#First and foremost - they can wait to fix the unit

[biancasbow]

Okay it’s been over forty eight hours for an ac work order and my heart rate has been gradually climbing. Time for some words in an email

[brokenpieces-72]

Split

CoD Hybrid AU | Navigation

You have options for what to do next. Communications are still open, you have contacts that can assist you, and you can reach weapons easily enough. The problem is… the problem. The people who raised you, took care of you, and trained you are now trying to kill you and innocent people. There aren’t too many hybrid units that can be easily reached and it’s selfish but if the program found out about this you would be taken back immediately.

“Right now we need to wait this out.” Ghost admits. The problem is, plenty of people could die. There are evacuation and containment measures for when something like this happens but like any emergency, no one is guaranteed safety. Most of the men were likely out if not holed up somewhere.

“What about a flu shot?” You suggest. Ghost and Rudy both look at you, a little confused.

“A flu shot?” Ghost asks.

“It put me out of commission.” You point out.

“Yes, but it took a couple days.” Rudy reminds you.

“But I couldn’t do anything for a while before that. I even tried to shift, but it just made super tired…having a hard time shifting even now.” You mutter the last part. Ghost and Rudy share a look. It could be difficult, and they’d need to get to the flu shots, but it wasn’t a terrible idea. Certainly worth a try. It is concerning that you can’t shift properly but that’s an issue for later.

“Does Hunter have any vaccines?”

“Got a few extras just in case, there’s enough for every soldier on base.” You say.

“Administering them could be tricky.” Rudy mentions.

“I can hold them down if you can deliver.” Ghost tells him. Rudy nods. Ghost turns to you. “You know where the vaccines are?”

“In the medbay.” You say. Shit. That could get complicated.

“Jet injector might be useful. More force to it.” Ghost thinks aloud.

“Those would be in another part of the base.” Rudy says. It’s risky even leaving the room, but staying in one place is not safe either. Right now you three need to get to work before there’s too much bloodshed. Rudy is low on energy, and cadejos could take a while to recharge. Ghost can’t expend his abilities too much without risk, so hiding in shadows has to be limited. You can’t shift which was a bit of an issue, but you’re a quick runner, and you can duck into anywhere.

“Alright, we’ll try to go at this together, but knowing the odds we’ll get separated. Spirit, find the vaccines, as many of them as you can gather. Rudy, jet injectors. I’ll keep an eye on both of you as much as I can.” Ghost says. You get off the desk and stick close to the men’s sides. Thankfully Rudy still had his side arm, but you and ghost don’t have much.

Ghost looks down at you, and worries for a moment. “Y/N?”

You look up at him. “If we get separated, don’t open the door for anyone. Not unless it’s me or Rudy, and you ask us a question only one of us would know. Got it?”

You hesitate but nod. Ghost knows you’re worried about the team first and foremost. You’re scared for Johnny, as is he. König is one of your only friends. He gives your shoulder a light squeeze and you take a deep breath.

You can feel your heart thumping in your chest as the door is slowly opened. Price’s door lets out a soft squeak, something he refused to get fixed for his own purposes. You can hear some noises in the distance that make you want to go back inside the office. You have to steel yourself though. This is a mission, and you’re entering what is essentially a war zone with highly dangerous targets and bogies. Unfortunately you also know that soft squeak of the hinge is a blip on the radar for plenty of your team with enhanced senses.

Rudy is tense, which makes sense. He’s low on energy, and who knows how long he originally had before all hell broke loose in the infirmary. The cadejos would likely need a minute before he could summon them again.

You hear a howl, all of you do. You look back down the hall. Your brother is somewhere nearby, you know it’s him. It couldn’t be anyone else. There’s an odd pull towards it, but Rudy catches your shoulder.

“Mija, don’t.” You look back at him, knowing what he means. Throughout your time here, Soap had been nothing but supportive, and you feel like you could be letting him down. Another howl rings out and Ghost looks back as well. He knows that howl too. You look up at Ghost, wanting nothing more than to see your brother.

“We need to hurry.” He says, and continues moving. Then you hear your name. Soap knows you can hear it, and only you can hear it. It pulls your attention away from the set course. Rudy gives a soft tug to your shoulder, keeping you from taking off.

“Rudy…” you say softly.

“Not a good idea. We stay on target, yeah?” Rudy says. You nod and continue to follow. You hear some more noises. A few are cries, some are squelching and wet, and you can make out a pounding noise, something banging against walls. You realize you’re moving closer to it and stop.

Ghost takes notice as does Rudy.

“What?” Ghost asks.

“I think I hear Konig.”

“I don’t hear anything.” Rudy says.

“It’s near the medbay. Something trying to break out.” You explain.

“You can hear that?” Rudy asks.

“Yeah.” You say looking between the two men. They’re a little red in the face, exchanging looks. “Why do you think I wear headphones at night? Block out you two with you Soap and Alejandro down the halls.”

“Not the time.” Ghost says, not wanting to lose focus. “Let’s focus on findin-“

“Horangi.” You say seeing a familiar haetae approaching. Shit. His eyes are red, and his mouth is drooling. There’s no chuffing only low growls.

“Spirit… you know what to do.” Ghost instructs focusing on the stalking beast as you three step back. Rudy moves into your line of sight and Horangi. Your vision started to go white, as you realize Horangi is trying to hide himself. Ghost would be fine but Rudy? You have to hope Rudy with be okay. You take off without another thought, taking another route to the medbay. There’s growls both canine and feline but you don’t look back.

You turn the corners trying to focus on whatever smells of carnage you can track down.

Fresh scent, raw and meaty but still fresh. You pause for a moment taking time to locate yourself. You’re out of the fog at least. Frying pan and fire though because you’re exposed. Okay ignore the smells, you’ll smell blood and meat regardless of whichever way you go. The sound of banging though. That had to be Konig surely.

“Little rabbit…” you heard, and the hair on the back of your neck rose. It was soft but close. You took only a second to look up and see what was your worst nightmare.

He stood, half shifted, and covered in gore. He wiped his mouth on his arm, smearing the blood even more, approaching you with a hunger in his eyes.

“Johnny…”

“Run rabbit… run run run…”

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in-progress fnaf theory!!! now that ive established fnaf has a space on my blog... :3

prototype freddy.

thats some weird shit right??? well actually no he very well could be perfectly explainable and heres how (in other words i see a lot of confusion over him anddd my brain connected some dots i would like to share!!)

(at the very bottom is tl;dr!!!)

gonna explain the some base info first, but i am assuming some level of understanding of sb and ruin during this however so if ur new to either this might not make sense, sorry :( im gonna ramble a bit so get comfy

princess quest is the canon ending, based on evidence from ruin. this theory is reliant on that

ok so!!!! lets talk about the Vanny option (at the doors, 6am) as choosing this option is mandatory to reach both the vanny ending and the pq ending

when the option is selected everyones least favourite Freddy Gets Trashed cutscene plays, regardless of doing pq or not

yknow...

so!! the damage to him, which is from this scene, happens regardless of vanny ending or pq ending, we just only get to really see it in the vanny ending

heres a good look at that

and now i want you to take a good stare at prototype freddy (especially the arm and torso!!)

the damage is, while a little more extreme (which could easily just be from how much time has passed between sb and ruin) near identical

and his head is missing, which circles back around to the pq ending, in which gregory takes freddys head with him!! small issue- the damage

which is rather clearly completely missing from him in the pq ending. well luckily i can explain this too :3

there are very obviously time gaps in the pq ending cutscene. what we are shown is not *everything* thats happening there. link to a video of the cutscene,,

he leans out the window, takes a look at the staff bots deactivating- and then it cuts to him, standing near the exit, vanessa waiting for him at the door, freddy already in a bag. shit has CLEARLY gone down off screen in that time jump because 1. shes waiting for him and not freaking out, 2. gregory isnt scared shitless of her and freddy trusts her (you cannot convince me freddy would trust her automatically, even if he did at the start of the night. he KNEW that she was vanny,

or at the very least that she was connected with it,

and he still literally instructs gregory on killing her. this is a screenshot from a pq ending playthrough.)

so!! they fixed freddys head

what better way for gregory to trust vanessa than her helping to fix the one consistent friend & safety hes had in that whole place?? besides, at this points its mandatory that hes done the power upgrade plus roxys eyes and either montys or chicas parts, so hes got SOME experience at least, not to mention that repairs seem to be intentionally incredibly simple in design (probably so they dont have to get employees with actual qualifications... lets be honest, makes sense considering the company we're talking about.)

however-- the damage done is something considerably different than before, and doesn't have a built-in routine, which does pose some entirely new challenges, and before he atleast had some direction from hand unit.

so of course, vanessa who is an **actual employee** probably comes in handy here!! especially considering the fact freddy himself would be 'dead' for most of it-- since thats what happens at the end of the vanny ending cutscene, he shuts down

anyways its entirely believable that this kid would want to get his new father figure fixed first and foremost (hes gone out of his way just for freddy before, and vice versa) and that she would want to help him in any way possible after yk, being murderous.. and entirely believable that this would be possible to do. and, it explains the level of trust shown in the cutscene :)

and the course of action with 'ok take his head off', it makes sense the rest of his body wouldn't be salvagable, with it beyond either of their qualifications (since vanessa is a security guard and not a technician) and most importantly, probably impossible for either of them to actually move. and vanessa was literally talking shit to him headless earlier, not to mention gregory having to reattach it- theyre both familar to some degree with the idea of him working without his body connected

tl;dr: prototype freddy isnt another model or some weird shit, its just his leftover corpse lmao couldnt be me

PLEASE please join in the discussion; this theory is NOT foolproof and while i could explain how the prototype mark and present in his chest wouldve gotten there, ive got many reasons why and nothing concrete to say which one of them is accurate!!! (if anyones interested, i can reblog with my current ideas on that ^_^)

[denimbex1986]

'When it was announced that Bonnie Langford's Mel Bush would be returning to Doctor Who in season 14, it was incredibly exciting, but after her recent cameo in Doctor Who's 60th anniversary episodes, it is clear that her character's revival may be even better than viewers had hoped. Doctor Who is a British sci-fi series which first began in 1963. It follows a humanlike extraterrestrial called the Doctor, who can travel through time and space. Most recently, Doctor Who has released three special episodes in honor of the show's 60th anniversary. Ultimately, they revealed plenty about what is to come in season 14.

Although Doctor Who season 14 is not set to premiere until 2024, there is a lot of information already out there on what fans can expect from the new season. First and foremost, the Fifteenth Doctor will be played by Sex Education's Ncuti Gatwa, while his companion, Ruby Sunday, will be portrayed by Millie Gibson. Gatwa's regeneration occurred in the 60th anniversary episode, "The Giggle." Another fact about season 14 is that Mel Bush, a character who appeared on Doctor Who in the 1980s, is making a return. However, the scope of her homecoming was not made clear until the final episode of Doctor Who's 60th anniversary specials.

Wait, Is Mel Returning To Doctor Who As A Recurring Character?!

When Mel's addition to Doctor Who's season 14 cast was first announced, it seemed as though she would just be making a brief cameo appearance in Doctor Who season 14, however, "The Giggle" has insinuated that she could actually be a recurring character in the new season. In the latest Doctor Who episode, "The Giggle," Bonnie Langford made an appearance as Mel Bush, who is apparently now working for UNIT. Her return to Doctor Who was definitely a surprise, but her new role in the series is even more shocking. If Mel is working at UNIT, then she could feasibly continue to show up in Doctor Who indefinitely.

