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yaeggravate · 2 years ago

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Kaeya, The Snow Queen and The Boar Princess

i believe kaeya is partly based on kai from the fairy tale the snow queen.

this is a theory that has been floating around for a while, but after recent events i would like to revisit and expand on it.

the thing is, the book the boar pincess that you can collect in the game is inspired by the snow queen. this book, aside from being quite disturbing, is potentially very important to the lore, as it was written by a member from the hexenzirkel, andersdotter, whose name is a nod to the author of the snow queen, hans christian anderson.

since kaeya is potentially a character from the snow queen, that would mean he might be connected to the other characters from the boar princess. i thought it would be fun to try and figure out the hows and whys.

please note that this will contain spoilers for every archon and world quest up until 4.1.

KAEYA AND KAI

i'll start by giving a brief summary of what the snow queen is about.

an evil troll created a magic mirror that would distort every beautiful thing reflected in it. this mirror shattered upon the earth, scattering its shards everywhere.

one day, a shard would lodge itself into the eye and heart of a young boy named kai. kai suddenly became very mean and cold towards everyone, even his childhood friend gerda, who was like a sister to him.

the snow queen whisked kai away, so gerda went on a long journey to save him. eventually, the shards melted because of gerda's compassion and love for him.

THE SIMILARITIES

most obvious similarities are their names. not much to say here, really. they just added a "ya" after "kai"

凯 = Kai 凯亚 = Kǎi yà

the story of the snow queen is a metaphor about losing your childhood innocence as you grow up.

in recent patches, it's been emphasized quite a few times that kaeya wants to protect klee's childhood and shield her from the cruelty of life. kaeya has also mentioned that he wished people could stay young forever and not deal with the troubles of adulthood.

kaeya and kai both changed drastically after their eyes were damaged.

kaeya's kit has some possible references to the snow queen: his fourth constellation frozen kiss could refer to the (platonic!!) kiss the snow queen gives kai.

极寒的轻吻 = Gentle Kiss of Extreme Cold

"Are you still cold?" she asked, and she kissed him on the forehead. Ugh! it was colder than ice, it went to his very heart, which was already more than half ice; he felt as if he were dying, but only for a moment, and then it seemed to have done him good; he no longer felt the cold.

his ultimate, which is a couple of a icicles spinning around him, has this voiceline when cast:

…这刹那，将是你的永恒。= …This moment will be your eternity.

this could refer to kai having to spell out "eternity" with shards of ice.

[…] made many patterns forming words, but he never could find out the right way to place them for one particular word, a word he was most anxious to make. It was "Eternity."

we even get prince baited 💀 as gerda mistakenly believed kai became a prince by marrying a princess.

THE CURSED MIRROR

if you've played the melusines quest, you probably know where this is going.

we learn that, like durin, elynas and the melusines perceive things differently from regular humans. elynas and durin were abyssal beings brought to life by rhinedottir. elynas and durin both believed they were having fun on the surface, but they did not realize they were harmful to the humans and the environment around them.

melusines claim to see the "truth" of the world, or at least something close to it.

in the book of estoric revelations quest, we are dragged into a ruined post-apocalyptic world. however, the melusine canotila does not see destruction when she enters, but a beautiful serene garden. she does not see terrifying rifthounds but regular dogs.

Canotila: Perhaps you've heard that we Melusines can see things that humans cannot see… But for some reason, I see things differently, even when compared to other Melusines. I can always find things that have been hidden. I have read that the "nature" of things is hidden beneath them, and this "nature" decides their "future." Not that I know what that means…

why this is the case is unclear, but it might have something to do with the melusines being born from elynas.

anyway, back to the snow queen, all of this is very reminiscent of the troll's magic mirror that would distort every beautiful thing reflected in it…

Some of these bits were not as big as a grain of sand, and these flew about all over the world, getting into people's eyes, and, once in, they stuck there, and distorted everything they looked at, or made them see everything that was amiss.

the question is, who is actually seeing reality, us or the melusines? and does this have something to do with kaeya and pierro both covering their right eye?

remember how kaeya has a voiceline comparing himself to an owl that can see through things... a bit similar to what canotila said before.

Interesting Things: Have you ever seen the owl of Dragonspine? If you look directly at it, it seems to see right through you, while letting go of none of its own secrets... Quite fascinating, don't you think?

the goddess of flowers, nabu malikata also has something interesting to say about illusions breaking through the shackles of the land.

"And though the invaders (second who came) brought war to my former kin (seelies), they also brought about illusions that could break through shackles to the land. But the master of the heavens (heavenly principles), consumed by fear for the rising tide of delusion and breakthroughs, sent down the divine nails to mend the land, laying waste to the mortal realm…"

and last but not least, an abandoned letter to knight marshal anfortas mentions khaenri'ah throwing off the shackles of the world...

Of course, I am keenly aware that the four pillars of our kingdom have achieved the prosperity they have today precisely thanks to us spying upon secrets from beyond the skies, and thus have our mechanisms been able to throw off the shackles imposed by this world's laws...

it's unclear what the nature of this power is, exactly, but it's speculated to be forbidden knowledge.

THE BOAR PRINCESS AND THE WOLF PUP

brief summary of the boar princess: once, there was a wolf pup who was cursed by an evil sorcerer. the wolf pup swallowed the sorcerer but by doing so his heart was pierced by an icicle and he became cold and mean.

upon hearing what happened, the boar princess felt great sympathy for the wolf pup and set out on a journey to save him… she accomplished this by sacrificing her two friends to him.

…i don't think i need to explain the similarities to the snow queen here.

it's highly likely the boar princess is an analogy of real events in the history of teyvat. this has happened before with nahida and scara, when she turned his backstory into a fairytale to keep it safe from irminsul alterations.

they've also referenced the book quite a few times this year, even going as far as to show alhaitham reading it in official art. this might mean they want us to remember this book or the book is simply being memed on because of its disturbing ending.

so, who are the boar princess and the wolf pup? to start with, they are meant to represent gerda and kai. notably, there is no snow queen equivalent in the story, instead it's the boar princess or gerda who is the titular character. this could mean the boar princess IS the snow queen or would become her later on…

THE BOAR PRINCESS

the following is pure speculation but personally, i have long suspected the boar princess is the tsaritsa for a number of reasons, not just because the boar princess could be the snow queen.

The Snow Queen (Russian: Снежная королева, romanized: Snezhnaya Koroleva).

it is heavily implied the tsaritsa is or was the god of love.

Dainsleif: She is a god whom no one will love ever again. She is a god who will never love anyone again.

the snow queen tries to make kai forget about his love for gerda. even so, the most important message of both books is that love is an all-encompassing force that conquers all.

the boar princess is described as a generous soul. likewise we are told multiple times of the tsaritsa's benevolence.

About Tsaritsa: Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa is actually a gentle soul. Too gentle, in fact, and that's why she had to harden herself.

tartaglia's voiceline reveals that the tsaritsa is a gentle person, maybe a bit too gentle. this matches the boar princess sympathizing with the wolf pup, almost to the point of insanity, as she sacrifices her friends to save him.

"No one deserves this fate." The good princess sheds a tear of compassion.

Friendship demands sacrifice. No friendships come without sacrifices.

perhaps these two friends were venti and zhongli, specifically, their gnoses. or perhaps it's meant to represent god remains that the tsaritsa is possibly using to create delusions.

Venti: Five hundred years ago, I knew her well. But I can't say the same is true now. You see, a certain catastrophe happened five hundred years ago, and after that, she cut off all ties with me.

with all that being said, i should mention that according to the story, the boar princess might be from mondstadt, so that could put a dent in this theory. however, it's not impossible that the tsaritsa was originally from mondstadt.

THE WOLF PUP

the identity of the wolf pup is a bit harder to figure out as there are several characters refererred to as wolf pup. namely rostam, who was signora's lover, and the first knight of boreas. it could also be andrius himself.

but since this theory hinges on this assumption that the boar princess is the tsaritsa, the wolf pup must be someone she was willing to make great sacrifices for.

this line from pierro implies that both the tsaritsa and pierro know what the gnoses are, as neuvilette also refers to his stolen powers as authority.

Pierro: In the name of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, we will seize authority from the gods.

one possibility is that the tsaritsa is working with a dragon to get their powers back.

but how can a wolf pup be a dragon? wolf pup is merely an analogy. he might have nothing to do with wolves at all. just like how scaramouche has no cat motives or association with cats, yet he was portrayed as a cat in the fairy tale. and we know dragons don't all look the same. azhdaha is a giant…bull thing and apep is a worm.

still, it wouldn't be too far-fetched if the wolf pup was a wolf. in norse mythology, for example, there exists the mythical wolf fenrir who was destined to kill odin.

...as you know, khaenri'ah borrows a lot from scandanavian mythology. if this wolf pup is a dragon, they could be one of the sovereigns, specifically the cryo sovereign.

the second possible identity of the pup is pierro because of this line which might hint at visual similarities

The pup was a carefree child who had bright blue eyes and slick gray fur.

pierro has one visible bright blue eye and long gray hair with one blue streak in it.

pierro has one eye covered (like kaeya) which might reference the shard of ice piercing kai's eye and the wolf pup's heart.

pierro is from khaenri'ah so it is likely he is or was cursed like the wolf pup.

oh, and i want to clear up a common misconception about pierro: he does NOT have the same open gem pupils as dainsleif and clothar. it's hard to tell but if you zoom in, they're actually closed like kaeya's. what the meaning behind this is, is unknown. but visual similarities between kaeya and pierro DO exist.

pierro has also mentioned that the tsaritsa knows his pain well just like how the boar princess sympathizes with the wolf pup's predicament.

Pierro: Then I shall become instead a fool, a Fatuus, and devote myself to Her Majesty, who understands my pain...

the third possibility is the first knight of boreas. the new weapon wolf-fang gives us more information about him. the story seems to have taken place a 1000 years ago, back when venessa was the grand master of the knights of favonius.

what's interesting is that this nameless knight used coins with strange symbols as payment indicating that he might have been from a place free from the rule of the seven. this could've been the dark sea which includes places like enkanomiya and possibly khaenri'ah.

Some noticed the exquisitely crafted yet battle-worn armor beneath the cape. But that didn't mean anything. Perhaps the armor's bearer was just another lost soul who had lost their prestigious position with the changes wrought by revolution. The tavern's owner noticed that the man paid with real gold and silver coins, though none recognized the symbols on them.

not much is known about him, as he only stayed in mondstadt for a few years.

this brings me to the matter of what exactly happened to the wolf pup. it seems he was corrupted by an evil that changed his personality and possibly the way he perceived the world. his friends ended up shunning him leaving him all alone.

perhaps this is an analogy for being corrupted by the abyss or it has something to do with the Curse (tm).

after that, the boar princess came along and presumably cured him by way of sacrificing lives.

...

okay, so what does this have to do with kaeya? good question!

i have no idea.

here's the thing, i am reasonably certain kaeya is at least partly inspired by kai. and i am a 100% certain the boar princess is inspired by the snow queen.

if kaeya is kai and the wolf pup is also kai, then that could hint at a connection between them. but in what manner i can't say.

they could also have absolutely nothing to do with each other, like how fischl has no known connection to the real "princess fischl". (though it would be cool if there was.) in that case, kaeya might just be a narrative parallel to the wolf pup.

either way, it's something to think about.

Kaeya: History always repeats itself. When you keep this in mind and watch out for the echoes of past events in the present, things that appear unfathomable at first glance become much easier to comprehend.

#.txt #this got REALLY wordy #sorry if i sound insane #lore bytes #kaeya alberich

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colesstar · 2 years ago

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What if all the ninja were the Green Ninja not just Lloyd?