Mel's Doctor Who return comes at a time that is full of important homecomings for Doctor Who cast and crew, and in this way, perhaps it is less surprising. For example, David Tennant and Catherine Tate returned to Doctor Who for the 60th anniversary episodes to play the Fourteenth Doctor and Donna Noble respectively. Additionally, the Doctor Who showrunner label was only recently passed to Russell T. Davies, who notably produced the show from 2005 to 2010. In this way, Doctor Who is doing a lot of reminiscing, and perhaps Mel is just another piece in the puzzle.

Doctor Who Can Finally Do Justice To Mel Following Her Mixed 1980s Run

Mel's Doctor Who return was already great, but if she truly is going to be a recurring character, that is even better. By giving Mel more screen time, Doctor Who can finally fix the problems that made her first appearance on the series controversial. Mel Bush's tenure as the Doctor's companion started off in a strange place because she simply didn't get the introduction that companions usually get. Mel just existed, given to the Doctor without any preamble or flair. Then, Mel's reputation was worsened even further when she was characterized as being overly positive and energetic to an annoying degree.

Ultimately, Mel Bush was certainly not one of Doctor Who's best companions, but Doctor Who season 14 has a chance to change that. Although Mel irritated viewers back in the 1980s, the new season can give her a tamer, more likable personality. There could even be a backstory added that would explain why Mel had such intense energy during her previous season. All in all, Mel's return is a much-needed second chance for her character. She can win the hearts of viewers that she never could many decades ago.

Mel's Return Pays Off Chris Chibnall's Best UNIT Change

A final aspect of Mel's unexpected return is that it makes Chris Chibnall's UNIT change have a big pay-off. When he was still Doctor Who's showrunner, Chris Chibnall made it so that UNIT could employ past companions. At the time, this had little to no consequences, but now, Russell T. Davies has taken advantage of this detail and brought Mel back, not just as a cameo, but as a long-standing character. Ultimately, "The Giggle" and Mel's role in it feels like several Doctor Who puzzle pieces finally fitting into place. Now, audiences will just have to wait and see where Mel Bush's Doctor Who character goes next.'

[cinnaminsvga]

Let the Dead Weep | Jimin

→ summary: jimin falls in love the only way he knows how: catastrophically. your heart ends up as collateral damage.

→ genre: royal guard!jimin, princess!reader, angst → warnings: jimin is cold-hearted but only because he’s afraid, jungkook tries his Best to pick up the pieces, heart ache city babey! → words: 5.6K → a/n: this was commissioned by the wonderful @kookiebunnii​!! thanks again for giving me the freedom to write my own wips (this is admittedly Very old... so old that i almost forgot this existed in my drafts lol) i hope you like it bc this one is prime zee angst propaganda... sorry jimin but i had to do it to ya (again)

The sound of clicking heels is an unusual occurrence at the royal training grounds. Accustomed to the cacophony of grunting men and clashing swords, Prince Jungkook does not immediately notice that something (or rather, someone) is out of place.

“Your defenses are down.” Jungkook thrusts his sword forward, disarming his sparring partner in one smooth motion. Surprised, his partner yelps as his sword clatters to the ground, his now empty hands raised awkwardly in befuddlement. But his shock does not last long, as his previously occupied gaze returns to where it was, his jaw agape as he continues to stare somewhere just outside the courtyard.

When Jungkook turns his head to the source, he finally understands why he had so easily defeated his distracted opponent.

Your bright white summer dress stands out starkly against the dreary autumn scenery, your skirt bunched up to your knees to avoid tripping over yourself. It seems as though the world has gone still from shock, every man in the vicinity holding their breaths at their first glimpse of the princess from up close. Even from where he stands, Jungkook can see the sweat flowing freely from your temples as you rush towards them, your chest heaving as you dash past dozens of starstruck onlookers towards your destination.

You don’t even spare Jungkook a glance when you pass by him, your eyes trained somewhere behind him as though nothing (or rather, no one) else in the courtyard matters. “Jimin!” you call out, nearly collapsing onto the man you had been looking for as you fail to stop your momentum in time. Luckily, the head of the royal guard catches you effortlessly, his hand previously resting on the hilt of his sword jumping up to find its place on your waist to steady you.

Jungkook watches as Jimin’s gaze sweeps through the sea of heads before landing on him. The guard’s posture stiffens, jaw clenching as the two men size each other up. Eventually, Jimin drops his hand from your waist as if he’d been burned, taking an inconspicuous step back to regain some sort of respectable distance.

Jimin clears his throat, his expression as stern as ever. It only takes a single glare from him for the excited whispers to die in a second. “Well? Did I tell you to stop? Take your positions,” he growls. In an instant, the men around Jungkook rise back to action, the sound of metal hitting metal echoing loudly once more.

“Your Highness? Shall we continue?” The boy he had been sparring with speaks out hesitantly, breaking Jungkook’s trance. Jungkook blinks slowly in confusion, before remembering where he was and what he was doing. He takes one last glance at Jimin’s and your retreating forms, only managing to glimpse the trail of your skirt as Jimin quickly drags you away from prying eyes.

“Your Highness?” the boy repeats, more nervously this time. Jungkook fixes a smile on his face before turning to face him, gently patting the young boy on the shoulder with the ease and charisma only a prince could manage.

“Yes, let’s continue. On your guard,” Jungkook warns, poising his sword forward before taking the first strike.

x x x x x

Jimin drags you away to the nearby armory, causing a domino of shields to topple down in his haste to open the door. He shuts it closed, not bothering to find a light as he pulls you deeper into the large shed. Only the small window by the roof sheds any light for them to see, but it’s enough for you to see the barely concealed annoyance set in Jimin’s eyes.

“What the hell were you thinking? That was highly inappropriate for a princess,” he growls, lips downturned in a frown. He might be well-known amongst his men as a stern and unforgiving captain, but he has never been gruff with you. In any other scenario, you might have been shocked at his sudden change of face, but the news that you just heard from your father is still ringing loudly in your ears, distracting you from anything else.

“What am I thinking? I should be asking you that! How is it that despite being the princess of this damn kingdom, I am still the last to know anything around here?” you shriek, ignoring Jimin’s silent pleas for you to quiet down. No, you are done being quiet; if you had to choose a moment to you would throw away all etiquette classes out the window, it would be now.

Jimin heaves a sigh, rubbing his temples. “Your Highness—”

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss, interrupting him. You hold up a finger when he makes a move to argue. “No, you answer my questions, first and foremost. Why did I only find out from my father just now that you volunteered to get stationed at the border?” You can feel your face heating up from the frustration and betrayal you feel; blood rushes up to your head and leaves you feeling dizzy, but you refuse to stop until he budges.

You’re breathing heavily, speaking so quickly that you doubt you’re making any sense right now. “The king requested for volunteers to fill the station guard units over a month ago. We’ve met and seen each other multiple times since then, and yet here we are,” you spit out, jabbing a nail into his chest. He barely budges, only keeping his head lowered. “Huh? Why on earth would you keep this from me? Answer me, Park Jimin!”

Jimin grimaces, his face contorting as if he’s in pain. He does not make a move to reply, only continues to avoid your fierce gaze. But even from where you stand under this dim light, you can tell from his expression that he isn’t guilty—just forlorn. Heartbroken, even.

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly to keep your angry tears at bay, but your voice still cracks when you ask, “Why won’t you say anything?”

Finally, he looks at you. “What else is there to say?” He sounds as defeated as you feel.

And yet, you’re flabbergasted. You’re angry, tired, and hysterical—but above all else, you’re hurt. It feels as though a massive rock has dropped in your stomach, crashing waves against your chest like fire licking at your bones. The heavy feeling that has been weighing on you finally has a name, as you have been fighting to ignore what it was for ages now. Deep down, you know that this is inevitable, but somewhere inside you still resides the six-year-old child entrenched in her happy fairy tales, the same girl who believes that good things will always happen to good people.

You hoped that you would have at least deserved a warning. Preparation before this mirage disappeared forever. But Jimin had always been the type to rip the bandage and muscle through the pain, so you shouldn’t have been surprised at all. You just hoped that the two of you would still have more time.

A naive thing to desire, as Park Jimin was never yours to call your own.

You’re struggling to find the words to speak, anything to convince him to stay, even if you know it is not your place. He can see you grappling for straws, and perhaps it is out of pity or self-preservation, but he does not mention it. He does not say anything about you at all.

Eventually, he speaks. “I am… I have to...” He hesitates for a moment, taking one short glance at you before staring at the door. His hand grips the hilt of his sword tightly, though you know it is not because he itches to wield it, but for his ease of mind. You have learned, after years of growing up with him, that his only comfort comes from his own strength, his own ability to control his fate.

“Unfortunately, I must leave for now, Your Highness. Let us speak about this later before my subordinates begin to wonder.” There is a heaviness in his tone when he says that, like it is disgraceful for you to be seen with him. It reignites the fire in your veins once more, and you reflexively reach out to grab his retreating shoulder before the shed is suddenly bathed in light.

“Princess Y/N? Are you alright?” Prince Jungkook stands by the entrance of the armory, sweaty hair matted to his skin from his morning practice routine. For a moment, you almost hate the way he had sounded so… well-meaning, even though he had done nothing wrong to spite you. In fact, Jeon Jungkook has always been the perfect filial son, someone any royal family would be proud of.

And unfortunately for you, that was quite possibly the only reason you were betrothed to him in the first place.

You see him eye the pair of you curiously, his gaze gradually coming to a stop where your hand still rests against Jimin’s shoulder. You retract it immediately as if burned. You clear your throat, curtsying respectfully to him. “I am fine, Prince Jungkook. I am sorry for the scene I caused. I hope I did not interrupt your daily practice,” you say carefully, folding your hands in front of you.

Jungkook nods silently, his expression giving nothing away. Feeling awkward under his scrutiny, you curtsy to him once more. You shuffle away from Jimin without sparing him another glance, but you feel his gaze trained on your back like a brand. You wait for Jungkook to allow you to pass him before scuttling away, the ends of your dress dragging across the dirt path as you rush back towards the castle.

Stupid of you.

Jimin had been right, like always. News spreads fast within these ancient walls, and the chatterings about your emotional display are sure to reach your father’s ears one way or another. You doubt he’d be surprised by it; it’s no secret that your affections have always lied heavily on the royal guardsman. As long as you kept your secret rendezvous a secret, the King is more than happy to turn a blind eye. A reward, perhaps, for keeping your side of the deal.

Except that side of the deal hadn’t meant to arrive until your older brother had been wed, right after his search for his queen consort had been completed. But Jungkook’s family had been adamant to move things along, most likely due to their desperation to form an alliance with your prominent kingdom. As the seventh son, Jungkook hardly had any use for them in their household other than being goods for barter, and in any other case, you might have felt bad for him.

The guilt feels like a dagger pressing itself against your throat, and yet, you do not have the courage to fight against it. You sigh, defeated, as you stay reclused in your bedroom, waiting for Jimin to join you.

You don’t join your family for lunch that afternoon: a bigger mistake on your part, as it probably incriminates you further. Even worse still, Jungkook and his escorts are guests at the palace, and your absence doesn’t look good for your reputation. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to care that day, only offering weak excuses about a headache to appease them.

To your surprise, Jungkook had vouched for you, according to your handmaiden. When you asked what he said, they said he had mentioned something about your pensiveness from this morning. You scoff, wondering if he must be covering your mistake for the sake of your future together.

The sun makes its way across the horizon and still no signs of Jimin visiting your quarters. You pace your room for so long that you fear leaving the carpet threadbare, your restlessness causing spikes of fear to trickle down your spine. Your entire body tingles with the need to do something, anything. Just to feel as though you still have some control, some sense of sanity.

By your dresser, your untouched violin sits, waiting forlornly for your hands to caress it once more. It is a gift from your mother for your birthday, though you have scarcely used it since then. You have always been talented with the violin, but the need to play it had died down once your days had been occupied with a different type of music—the sort of melodies that you could not pull from strings or brass.

You pluck the violin from its stand, the polished wood still smelling of varnish when you place it by your neck. You begin to play a piece from memory—a song that your tutor had once drilled into your head until your hands could move on their own. Even still, you love the piece with all your heart; the melancholy and longing of the notes resonate deeply within you.

You know that what you are doing is cruel, both to yourself and to him. With your window wide open, you are sure that the wind can carry your music to the royal offices, where Jimin is sure to hear it. Anyone would be able to tell that it is you playing, stringing note after note with hopeless abandon. Just to get a reaction, from anyone. Anything!

So deeply are you immersed in your playing that it takes a moment for you to notice the knocking. Your bow stills mid-way, your breath hitching when the knocking continues. “Just a moment,” you call out, hastily placing your violin back on your dresser before ripping open the door to find—

Prince Jungkook still has his hand poised to knock, not having anticipated you to open your door so quickly. “Oh, pardon me. I am so sorry to intrude on your playing. Have I come at a bad time?”

Your shoulders slacken, and your disappointment could not be more apparent. “Oh.”

Prince Jungkook smiles wryly, not appearing to be offended by your less than enthusiastic greeting. “I know that it is improper of me to ask, but could you invite me into your quarters for a moment? I would like to speak to you, if you would allow it.”

“Why would it be improper? We’re promised to each other anyway,” you reply bitterly, the words coming out before you can think twice.

Jungkook cringes, bowing his head sadly. “I suppose that is a bad thing, isn’t it?”

It is impossible not to feel bad after that, your face flushing deeply with shame. “Not exactly…” You offer an awkward smile to compensate, but you doubt that it reaches your eyes. You step aside, allowing him to enter. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

His long legs allow him to take only two strides to reach the center of your room, his large frame engulfing the space. It almost feels suffocating, being here with him. Your mind unhelpfully compares him to the other only man who has ever entered your room, a man who had a much more lithe figure to the one with you right now.

You notice how he scans your room with sharp eyes, how he locks onto your violin immediately. He moves towards it and makes a motion as if to hold it, and after you give him your permission, he picks it up with reverence, turning it over with meticulous grace. “I was not aware that you were so gifted with musical talent,” he murmurs, plucking the strings experimentally.

You shrug, leaning against your door. “It was never brought up during our dinner conversations.” Not that much was said between the two of you during your meals together, as your father seems more interested in learning about Jungkook’s competency in politics than what his hobbies are.

He nods, absent-minded. He returns the violin to its proper place, his touch featherlike and graceful. He might be a violinist himself, you think. “That piece you were just playing… What was it called?”

A common question. “It’s a traditional song based on one of the kingdom’s myths,” you reply easily.

He nods again. “Why were you playing it?”

A less common question, one that you find more difficult to answer. “It… happened to be the first one I thought of, I suppose.” A half-truth, at the very least.

He hums thoughtfully, turning to you with doleful eyes. “Then I suppose that you must be grieving, are you not? if that is the sort of song that first comes to mind.”

You’re immediately defensive, curling into yourself as you watch him suspiciously. “My father… He told you, didn’t he?”

Even though you do not expound on what you mean, the prince is quick to shake his head in denial. “Nothing my eyes have not already seen.”

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, hackles rising as you size him up. “What do you want from me then? A confession? For me to go on my knees and ask for forgiveness?” you spit.

He stares at you, astonished. “Who am I to dole out absolution when I am but only a man?”

“So does that mean you have committed the same mistakes that I have? I find that hard to believe,” you scoff, lowering your guard in your annoyance. He’s only been in your room for a few minutes and already you tire of his company; you wonder how you’ll manage to keep your sanity while spending your life with him.

But in truth, even if he hadn’t irritated you, even if he was the nicest man in the world, he would never compare to the man you have already laid your heart with.

He shakes his head once more, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “Not quite, but I do understand what you’re going through. Somewhat.”

Somewhat, he says. The more you observe him, the more you realize how young he is. Not just in the way he appears, but also in the way he talks and moves, almost like the stars trapped in his eyes have yet to escape. You can imagine him falling for one of the servant girls back in his own palace, secretly swapping lovelorn gazes across polished halls. Unlike you, he must not have acted on his greed, knowing the extent of his responsibility to his house and kingdom.

Unlike you, he does not bear a cruel bone in his body, as he would never subject that poor girl to the sort of heartbreak that only a clandestine relationship could offer.

“I want to make myself clear to you, my princess. I did not come here to accuse you of anything. I came here because I wanted to make myself clear with you,” he says. You raise a brow, urging him to continue.

“I am not asking you to fall in love with me,” he says plainly. It surprises you greatly, to hear him speak so candidly. Ever the perfect politician, he’d only ever spoken with care and precision, always anticipating the other party’s reaction. You have spoken with enough visiting royals to know that he is well-versed in that sort of language, so to hear him speak so brazenly is almost refreshing.

“I wouldn’t have offered, regardless,” you respond, smirking sardonically. He laughs at that, and you can hear the honesty in his laughter, too.

“Fair. But for the sake of the people who put their faith in us, I would suggest,” he pauses, licking his lips as he mulls over his next words, “that we might be sincere with one another. Just so our union may not perish… prematurely.”

You don’t respond, scanning him for any ill intent. As a princess from an illustrious kingdom, you have needed to stave off numerous lords and princes from taking your hand for their own wicked gain. However, none of your previous suitors were like Prince Jungkook, who genuinely seemed to care greatly for his people, as seen by how kindly he has treated his entourage of helpers.

He waits for you to say something, but eventually, he continues, “Princess Y/N, it would be the greatest honor if you would allow me to know you better. I seek nothing more than your companionship.” He blushes slightly, coughing into his fists. “W-well, not that you owe me that, as we could very well live separately for the rest of our lives, but... Umm… That came out a little more awkward than I intended, but I hope you get the gist.”

You realize, then, that he desires to live peacefully with you—guilelessly and unselfishly. Perhaps he is doing this for his parents (highly likely), or perhaps he has no other choice (extremely likely). But the fact remains that in front of you stands a good man with a simple wish: to become friends with you, if not at least become amicable with one another.

“Then I suppose you want to know more about me? About my story?” you ask sarcastically. “Want to know why the eldest daughter of the king is off frolicking with the captain of his guard?”

Jungkook snorts, an easy smile on his lips. “Well, you could tell me that, but I was thinking more along the lines of ‘when did you learn to play the violin?’ and other neutral information. You know, like how normal people converse.”

It takes you a moment to realize that he had been making fun of you. “Hey, watch it, princeling. You’re not in the clear just yet,” you huff, but there is no bite to your bark. You can tell that he knows this, from the way his tense figure has relaxed tremendously in this short amount of time. You notice your own tension fading away too, if only infinitesimally.

“I can start if you want,” he hums, tapping a finger on his chin as he thinks. “Well, I have always wanted to tell you this, but you might think I might be buttering your ass if I did, pardon the language—”

You laugh loudly, baffled by his seemingly out-of-nowhere casual demeanor. In your bedroom, with his shoulders slackened and hair still disheveled from his morning practice, he looks nothing like the perfect prince you had boxed him in as. “Pardoned,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“—but I’ve always found your tenacity to be admirable. Your dedication to your people, evidenced by your tireless work to make their lives better, has always struck me as inspirational. Pardon the cliché, but you really aren’t like other girls,” he says.

You wave off his compliments. “By the sounds of it, you must have this line practiced to perfection. Don’t tell me this is what you say to the other princesses when you confess to them.”

He flushes darkly, stuttering at your brash comment. The sight makes you snort, only worsening his embarrassment. “I have, um, never confessed to anyone before…”

“I find that hard to believe. Sure, you might not be like me—” you say drily. You haven’t sentenced your own life to heartache and misfortune, is what you mean to say. The pang in your chest comes back with a vengeance, but you carry on. “—but I would imagine that you’ve had to sweet talk many princesses before me. I was not your parents’ first choice, was I?”

“Indeed,” he admits awkwardly. “But I am not completely powerless. My father had allowed me some freedom when choosing a bride, and I…” he trails off, swallowing nervously. He gestures to you vaguely, unwilling to keep eye contact as he does.

You gape at him, pointing to yourself. “You… You chose me? Why?”

“It’s exactly as I said,” he shrugs. “I read about the things you’ve done, and I was drawn to you. It seems that my freedom has indirectly caused your misery, however…” he says ashamedly.

Guilt coils up you for the umpteenth time that day, except now it is directed at the boy in front of you. Foolish of you to think that your actions only affected you and your lover. Foolish of you to believe that your actions don’t have consequences bigger than you might have imagined.

“It… is not your fault,” you grit out, though it pains you to say. Not because it is a lie, but rather, it is a painful truth: a pill you have finally been forced to swallow. “My recklessness has caused more wreckage than I would have imagined.”

“I must admit that I have always been in love with the concept of love,” he says. He scratches the back of his neck, shyly turning away from you. “I believe that while love comes in all different shapes and sizes, it is certainly never supposed to be cruel. It is never selfish or… painful.”

Your eyes narrow, fully understanding his implications. “Then you must be as naive as you appear,” you snarl. You step away from the doorway, making your way towards the prince until your chests were merely a breath apart. However, he doesn’t back away like you thought he would. He stands his ground, looking at you through his long lashes.

“You wouldn’t understand. Have you ever loved someone so deeply that even the thought of being apart wounds you? Have you ever stayed awake at night, listening carefully to the sound of your own beating heart, aching for someone you cannot have? It is an ache, Jungkook, that cannot be salved with pretty words and sentiments. It is not a choice,” you finish, vision growing blurry with unshed tears. But you refuse to let them fall, not for a boy who didn’t know better.

His gaze is level with your own, his breathing steady. His eyes look dark to you, no longer sparkling like they once did. But before you can blink, the darkness is gone, replaced with his carefully crafted neutrality. The princely politician makes his return, except he’s a little sadder. Disappointed, even. “No, I have not experienced any of that. I cannot say for certain what is true, but I have always thought that love should be gentle and kind. Something to be enjoyed, and not a cause of strife.”

He steps away from you, his footsteps light as he makes his way to the door. When he twists the doorknob, he stills for a moment. “It was nice speaking to you, Y/N. Don’t… keep hurting yourself, okay? A lot of people care for you, even if they don’t say it. Even if it doesn’t seem that way.”

You bark out a laugh, but it sounds watered down to your ears. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me already.”

He smiles at you, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs before bidding you farewell.

You’re left alone again, and your room feels significantly more hollow. Your entire body is vibrating, filled with an unidentifiable feeling swirling in your chest like a hurricane. Was it anger? Frustration? Hopelessness? Guilt? Perhaps an ungodly concoction of all four?

You feel nauseous, almost falling over from the strength of it. Everything about today has caused you to lose your hold on your sanity, the urge to scream in anguish becoming more unbearable by the second.

Love should be gentle and kind, he said. Despite how sweet his intentions, his words still feel like poison. How dare he say that to you, when he knows that you wish it was true?