Imagine if instead of it being Lloyd Garmadon, descendant of the first spinjitzu master and the ninja being his protectors there was a twist and it was all of the ninja. Sadly, this wouldn’t include Nya unless Master Wu tells her that she's the water Elemental at the beginning of the show and she trains with the others. I’m leaving Nya out of the green ninja 5 for this though since there are only 4 golden weapons (I swear i love Nya tho she’s one of my favourite characters i have plans for her )

Now onto how it would work. What if master Wu purposefully planted the scroll with the ninja because he knew they would compete to be the green ninja thus reaching their full potential quicker. Which then brings Morro up, why would Wu train him and give him the false hope of being the green ninja when Wu knew it was multiple people, in this AU master Wu wouldn’t have figured that out until it was too late (Morro died). I think Wu felt very guilty for leading Morro on like that he went searching day and night for the answer on who the green ninja was. The day that Morro died was the day Wu sat outside the monastery the entire day because he’d finally figured out that it wasn’t just one individual and “ninja” is both singular and plural. Obviously Morro perished in the cave thing so Wu never got to tell him.

After figuring out that the “ninja” in “The green ninja” was plural he later realised that the four golden weapons were four for a reason, there were four green ninja, one for each, and the four won’t react to one sole ninja as he previously believed. Thus he went searching for our four main characters, the elemental masters of Earth, fire, ice, and lightning (a strange combination but it works).

As it happened in canon, Master Wu sought out Jay, Kai, Cole and Zane. He got them to retrieve the golden weapons and then planted the scroll. The ninja were then fully motivated and ready to reach their full potential, and then did, however the green ninja wasn’t chosen.

Now remember how earlier I said “ the four golden weapons were four for a reason, there were four green ninja, one for each, and the four won’t react to one sole ninja as he previously believed.“ but even earlier i mentioned five green ninja? That's where Lloyd comes in. Lloyd didn’t need the golden weapons to use his power like the ninja did before season 2 and Lloyd split his golden power and in this AU he still doesn’t, which is why there isn’t a golden weapon specifically for him (ignoring the mega weapon). In the episode where Lloyd was revealed to be the green ninja it wasn’t only Lloyd who had the sparkly floating weapons around him it was all of the ninja (Minus Nya but i have plans for her).

Okay so that’s the backstory done now we need to discuss how it would work in the present.

As in canon the ninja weren’t really well known in the first few episodes so they wouldn’t have much publicity and they would have to keep a low profile throughout the seasons. The whole thing with Dareth and having them shoot advertisements would also have to be taken out but not completely as its the ninas popularity that causes season 6 to happen

Once the green ninja have been revealed, rather than all fighting in green they use their respective elements as not to put any ninja in danger because the know how dangerous it would be and the ninja would be bigger targets than they already are. However Lloyd being younger accidentally revealed himself so he started being known as “The green ninja” (singular). (Which also led to his 50 shades of trauma but uh we move on)

Now for Nya! She still does create Samurai X, but when Kai finds out it’s all the ninja that find out, not just Kai. Nya still works as samurai X throughout the series until Wu reveals her as the water elemental (which is quite dumb because they had to strain Nya to learn how to control her element in S5 when it could have been prevented but that's not the point of this). The ninja seeing how Nya could use her knowledge to make her voice sound different they realised it could be the perfect way to keep Lloyd slightly safer, Nya could dress as the green ninja but use a voice changer which would include her in this Green ninja force (I can't leave her out).

It also means that the ninja can confuse villains if they all can secretly use the green power while being hidden as long as they made sure no two ninja were caught at the same time using it making it the perfect way to keep the power of the green ninja safe. Using the voice changing technology that Nya made, the only difference between the ninja and Lloyd would be their heights. So in the highly inevitable situation that Lloyd gets kidnapped (again) whoever did so wouldn’t have the full power they needed. Except when the overlord tried to take Lloyd's golden power because when Lloyd is the golden ninja he has the power of all the green ninja together.

When tournament of the elements happens the ninja use their respective power (Kai fire, Cole earth etc.)( this works because lloyd could use their elements in season 1 so the other ninja can too but they’ve assigned themselves elements) (Lloyd is the main one though and uses green power because the other ninja already had their GI but like in canon if something happens to Lloyd all of their powers stop working). They aren’t found out until KAI tries to impress Skylor (love her we’re actually bffs) but only Chen, Clouse and Skylor know about it.

When day of the departed happens and the villains are revived Chen does spill the beans which makes their secret green ninja identities not secret anymore. Morro hears this and feels kinda guilty because he spent an entire season breaking Lloyd when he wasn’t actually the only green ninja so he went to Wu.

In the Oni trilogy, Lloyd tells Harumi about their secret (this is why Lloyds name has two L’s in it and also why he’s Kai’s brother they both gave away their secret for a girl they liked) and then Garmadon later confirms it when he’s resurrected.

That’s as far as I can go because i haven’t watched past S10 😔

please hear me out on this i am actually very invested with this AU and i am open to hearing additions and friendly criticism but not open to anything negative. Im hoping to draw this and maybe write it.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #jay walker #zane ninjago #kai ninjago #nya ninjago #nya smith #kai smith #zane julien #cole brookstone #alternate universe #green ninja #master wu

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ncisfranchise-source · 1 year ago

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The following contains spoilers from the May 6 NCIS: Hawai’i finale.

NCIS: Hawai’i on Monday night aired the Season 3 finale that it wrapped filming on a full three weeks before CBS announced that the island drama was cancelled and would not return in the fall.

How did the episode serve as a very unplanned series finale?

Picking up right where Part 1 of the finale left off last week, Part 2 opened with Sam at the hidden lab in Serbia, trying to bust his way through the steel door that stood between him and the ELITE team members who’d been exposed to the deadly Compound Z bioweapon by the duplicitous Dr. Annalisa Cruz.

Though Jane & Co. strongly advised Sam not to open the door, lest he expose himself and possibly others to the released gas, he was not about to let his team members down. But just as Sam managed to crack the door open, ELITE’s Jesse — with what would be his final breaths — slammed it right back closed, to spare their team leader.

Sam, though, had not been fully spared; rather, as he attempted to chase after Dr. Cruz, it became evident, to us and him, that he’d been exposed to enough of Compound X to compromise his system. Sam slumped to the floor, in front of a morbidly pleased Dr. Cruz, just as Jane and Jesse arrived on the scene.

Gleaning that an easily fleeing Dr. Cruz must have crafted and administered to herself an antidote, Jane called in another favor from local asset Milos, to hook up Dr. Carla Chase with a state-of-the-art infectious disease lab, where she could best treat Sam. Milos came up with… an abandoned kennel (and lots of sausage varieties to snack on), and Carla got to work.

Meanwhile, the team back in Hawaii learned that Annalisa Cruz once went by the name Tala Flores, and that she for a long time has rebelled against “U.S. imperialism” as part of a group called CLA. Ernie in turn got busy trying to determine the whereabouts of Annalisa’s CLA pals, by scouring their social media and mentions.

Back in Serbia, Jesse braved the contaminated site of Cruz’s attack on the ELITE team to track down the rest of the antiserum… which was sloshing around inside a case full of shattered vials. After a brief scare courtesy of Serbian LEOs (which Kate and her always handy connections was able to ward off), Jesse delivered the antiserum to Carla. Carla was able to salvage barely one dose, but the sad truth, for Sam, is that with four canisters of Compound X still floating around out there, she needed to use that small sample to reverse-engineer great quantities of antiserum.

Tennant tracked down Dr. Cruz and got the upper hand on her after a brief skirmish. She then delivered her to Carla’s makeshift lab, where she was determined to extract the whereabouts of the remaining Compound X from their prisoner. Cruz scoffed at Tennant’s threats, until the Special Agent in Charge revealed that Annalisa’s kid sister had been tracked down and taken into NCIS custody.

When it appeared, via Jane’s laptop, that the sister was being tortured with a cattle prod, Cruz eventually divulged that CLA’s target is a Hawaii gathering of military leaders from the U.S. and Philippines. (We at home then learn that Lucy, Kate and a bit of real-time deep-fake tech had been used to fake the kid sister’s torture.)

Sam was given the antidote, and as he started to recover suggested to Jane that Cruz broke too easily. It was then deduced that the VIPs’ families are the true target, at a large, crowded event. The Hawaii team descended upon the venue, knowing that the four CLA members are milling around in disguise. Kai got the drop on one, who was about to release the gas into the air circulation system, only to have two others join in the fight. Kai masterfully took down all three goons, just before Kate and Swift arrived to, um, “help.”

Lucy meanwhile ID’d the fourth CLA member, and after their own brief skirmish, neutralized the final part of the bioweapon threat.

Back in Serbia, though, Dr. Cruz escaped her holding room and held Carla at scalpel-point. Jane engaged Cruz just long enough for a recovered Sam to end the standoff by putting a bullet in the baddie’s bean.

Weeks later, back in Hawaii, Sam was fully recovered and ready to head back to Los Angeles — but not before Jane’s team surprisesdhim with a going away party, during which they toasted the fallen ELITE agents.

That night, Jane returned home, expecting to find daughter Julie waiting, hungry for a dinner Mom had no energy to make. Instead, sitting on the living room couch was… the evasive and elusive Maggie Shaw (returning guest star Julie White).

“No, Janey. Julie isn’t here,” said Maggie, seated in the dim room. “And you’re probably going to need a drink for what’s coming next….”

#ncis hawaii

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frostb1tes · 1 year ago

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In the grand scheme of things, John Mars Jr. had never been too important. He's known as JJ by his family, a nickname lovingly given by his baby sister who was just learning to talk. They live in a nice little house, mother and father and the two kids, and life is normal. They are unimportant, but they are happy for the first few years of his life.

Life feels slow, and maybe that is why when it changes, it happens so quickly. JJ is half asleep still when his mother is telling him to hide under his bed, and he promises that he will stay quiet. He's not sure how long the screaming lasts, or how long it is until he comes out from under there. But it's not until the police have arrived, and are pulling him out by his arms.

(His mother is dead. His father is dead. His sister is missing.)

The changes do not stop. There is a brief stop made back to his house to pack some of his things, to grab his father's guitar, before he is moved somewhere new. A tiny apartment with an aunt he has never known, and a town he doesn't recognize.

His aunt, a woman named Kay, is in her early 20s, and she's nice enough, but doesn't know a thing about kids. They share pizza, and try not to hold eye contact for too long. She looks like her brother, and he looks like his father. Family doesn't always feel like a comfort, but rather, a cruel reminder.

She spends most of her time at school, or with her friends, and JJ spends most of his time at home, or walking himself to and from school. They fall into a rhythm of sorts, where he works around the house in his free time, makes them meals and does the chores, while she pays the rent. Sometimes they watch movies, and talk.

Still, the connection is strained. Forced, maybe? Painful. It does not change.

He doesn't tell her when he turns six and ice crystals begin to form from his fingertips. She doesn't seem to notice when his room has an extra chill, or if snow seems to follow him during the winter.

Life feels like floating. Barely being there, in an odd way. JJ manages to get through school, graduates (Kay is working the day of the ceremony), but he doesn't move away. No, he stays in the little apartment, working at a nearby ice cream shop, and applies to a nearby college. They have a small music program, and right now, that is enough for him.

JJ Mars is still not important, despite the ice that comes from his hands or the songs that come from his lips. And maybe that is what encourages him to start searching for answers. Not answers for what happened to him, but answers for what happened to his sister, to his father, to his mother, the important ones.

Why did they leave him behind? Why was he there at all? Maybe, somewhere, there was an answer.

So, with a small lead on who his mother's family may be, he decides to drop everything (except for his guitar) and leave home. It's him and his shitty pickup truck against the world.

STATS.

(These are simple. I will expand at some point.)

name: john mars jr., goes by jj mars gender: cis male pronouns: he/him age: around 25 in main verse sexuality: bisexual and biromantic faceclaim: tom blyth

personality: jj is a quiet person, despite his friendly nature. somewhere between introverted and extroverted. everyone knows him, but no one ever knows him too well. he's always been bad at letting people close, after his childhood, but he still loves deeply. can't stop himself from taking care of others, and often ignores his own needs for that sake.

abilities: cryokenesis, aka, ability to create and control ice. his hands and whole body are always freezing cold, but can always get colder. ice can spawn from any part of his body, and he can spread it far. usually this appears in the form of frost, but he can make it form actual crystals. he does not have an insane abilities, because he is not well trained with his powers, mostly using them to keep ice cream cold at work.