You grab your violin by the neck, your violent grip causing the wood to creak. Your hands shake, tears freely falling into the sea of your self-pity.

You drag your bow harshly against the strings, striking a sound louder than your own frustrated cry. A few of the hairs snap, but you continue, playing like a madwoman possessed. The music is frantic, agonizing—goosebumps trail your skin unprompted. Your pain overflows until even the dead can hear you weep.

Your violin almost drowns out the sound of another knock at your door. “Go away,” you growl, playing more fiercely. The violin groans, as if in pain. “If you’ve come back to lecture me about love again—”

“Your Highness,” a softer voice responds. It’s not Jungkook like you had thought. “It’s Jimin.”

Even if he had not announced himself, you would have known just by his footsteps. You freeze, your heart beating wildly out of your chest. You swipe a hand across your cheek in a futile attempt to hide away the evidence. Even without a mirror, you know that your eyes are puffy and bloodshot.

He enters without your prompting: comfortable enough to invade your space as if he had not torn your heart to pieces just hours ago. His gaze immediately goes to your face, a staggered breath leaving his lungs when he sees your hollow expression. But that moment of weakness disappears in an instant, the same stoic captain from this morning reappearing right in front of you.

“Had you been expecting someone else?” he asks in place of a greeting. There is an edge to his tone, you notice. If you didn’t know better, you might have missed it. Jealousy. How dare he.

You squint at him, but you say nothing. The air is icy with tension, enough to freeze hell twice over.

He clears his throat. “I’ve come to apologize, your Highness. It was out of line for a royal guard such as myself to drag you so brusquely like that. It will not happen again,” he murmurs.

You can hear the hidden meaning buried in his words. It won’t happen again, because I won’t be here to do it.

“Is that all you have to say?” you whisper. You place your violin down carefully, but your vision is already turning blurry once more. You won’t cry in front of him. You refuse to be the only one hurt from this.

He sighs, as if worn by your childish antics. “Y/N, you don’t understand—”

When he calls you by your name, the fraying string inside of you snaps. “Save it,” you seethe. “You’re a coward, that’s what you are. There isn’t anything to understand.”

“No, you should understand,” Jimin steps forward, grabbing you by the shoulders. He shakes you, desperation hanging off every inch of his frame. “As a princess, you should know what it means to serve the people. You should know more than anyone about the oaths I made to this kingdom. You should be proud of me!”

His increasing volume only encourages you to match him, your throat nearly getting torn in two from how loudly you shout. “Cut the patriotic act! Do you think I’ve forgotten all the whispers you’ve planted in my head? About how you wished more than anything to work with your brothers as performers, how you wished you hadn’t been the breadwinner of your family just so you wouldn’t have to sell your strength to my father?”

“I was naive. I should have known it was my responsibility,” he counters.

“Then what about all the promises you made to me during our nights together? You swore to love me forever under starry nights and disheveled sheets. You said you’d run away with me, just so I wouldn’t have to marry anyone else!”

Jimin grits his teeth. “Meer words of comfort. The babblings of a child.”

You shove him away, your skin burning from where he touched you. “Then actions must speak louder than words, correct? You cannot hide from me when your lovemaking spoke volumes. ”

For once, it seems Park Jimin is at a loss for words. He clenches his fists by his side, looking utterly defeated. “Y/N… You know that it’s the right thing to do.”

“I don’t,” you mumble, lips trembling. “I really don’t.”

“Even so,” Jimin says. He lifts a finger, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. “It is better that I make the choice than you.”

Better that he breaks your heart than you. “We… we could’ve found another way,” you croak, helpless.

Jimin only smiles sadly. “The prince… He is a good man. I have been watching him these past few weeks and I know that he will—” his voice catches, and he has to pause for a moment to regain his composure. “He will make a good match for you. It would be wrong for us to…”

It pains you to admit it, but he’s right. Jungkook doesn’t deserve your infidelity. And yet, even if Jimin were to leave, would you ever be wholly Jungkook’s anyway? What would be the difference, if your heart will continue to yearn for another man regardless?

“Tell me this, then. For once, spare me from your half-truths. Drive the final nail into my coffin so that I know that you are truly certain.” You force him to look you directly in the eye, his pupils shaking as he takes you in for what might be his last time. It is almost as if time had stopped, and only the two of you existed in this space. This bedroom that you called your haven, the place where you had fallen in love—the place that will witness your first heartache.

“If our lives could have been different, would you have loved me then?”

Jimin has never looked so weary, so different from the boisterous boy you had met all those years ago. “I’m sure… that I would’ve done what was best. For the greater good.”

“And does that greater good include us? How do we fit in that equation?”

But he only steps away, his hand still outstretched as if to hold you. Then, he slowly tucks it behind him, his posture straightening the way a guard should. “I think you already know the answer to that,” he says, the note of finality ringing loud and clear.

He pries open the door, hesitating only for one more moment before chancing one last glance at you. “Tomorrow… I leave with my men. I would appreciate it if you don’t come.”

The door closes, and your question remains unanswered.

Just like him, the empty silence of your room refuses to respond, no matter how many times you ask.

Because in the sanctity of your bedroom, no promises ever did hold. The Park Jimin you loved was never real in the first place, and no matter how much you slam your fists and stomp your feet, he’s never going to love you the way you want him to.

And there you stand, all by your lonesome, without the prying gazes of those who expect better of you. Gruesomely, and painfully you.

[shyvioletcat]

Please please fix it I can’t handle this please love the writing btw 😭

Hehe... so turns I needed to turn it into 3 parts.

Part 1 here

~~~~~

Rowan stuck to his guns and moved out. It didn't take the two of them long to figure out that a baby didn’t actually change anything or magically fix the gaping divide between them. All it did was make it all more complicated. He didn’t know where he stood in those early weeks, wasn’t sure if he should be checking in as much as he did, but he still cared for Aelin and wanted to make sure she was doing okay. Another thing he insisted on was that he go to all the appointments, something Aelin didn’t fight him about. She told him that this was half his baby after all. 

Today was their first ultrasound scan, the first time either of them would see the baby. After this they would tell everyone about the baby. So far the only people who knew were Lorcan and Elide, the people they had vented to these first three months. They were the only two of their friends that they could count on not to get overly emotionally involved in the whole fiasco. 

The silence was painfully awkward as they waited together, an empty seat between them.

“How’s the morning sickness?” Rowan asked.

Aelin shrugged. “Hasn’t been too bad. I can eat a fair bit now.”

“That’s good,” Rowan said.

“Mm-hmm, great,” Aelin murmured.

That was all their conversation was until the ultrasound technician called them in. Rowan followed Aelin in and sat in the corner as the technician talked to her. He barely heard a thing and just waited for the image to come on the screen. When it did and the technician pointed out the little human form something in Rowan’s chest ached at the sight of it. A quick look at Aelin showed her wiping away tears. 

Before he knew it the appointment was over and they were walking towards the front entrance of the hospital. 

“So, I’ll let you know when I’ve booked my next appointment with the doctor,” Aelin said.

“Sounds good,” Rowan said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Hey, I’ve got some time before my lunch break ends. Want to grab something from the cafeteria?”

Aelin sighed. “I haven’t thrown up today, and I really don’t plan to lose my stomach on that questionable food.”

“That’s fair,” Rowan said.

“Bye then,” Aelin said and didn’t wait for her answer before she walked away. Rowan just watched her go.

By the next appointment Aelin had announced the pregnancy to just about everyone and hesitant congratulations had come in from their friends and family. No one knew what to do besides be happy that there was a baby coming into the world. This appointment was just a doctor’s appointment, and everything looked like it was going fine. Rowan walked Aelin to her car, even went as far to open her door for her. She rolled her eyes but she didn’t seem pissed.

“Your announcement was cute,” Rowan said referring to the photo she had taken with the ultrasound picture with a bib and dummy placed around it for decoration.

“Thanks,” Aelin said, ducking into the car. “I was aiming for cute.”

“Will you let me know if there is anything I can do, for like the nursery or whatever,” Rowan offered.

“I think it's a bit early for that,” Aelin said.

Rowan nodded and shut her door.

As time went on their after appointment chats got more civil, Aelin smiled more and started joking with him. Today they were finding the gender of the baby and Aelin was practically thrumming with excitement. 

“Boy or girl?” She asked him.

“Are you asking me my preference?” Rowan said.

Aelin shook her head. “No, which one do you think it is?”

“Oh, um…” Rowan thought for a second. “I think girl.”

“Really? Me too,” Aelin said, her knee bouncing. “Aedion thinks a boy. He’s so confident in it that I’m hoping we’re right so I can see his face when I tell him he’s wrong.”

Rowan chuckled at that and Aelin grinned. The technician called them in and Rowan stood and offered Aelin his hand to help her up. She looked at it for a moment before she took it, he may have led on a little longer than necessary — his thumb brushing over her knuckles. 

Again Rowan sat in the corner waiting. This time it felt like an eternity for the image to come on the screen, but then there it was. Their baby. When the technician asked if they wanted to know the gender the words were barely out of their mouth before Aelin said yes. 

Rowan waited on bated breath for the answer. 

“It’s a girl.”

“I knew it!” Aelin said, looking at him with a beaming smile on her face.

Aelin didn’t stop smiling even as they left the examination room, almost skipping down the hallways, a hand on her growing bump. They stopped again at the main entrance of the hospital and they both lingered.

“Did you have time today, for lunch?” Aelin asked.

Rowan was beyond surprised at her question, and he didn’t know what to say for a moment. “Yeah, I do.” 

~~~~~

Aelin had too much on her mind. First and foremost was the case she was trying to close, then there was the fact her heartburn felt as though it was ready to murder her. Thirdly there was whatever was going on between her and Rowan. It was a distraction she did not need right now. They were friendlier, most definitely. But in the long run that didn’t really mean anything if they couldn’t work things out. They were still a long way from fixing anything.

That was a conversation Aelin had vehemently avoided, claiming work and pregnancy made thinking about all that too stressful. She wasn’t wrong, but she could see the disappointment in Rowan’s eyes every time she brushed away the conversation. Since they had lunch after her 20 week ultrasound almost two months ago, they had been spending more time together, usually after her appointments. So things were better, but functional? Not really.

Aelin gathered what she needed for the courtroom, this would be her last hurrah before maternity leave and she was determined to win. She wasn’t going to let the fact that she had to send Elide out to get her a new blouse put a damper on things either. The one she had planned to wear had become too small and left gaping holes across her chest, so she had slipped a t-shirt over her skirt until she had a blouse that fit.

There was a knock on the door and Elide stuck her head in. “You ready?”

Aelin nodded and picked up her things. When she stood, the room seemed to spin a little, she stupidly had skipped lunch, so grabbed a handful of nuts to eat along the way. She could eat lunch after. 

The trial passed in a blur and now it was time for closing arguments. Aelin kept going over what she needed to say. She had this in the bag, she knew this case inside out all she had to do was be her dynamic and confident self and she could win this. Throughout the trail she felt dizzy, but she kept it together, but it was shortness of breath that was harder to overlook. All she had to do was ignore the concerned looks Elide was sending her way and close the case and it was done. 

This time when Aelin stood the room spun enough that she had to lean on the table in front of her to keep herself upright. She had to do this, her client was depending on her. Aelin started her speech, stepping out from behind the desk, but she didn’t get far before she needed it for support again.

“Aelin,” Elide whispered but Aelin just shook her head. She could do this.

Aelin walked away from the desk addressing the jury. But the edges of her vision were going dark and blurry and the pain in her chest was enough that a pained sound left her lips. Elide was beside her within moments, catching her as her legs gave out.

Panic set in as Aelin realised something was wrong, very wrong.

~~~~~

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[tibalt-the-fineblooded]

Battle Ground Spoilers

Ok. It’s been about a day since I finished the latest Dresden Files book and I think I’ve managed to process everything. And there’s a lot to go over.

First and foremost, it was the second half of a story. I understand why Peace Talks and Battle Ground were split, there was too much for a single book. That doesn’t mean there isn’t any fat that could have been chewed off, but that’s for later.

The book is revolving around Harry. Literally. That’s the series, Harry and his issues. But this book is his biggest failings and loses all stacked together in a horrible mess that he couldn’t fix. What happened in this story, between PT and BG, is worse on Harry than when he ended the Red Court and killed Susan. But it also gives a new light on some other major characters as well.

So much happened for Harry. So much. But what happened to him was fall out from what happened to everyone around him. He got a Banner, a Banner of Will that unites people under a cause. That’s amazing. And then the worst thing that could have happened with a power like that happened. He felt the people following him die. He felt what caused their deaths. Hundreds of people died with him feeling how they died. That’s going to leave psychic scars of the likes he’s never seen before. And it made him think about what it’s like to be a Ruler. To be a Queen. That what he felt is very likely what Mab feels. That’s huge.

-Thomas is the next best thing to 6 feet under. And Harry has hardly mentioned it. Aside from not mentioning it, he’s barely thought about it. This is nothing new from Harry. Thomas is family, but so is Ebenezer. Which makes the fall out between the Harry and his grandfather worse. BUT Harry also doesn’t really have this in the forefront of his mind. He’s got a city to save and his last two relatives are pulling away rapidly and maybe forever. He’s not thinking about it for the same reason he avoided Thomas when he came back from his little trip to the Other Side in Ghost Story. He’s avoiding facing the truth. Thomas is very likely going to die and Ebenezer wants him dead. The trauma that’s followed him since the day his dad died is right there, knocking on the door, waiting to be let in. It’s also only been a few hours. Hopefully we’ll see how Harry deals with this is the next book, like how the Alphas told him off for spending nearly a year in isolation after Susan skipped town.

-Waldo Butters shone like a star. He was front and center, like the day he rode Sue the T-Rex. The newest Knight of the Cross played a huge part as the symbol of Faith. Because that’s what he is when he wields that broken hilt, the symbol of Faith. Sanya is the symbol of Hope. Michael was the symbol of Love. But Faith was the important factor here. Because Butter’s shouldn’t have been able to keep up with Harry or Sanya with the training he’s had. But then again, Murphy shouldn’t have been able to keep up during the battle with the Red’s. The Sword’s and the Lord have a way of putting the Knights where they need to be and when, but they are mortal men with mortal body’s fighting monsters. They need help, and their Faith, Hope and Love grant them this. So long as the cause is Just, the Sword will not waver, and neither shall it’s weilder. The Knights have to be able to keep up if they are to be where they are needed, especially when they need to be in arms reach of the Winter Knight.

-Marcone is the host to a fallen angel. Huge twist. Huge insane twist. How long has it been since he took up the coin? Nic has made it apparent that he could tell who had members of the Fallen inside their heads, even when Lash wasn’t in Harry’s head he probably sensed Bonea instead. So was it after Skin Games? Before? When????? But damned if the reveal wasn’t amazing. Was this the best of ideas for Marcone? Who knows. He refused to work for Nic and found, seemingly like Harry had with Lasciel, a Fallen with its own plans.

-Murphy. Died. She killed a fire giant. With a BAZOOKA. And then Rudolph the shit stained sack of useless meat shot her in the neck. He refused to see what the world really was. And. He. Shot. Karrin. In. The. Neck. I don’t care that he’s a coward and that he panicked and fired the shot. I care about that fact that Karrin Murphy deserves better. I care about the fact that Butters and Sanya shouldn’t have been there. Harry SHOULD have been allowed to kill Rudolph. But Jim Butcher killed Karrin Murphy with a bullet from the gun of a character the entire fandom has HATED since day one. Rudolph deserves nothing but the worst fate possible and I will be FURIOUS if he survives to the end of the series. Murphy deserves better. She should have lived and gotten to watch Harry beat Ethniu. Lived to help raise Maggie. Karrin Murphy died halfway through the book when she should have lived.

-Harry got kicked out of the White Council. Big shock. Honestly surprised it took this long. I was confused as to why he even wanted back in after Ghost Story. They weren’t a layer of protect for him. They never had been and never would be. Being the Winter Knight is more of a safety net that the Council for Harry. Harry has done nothing but his best for the Council and they don’t care. They fear him. They fear the Starborn, whatever that title means. “Vague immunity from the influence of Outsiders.” Drakul, Harry and Listen. That’s 3. It feels like it’s some weird “Planets are aligned” bullshit that should be easy to predict. Why isn’t the Council just, I don’t know, only having children that are Starborn? They seem like the sort of shit bags that wouldn’t blink at that. It seems plausible that the higher ups know exactly how to make a Starborn and have the knowledge to mass produce them. But no. We still don’t know what it entails. And Harry’s in the dark and an outlaw. Carlos is just another member now. Harry hasn’t been able to properly talk to him for years it seems because they have acted like friends in a while. Hell it even seems like Carlos was willing and wanting to just dump evidence against Harry. Given Carlos’ comment on the Law, it now makes sense as to why the Council has had so much trouble with necromancers. They probably still think of zombies as humans, if the troops the Fomor used counted enough as human to be used against Harry. The White Council can choke and die on its hypocrisy. It doesn’t matter that Harry sits at the table full of monsters. He’s always put the lives of the innocent before his own and the Council doesn’t give a shit about any of the good he did for them. The White Council will collapse and the Black Council won’t break a sweat doing it.

Justine is possessed by He Who Walks Beside. She’s been possessed for years. Ever since Thomas almost ate her soul to heal himself from the brink of death. It’s been blackmailing Thomas for years and this push was to break a foundation of Something. To crack a cog in the wheels of fate or fray the red string of destiny. Who knows. We don’t.

That’s all I got. Did I enjoy the book? Hell yeah. But I’m still passed as hell.

[salvatoreschool]

5 Reasons You Should Be Watching Legacies

October is, just objectively, the best month of the year. Exhibit A: Golden autumn leaves. Exhibit B: All things apple. Exhibit C: This gif. Exhibit D: Witches. Like, it’s just science.

Around these parts, though, the best best thing about October is, of course, the television. Yes, I’m talking spooky, kooky Halloween specials—love a good Halloween special—but also I’m talking fall premieres. Specifically, I’m talking The CW’s fall premieres, which have been landing in mid-October (later than most other broadcast networks) since at least the first season of Arrow.

This fall, the teen-skewing network’s biggest draws are, arguably, the series debuts of Batwoman (October 6th) and Nancy Drew (October 9th), and the final season bows of Arrow (October 15th) and Supernatural (October 10th). But while I’m professionally interested in seeing how all those premieres play out, the CW joint I’m most personally invested in getting back on my screen (also October 10th!) is Julie Plec’s supernatural boarding school double-spin-off teen drama series, Legacies.

Friends—you should be watching Legacies. I know there’s a lot of television out there, but really and truly, if you like television that likes being television (more on that in a minute), Legacies is absolutely worth tuning in to. Why? Well, let me just count the reasons:

1. You don’t have to do any television homework to join the fun.

Yes, TECHNICALLY Legacies is a hybrid spin-off of two different long-running Julie Plec series, The Vampire Diaries (eight seasons) and The Originals (five), and sure, technically it was in those series that the mythology driving the character arcs/motivations of Legacies’ most central leads, Hope Mikaelson (Danielle Rose Russell) and Alaric Saltzman (Matthew Davis), was developed. After spending a cumulative thirteen seasons not just telling stories on television, but telling stories on television from this specific world, Plec’s ability to set efficient narrative groundwork under fast-moving vampire feet is nothing if not masterful. Genuinely, aside from a few single-episode cameos of side characters from Hope and Alaric’s TVD/Originals past, the only thing you need to watch to make sense of Legacies is this official promo for the first season:

…and honestly, most of that soliloquy, plus much more, is folded into the cold open of the series premiere, “This is the Part Where You Run,” which uses new lead Landon Kirby (Aria Shahghasemi) as audience avatar as he gets introduced to this particular supernatural world for the first time.

2. Two words: Julie. Plec.

That said, if you are familiar with Legacies’ double, er, legacy, you’ll get a kick out of how precisely Plec has taken her signature whip-fast storytelling and fitted it to a breezier, more “teen” setting, and how deftly she manages to weave in both key characters and core emotional beats from both her previous series.

The most obvious example of all of this is Matthew Davis’ Alaric Saltzman, who became such a fan favorite during his time as vengeful-vampire-hunter-turned-loyal-teen-vampire guardian-turned-rogue-vampire’s-best-friend on The Vampire Diaries that not only did Plec resurrect him from the (very truly) dead to keep Damon Salvatore (Ian Somerhalder) on the straight and narrow, but she then brought him on as co-lead of this series to do the same for every supernatural teen in the contiguous United States. Now, as both father to a pair of Gemini twin witches (Kaylee Bryant and Jenny Boyd) and mentor/father-figure to Hope, the teen witch-vampire-werewolf tribrid with a hero complex, Alaric gets to flex all the emotional muscles TVD fans know and love. Plus, as the Salvatore School’s headmaster, he also gets to take charge of the dramatic supernatural research and heroic (and/or chaotic) supernatural missions that are key to a Plec series’ fast-paced success. Beyond all of that, though, in positioning him as the central human adult foil to a whole pile of supernatural teen protagonists, Plec has also found a way to let him be funny, bringing a uniquely fun dynamic to the fast-moving monster drama of the TVD universe that hasn’t always gotten such pride of place.

In other words: Julie Plec, still running wild supernatural stories turned up way past 11.

3. Three words: Supernatural. Boarding. School.

One more time, in case that didn’t sink it: Supernatural. Boarding. School.

I really shouldn’t have to elaborate on this, but Legacies is set at the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted, which is the school for young witches, werewolves, vampires, and Hope that was funded by Hope’s (dead) dad and is located at/on the Salvatore family’s Virginia estate, just outside Mystic Falls. All the moody opulence of Damon and Stefan’s TVD homebase, all the zingy, angsty tropes of great Teen TV.

More than just being a fun setting, though, the Salvatore School gives Legacies a chance to sprawl out and complicate the consequences of being a teenager consigned to eternity as part of the supernatural world. These consequences are still very real and very serious in Legacies, but while The Vampire Diaries mined dramatic tension from supernatural teens (or at least vampires who looked superficially like teens) living in dangerous proximity to human teens, its kid sibling series looks inside for its tension. The teens at the story’s core need, first and foremost, to find a way to come to terms with their own inhumanity, and what it means to be good as they define it. And honestly, after so many years of TVD stories focused on the former, spending time with a bunch of super compelling, super different supernatural kids working through the latter is just a treat.

4. A diverse cast and diverse stories

This leads directly into a key update to the TVD legacy: With such a sprawling cast of teen characters brought to the Salvatore School from all walks of life and corners of the country, Legacies gets to improve on one of the original series’ greatest weaknesses: A lack of diversity. While both Alaric and the three central female characters of Legacies—all carried over from the previous series—are still white, the characters that round out the rest of the new series’ core cast are not. On the adult side, Alaric is joined by faculty members Dorian Williams (Demetrius Bridges) and Emma Tig (Karen David), while on the teen side, Hope, Josie and Lizzie are joined by softie vampire MG (Quincy Fouse), activist vampire Kaleb (Chris Lee), reluctant alpha werewolf Rafael (Peyton “Alex” Smith), ex-alpha werewolf Jed (Ben Levin), bad girl with Penelope (Lulu Antariksa), and the audience avatar/mystery box supernatural mentioned above, Landon Kirby (Aria Shahghasemi). Nor is racial diversity the only benchmark hit with this large cast. In terms of queer representation, Josie is bi, with Penelope her ex/possible future girlfriend; in terms of class representation, Rafael and Landon are foster brothers who both have dark histories with the system.