#about.

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scotianostra · 2 years ago

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On the morning of February 5th 1941 the people of the Outer Hebridean island of Eriskay woke up and thought all their Christmases had come at once.

Part two telling the fate of the S S Politiain, which ran aground off Eriskay on this day in 1941.

At 10.30am on 5th February 1941 one of the ship's lifeboats left with 26 men and was washed ashore at the foot of the cliffs of Rudha Dubh, across the Sound on South Uist. Although the boat was smashed to pieces the crew survived without any injuries, but they returned to the 'Politician' by the Eriskay ferryboat later the same day. At 4.45pm the RNLI lifeboat came from Barra to rescue all of the 50 crew and land them on the Island of Barra. Chief Officer RA Swain recalls how the islanders were "very kind, replenished us with hot drinks laced with good rum, and generally made us very comfortable for the night".

The next morning, 6th February, Captain Worthington and his officers returned to the ship to see if there was any hope of re-floating her, but water had flooded the engine room and several of the ships' holds.

On 8th February the Liverpool and Glasgow Salvage Association tender 'SS Ranger' arrived with a party of salvage experts led by Commander Kay and divers, to survey the damage to the ship. The Ranger also supplied power to the winches to help the Captain and crew remove some of the 500 tons of cargo, which as well as the whisky included cars, bicycles, mail and cotton. The severe gales hampered attempts to remove the cargo and inspect the ship for salvage. It was not until 15th February that divers were able to inspect the ship's hull. Captain Kay, in charge of the salvage operation, decided to make no attempt to save the whisky as its hold (number 5) was flooded with water and fuel oil, and he believed it was contaminated. For this reason he didn't place an armed guard on the ship.

On 18th February the coaster 'Corteen' began loading the salvaged cargo, and four days later sailed for Glasgow fully loaded. The salvors had salvaged as much of the cargo as they could without diving and on 24th February the salvage officer, Commander Kay, signalled "Regret... diver's examinations shows salvage of vessel impracticable". The ship was declared a total loss and it was decided to leave the 'Politician' where she was. That same day, 24th February, the crew left the ship for the last time, and Harrisons gave notice of the abandonment of the ship to the insurers. On 12th March the Liverpool and Glasgow Salvage Association abandoned the salvage project.

Free whisky for all!

When the locals learned from the crew what the ship was carrying, a series of illegal salvage operations took place on the night of the stranding before the customs and excise officials arrived. The whisky was especially welcome because the island's had dried up due to war-time rationing. So the islanders helped themselves to some of the 28,000 cases (264,000 bottles) of whisky, or usquebaugh, as they knew it in their native laguage, Gaelic, which had been destined for the American market.

No islander regarded it as stealing because the rules of salvage meant that once it was in the sea, it was theirs to rescue. As word of the 'Polly' whisky spread, people came in small boats from islands closest to Barra, Lewis, Mull and the mainland. Rumours spread that the 'Polly' whisky even had magical qualities and didn't cause hangovers!

Unfortunately for the locals the customs officers, surveyor EI Gledhill and fixed officer Charles McColl based in Lochboisdale, didn't share the view that it was okay to salvage the whisky. Charles McColl, a teetotaler, saw it as theft, made worse by the fact that the whisky had never had any duty paid on it. He did not agree with Captain Kay that the whisky was unsalvageable, and that it was safe to leave it on board unguarded.

A second salvage company which later came to break up the ship, emptied hold number 5 and recovered 13,500 cases of whisky. The major part of this was transferred to storage in a customs warehouse on the mainland but some was drunk by the salvers themselves!

McColl began a battle to rally the local police into taking action to recover the stolen whisky. Village homes and crofts were searched and bottles were found hidden away in lofts, hideaways or just drunk to hide the evidence! Even today caches of 'Polly' whisky still come to light when houses are renovated.

Charles McColl and the local police caught many of the locals looting or hiding whisky when they searched households and hiding places on the islands of Benbecula, South Uist and Eriskay, between 15 March and 30 September 1941. They succeeded in recovering a considerable quantity of the goods stolen, including a wide range of whisky. An Inverness-Shire Constabulary report for the 15 March 1941 records that:

"Alexander O'Henley, crofter, Garryamonie, Lochboisdale, Isle of South Uist, and four others acting in concert were found in the sound of Eriskay in the parish of South Uist in the county of Inverness, in possession of the after mentioned goods suspected of having been stolen from the 'SS Politician' then aground on Calvay Island in the Sound of Eriskay:

15 cases of whisky,

3 bundles of cotton print,

13 packets of 10 capstan cigarettes,

2 cycle mudguards,

1 handrail."

On 26th April a group of Barra men stood trial at Lochmaddy Sheriff Court, where they pleaded guilty to theft and were fined between three to five pounds. Charles McColl was unhappy at the leniency of the sentence, and pursued more men, 19 of whom received harsher sentences of between 20 days and 2 months imprisonment at Inverness and Peterhead. This created resentment amongst the locals which lingers to this day. McColl estimated that the islanders had salvaged 24, 000 bottles of whisky and wanted to make sure they could rescue no more so he obtained official permission in October 1941 to blow up the 'Politician'

In April 1941 the Salvage Association of London came to an arrangement with the British Iron and Steel Corporation (Salvage) Ltd of Glasgow to carry out a second salvage operation prior to the towing of the vessel to the ship breakers. They arrived to find the 'Polly' in a sorry state, everything movable had been looted. Examination by divers showed there was great rock under her engine room, and number 5 hold, the engine room and stoke hole were completely flooded with the water level rising and falling with the tide.

Their first job was to lighten the ship so divers salvaged the bales of cotton and cases of whisky. The strongroom believed to be holding the banknotes was also hidden between decks in the number 5 hold but when it was opened the money wasn't there. Boxes containing £360,000 in banknotes were later found hidden amongst the whisky cases. Why it was hidden there and not in the safe is not known.

In May the salvage vessel 'Assistance' lifted and forwarded more cargo to Glasgow. An attempt was made to re-float the 'Politician' on 20th September 1941, to tow her to Lochboisdale. The attempt failed and she came to rest on another rocky outcrop concealed in a sand bank and broke her back. Customs officers Gledhill and McColl estimated there was still 1,000 cases of whisky in hold number 5 so they obtained permission to dynamite the hold. This was carried out in October 1941, much to the dismay of the islanders, their emotions summed up by Angus John Campbell, who commented;

"Dynamiting whisky! You wouldn't think there'd be men in the world so crazy as that!"

Salvage attempts continued on and off until July 1944. The ship was broken into two halves, with the forward section towed to Glasgow for breaking up and the sunken after section left where she lay. Today the wreck of the 'SS Politician' still lies off the coast of Eriskay, hidden below the waterline now, her deck and cabins long since destroyed by the wild sea.

The stranding of the 'Politician' would have been forgotten as just a minor incident amongst many occurring to the Harrison Line fleet of ships during the Second World War, when they lost 30 of their 46 ships.

During the war the incident was not reported to the public, but the rumours in the highlands and islands of the West of Scotland would have been heard by the author Compton Mackenzie on the neighbouring island of Barra. The story of the 'Politician' became immortalised in his 1947 novel, 'Whiskey Galore', renamed the 'S Cabinet Minister'. When this was made into the Ealing comedy film in 1949, her story became the stuff of national legend, a remake was released in 2016.

The 'Politican' continues to rouse interest with stories of whisky still being discovered on the Islands. In 1987 eight bottles found by Donald MacPhee from South Uist sold at Christies for £4,000, and in 2003 Bonhams sold a single lid from a Ballantine's whisky crate for £1,500. As recently as August 2010 one single Ballantine's bottle of whisky sold for £4,200!

In 1988 the island of Eriskay got its first 'legitimate' pub, named Am Politician, 'The Politician' in Gaelic.

In 1989 a salvage company, SS Politician plc, was founded to salvage whisky and other cargo. After moving hundreds of tons of sand they only recovered 24 more bottles.

As I touched upon earlier the Polly was carrying another valable cargo, Bank Notes!

Conspiracy theories prevail, mostly surrounding the reason she was carrying almost 290,000 ten shilling notes (£145,000), the equivalent of several million pounds today. Why was this amount of money being sent to Jamaica? Was it in case the government and royal family were preparing to evacuate the UK?

The Crown Agents for Overseas Governments report from 1973 describes how the government hoped that they would not get into circulation but they started turning up on the shore. Local children were seen playing with them on the beach at Benbecula but;

"the locals, most of whom are known to be incriminated in the looting, are too wily to give anything away"

An empty cash case was also found abandoned in the hold of the ship. By June the bank notes from the 'SS Politician' were turning up in bank branches in Liverpool and as far away as Jamaica, Switzerland and the USA. By 1958 the Crown Agents reported that 211,267 (£360,000) of the 290,000 notes had been recovered by the salvage company and a further 2,329 had been presented in banks in England and all over the world. There are still about 75,000 banknotes which have never been accounted for, their whereabouts remain a mystery.

The mystery is fuelled by the fact that government papers concerning the 'Politician' are still the subject of a 75 year old closure rule, which means we may not know the answer until 2016.

Perhaps the greatest mystery of all is how the 'Politician' came to be grounded in the first place? Why was she sailing full steam ahead up a narrow shallow rocky channel? The weather and black-out conditions of wartime certainly contributed and there is some evidence to suggest that she had changed direction to avoid a south bound convoy, which forced her west off her projected course. The locals have a simpler answer - it was the islanders calling for their whisky!

#Scotland #scottish #Outer Hebrides #Eriskay #shipwreck #maritime history #world war two #history #Whisky

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sunflowerandstrawberryspice · 2 years ago

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More early 2000's ninjago

So I see y'all liked my 2000's Ninjago head cannons, well well well I may or may not have plenty more to share.

Now to preface this is the HC that before season 3 Ninjago had the technology of the early 2000's before shifting to a much more modern even a bit futuristic setting. Now that that's out of the way I present HC's!

-Cole had (probably still has) a bright purple boom box decked out in stickers and pretty much a whole shelf of CD's to go with it

-Jay had Heelys and probably cried when he out grew them

-Nya didn't really have Barbie but lord have mercy did she have Polly Pockets and My Little Pony!

-Zane had and actually knows how to use and Etch-A-Sketch

-Jay had a couple of friends back home that he liked to call and Zane and Cole liked dropping in on his calls just to listen and tease him later

-They had two land lines at the monastery technically one was for the boys and one was supposed to "just be master Wu's" But he quickly learned that wasn't going to happen

-Kai liked boy bands (idk why he just did)

-They had Lincoln logs for literally an hour, they were taken away very quickly and never EVER seen again, some say that they saw Master Wu burning something that night

-Cole Zane and Jay loved getting to go into Ninjago city (cause I'm pretty sure it separate from the town bellow the monastery) and where ever they went they had to share a flip phone so they could call master Wu if they needed

-Cole had an emo phase, he is now in his punk phase (aka going from I hate myself everything sucks to everything sucks but I wanna do something about it + I've got fashion sense now)

-Jay tried to have an emo phase but poked himself in the eye with eye liner once and decided it wasn't for him

-Kai didn't have time for an emo phase but boy did he want one

-All of them have watched at least one Barbie movie. Jay is basic so he probably likes Princess and the Pauper (Nothing wrong with that it's iconic) Nya and Cole are Swan Lake lovers, Zane is a Farytopia fan and Kai probably didn't have time to watch the movies raising Nya and all but I think he'd probably like Magic of the Rainbow because Sunset is low key a fire elemental. Lloyd was introduced to them when he's older and probably like the Three Musketeers.

-Jay, Nya and Kai actually went to middle school unlike Cole and Zane who were homeschooled so they don't really get the whole 'cringe middle school' thing cause they just kinda floated through their cringe phases in peace(This is me assuming cause I'd hope Cole's education didn't end at 9!)

-I feel like someone collected beanie boo's but I'm not sure who, probably Jay since he has the home life to support that

-Last but not least: Leap Pads, Cole had one when he was really young (like 4-5 so before his mom died) and when he found it they spent a good couple hours playing Mr. Pencil and the stupid dog game

In conclusion Master Wu probably needs a nap but so do the rest of them. They were all awkward dorks at one point and all they can do is stop those pictures or video's from entering the public eye. (Aside from Pixal who didn't have a cringe phase and is very proud of it)

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littletxt · 3 years ago

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hii can u write one where little!kai keeps having accidents and mommy!reader has to put him in diapers/pull ups and he’s become very fussy/upset over it? bonus if little!beomgyu (or another member) teases him for it and they get disciplined for it

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GENDER-NEUTRAL | Diapers/Accidents

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They’re Pull-Ups!

Hueningkai had always had a problem. Wherever he went, whoever he met; being told he was pure, innocent, childlike even was never uncommon. And though some thought it would, it hadn’t stopped once he became an adult. Like most people in the industry, he was forced grow up much faster than he should have. The stress didn’t seem to be as much as people made it sound. It was easy. Shut down, cry in the bathroom. It was fine.

No matter how fast they pressed on his inner child, part of him still held on. It manifested in bits after their debut. Finally, he was allowed a little freedom, space to breathe. The small collection of plushies he kept, the only bit of his innocence they allowed to be left behind, it grew astronomically. And though part of him had died, still he was called pure, cute, innocent. Childlike.

And so he embraced it. It was part of his brand, who he was as an idol. But after long, the cutesy childlike act didn’t feel like an act anymore. The perfect escape. He learned he could get away with acting as childish and as immature as he wanted sometimes, being babied by his Hyungs as long as he did his best. Self-soothing turned heavenly escape. Sometimes it would come on stronger than others, feeling hazy and spaced out, those times were the best if he was just with his Hyungs. They’d tease sometimes but all the time they’d give love to their baby Hueka.

It wasn’t until after he met you he learned what it was. Everything made sense once you’d expanded his vocabulary with Age Dreaming and Age Regression. You helped him tap into it further, he didn’t always remember those first few times he unlocked babyspace but when he became more conscious again he felt like he was floating. Thankfully he was less at risk of fully regressing since he learned to control his age dreaming so much, becoming his neutral, his normal, but that didn’t always mean he was responsible or immune to the teetering. That carefreeness became a problem when he leaned older, becoming cocky and forming a habit of ignoring his bladder until it was too late. Accidents from not making it to the potty in time, even bed wetting, everything was getting out of hand. Why would today be any different?

The urge came again when he was playing one of his favorite video games with little Beomie who was fully regressed. The others felt confident stepping away if they needed to because Kai could only regress with the help of someone else and preferred his age dreaming anyways. If they needed help, Kai would call.

It began as a little tickle, shooting from his tummy to his groin. But he was so close to winning, he decided to shake it off, slamming his thumbs down on the buttons. He played ruthlessness against baby Beomie who was none the wiser, having fun regardless. It was the only time he could beat his gaming-god-Hyung. Two rounds later and it had already been an hour.

The squirming increased greatly by now. Muttering to himself about that extra sippy cup of apple juice he’d had, Hyuka took his Molang and squished it between his thighs, hoping the pressure would help. But it only got worse. To the point that baby Gyuie noticed his younger counterpart, losing the game with his controller clenched tightly in his hand as he rocked back and forth, unknowingly assuring his impending doom.

“Hyuka…”, Beomie noticed the signs, the accidents had become a big talk around the dorm, even his Appa had talked about him diapers as a precaution. Growing alarmed, Beomie called out, “APPA!!!”

“Nonononono”, whining Hyuka shook his head rapidly, not wanting to get in trouble.

Yeonjun stepped into the living room unsuspectingly wondering what was going on, though his baby bear being loud was nothing new. Once he spotted Kai’s current state, his eyes bulged out of his head before an exasperated sigh slipped his lips. It had gotten to that point.

“Hyuka…Y/n, you’d better come here.”, peeking over his shoulder, you weren’t far behind carrying a laundry basket containing freshly dried sheets from this very issue. Dropping the basket right on Yeonjun’s feet, unleashing an overdramatic yowl from his throat while you scampered to Hyuka’s side.

“Ningie, baby. Take a deep breath and stand up slowly okay??”, holding out your hands you spoke to him cautiously, trying to get him to settle his movements.

“Can’t!”, shaking his head even more violently, his eyes filled like puddles, rain threatening to flood them over.

“Firstly, stop moving. You’re pushing on your tummy and it’s gonna make you go.”

Immediately he froze, legs still twitching as he panted, trying to control his bladder.

Nodding your praise, you pulled his plushy slowly from him, placing it on the couch so you could offer your hands again.

Hovering nearby like the good uncle he was, Yeonjun was a millisecond from launching Hyuka over his shoulder and carrying him to the bathroom himself. Not far himself, Beomie watched in amusement. It was Kai-ya’s fault, of course.

Whimpering as your stern eye demanded his attention, he let you pull him to his feet. Stumbling like a baby dawn, Hyuka could hardly take a step, squeezing his tights together tightly in fear of wetting his favorite shorts.

“Oh for f***’s sake.”, Yeonjun stomped over, but just as he began to squat ready to throw the 4-year-old [trapped in a 6'0 tall man’s body] over his shoulder. Hyuka made an awful noise. Some Frankenstein of a gasp and a yelp ripped through his throat as he burst, flooding his shorts in an instant, leaking down his legs onto the carpeted floor.

“Eww!! Hyuka no!!”, Beomie crawled away hurriedly and you could only sigh, your eyes falling shut.

Tears finally pooling down his cheeks, Kai looked at you apologetically, fearing your anger more than the perpetual embarrassment he would feel later on.

“I’ll get Taehyun. I’m not cleaning this up alone again.”, huffing, Yeonjun retreated down the hall to fetch his band mate.

“Sorry, sorry.”, forcing himself to be big, he used the back of his hands to wipe his tears, his wet legs trembling now that they’d gone cold. Beomie had one thing right. These accidents were at least a little bit on Hyuka and if he was going to have accidents and not go potty like a baby, he would be treated as such.

“Come.”

Stepping from from the icky, soggy, wet spots on the carpet, he followed you to the bathroom, eyes glued to the floor, rubbing his hands together ashamedly.

Helping him peel his clothes off you got him in the bath, you stepped away to start the laundry as well as grab him some new clothes and a little something extra for your little baby Ningning.

Once he was clean and sulky as he let you dry him off, he glanced to the pile of clothes on the bathroom counter. Spotting one of his favorite green onesies he absolutely twinkled, wiggling his toes until he saw what lay atop it. He knew that pattern. You’d bought them as a precaution for his age sliding but he couldn’t stand them. Hyuka wasn’t that much of a baby! He was a big boy and he didn’t need diapies anymore!!

But before he could whine or fuss further, you shut him down. There was no way you could let him go diaperless around the dorm while he age dreamed if these accidents were going to keep happening.

“I’m not changing my mind, Hyuka.”, you spoke sternly, picking it up from the counter, you’d been so soft on him and it hadn’t seemed to be working. Throwing himself on the floor with a wail he kicked himself away from you until his back hit the back of the tub. An act you’d never witnessed from your little one. Mischievous and occasionally whiny sure, but bratty was never a word you’d used to describe him.

“Kai Kamal-“, you whispered, nearly snapping then. Taking a deep breath you spoke slowly, “You keep having accidents, baby… you know we gotta do this. At least until you can stay dry.”

“Noooo!! I can do it by myself!”, he cried. Everyone would know he was in these stupid diapers, it was bad enough that he couldn’t hold it in front of his Hyungs, but the diapers again? Watching you kneel to caress his cheek, he relaxed a bit, feeling your sincerity.

“I just gotta stay dry??”, he asked, letting you wipe his tears.

“If you can go on the potty and stay dry in your diapies until you go back to work on Monday, no more diapies. I promise.”, you held out your pinky. Gratified, he locked his with yours he leaned into your hug, accepting his fate.

Finally allowing you to dress him, pull-up diaper and all, he was allowed back in the living room where Taehyun had just finished power cleaning that spot on the floor.

“No one here until it dries. Thank god the manager made us buy this.”, Taehyun grunted as he lifted up the carpet cleaner and carried it to a closet.

All seemed well until Beomie noticed the way that Kai sheepishly waddled much more than normal, the puffiness of his bottom and the little crinkling noises. Nearly keeling over into a fit of laughter, he reached to poke at Hyuka’s bottom.

"Hyuka is just a dumb baby!! Even I can go to the potty!!"

"Gyuie, baby.", your voice drops, a warning tone in each syllable of your words.

"But he has to wear diapers!!", he defended.

"They're pull ups..", pouting Hyuka, hugged himself tightly and drifted to the edge of the room, wanting to disappear into himself. It was just as he thought.

Placing yourself in front of Beomie who was seated comfortably on the couch, you kneeled to his level, waiting for him to hold eye contact with you.

“You saw how upset Ningie was when he had an accident, didn’t you?”, you questioned. Nodding, his brows twitched once then twice as he thought about the words you were saying.

“Do we like it when your bubby is sad??”, spoke calmly, letting your question sink in. Empathy was a a very important skill for babies to have. And though Beomgyu was very empathetic, sometimes when he regressed, that playful part of him seemed to ignore that all together.

Shaking his head, his hair fluffed around as he pressed his lips together in a frown. He never wanted bubby Ningie to be sad.

“Then why are we saying mean words?? You’ve had accidents, haven’t you, Gyuie.”

Looking away, he couldn’t seem to meet your eyes, knowing he must be feeling just as embarrassed as Hyuka was.

“I don’t think that Gyuie would be very happy in Diapers, would you?”, you raised.

“Nuh!”, he exclaimed, sitting up straight in his seat.

“Well, I think your Appa would also agree that Beomie should also spend the night in a diapie just to make it fair. That way you can understand what our Ningie is going through.”, you ruffled his hair, it messing down over his eyes as he pouted, peaking through to look for his Appa. Yeonjun had appeared from the hallway and stood with his arm around Hyuka, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Come on, little man.”

The decision to put Beomie in diapers seemed to backfire on Yeonjun. Starting off nice with him refusing to put pants on, insisting he show off the pink shiny material along with the cutest teddy bear pattern he’d ever seen. Now Gyuie didn’t always like ‘girly’ things, but it was pink! His favorite! And it had little bears just like him! And the crinkle noise, Beomie finally found a new way to irritate his Appa and he was having the time of his life, forgetting about his game and wreaking havoc on the dorm and all of his Hyungs instead. So, Hyuka was short a gaming buddy, settling instead for some after cuddles and his favorite movie.

"Are you still dry baby??", you asked two hours later from your spot cuddled up against his back, after he’d finished another sippy of apple juice. Nodding against you he nuzzled your arm and squeezed his molangie to his chest. After dinner, though, you decided it was time for a potty break. Despite the instant denies from your little one saying he really didn’t need to go, and as embarrassing as it was, he went along with you anyways. After sitting for a few minutes he mumbled something, picking at his nails.

“What, baby?”, you set your phone down and leaned against the wall across from him.

“Sorry…”

“I know, sweetheart. You just gotta start going potty when you need to go, baby.”, you offered a reassuring smile, appreciating that he really was sitting here with you try to get control of his bladder again. Smiling he nodded, and finally went on the potty.

“Hey! Look at that! Good boy!”, you grabbed up his flustered face and pressed a kiss to his head before poking your head out the bathroom door.

“Hyuka went on the potty!!”, you yelled down the hall. After the week everyone had had with their accident prone HueningKai, it was a miracle.

Cheers and shouts of ‘good job Hueningie!’ came from both directions, but Kai only pouted and blushed, frustrated.

“Why’d you tell we everyone?!”, he whined again, your whiny baby. Why would you?

“Because I’m proud.”, and you knew, this little family of yours, they were all proud of him too.

“I hear you finally went, Hueningie?”, Soobin poked his head in the door. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before.