Importantly, none of these measures of diversity are included just for show. Each character’s identity and background are as key to who they are within the heightened emotional context of the boarding school as their individual supernatural abilities. Kaleb’s experience as a young black man (and vampire) is markedly different from MG’s, which is markedly different from Dorian’s (who, to be fair, is also not a vampire). Josie and Penelope’s relationship is informed by their strengths (and weaknesses) as witches, and further informs how they each approach solving problems both social and magical. Landon and Rafael’s history, as thrown away kids whose only shelter was each other, drives every decision they make. That diverse identities should inform characters in these ways isn’t a surprise; that Legacies is embracing them all now after so many seasons of its parent series falling short is, if not surprising, then at least worth taking note of.

5. Finally: Legacies totally knows it’s a TV show.

This seems self-evident, but as pop culture critic Grace Robertson so sharply observed earlier this year in her essay “Let TV Be TV” (like, literally; the heading above is a direct quote), the best trick Legacies pulls isn’t even a trick. It’s just being good at being entertaining, episodic television.

In an era where a TV show can be anything from thirteen thirty-minute episodes (pick literally any prestige comedy) to dozens upon dozens of bite-sized Facebook posts (SKAM Austin) to an 18-hour art film (Twin Peaks: The Return), defining just what counts as television is practically a professional sport. Well, it’s a sport Legacies isn’t interested in playing. With both its new-to-the-TVD-verse Monster of the Week mode of storytelling and the Salvatore School as its comfortable, “fixed point” setting, Plec is even better at framing episodic stories than she was in her already rollicking previous series. In a television landscape so full of cinematic innovation, the freedom this old school “status quo” television model gives Legacies is, as Robertson notes, a huge relief.

So, yes: Legacies knows it’s a TV show, and it knows it’s a fun one. With the short first season currently streaming on Netflix, there is literally no better time to jump on the Legacies bandwagon than now. And I know it’s one I can’t wait to have back in my weekly rotation. All hail October.

Legacies Season Two premieres Thursday, October 10th on The CW.

[confessionsfromachristian]

As a millennial myself, I’m not particularly surprised by this.

Organized religion increasingly feels hollow and insincere in a world where religious leaders play politics both within and without the church, literally everything important turns into another power struggle, and no one seems interested in discussing the important questions.

Pretty much every public religious figure treats their religious text of choice as if they, and they alone, definitely have it all figured out. And if their interpretation (which is definitely, 100% correct, mind you) happens to benefit their interests at the expense of other people, then that’s fine, because it’s religion and therefore it’s good. Televangelists are what most people see of organized religion, and frankly most televangelists seem to be interested first and foremost in what you and God can do for them.

Which isn’t what religion is supposed to be, or what it has to be, but it’s often what it looks like in the here and now.

On a personal level, organized religion is designed astonishingly well to break faithful hearts. If I didn’t have someone to pull me back into church (someone whom I care about deeply, and want to support), I probably wouldn’t ever attend church, between the heartache religion has inflicted on me on a personal level and the disgust I get watching it on an organizational level.

(Story under the cut, because it’s rambling and still fueled by a lot of pain. TW: parent death)

I grew up Catholic, and I left the Catholic church in college because, increasingly, Catholic doctrine started having more holes than substance (at least, to me and my reading of the Bible) and none of the priests I reached out to were willing to give me anything more substantial than “the Bible says so,” even when I couldn’t find where the Bible actually said anything about the matter at hand.

Add on the longstanding problems in the Catholic church (where priests’ jobs have been repeatedly placed ahead of innocent children’s physical and psychological wellbeing, and the few authority figures who try to take local action keep getting told to wait for a comprehensive plan), and, well… I realized that I was getting more stress than fulfillment, and I felt like an outsider every time I went to Mass, so I stopped going.

So I turned to Methodism, because I was raised to be a Good Christian Girl™ and not going to church just wasn’t really an option. I ended up really involved in the Methodist Church in the mid-2010’s, and particularly in the children’s program at my own small church. And that was great for a while.

My conversion to Protestantism was always a sticking point between me and my mother, and I will always regret that a difference of religion meant that many of the times I saw her in the last months of her life were filled with bitter, frustrated arguments.

The day I finished the long process of writing and defending my undergraduate thesis, I drove 3 hours to my hometown with my roommate (a friend from my pre-college years), and didn’t go home because I was too proud of my pro-same-sex-marriage thesis (this was pre-Obergefell) and too tired to put up with another argument about my Protestantism, my liberal views, and my different interpretation of the Bible from the priest at my former church. I called her, told her I was done, that I’d done well, and that I’d see her the next evening, but I was going to crash with my roommate at her parents’ house.

My mother died the next afternoon, before I could call her again. I missed my last chance to see her because I feared another fight about religion. I would give anything to take that decision back.

My father was not thrilled at my conversion, but he’s come around since my mom passed away; he supports me finding a place where I feel spiritually filled, I think more or less because he’s lonely and he’s afraid to lose me (but I won’t ever let a difference of religion come between us). He volunteers at the church I went to as a child, and, up until the events that led to me leaving my small church, he always supported our kids’ programs to.

Although my church always had problems that left me frustrated, I got a lot of fulfillment out of teaching the kids in the church. But then, in 2016, I ended up as an Annual Conference delegate, and I think that’s where things started to spiral, happy as I was to go at the time.

AC was great, and I’m a law-brained sorta person, so all that legislation was wonderful. But I also had the opportunity to see the gritty reality of a world where religion is designed to make money, not just to fill spirits. Churches that don’t make money - even if they don’t lose any - can be closed, regardless of the negative effects, if someone in power thinks that a different kind of church can be more profitable. And if people at AC express dismay over the results? They’re probably good Christians, or they wouldn’t be at AC. Call for a prayer so they’ll shut up and you can move on.

But, you know, power corrupts. So I went back to my small church to try and fix everything I could on a local level, because I while I couldn’t fix the United Methodist Church, I could fix MY church. And, as an AC delegate, I had a spot on the Church Council to help with that goal. But, as it turns out, sometimes even people on a local level really just want the church to make more money. My dream (shared with a couple other church members, admittedly, but by no means all) was to use our children’s program to reach unchurched and underserved kids and bring them to Jesus. That, unfortunately, is not a financially profitable dream. Kids cost money, and unchurched kids are usually not rich ones. And their families often don’t come for more than the children’s events - and they only come for the children’s events because it’s free babysitting.

So every step was like clawing my way out of quicksand. Getting volunteers was like pulling teeth. Getting supplies was usually a matter of “do what you can with the church budget, and donate the rest.” Without volunteers, setup became “work until you’re about to pass out, go home, sleep two hours, then come back and finish before the kids get here.” Meanwhile, programs meant to draw in rich retirees from our community (so that they could give donations while they were in the building, of course) had more volunteers than they needed, and no one questioned whether practically every single man in the church was going to stay after on Sunday to help set up.

And the pastor at the time really was great. But they were a peacekeeper; any problems that arose always had two sides, and always ended in whatever decision kept the status quo because the status quo was safe, and easy.

But then the next AC came, and my pastor retired. The pastor that replaced them had wanted to retire, but had been encouraged by the district superintendent to take on our church instead, as a “part-time full-time assignment.” And I hoped and prayed that they’d bring with them change, but I should’ve been more careful with what I wished for.

They cannot tell the truth to save their life. They would approach me about an issue that was “very important” to them. We’d talk, and come up with a solution. At Church Council, without fail, the pastor would come in and insist that, in fact, we had decided on some entirely different plan. The pastor rarely showed up at children’s ministry events, so getting volunteers got even harder (why care about VBS if the pastor doesn’t?). Slowly, but surely, the church eroded every program I had helped put in place, watering it down or trying to monetize it. So, the Book of Discipline actually mandates a YA representative have a spot on the Church Council. For a while, I and one other millennial (also an AC delegate) fulfilled that role. But the pastor felt it was more important to send the church treasurer, so he could learn to make more money for the church. And that was fine; I and the other millennial approached the pastor at the end of the year about having a YA rep on the council either way (I’d always gone as an at-large delegate; our church was small enough that we only needed 1 lay delegate), and he more or less told us that the Book of Discipline didn’t apply when it was inconvenient for the church.

That’s where I realized that the bridge I was standing on would, inevitably, crumble. But I told myself it was worth trying to fix what was wrong. So I tried. And for a short time, I thought my biggest problem was going to be ensuring that the 2019 General Conference decision didn’t change the way my church embraced its LGBT members.

This new year had brought someone I’d always viewed as a friend into a position of authority in the church. I was excited for her, and I really hoped and prayed that she could do good for the church, and that we could work together to build an inclusive church with a healthy outreach to the underserved and unchurched, things I had always thought she agreed with me about (because she’d told me to my face that she did).

But no sooner did she take the reins than she implemented the volunteer dress code. Which was a far worse thing than it sounds.

We live in Texas. The dress code? No tank tops, no shorts. Ever. Apparently, some anonymous complainer had, at some point, seen an underwear slip or a bra strap. And rather than talk to the volunteers, they wrote a policy. Side note, apparently skirts of any length were fine for women.

Goodbye VBS. I can’t in good conscience ask anyone to monitor children outside, in June, in Texas, in full-length jeans and a t-shirt.

Also, no going barefoot in the sanctuary, ever, for any reason. I was one of two people who regularly shed my shoes during kids’ events where we used the sanctuary. But rather than talk to me about it, it was better to make a policy about it that literally everyone I spoke to knew was a rebuke.

Then, in one of the brand-new children’s oversight committee meetings, they decided to dismantle the children’s program bit by bit. Children’s church? Cancelled. Apparently, we were running a renegade program without pastoral approval anyway.

VBS? “If we can’t charge for it, let’s just cancel it. Add on a few lies about how poorly it was run (by me, in part) to make it seem like a logistical problem.” The children’s director objects to a sexist-worded dress code and refuses to impose it on those under her? “Fire her, no need to look at whether there’s a problem. Make the volunteers (including me) sign the policy before you’ll let them teach the kids on Sunday. Remind them explicitly that this is a prerequisite to working with the kids, so that they don’t feel they have any choice if they want to say goodbye, because they already know that it’s over and they don’t want to blindside the kids.”

I posted about it on Facebook in my frustration and pain at watching them tear apart everything I’ve tried to do for kids that I love like they were my family. I received a termination letter in my e-mail the next day. They proceeded to send a newsletter to the entire church (except me and my family) informing the church that I had been removed as a volunteer for lying on Facebook. No goodbye for the kids. No warning. They couldn’t handle public dissent.

I hadn’t told a single lie. I dared the person who drafted the newsletter to tell me where I lied. No answer.