“Hyung!!!”, Hyuka moved to try to cover whatever he could but he didn’t know whether to cover his face or his body so he just curled up on himself and tried to get his pull-up on not-so-gracefully.

“The wolf finally emerges from the den after all the chaos?? You missed dinner.”, you chuckled, standing and helping Hyuka wash his hands like he liked you to.

“It’s been a long week! I was catching up on sleep. I’m sorry my Hueningie. Do you forgive Hyung?”, Soobin pouted, definitely getting defensive. But Kai was glad to be minus one extra pair of eyes for another incident. Once you dried his hands, he pouted right back at his Hyung.

“Awww. Come here my GumNing.”, Soobin held out his arms lowering himself and hugging his gum tighter than he might like.

“Hyungggg!!”, Hyuka groaned, squirming around.

“I like your diaper.”, Soobin giggled lowly letting him escape.

“They’re not diapies! They’re pull-ups!”

🧸End note: sorry for the wait! this turned out long 💀 It’s nice to finally be getting to these requests after so long (months 🥲) hello to my new followers and thank you for staying with me to my old. This is my first time writing little!txt in diapers and going further in depth with accidents. I’d love to get some feedback on this. 💕

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an-oddlyfluffycarpet · 2 years ago

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Wu: And where did kai learn how to float?!

Jay: uh... Internet?

Wu: Hmm.. okay, check out.

#ninjago #master wu #jay walker #kai smith #wu's teas

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sins-and-wins-with-vix · 3 years ago

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Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Legacy of the Green Ninja” E13: Rise of the Spinjitzu Master

Disclaimers: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s mainly intended for comedy!

Be sure to reblog, comment, and/or like, and tell me your thoughts!

- Final appearance of the OG intro! ✅

- Technically the title should be “Rise of the Ultimate Spinjitzu Master,” considering that all the ninja are referred to as Spinjitzu masters. Granted, the title of this post is already much longer than it needed to be, so leaving it out kinda does me a favor… except I don’t care soooooo ❌

- Dareth survives this. That’s not a sin because it’s unrealistic, but because I didn’t want him to ❌

- “But I don’t remember my father any other way.” Sure, Garmadon was always an evil warlord bent on destruction, but he still cared deeply about Lloyd, which is a stark contrast from the Overlord that you’d think Lloyd would pick up on. ❌

- “For once, I am afraid there is nothing to learn.” Wu thinks that just because he can’t pull some contrived lesson out of his a*s it means that there is no lesson to be found at all. Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve properly sh*t on Wu for no real reason other than I want him to burn… feels nice to be back in practice ❌

- “And when [the FSM’s] back was up against the wall did he quit? No, he found a way to keep the fight going.” Yeah, by forcing it onto a bunch of kids in the future so he wouldn’t actually have to deal with it. I get that if he couldn’t win, it was the right choice to extend the fight, but you can acknowledge something as being the only viable option while also not treating it as this massive sacrifice because ultimately, he’s the only one that didn’t get hurt ❌

- “He passed his elemental powers onto us - of all people! A bunch of kids! There’s must’ve been a reason he chose us…” I get that the writers didn’t know there’d be more seasons but watching this knowing what we know now about elemental masters… it falls a bit flat ❌

- “And ninja never quit!” He said it guys! He said the line!! ✅

- Also, Kai was the first to float something resembling the “ninja never quit” line back in S1, and I find it adorable that Lloyd listened well enough to actually remember ✅

- But also, Lloyd plagiarizes his brother. Where’s your in text citation, Lloyd? WHERE? ❌

- How did the Falcon know about the mech? ❌

- Not a single one of the ninja puts their sword into their respective slot ❌

- ^(I swear that wasn’t meant to be a s*x joke)

- I get that Garmatron was big, but how the f*ck did it turn into that tall a building??? ❌

- “I can’t wait to see the look on the Overlord’s face when he sees us!” “Is that the look you were hoping for?” “Zane… no.” Well, look who found a sense of humor! ✅

- “I know we’ve always drawn a crowd, but this is ridiculous!” I know early Jay was an a*shole but I still miss him ✅

- “Where’d ya get [elemental blades]? I want one!” Same, Dareth ✅

- You know that meme where it’s like “the final boss when you fight vs. unlocking them as a playable character?” The Stone Army is the embodiment of that meme ❌

- I will never not be emotional over Jay literally pushing Lloyd away and taking the hit for him. ✅

- “No, there’s only one green ninja!” Kai’s character development ✅

- “I have come here to fight you!” Really? D*mn, this whole time I just thought it was game night ❌

- “You don’t even have a sword!” “I don’t need a sword.” AU where Lloyd pulls out a gun

- “Then all I have to say is… goodbye.” ✅✅

- “I am the Ultimate Spinjitzu Master!” Amazing, the triple zoom-ins, the cinematography, the suit change, the line delivery - flawless, spectacular, perf- ✅

- “Where there is light, there will always be shadow!” “Unless my light is bright enough!” Green bean I love you but… that’s not how light works… D*mmit, Wu, this is what happens when you pull kids out of grade school! ❌

- Was the fight itself a bit underwhelming? Yes, it was, but you know what? The drama of it, the music, the cinematography - all of it well makes up for the relative lack of action ✅

- Alas, I have to do me and mention the lack of Lloyd’s character development. S1 (while not perfect) did a good job of giving each ninja a respective arc and episode that made their true potential feel earned, deserved, and personal to each of them, but that feeling just isn’t there for Lloyd. As much as I love over-analyzing, the importance of this scene and what it meant for Lloyd and his character shouldn’t be implied. ❌

- “Should the Overlord decide to show his face around here… we’ll be ready!” “And next time we’ll be a little more humble.” “And a little more wise.” “And with better catchphrases!” Why the f*ck am I crying ✅

- Also, I can guarantee they won’t ❌

- “You think we should dog-pile em?” Yes! “Let’s give them their moment.” D*mmit! ❌

- “Speak for yourself! I’m looking forward to doing a little more inventing, dabble in model-building, little bit of poetry-“ Pilots reference! ✅

- Sure is sad that Ninjago only got two seasons, I mean, doing this for every episode was fun! But I supposed everyone has to move on eventua- wait, what do you mean there’s more seasons? How many? 15 AND A HALF?? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!? YALL IM COLLEGE SEARCHING RIGHT NOW. AM I GONNA BE DOING THESE POSTS WHILE STUDYING FOR MY MAJOR?!? AM I EVER NOT GONNA BE OBSESSED WITH THIS F*CKING SHO-

- Anyways, I’ll see y’all in season 3!

Sentence: Not Final Final Battle

#ninjago sins/wins #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #ninjago zane

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Uhh for the prompt meme, 3 & 13 gives me Anakin and the Jedi Babies vibes, so Jango or Jaster & Anakin or Soka or Ben maybe?

390 Prompts!!!! 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 13. “BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

IDK if I’ll get the actual line in but I’ve been meaning to write a bit about Jango and Sokanth, at minimum. Jango is just barely fifteen, Soka is two. She has very vague memories of her teen self.

EDIT: I GOT THE LINE IN

Objectively, Jango’s main connection to Anakin Skywalker should have been professional.

It wasn’t.

Jango hadn’t been one of the soldiers to bring in the little family. He’d heard about it after they’d already been taken to medical, arrived just in time to see them muttering about how fancy the prosthetic arm was as they removed it--frostbite risk, they said--and stripping the Jedi of his sodden robes. The man was only a few years older than Jango, and covered in battle scars. Attractive, maybe, but Jango wouldn’t be able to even think of that until he wasn’t staring at blue lips on a half-dead face.

“How did he know we were here?” he asks his father, stepping up beside the man at the overlarge window of the ‘secure’ medical room, and receiving half a glance in response.

“He didn’t,” Jaster says, looking supremely unhappy with the entire situation. “Had no idea who I was, when he saw me.”

“He talked to you?”

“For about five seconds before he passed out.” Jaster smiles, thin and grim. “We found an Ident card. It’s got a name, a few details that don’t make sense... we think it might have been prepared for a long-term mission in system with a non-standard calendar; the dates are in the future if we assume it’s Republic.”

“Weird,” Jango mutters. “He doesn’t look much like a Jedi.”

“Adi’ka, you’ve never met a Jedi,” Jaster scoffs, cuffing him on the shoulder.

“Jedi don’t wear black leather,” Jango argues, glancing at the nearest pile of cloth.

Jaster rolls his eyes. “He had four lightsabers on him, if that’s what you’re looking to ask.”

“Haran.” Jango whistles lowly, impressed despite himself. “What’d he need that many for?”

“The brown robes were too short for him,” Jaster says, voice not quite loud enough to carry. “And the other set were fit for a female youngling, even shorter.”

He hadn’t been alone.

And now he was.

“Bodies?” Jango asks.

“None dead,” Jaster says. “And the living are... far too young to match up.”

He gestures, and Jango belatedly sees the tiny, tiny things in cribs to the side.

Jango swears, quiet and angry. He’d heard there were children, but he hadn’t expected anyone quite that small.

Jaster takes the cursing in stride. “They’re estimating the human at six months. Togruta’s maybe two years. Jedi was damn near dead when they found him, but the kids seem fine. Medics are guessing it’s something to do with the Force, because neither of them were even that cold.”

“Any idea how he knows them?”

“Nothing yet, just that he cares about them like they’re his own,” Jaster says. “Scouting party claimed he said they were family. Even used Mando’a, called them aliit. We’re going to keep them together until we know more. No use accidentally enraging a Jedi by separating him from family, if that’s what they are. The Togruta seems to know him, at least.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have families.”

“You also thought Jedi weren’t supposed to wear black leather.”

Jango huffs and turns away from his father, focusing in on how the medics are starting to pack in blankets on the man’s chest while they get to work on the thigh wound. It looks already cauterized, maybe a blaster, but that can still get infected damned easily. Jango’s seen it happen before.

“Can the togruta talk yet?”

“Only enough to ask for her... carer?” Jaster hazards. “She refers to him as ‘Skyguy’ and it’s been pretty much the only word she’s said that isn’t gibberish.”

Jango almost asks if they’re sure it’s not just Togruti.

Even as he watches the area below, the toddler starts crying. A few of the medics dart glances over, but they're busy with the adult. The crying starts increasing in pitch, heading to dangerous territory, and a number of people abruptly remember that a Togruta's cry is much more likely to destroy eardrums than a human child's.

Jango hesitates, but turns from his father and heads for the door. Nobody comments.

Jango slips into the room as quietly as a teenager in most of a beskar kit can, and goes over to the cribs that have been hastily set up. The human infant is quiet, blinking sleepily and furrowing their little brow, but the toddler has gotten to her feet, clinging to the bars and screaming her little head off. He stops in front of her and... tries to figure out what to do.

"Weks?"

He has no idea if that's a word. She's stopped screaming at least, is just rubbing her eyes free of tears and peering up at him. She hiccups.

"Hi," he says, unsure of what else to do.

"No weks," she seemingly decides, and her lip trembles. Kriff. "Obi-obi?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he tells her, but offers a hand that she immediately grabs for. "Do you know Basic?"

"Ya!" she cheers, and then starts trying to climb out of the crib. Jango panics and picks her up, because he's pretty sure this might be a Jedi baby, and if it's a Jedi baby, then what if she can float? He can't deal with an upset, floating baby. Better he just pick her up.

"Hi," he repeats, still unsure of what to do with this small child. She frowns at him, deep in thought, and pats at his face like she's trying to figure it out. "What are you--"

"Shi-ny," she suddenly insists. "Like Tup."

He has no idea what she's trying to say. "Sure."

She frowns harder at him, and then leans forward and drops her head against his beskar, seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable it's going to be. "Shiny. Weks 'n' Cody 'n' Echo 'n' vod."

"You don't even know my name," Jango says, panicking a little. "You can't call me vod."

"Shhhh now," she says, patting blindly at his mouth. He tries to crane his head away. He mostly fails. "Sleepy."

"Wh--okay," he decides. Sure. If it keeps her quiet, sure. He goes to sit down, and she immediately turns and tries to grab for her... fellow child? He has no idea what they are to each other.

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we can stay with the other baby!" Jango assures her, trying to bounce her up and down like he's seen new parents do, looking frantically for a chair to pull over. "I'm going to get a chair and we'll come right back, okay?"

She looks up at him, tears gathering. "Pwomise?"

"Uh, yeah, I promise."

He lets her bury her face back against his chest, and quickly grabs the nearest chair and drags it over to the cribs. He ignores the medics for the most part, just focuses on holding the toddler that he has, mostly against his own will, become temporarily responsible for. "Do you have a name?"

She just whines and cuddles closer. He sighs.

"Well, I'm Jango. So, you don't have to call me that other stuff." He moves a hand to pull her away from where she's about to topple off his lap. She grabs for it and pulls it to her face, apparently forgetting that she'd just declared herself sleepy. She examines the glove in fascination. "Please definitely don't call me vod. You have people here, and I just met you. Wait for your, uh, Skyguy? Wait for your Skyguy to wake up."

She bites his fingers. He pulls his hand away, swearing under his breath and panicking just a little. "Don't put that in your mouth, do you have any idea where my gloves have been?"

She bares her teeth at him and growls. Given that her teeth are barely more than nubs, this doesn't do much. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"Ya!"

"I am not."

She pouts and whines and throws herself back against the beskar, causing a thunking noise as her montral hits the plate. She does not seem perturbed by the collision, just twists somehow closer and sticks her thumb in her mouth.

That is... also probably covered in germs. He looks over at the crib, spots a pacifier, and awkwardly leans to grab it without dropping the toddler in his lap or standing up and making it harder for her to start falling asleep again. There's a little togruta on it, which he figures means it's not going to be a choking hazard for non-human teeth. "Here, chew this instead."

She makes a curious noise and lifts her head. She wrinkles her nose at the pacifier, and then looks up at him. "Jan-Jan, no."

"Wh--you know what, no, you're a kid, I can't get angry at you for getting my name wrong," he sighs. "Take the pacifier, it's cleaner than your hand."

"No!"

"Please?" He tries.

She glares at him a little harder and then huffs. "Kay. Cuz shiny."

He still has no idea what that means, but if it gets her to fall asleep with this thing in her mouth instead of her dubiously-clean hand, he's fine with it.

(When he learns what shiny means, he will be much less fine with it.)

(It'll be far too late by that point, of course.)

#Ahsoka Tano #Jango Fett #Jaster Mereel #time travel #de aging #star wars #anakin and the jedi babies #Phoenix Answers Memes #Phoenix Posts #if you're wondering 'wait doesn't she NOT recognize him later?'#the answer is that she's literally a toddler and not great at memory

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thesedangeroustemptations · 4 years ago

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Baki Boy’s and a fearless/overly-outspoken s/o

Hi y’all! This is my very first headcanon and it’s something that just came to mind while insomnia decided sleep wasn’t allowed. Some are going to have a S/O who speaks out and acts the way they do due to past feelings of restriction and inability to do so, and some are just personality traits in general so a small TW is in order I suppose. I hope you all like it!

Baki:

At first, he had no idea how to deal with that. He was used to Kozue who would only ever speak on her feelings when pressed for them, so when he saw his S/O immediately snap back at Yujiro for his comments and general way of being unprompted, he felt a bit of fear for their safety but also a swelling of pride began to grow in his chest.

He knew they were free spirited and spoke their mind from the beginning, what was apart of what drew Baki to them in the first place, but in the face of The Ogre?

He was shocked to say the least and every alarm in his head was going off to get them out of there before they ended up dead, but Yujiro simply laughed, smirked at his son and gave him a dark warning.

“Don’t let them bark harder than you can bite, that might just be what puts them down.”

The longer that they spent together, the more accustomed to their general ease with saying whatever floated through their head at the time, and lack of care for the outcome of what was said/done.

This has lead to more than a few occasions where Baki has had to pick them up and sprint away from the situation to keep from having to beat someone’s face into an unrecognizable pulp the second an advance was made in the direction of his S/O.

He comes to appreciate their honesty and finds it easier to be around them compared to other people due to the low probability of them hiding anything from him, and it being far easier for him to tell when something is wrong.

Will ask their opinions when making big decisions because he knows they have no fear going forward in life and will tell him their exact thought process regardless of whether it fits with what he’s wanting. To them, it’s what’s best not what is wanted if you’re asking their opinion.

Would support them saying whatever is on their mind/heart, but worries for their safety when he isn’t around to watch out for them.

Loves them for them regardless of if they lack the ability to keep their feelings to themselves while Baki himself is rather reserved.

Jack:

To say he was surprised to have this tiny (anything is compared to him-) individual he hadn’t seen before snap at him for hogging the bench press during his routine workout at his favored gym would be an understatement.

The man was an absolute giant who towered over even the tallest of men and could easily break most in half, yet here this tiny firecracker was getting angry at him. An interesting development indeed.

From then on, he set out to make it his mission to get to know this unique person. For someone to get his eye off of getting stronger and defeating his father is an award all it’s own, but for him to actively chase them was an entirely different thing.

Does eventually win them over through a mixture of gentlemanly behavior and healthy sarcasm, while proving he’s a trustworthy person to hold their heart and guard it.

Jack found himself growing protective over them when he witnessed them exchanging heated words followed by blows over a dispute in a bar he miraculously found himself at the same time as them.

He decided that moment he was going to make them his, and he was going to keep them safe forever, especially from Yujiro.

Hundred percent would do his best to keep them separate, but Yujiro, being Yujiro, would find a way to make his son’s life harder and intervene, belittling him in some way around his S/O and that would be the end of it.

Jack thought he had seen them go off before? Oh, no, no. Not when it came to someone they care about deeply. They started spewing every insult they could think of at the red-headed Hanma giant, feeling not an ounce of fear in their body- that’s because all of it entered Jack’s the moment they opened their mouth.

Used every bit of endurance he built up to grab them and run as far as he could in as quick a pace as possible to get them to safety.

Knows there’s no way he can change them, and that he wouldn’t want to. Their outspokenness was what made him fall for them after all.

Katsumi:

This man has a thing for outspoken S/O who takes charge, he may seem like an alpha male but he would instantly fold the moment his beloved gives him the look. Is not to afraid to admit this and chalks it up to his love and respect for their opinions.

Instantly fell for them the moment they entered Shin Shin Kai in a full-blown fit, eyes raging, nostrils slightly flaring and sights set on a member of his class. Obviously they did something wrong, but when he approached to find out exactly what was going on as any teacher would, he was instantly shut down.

“I’m not here for you, so if you don’t want your head bit off, I’d stay the fuck out of my way”

Needless to say, he was intrigued at this type of response from someone so much smaller than him, in his own father’s dojo, and after a few more prodding questions and standing in the way of what they wanted, he got the answers he was wanting as to what was going on.

Being the relatively peaceful guy he was, Katsumi managed to calm down the situation while somehow getting a date out of the whole scenario.

Everyone thought he was crazy for wanting to go out with someone as outspoken and rude like that, but he saw beyond that. He could see there was someone fearless and thoughtful under there, and he wanted to see what else was buried beneath the surface.

Man, was it worth it. They didn’t fear anything it seemed, always willing to try new activities with Katsumi and his friends, be it new roller-coaster to cliff-jumping on their days off at the ocean, it didn’t matter. They were always up for it, the acts seemingly bringing them closer each time.

He grew to love and respect them greatly, reminding them daily how much he admires their ability to speak their mind without fear and has no issue setting anyone straight regardless of who it is.

Would never admit it to their face or out loud but he really worries about them when he’s gone, knowing that not everyone can see the kind person they are inside and could easily take their words or actions the wrong way.

One of the few who actually trains his S/O in martial arts, even just the basics, to keep themselves safe when he isn’t around.

Doyle:

Oh boy.

This idiot would be voted most likely to attempt to kill his S/O for opening their mouth about how he doesn’t seem as tough as everyone is making him out to be.

Has the hardest time out of all of the men to adapt to having a S/O who speaks whatever comes in their mind and letting him know exactly what they think of his actions, good or bad. This is not something he is used to and not being able to just leave or kill the person saying it was something that was completely new to him.

Would be the definition of opposites attract. Doyle is known for being more reserved, keeps things to himself and generally reminds others of a cat with his observant and quiet behavior. In comes his lover who is open about her thoughts and feelings regardless of who asks, will shout and loudly express themselves when upset or frustrated, and is basically a dog personified.

Doyle catches himself watching their surroundings more cautiously when they go out due to not knowing exactly what is going to slip out of his lovers mouth, and being fully prepared to cut the tongue out of anyone who dared breath in their direction wrong.

Eventually he learns what will set off his S/O quicker and what is the best ways to calm them down when they are feeling like they need to be heard about a certain scenario.

He’s a very observant man, and when spending nearly everyday with a person he cares for, he will swiftly find ways to make things easier for them without their noticing. He can’t have them thinking he cares too much.

Around the other inmates or Yujiro Hanma is the only time Doyle feels any inclination of fear, prompting a fight, flight, or freeze response to which he typically chooses the middle option with his S/O in toe.

He would rather be viewed as a coward for fleeing with what is his than lose it because they don’t have the ability to keep their damn mouth shut for someone looking at either of them wrong.

Would enjoy having a S/O who expresses what they’re feeling, but would hope for one who had some sentiment of common sense so he didn’t have to constantly worry.

Retsu:

Probably handles them the best out of all of the boys to be honest.

Is used to hotheaded and outspoken people himself already (*cough* Katsumi *cough*), while also having been one in his past, Retsu is the most suited to dealing with their outbursts and reckless actions due to a lack of fear.

Likely met his S/O while in Japan for the Maximum Tournament and overheard them going off in the distance about something that was a passion of theirs that they felt had been disrespected.

Retsu could relate given his overprotective nature in regards to his Chinese Kenpo, so when he saw them chest to chest, red-faced and still going at it while showing no signs of backing down, he knew he had to step in and defuse the situation before their beautiful/handsome face was ruined over an argument.

Has no problem with letting them rant and rave about things their passionate about or that bothered them throughout the day/week that they managed to hold in for Retsu’s sake.

Expresses his feeling the easiest out of the men except for possibly a tie with Baki, so makes it known that he worries for their safety and wants them to try their best to keep it together while they’re apart, being rewarded with whatever treat they would like followed by cuddles and a venting session.

Comes up with different means for them to let out their frustrations with the world without having to blow up on everyone/everything that upsets them; i.e. gives them swearing coloring books to create art out of every swear word/insult they could think of.

Doesn’t want his S/O to keep things inside or to change, he just simply wants them to learn there is a time and a place for going off about things you’re passionate about, but when faced with the strongest being in the world? That is not the time, and even someone like Retsu, who believed that nothing could beat Chinese Kenpo, could recognize that.

If things ever got heated out in public and his S/O began to argue with another person, don’t think for a second that Retsu wouldn’t break a man’s jaw for talking to his love with any kind of bass in their voice.

Loves and accepts his S/O for who they are, but is likely to help try and gently mother hen them into channeling that into a healthier outcome.

#baki headcanons #baki the grappler #katsumi orochi #retsu kaioh #baki hanma #jack hanma #doyle #headcanon #im sorry if this is bad #i tried #4 am posts

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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I’ve Got You

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: An embarrassed Reader accepts a swimming lesson from Spencer Category: FLUFF / SMUT ending (will be specified before it splits) Warnings: Language, fluffy smut at the end Word Count: 5.5k

Full Request: “...For your 1k celebration, I was wondering if you could write a fic where Spencer teaches reader how to swim, and then smut happens? Congratulations for 1k btw 🥰!” — @jareauswifey

***EDITED: 7/23/2021***

MASTERLIST | 1K MASTERLIST

NOTE: Fun fact: I don’t know how to swim either, so this was incredibly fun to write and I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

Also, the more I wrote this the more it became absolutely fluffy, but since there was a request for smut, I wrote it in as an extra ending. So the majority of this is still fluffy, and there’s a good, solid end for those who don’t/can’t read smut. But the smut is added at the end for those who want it. Totally up to you! I hope y’all really enjoy this one!!