Of course I left. And it still hurts to walk into a church building. It still hurts to see the kids on my FB feed. I’m still friends with a few of the moms, because I still love their kids. And it will keep hurting me, because I trusted my church. And even though I still go to church now and then, I know damn well not to trust anyone inside.

[annoyedbritishperson]

Coffee

It’s poisonous to the majority of animals on earth and since it probably doesn’t exist on other planets it could be even more poisonous to them than other creatures on earth.

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While the humans obviously didn’t want to start any wars or begin large scale colonisation, they still weren’t officially part of the IGU (intergalactic union) and given their weaponry prowess, army size and tendency for violence it was feared that aggression may spark due to the lack of coalition. So a conference was planned to take place to integrate the humans into the galactic stage.

Diplomats from all current IGU species; including but not limited to: the Arflexians, the Drashkein, the Kranskir, the Rskaa and many more were called for an official integration for the humans and, of course, the human diplomats were invited as well.

They met on the 57/70/7690 (universal date) or 28/09/2385 (human date) in the intergalactic senate house, located in the third arm of the andromeda galaxy, more commonly called the: House of the Forefathers. It was called this due to it being where the first two sentient space faring species met to sign a peace treaty; the law technically still stands despite both species having gone extinct.

The meeting began by introducing the diplomats: who they were and what species they represented, before moving on to debating the agreements. The most obvious question was whether the humans wished to join in the first place, “Diplomat Human-Smith, First and foremost: does the human government wish to integrate into the IGU?”

Haley Smith; the human diplomat sent on behalf of Earth’s (and it’s colonies) government replied simply and formally “Yes” before the debates proceeded on what terms would be permitted or compromised. The speaker began to announce the terms for discussion: “Your government wants ownership of all 100,000 AU* of it’s solar system.” The sheer scale of the request caused the Kranskir Diplomat to speak up “Do you realise that’s the area from your host star to the comet cloud encasing your solar system?! Yes?”

“Yes we are aware of this, we, ourselves have debated the distance of our borders and have decided upon this area as there are no other sentient species within our solar system to demand their own boarders, a fair amount of business under our economy span the whole solar system and our first and the majority of our colonies belong in it” Diplomat Smith replied, obviously having memorised this beforehand, though her clear points made this especially persuasive.

“Well, it seems fair to allow you the majority of the system, but all the way to the Oort Cloud seems a bit extreme.” The Drashkein senator admitted. “It’s far enough out to easily encase objects of foreign origin, thereby debating its belonging.” The Rskaa senator reasoned, which was true, a fair amount of objects in the orbital field were probably of foreign origin. “50,000 AU seems a maximum, and even that’s a bit of an extreme.” It was a fair compromise, the humans got to keep a fair amount of what they wanted (50,000 AU is way past Pluto and halfway into the Oort Cloud).

Next was trade laws, as they were joining the senate it seemed only fair for them to be allowed the same free trade as opposed to the old trade where they needed to pay a fee to buy or sell from the IGU. Finally they were on to the last and most complex of all matters: laws. This matter was the most complex since these laws had to be obeyed by multiple species of whom each had their own opinions of right and wrong. Some operated under a socialist government (not communist, there’s a difference), others operated on an authoritative one where you can’t use someone else’s art, products etc without paying them, simple permissions weren’t legal.

The debates carried on for hours and as they ensued each of the senators and the human diplomat made their way through their provided complimentary beverages. That is until it got to around four hours in and a fair amount of senators needed something stronger to keep them going.

They occasionally motioned for a separately hired intern to come over and request their drink of choice. Typically they asked for a glucose solution as the heightened sudden intake of the sugar would’ve caused their brain functions to perk up; subsequently causing them to become more alert.

Haley Smith, being the only human there needed something a bit stronger than a simple glucose solution to wake her up, a lot stronger in fact. As she motioned for the intern they whispered “More solution miss?” Making the presumption that it would be a ‘yes’ like the rest of the senators they made a movement as if to begin writing it down but before they could she said “no”.

This took them a bit by surprise but they fixed their composure before it would’ve been noticed “Then what would you like instead?” They asked in a low whisper. “Coffee please, preferably strong, if you can?” Haley asked. “I’ll ask if we have any, if we don’t would glucose solution suffice?”

“I suppose it would” she replied before the intern quickly went off to take Strakir’s (the Drashkein senator) request for glucose solution, though she would definitely prefer to have a nice strong, hot cup of smooth coffee to keep her awake. In the corner of their eye, she saw the intern skitter off to get the requested drinks before turning her attention back to the matter at hand.

Fortunately, when the intern asked they did, in fact have coffee, the chef was especially exited to try and make a human beverage. Unfortunately, the intern now had to remember which was which since they were both in identical blue mugs with screw on lids and they both weren’t glucose solution.

They did their best and set down each of the drinks with each of the diplomats before going back to their place next to the circular wall to wait for another request.

That is until they noticed the Drashkein senator, of whom they had just given a glucose solution to, start coughing, it was obvious they were trying to hide it and it was partially successful, not everyone had noticed, at least not yet. They and the other senators seemed to have brushed this off as simply beings caused of accidentally ingesting it the wrong way.

But it got louder; it became full on hacking as they were gasping for breath before the Kranskir senator next to them started thumping the midsection between the midlimbs and Strakirs hindlimbs (where a Drashkein’s lung is) to try and help before they noticed that drips of blue blood could be seen on the table as a result of the explosive coughing fit they were in. “MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!” Haley yelled as she made a move to try and help.

The intern quickly skittered away to find one, returning as quickly as possible with three medics following. When the medics got in they rushed across the room towards Strakir, who has now collapsed on the floor, purple foam issuing from their mouth a a result of their blue blood mixing with the white foam from their coughing, and began trying to figure out the symptoms in an attempt to fix it but it was only getting worse. They were yelling at each other in a hurry to fix the issue but to no avail “Heart palpitations need to be addressed fast before high blood pressure causes more damage!” “Blood mixed with oral water suggests damage in the digestive tract” and other rampant orders were yelled before it all went silent.

The Drashkein senator had stopped moving and his coughing became a wheezing sigh before: silence. He was dead.

The other senators were immediately escorted from the building as authorities were summoned. Strakir’s mate gives permission for authorities to conduct an autopsy to determine whether foul play was at hand. Caffeine poisoning was determined as cause of death which raises suspicions: who poisoned the senator, little to no people have anything against the Drashkein nor were there any personal grudges at play.

It was all a mystery before they began taking witness testimonies from each of the attending diplomats. It continued as a mystery until they got to the human diplomats story, before the senator died she mentioned requesting a cup of coffee. The same cup of coffee that was given to the senator.

They do a little research and find that humans have an unusually high tolerance for caffeine and frequently request it for mental stimulation aka to “wake them up”. The cause of death was subsequently filed under accidental though the damage was done.

The media had caught wind of the cause of death and had began blowing it out of proportion before people had received the official causation announced. Throughout the IGU Drashkein colonies voiced outrage at the humans assassination of their innocent senator and within a week riots had broken out in protest of the human introduction to the IGU and violence against existing humans had risen.

Within a month war was declared by the replacement senator, other species decided to stay out of the feud as this wasn’t their fight and it was too risky to their people to take sides. Main battlefields are at some of the largest human and Drashkein colonies though smaller ones are at risk for easy attacks. The Humans and Drashkein have taken up arms and have been advised to purchase weapons in the event of attacks.

The intern stayed silent during the whole fiasco as they didn’t want to face the charges of a crime that occurred as a result of a simple mistake.

All of this; over a cup of fucking coffee.

*Astronomical Units

Human date is in the format dd/mm/yyyy

(This took me way longer than the others but I’m quite proud of the result. As always I’m always happy to take feedback, ideas and suggestions and feel free do add on :3)

[phantoms-lair]

Alternative Selves Snippet

(aka the Wormhole AU where they get caught in the loops of the wormhole and ends up with Shiro as a vampire, Hunk as a skinchanger/Bear Selkie, Lance as a Merman, Keith as a Galra, and Pidge as a magical girl.)

The living room area was quiet. Well, it really wasn’t. The was the slight splash of water in Lance’s tank as he moved around, the slight tapping and clinking of whatever respective projects Hunk and Pidge were working on, the slight hum of the screens Allura and Coran were looking at. The only one being completely silent was Shiro, which Keith was somewhat grateful for given Shiro had been sipping out of a cup and normalization aside none of them wanted to think too much on Shiro’s new diet.

Keith was pretending to fiddle with his bayard, but the truth was he was watching Allura. He thought he’d seen her a couple of times out of the corner of his eye, but now he was paying attention. Sure enough-

"Whatever it is just say it!" Keith snapped, breaking the quiet and causing everyone else in the living room to turn towards him. The Paladin-turned-Galra was glaring at Allura. 

 "Keith" Shiro said with a slight warning tone. 

 "I'm not blind. I can see you keep going to say something and then swallow it. I get it. A Galra in the castle isn't something you want, ever." 

 "That's not it at all," Alllura protested. "Irregardless of your original or current body you are first and foremost a Paladin of Voltron. It's just...there's something about your transformation that puzzles me. And I keep going to ask before remembering you'd have even less of an idea that I."

Shiro sighed. From the set of Keith's shoulders he could tell his surrogate little brother didn't believe her one bit. They were all a bit sensitive about heir new forms, himself included. But with how guilt-ridden Allura was over the debacle, he had a hard time believing she was holding Keith’s form against him. "What's the problem? Even if we don't know the answer, any discrepancy might be a clue to the mess." 

 Allura nodded. If there was a chance she could provide a clue to fixing this mess, she'd take it. "It's your stature." 

 "My height?" Keith asked dubiously. It seemed a strange thing to focus on. "No one else changed that much, what makes me unusual." 

 "Height and general build." Allura clarified. "And it would make sense for the most part that others didn't change in that regard. From what I understand of Mahou Shoujo, they're to humans as Alchemists are to Alteans, in that while they have extra abilities, they are of the same race and otherwise indistinguishable. Hunk has two forms, and while one is an Earth klanmüirl, the other is a normal human and thus shouldn't be different than normal. And Shiro's new species is meant to blend in with humans to better hunt them, so shouldn't be too different appearing on the surface." 

Shiro fidgeted uncomfortably, not liking the reminder of vampires being meant to stalk and hunt humans. 

"Lance on the other hand, in an exception, having doubled in body length, grown gills, and had his method of movement completely altered. His new species has no reason to pass as human and thus he no longer can either. But a Galra would also have no need of such infiltration ability. As near as we can tell you're a full blooded Galra, and yet while you've gained some small amount of height and mass, you must have noticed you're still far smaller than the Galra we've seem. Almost more like one in mid-adolescence than full grown." 

 "Okay, but why is that weird?" Hunk asked. 

 "Yeah, our age is like the one this that hasn't been tampered with." Lance added from his tank

"Huh, I thought Number Five was the youngest?" Coran wondered, stroking his mustache. 

 "I am. I'm about 15 years old, Keith is 18, Hunk and Lance are 17, and Shiro's 25. So in terms of maturity, I'm in the middle of adolescence, Hunk, Lance, and Keith are mid to late, and Shiro's fully grown, though still classified as a young adult." Pidge clarified. 