***

"Wait, she dragged you into the pool?"

"She didn't... drag me, she pulled me in."

"Look, no matter how you say it, Pretty Boy, the fact of the matter is, you ended up making out with a movie star in her pool. I call that a win."

While everyone in the bullpen was laughing, you found yourself distanced from the conversation, definitely not thrilled about the idea of re-living the case you'd just worked. And you loved Garcia as much as the next person, but this was one of those times you wished she wasn't so adamantly curious about everyone's personal lives.

"Look, it's not even a big deal, okay, people... kiss each other in pools all the time," Reid got out quickly, also not very thrilled about this conversation. "I mean, you've all done it, right?"

Garcia, Morgan, Elle, and JJ all recounted quickly a few times they'd experienced it, and you were hoping desperately that they wouldn't ask you, since you'd stayed quiet pretty much the whole time, immersing yourself in paperwork (or so you made them believe; you were really just trying not to think about how sad this whole situation made you).

But, of course, it was not your week.

"What about you, Y/N?" Garcia asked. You looked up to see all of your friends looking at you expectantly, and you felt like you could have cried right then and there.

"O—oh, um... I haven't... done that before."

You wanted to smack the smile off Morgan's face when he said, "Oh, so you're telling me Pretty Boy's got Pretty Girl beat in something for once?"

"That's... That's not true, he beats me at everything," you countered, already feeling your face get warm. "Look, it isn't a big deal. It's just not something I've ever done before, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Never said there was... Why are you getting so defensive?"

The teasing tone in his voice made everything worse, especially since he knew about your huge crush on Reid. He was the first one to point it out, and you swore him to secrecy. And now, he was threatening to expose you, and you wanted to tackle him, even though you were positive you wouldn't get very far.

"I'm not defensive! I just... I haven't kissed anyone in a pool before, and Reid's right, you guys are acting like it's a big deal when it isn't, that's all."

"Well, how come?" Morgan pressed.

"How come it's not a big deal?"

"No, how come you haven't done it?"

That settled it. You were going to deck him in the face the first chance you got.

"Because... I... I can't swim."

You'd said it so quietly, completely embarrassed over the fact, but everyone still was able to hear you.

"You can't?" Elle asked, obviously amused.

"No," you stated firmly, crossing your arms and huffing, a strand of your hair blowing away from your face as you did so. "Before you ask why, I just always had other things to do growing up, and I never bothered to learn. And there's nothing wrong with that either, by the way."

You refused to look at your friends as they took in all this information about you, and by this point you couldn't wait to go home. In fact, you were thinking about leaving right now, to save yourself from further embarrassment.

But then, of freaking course, Derek Morgan had to say something.

"Hey, maybe Reid could teach you how."

The second you were alone with him, he was dead meat.

Your face was even warmer now, and you wanted nothing more than to hide, maybe under the desk, though perhaps a hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere sounded more satisfying. Hell, anything sounded more satisfying than being here right now.

"Ha-ha," you laughed instead, trying to play it off like a joke-suggestion. "I'm sure Reid has better things to do with his time than teaching a woman in her twenties how to swim."

"Are you kidding me, Reid never has anything better to do with his time," Morgan countered, earning a few chuckles from the room.

You rolled your eyes and started to gather your things. You were going to decline and say goodnight, but before you could someone spoke up.

"I—if it's something you really wanted to learn, I could... I wouldn't mind teaching you the basics... or something."

As much as you didn't want to look at Reid in that moment, you did it anyway, because you had to make sure he was being serious. To make sure you'd heard that right.

"What?" you asked quietly.

"Well... You are always saying how we should hang out more. Maybe... it would be a good idea?"

You had said that. But that was before. You know, when you were starting to grow your confidence around him. When you were finally starting to grow the guts to ask him out on a date. Before he started kissing movie stars in pools...

Now all that confidence had been shattered, and you felt smaller than you'd ever been, embarrassed and incredibly babied at your inability to fucking swim.

All of this should have nudged you to say, "no". It should have saved you from making any rash decisions, but...

The way Reid was looking at you, so genuine in that kind way of his, you could have sworn he was begging you to say, "yes".

Or maybe that was your crush talking.

Whatever the case, it was that stupid crush that pushed all reason out of your brain and made you agree.

"O—okay. Why not?"

Your friends clapped, Reid smiled at you, and you could practically feel Morgan's burning Gotcha! look all the way from the other side of the room.

What were you getting yourself into?

***

You almost thought about bailing. There was no way you were going to survive this! Not only was it embarrassing enough that you couldn't swim, but now the guy you have the biggest crush on was going to teach you how? You were going to have to see him, wet, and he was going to have to see you in a swimsuit, and he was probably going to touch you, too.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—

You were about to call Reid and tell him you weren't feeling well, but just as you got out your phone, he showed up in front of you, walking into the pool room at the hotel you were staying at for the weekend. Neither of you had a pool, and to avoid further embarrassment on your part, he offered to rent a room for the weekend so you could use the pool when no one else would be there. In theory it was a good idea, but in actuality it was an awful idea, because now not only did you have to take swimming lessons from your crush, but you were sharing a room with him for the weekend as well.

It was your worst nightmare.

"Hey! I—I got here a little earlier than planned, so I wasn't gonna wait here that long, and I... Never mind. I'm sorry. Hello." Great, now I'm rambling... Good start, Y/N...

Reid laughed a little, setting down a bag. "Hi, Y/N. Are you still sure you want to do this? I know... I kind of pushed it on you last minute, and—"

"No! I'm... It's probably something I should learn at some point anyway... Better get it done now while I can, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. So, uh... You want to get started?"

You turned to the pool, gesturing with your arms. "Lead the way, Genius."

He laughed a little and made his way to the water, and you took a deep breath as you followed behind, hoping you wouldn't make a bigger fool of yourself than you already had.

Reminding yourself to breathe and stay cool, you reluctantly and very slowly made your way into the water, staying close to the edges even though you were tall enough to stand with the water sitting safely at your chest. You'd been in pools before, but always just like this, at the edge. Your friends growing up were always supportive in your decision not to do anything more, even though they'd offered multiple times to teach you, but the truth was that you were quite afraid of being in deep water.

You were never going to tell them that, though. You weren't even sure you wanted to tell Spencer. But you supposed that if he was really going to teach you how to swim, you'd have to come clean.

Just... Not right now.

"Hmm... Okay, so I'm thinking for now I should teach you how to float."

Shit.

"Um... O—kay..."

He could tell you were nervous, it was obvious by the sympathetic way he looked at you and tilted his head. "I know it's probably intimidating because you don't know how to swim, but floating is actually pretty easy."

He then proceeded to lean back and float on his back. His head was tilted so he could still look at you, and he looked serene. Calm. And supportive, as he said, "There's nothing to it, all you have to do is lean back and just let your body relax. It might feel like you're starting to sink a little, but you won't."

"WhywouldyoutellmethatohmyGod," you squeaked, leaning out and holding very tightly to the edge of the pool. The panic you outwardly exuded was just about the most embarrassing thing you could have done, and it only made you feel worse, shutting your eyes tightly and regretting every life choice youd ever made.

Reid was suddenly beside you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you jumped, making him retreat. "Y/N, hey. Look at me."

You didn't want to. God, you wanted to do anything else. You would have rather floated in the water.

But you did it anyway, refusing to make things worse.

His face was just as soft as his touch, and even though you had nothing to worry about, you felt like you were going to cry.

"Are you... afraid of the water?" It wasn't mean or mocking. It was a genuine, concerned observation, and that somehow made it even worse.

"Y—yes," you choked out, feeling your throat start to tighten.

"Why did you agree to do this, then? I... I'm still more than happy to help you, but if you're afraid, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I won't make you..."

"I know that, I just... You were practically begging to teach me how to swim, and I didn't want to make you sad," you joked hoping it would lighten the mood and keep you from actually shedding any tears.

Thankfully he laughed, and it made you laugh right along with him, some of your troubles easing and the tightness in your throat letting up just a little. The two of you were silent for a few beats before you reached out with one hand and grabbed his, taking a deep breath and nodding.

"Okay. I'm ready to let you teach me how to float. I promise I won't... freak out this time."

He looked down at your hand on his for a second, something changing in his eyes before he looked back up. "Are you sure?"

No. "Yes."

"Okay... Do you... want to stay here by the edge?"

You scoffed. "Where else would we go?"

"Um... Never mind, we'll stay here. Just um... Come here?"

You laughed a little at the fact that he didn't get that you were joking, and then let go of the ledge with your other hand, pulling yourself towards him and letting him get closer. His hands gently held onto your arms as your feet planted themselves on the pool floor. The proximity was surprisingly calming, considering your outburst just a minute earlier, and you were thankful for that.

Despite all the mess, things weren't nearly as bad as you'd imagined they'd be.

"Okay," Spencer said, nodding slightly. "I'm going to float first. I want you to keep your hands pressed up under my back, okay?"

"But... don't you already know how to float? What do you need me for?"

"I'm demonstrating how light your body weight is while you're in water. See, when I go back like this..."

That was your cue. He leaned back just like he had before, and your hands moved, laying your palms out to lay under his back as instructed. You instantly understood what he meant, because he started to sink a little, and when you lifted him up, it was like he weighed nothing.

"So, even if you do start to sink, I'll be right there to keep you steady. You'll be just fine," he reassured, standing up again. You removed your hands and smiled at him, already feeling better about this.

"Okay. How do I... Go back? Do I just..."

"Oh, uh... Here," he offered, reaching out his arms. You walked into them, and instantly felt your heartbeat pick up when he wrapped them around you, the two of you closer than you'd ever been.

"I'm going to lay you on your back, okay? I've got you."

You nodded, unable to form any words. And when he leaned your body back into the water, you were suddenly aware of all he could see.

Warmth flooded through you as you looked up at him, his hands planting themselves firmly under your back. Your bare back. One of them was pressed against the tie on your upper back, and immediately your mind went there, imagining his fingers deftly untying the knot and letting your bathing top come undone. Your heart raced faster and faster, and it was becoming harder to relax.

"Y/N, it's okay," Spencer said, snapping you out of it. "I'm right here. I'm not going to let you go, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered. "I trust you."

"I'm gonna start letting you go, okay? Just relax your muscles, take nice, calm breaths, and let everything go. Just... float."

His words were soft and whispered, so light it was like in a past life they were dandelion seeds floating in the wind on a warm summer day. You closed your eyes and focused on that image, the white fluff floating in a field, and your body started to relax.

"That's it," you barely heard Spencer's voice as you drifted off. Everything was light, airy, and... non-existent.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, but eventually you realized that there was nothing holding you up anymore. Nothing was there to ground you, to keep you steady.

Your heart leapt out of your chest, and you gasped, flailing and you felt your face start to go under as a result. "No!" you screamed, suddenly panicked.

Almost as quickly as the panic set in, Spencer's arms were wrapped around you again, pulling you from under the water and into his body. Your arms instantly clung to his neck, trying to pull yourself up and away from the water, where it couldn't drown you.

"Y/N, hey, I've got you. It's okay, I'm right here. You're okay..."

"I'm done," you breathed, trying to calm yourself. "Can we be done?"

"Yes, we can be done," he said back softly, using one of his hands to stroke the wet hair from your face.

Despite your urgency to be done, however, you stayed like that, wrapped up in him for what felt like forever. His hand continued stroking your hair and his lips continued to whisper sweet words of encouragement and praise. Gradually your breathing slowed to a steady pace, and you almost forgot where you were again. At least until he spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

You lifted your head back to look into his eyes, managing to get out a quick, "Uh huh," even as your breath caught in your throat. The way he was looking at you with such concern and sweetness sent a course of butterflies through your stomach. They migrated out towards your chest, accompanying your heartbeat in a quick, thundering pace that only seemed to get faster when his hand grazed your cheek.

Against your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, and you savored the feeling of his hands on you. The one brushed down your cheek and over your neck and collarbone, while the other found purchase against your lower back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles just above the hemline of your swim bottoms.

You felt his forehead touch yours and audibly gasped, clinging tighter to his neck and refusing to open your eyes.

"I've got you," he said so softly you weren't even sure you heard it at all. "I've always got you. Can you plant your feet down?"

You were still close enough to the edge of the pool that you knew you could, but in all honesty you'd forgotten you were even there. The sheer panic that came with floating on your own made you feel like you were in the middle of the ocean, and if he hadn't told you otherwise, you would have believed it to be true.

"I can," you answered truthfully. "But I don't want to."

With your foreheads pressed together still, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you, and it was sheer sparkling amusement you found swimming in his gaze as he spoke.

"Then don't."

You weren't sure who moved first. The next thing you knew, your lips were pressed together, and it was all you could take not to simply absorb into him. Which... of course, you practically did anyway. Because of the water, he lifted you to him with ease, giving you a better angle to cling to him since you'd done it so frantically before.

Your lips moved together without a care in the world, the two of you taking your time to just feel the moment. The tender, caring way in which he reciprocated and explored your kiss was almost as butterfly-inducing as all the simple looks he'd thrown your way and the gentle tone he always took with you.

It was almost as if he liked you back.

The thought made you pull away, breathless and dizzy, and the sheer look of contentment, followed by immense panic that set on Spencer's face brought you back to real life.

"I'm sorry," he rushed. "I... Y/N, I..."

Knowing you were already in too deep, you stopped him. "I like you."

He was silent. Frozen. And then, simply, "What?"

You sighed. "I... I like you. I have a crush on you. And I've had a crush on you pretty much from the moment we met. And I... I was trying to find the courage to tell you, and then the thing with Lila Archer happened and I wasn't even... like, she's so pretty, and she can swim, obviously, and I just felt like a total loser after that case, and so when you said you—"

Your words were cut off when he kissed you again, and you'd never been so surprised. Well, save for the panic you felt while floating in the water on your own just a few minutes ago, you supposed...

Though you were inclined to say this surprise was much better.

He pulled away after a few seconds, searching your eyes. "I like you, too," he said quietly.

"Y—You do?"

"Well, of course I do. You're... You're smart, and you're beautiful, a—and you're really good at swimming..."

You laughed. Hard. And Spencer laughed right along with you, until the two of you were just there, smiling at each other. And eventually, you ended up kissing each other again, just as you had before.

Only this time, your kisses got deeper. With every second, the two of you became more hungry, the low and soft moans coming from the bass of your throat urging him to become bolder.

Rather than holding you up by your back, he lowered his hands, gently over your butt and hooking under your thighs as your legs clung around his waist. Your arms still stayed around his neck, only now your fingers weaved through the hair at the nape of it, and when you tugged a little, he moaned into your mouth.

You didn't know how you got there, but all of a sudden, your back was pressed up against the edge of the pool, and you used that leverage to let go of his neck and let your hands roam freely, over his arms and down his chest.

But eventually the two of you had to come up for air, so you broke apart reluctantly, both panting and smiling like fools.

"So, is, uh... is this a hobby of yours?" you asked. "Making out with girls in pools?"

Spencer laughed, pressing his forehead to yours. "Only recently, but... I think this time is the only one that really counts."

He nuzzled his nose against yours and you laughed, feeling completely warm all over and suddenly thankful for not being able to swim.

***NSFW ENDING BELOW***

Now it was just... weird. Maybe that wasn't the right word, but it definitely was a weird feeling.

You'd both showered separately, barely saying a word to each other in between that wasn't awkward mumbling... And now you were sleeping in separate beds, faced away from each other, and you were pretty sure that neither of you were actually awake.

It had been like that for hours.

You weren't positive of how he was feeling right now, but you were still on fire. His kisses had burned you in a way that still lingered, even after taking a warm shower to clean the chlorine from your body, and a small cold shower to refresh you and quell the heat you were feeling that was no doubt a product of him.

Because nothing ever seemed to work out in your favor, it obviously hadn't worked.

So there you were, trying and failing to sleep, hyperaware of Spencer sleeping(?) in the bed next to yours, pressing your fingers to your lips and hoping you could recover from this.

You... liked each other, though... You'd both admitted it, mutually agreed that the feelings were there on both sides, and you happily kissed one another. A lot.

So why was this feeling so weird? Why was everything awkward? Maybe it was just a byproduct of your awkwardness and his combining, rather than cancelling each other out and creating a perfect match. Maybe it wouldn't last, because you'd always heard that opposites attracted, and as far as you could tell, you and Spencer Reid were anything but opposite.

The thought made you curl into a ball, all the awkwardness you were feeling suddenly dissolving into a sorrow and worry that had never nagged you like this before. The burning your body had felt before seemed to cool, leaving you numb and hollow.

But then, a beam of light through the clouds.

"Y/N?"

"Y—yeah?" you said back, matching his near-whisper.

"I know we have our own beds, but... I... I was wondering i—if maybe you'd want... to sleep in mine? With me?"

Maybe it was pathetic and desperate, but you didn't answer. You got up from your bed—practically leapt— and met him in a few strides, getting in under the covers and laying down, facing him in the dark your eyes had adjusted to.

He was smiling, half triumphant and half amused at your eagerness. "Can't sleep either?"

"No," you said quietly, still searching what little of his eyes you could see. "I... Truthfully, I think I just missed being close to you."

"Me, too," he whispered, scooting closer.

His hands were tentative in touching you, but you gently gripped his wrist and guided it to your waist, where it firmly rested and brought warmth back into your veins. Even through the fabric of your tee shirt, his touch burned hot, and it was everything you needed.

But it wasn't everything you got.

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, and it burned just as hotly. It made you scoot even closer, until your chests were practically flush and your arms rested firmly around his neck again, making him smile. You felt it against your forehead, and that alone was enough to fully bring you back to life.

You wanted more. Just being close to him wasn't enough anymore. So you stretched a little and found your way to his neck, pressing soft kisses under his jaw. The grip on your waist tightened a little, and it urged you forward, strengthening your kisses and even encouraging you to get in a few licks and bites.

He stuttered your name, and you pulled back, looking at his face. But before you could say anything, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss that could only be described as pure desperation. You sighed against him and purely relented as he pulled you closer. Instinctively your leg lifted and wrapped around his, the tangle of limbs and lips becoming second nature in no time.

Before, when you were kissing in the pool, you were careful to avoid the teeth accidentally clanking together or the accidental tongue slip, afraid of ruining the sweet moment you were sharing, but all caution was thrown to the wind this time. You were both so desperate to be near one another that you welcomed every imperfection. In fact, it's like they weren't even imperfections at all.

At one point, you all but grinded your lower half into him, warmth flooding there, now, too.

And it seemed he was feeling the same...

You could tell he wanted to pull back, to explain himself, but you didn't care. You wanted it just as badly, so you did the only thing that felt natural and shifted, straddling his waist and deepening your kiss.

In no time, he gathered your hair in his hands, sweeping it away from your face and tucking it behind your ear as you slowly moved your hips. The groan he let slip was just about the most delicious sound you'd ever heard, the grandest thing you'd ever felt, and you wanted to hear it again, over and over until your last breath.

And then you felt him grow harder underneath you, and the mere implications of that sent you into a tailspin.

"Y/N," Spencer said softly, and you paused, leaning back a little and combing through his hair with your fingers. It was still damp from the shower.

"Do... Do you not want to?" you asked sweetly. "We don't... we don't have to tonight. O—or at all, if you don't want to."

"Oh, no I do, it's... just that I didn't know if you wanted to. And I don't... have a whole lot of experience with sex, a—and I didn't want to... I don't know, be bad."

With a small laugh, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I'm with you, Spencer Reid. Nothing could ever be bad."

"You're just saying that," he said, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

"I mean it. You make me feel safe, and I... I trust you."

He kissed you then, gently one second and then hungrily the next, and it was all too much to bear. So you grabbed his face and kissed him back, as hard as you could, and he matched your energy by lightly bucking his hips up towards you. The feeling sent a shockwave through you, and even elicited a whine from the back of your throat.

The two of you kept at that for a good five minutes or so before you decided it was, again, all too much. You pulled away from him and sat up, still straddling his hips. And while looking down at him, seeing him breathe as steadily as he could, you brought your hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly yanked it over your head, revealing yourself to him and welcoming the warmth that bloomed through you at his reaction.

His eyes widened and his breathing faltered, and even though it was dim, you could have sworn you'd seen a pink tint paint his cheeks.

"Touch me," you whispered suddenly, the urgency surprising even yourself. Without hesitation, Spencer reached out as far as he could and gripped your bare waist. His thumbs swiped gently up the front of your stomach, and then you leaned down a bit, giving him full access.

The second his hands brushed over your bare chest, you sighed out, small pricks of pleasure beaming through your whole body. Your hands reached down to anchor yourself, landing on his chest and gripping his shirt. He kneaded your breasts first, feeling them out and getting used to how they weighed in his hands, and then he slid them over, brushing the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

You leaned down and kissed him then, gripping his shirt and lifting it until he understood what you were trying to do.

Both of your clothes came off one by one, and by the time you were both fully naked, time seemed to slow. You both marveled at each other, pressed soft kisses to each inch of bare skin, and inevitably prepared for what you both wanted most.

He slipped on a condom, fumbling an explanation of how Morgan gave it to him after the case in LA, and you laughed, promising to give him a piece of your mind later.

And then, you wrapped yourself around him once more. Only, rather than in the pool, he was sitting up in the bed, leaning against the headboard while your arms rested on his shoulders and your legs clung to his waist.

You sunk onto him slowly, gasping out at how full he made you feel. Every millimeter deeper was slowly splitting you from the inside out, and it was... God, it was everything. Especially as he wrapped his arms around your back, making those comforting circles with his thumbs again, and whispering, "I've got you," over and over again.

By the time he was as deep inside you as he could be, you were breathing into his neck, kissing him there and trying to catch your breath. It had been so long since the last time you'd done this, and now that it was happening, and with Spencer of all people, you were overwhelmed in the best way possible.

Once you were ready, you started moving, slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down. Until, eventually, you found a slow, searing rhythm that had you panting against his skin.

A low groan left his throat when you clenched around him, and it spurred you on. With another tight squeeze, you quickened your pace just a little, and everything was starting to build.

"Y/N... Y/N, fuck..."

His words were few and far between, but they were laced with just the right amount of wonderment and desire, sending another swarm of butterflies all throughout your entire body.

"Say it again," you breathed desperately in his ear, gripping his shoulders as you clenched around him again. "Say my name, please..."

And he did. It was the sweetest thing you'd ever heard, better than your favorite song, and the only thing you wanted to hear for the rest of your life. He said it again and again, thrown into a mix of expletives and little whimpers that all meshed together to form your new favorite song.

You reciprocated, whimpering out his name when his hips lifted in time with yours, hitting something deeper within you that sent you flying into your own world.

"Kiss me," he pleaded, his hands pressing so firmly into your back you thought they'd leave handprints.

It was a plea you wouldn't deny even if you were able. You kissed him deeply, gladly welcoming the soft push of his tongue against yours and the little sounds he offered. You returned each and every one of them as your body knotted, that imminent feeling of tension starting to rise within every part of you.

He must have felt it, too, because one of his hands reached over and slid in between your bodies, looking for and then finding your clit. His middle finger made easy circles that brought you closer and closer until you snapped, tightening around him—your arms and your legs included.

You cried out against his mouth, and he breathed a final, "I've got you, baby," that shattered your world as you shattered around him. He fell closely behind, and you relished the feeling of him tensing and twitching inside of you.

As your heartbeats slowed, and your breathing right along with it, you slumped against him, your foreheads resting gently against one another. He kissed you sweetly, and you returned it, feeling yourself become more at ease the longer you stayed there.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, still catching his breath. "Can you move?"

Recalling the moment in the pool earlier, you laughed a little, nudging his nose with yours and promptly answering, "I can. But I don't want to."

With a smile, Spencer hugged you closer and let you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"Then don't."

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