 "And an Earth year is roughly equivalent to a decapheobe?" Allura was smiling, but in a way that looked rather fixed. 

 "Roughly.” Hunk agreed. “Are you two okay?" 

Allura and Coran had both looked rather tense at this revelation. The smiles looked beyond fixed now, practically stepford.

"Quite alright,” Coran insisted “I just, er, remembered I need the Princess to...help me with the thing. Can't leave things on their own, they get all thingy." Coran grabbed Allura's arm and dragged her from the room. 

 "Okay, did that seem weird to anyone else, or is it just me?" Hunk wondered.

"Just you," Lance answered sarcastically, flipping his tail. He was frowning though, trying to figure out what was going on.

 "I think the ages caught her off guard," Shiro explained. "Remember Alteans count their age in centuries. Imagine how you'd feel if you learned the soldiers under your command were only a few months old? And..." Shiro debated saying anything for a moment. He didn’t think his team would enjoy hearing this."I think they also just realized they conscripted a team of child soldiers."

Lance's frown deepened. "We're not kids. And we were Garrison Cadets before this." 

"Technically everyone but Keith and I would be considered kids and even Keith would be more of a technicality.” Shiro pointed out. “And even as cadets you were limited to simulators, you wouldn't be seeing anything remotely resembling combat for years."

"But isn't it obvious?" Keith asked, his ears twitching. He wasn’t sure how he felt now. This wasn’t the conversation he was dreading, but he wasn’t sure he liked being considered a child soldier any more.

 "How would it be?" Pidge facepalmed, frustrated it never occurred to her. "We kinda got hit by the difference between Altean and human lifespans right away, but we never really said anything about it. In Allura and Coran's day the Alteans were space diplomats. They're used to dealing with other races, some of which probably looked similar but were very different. We're the only examples of humanity they've ever seen. They had no reason to think we were anything but full grown, especially since we never said anything.”

~ 

 "They. Are. Children!" Allura looked like she was going to be sick. "Fifteen decapheobes? Twenty-Five at the most? I was still hiding behind mother's skirts at that age! I've taken children from their homes and forced them into combat." 

"Humans mature faster than Alteans, remember Shiro is still considered an adult." Coran was trying to be reassuring, but was in just as much shock as she was.  He had thought they were, as Pidge put it, young adults. His mind was now replaying different conversations, Pidge claiming she was tired during the teamwork training, Lance’s homesickness, in a new light.

 "Only barely from what Pidge said." Allura countered. "I'm a monster." 

 "I disagree," came Shiro's voice behind them. As had become the norm, no one had heard his coming. He seemed to not be able to help that these days. "And as a currently animated corpse that needs to consume the blood of my team to survive, I think I'm the authority on monsters on this ship." He put a hand on her shoulder. 

Allura refused to meet his eyes. "Princess, you didn't take any of us from our homes. The Galra took me and Blue took the rest, you were in cryostasis at both times. I'll admit, this isn't...ideal.” Understatement. “Technically I'm not qualified to by the head of any unit, and the others are just cadets not meant to see battle for years, but the thing is none of us had a choice in this, and that includes you and Coran. We were all swept away in this, and now we have to try and make the best of it."

"You said it yourself, the Lion chooses the Paladin, and the Lions chose us. We can't afford to wait to get the next few years under our belt in training. Zarkon's had too many years as it is,”

[fox-mother]

If Kushina never left Uzushiogakure to go to Konoha, I can almost guarantee that it wouldn’t have been destroyed. She is a warrior first and foremost, one who would do almost anything to protect her home. Kushina won’t allow people to take advantage of her homes smaller size to wipe her clan and home off the map. She would fight until the breath left her body for Uzushiogakure without fault. Kushina is among the Uzumaki- inspired by her- who finally manage to completely wipe out those responsible for massacring a large number of her people. 

When Mito passed, she gave Kushina four important roles; Uzumaki Clan Head, Uzukage, the position as Daimyo for the land alongside her new duties as the jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails. It was a lot of responsibility to be placed upon the shoulders of someone so young but Mito held full confidence that Kushina could handle it. Kushina continued her predecessors work of bettering the Uzumaki Clan, able to pick up pretty much were Mito left off. 

She became a Sage at the age of 18 and has her name in the summoning scroll for the toads. Kushina has a reputation to fear and she is in the process of distancing her people from Konoha as much as she can. She fears that due to the prior attack on her home because of Konoha, that a similar incident could occur again. Kushina refuses to take any chances in regards to her home. 

Despite her best efforts, she has to remain allies with Konoha until her people can be self-sufficient, which is closer than Konoha would like. Unlike Mito, Kushina holds no affections for Konohagakure or it’s people so has no desire to assist the village anymore. During wars, she refuses to send any shinobi to assist Konoha, instead focussing on protecting her own land from possible invasion. The only time she felt compelled to send assistance was when it was directly requested by a unit who needed backup in the form of a couple of healers and a proficient fuuinjustu user. Kushina personally attended the incident- which turned out to be Team Minato- and she fixed Rins seal, rescued Obito and alongside the other healer was able to bring him back from the brink of death with only minor scarring to show for it. 

Finding this mission a bit too dangerous for children to be involved in, Kushina asks Minato a few questions regarding them. She doesn’t like what she hears and she then asks him what it would take for him to turn his back on Konoha completely. A long talk and a bit of persuasion later and Kushina manages to convince Minato to return to Uzushiogakure with her and his team. Hiruzen is angry when he finds out what Minato has done but he can't do anything about it, seeing as Kushina prevents contact between them. 

She and he initially are only friends which slowly develops into something more after a few months of playful flirting between them both. They end up getting married and having a son before deciding to adopt Kakashi, Obito and Rin properly. When the time came to send Naruto to school, he attended Uzushiogakures Academy and later took part in the Chunin Exams, representing Uzushio. There he meets Sakura and Sasuke, who are both his age and who he is fighting against. By this point, he has already been taught the Rasengan as well as his fathers hiraishin so can confidently hold his own against Sasuke during their fight in the finals. 

Suna and Oto still interrupt the exams but everything is a bit more clear cut when Naruto can temporarily fix Gaara’s seal and actually talk to him like a normal, rational human being. The Third is still killed but Orochimaru doesn’t get very far before Minato and Kushina pin his snake ass down. They’d attended the exams, obviously, and felt compelled to do something about the snake. He got away in the end but they managed to delay his plans so much that his army was wiped out. Tsunade goes on to become the Yondaime as Minato never took on the role. Naruto and Sasuke still have their fight at the Valley of the End before Naruto returns home to train with his father, mother and Jiraiya. 

3 years later and Naruto is back again to try and bring Sasuke back to Konoha. Most of the events play out from there the same way except that Jiraiya isn’t killed by Pain- because there is no Pain- and the Pain Invasion never happens. Instead, Amegakure and Uzushiogakure are allies with Nagato having still met Yahiko and Konan but under better circumstances. They formed the Akatsuki and overthrew Hanzo, coming into power and allying with Uzushio. With the assistance of Uzushiogakure, they thwart Danzo and Hanzos plan to get them to go rogue. 

Then everything plays out from there the same way only with Uzushiogakure coming out in full to fight in the war. Truly, they manage to show the rest of the world how they improved in the time they were laying low. Kushina gives Sakura a quick boost before they can use a combination Taijutsu attack that more than makes up for their supposed “weaknesses”. She then also goes on to use a combination Sage attack alongside her husband, Naruto and Jiraiya. With the latter three forming a giant Rasengan and with her applying her chakra natures to it as well as Sage chakra to form a truly devastating attack. The Uzumaki help seal all the Edo Tensei away- except Madara- without issue before helping ward off Madara’s Majestic Destroyer Flame with only minor difficulty. 

Kushina and the rest are also plunged into the Infinite Tsukuyomi while the events of the end of the series play out. She and Minato are released from it by the Sage of Six Paths to help bring Team 7 back to the normal world after their battle with Kaguya. Her and Minato are waiting for their son to return before they berate and coddle the boy when they see his missing arm. They let him choose where to go and he decides to flip between Uzushiogakure and Konogakure as he helps Sakura with whatever she wants to do after the series ends (looking at a certain Sakura here who may benefit from this change in Nart).

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Pacific Rim: Chris and Daisy

I wanted to re-draw some old OCs I never finished, so here you have Chris and Daisy from Pacific Rim! It's been forever damn, 2013 seems like a lifetime ago... I'm so happy that I finally get to draw my OCs actually looking like how I always wanted them to after all these years! How far we've come!

Jesus this took me forever to write, idk why but suddenly I forgot how to word, so this is pretty bad but I just had to force this out of myself so I could work on other stuff.

I also got myself emotional about Chuck which is a whole other rabbit hole.

Anyways, here you have it!

Jaegerling Project:

Jaegerlings are built and work like Jaegers, except they’re about half the size and can be piloted by 1 Pilot alone. They weren’t made for fighting the Kaiju, instead they were individually developed for cleaning up dead Kaiju, city rubble, and help with the rebuilding works. The project was short lived as the PPDC decided it was more worth it to focus their resources on building more Jaegers, so very few Jaegerlings were actually built and much less survived.

Most notable Jaegerlings:

   -          PaciFist: Built to help move Kaiju carcasses and destroyed Jaegers

   -          Criminality: Built to clean up city rubble and help with rebuilding.

Name: Christine „Chris” Smith (Kovács Krisztina) Born: 1999. May 1st (Taurus) Age: 26 (Operation Pitfall) Gender: Female Rank: -          PPDC Ranger (Formerly) -          J-Tech Officer

Jaegers: -          PaciFist (Former Pilot) -          Pacific-R.I.M. (Former Pilot) (Pacific-Robust Integrated Mechanism) -          Striker Eureka (Head Mechanic)

History:

1999. May 1st: Chris was born in Hungary. Her Mother left when she was young and she was left with her Father. She had a natural talent for machines since she was young and essentially grew up in her Father’s mechanic shop.

2013: When the Kaiju attacked her Father was always vocally thankful it’s happening as far from them as possible, and for a time she agreed. However when the attacks didn’t stop she began to feel helpless and angry that they aren’t doing a good enough job of stopping them. She had the insatible urge to DO something.

2014: When the first Jaegers were born she immeadetly knew THAT’S where she had to be. However her father was heavily against her doing anything near the Jaeger Program, specially how it was still in baby shoes. So she decided to run away to join the Jaeger Program for the greater good. She took on a whole new persona, going as far as pretending to be a boy, to avoid her Father tracking her down and to avoid him finding out if anything happened to her. She made friends with a military doctor who helped her fake her gender all the way through the Academy. She was a promising pilot but her personality didn’t match up with anyone and they failed to find her a pilot for the longest time. She was closed off and distant with nearly everyone, mainly in fear of being found out, but otherwise got along moderalty with generally everyone. Until she met Daisy at the Academy, who got under her skin right away, she had an immediate distaste towards her and they kept butting heads and getting into bigger and bigger conflicts. It also frustrated her how easily Daisy got her flustered which she didn’t dare to think too deeply about. When they were proved to be potentially drift compatible Chris was conflicted, she didn’t want to drift with Daisy of all people, but she wanted to be a pilot more than anything, in the end she decided this is the risk she has to take.

During their test drift Daisy found out Chris is actually a girl faking her identity at the Academy and in a moment of shock she accidentally outed her. Chris outraged and out for vengence did some digging around and found out Daisy’s parent’s donation to the PPDC, and as a result they’re both looking to get kicked out from the PPDC. However thanks to their potential and great scores, they both get an offer from the PPDC, they’re dismissed from the normal Jaeger Program, but they could become the first test pilots of the Jaegerling Project. Chris immeadetly volunteers, unaware Daisy will be involved as well.

2016:  After „graduating” Chris gets assigned to the Jaegerling called PaciFist and spends the following years moving Kaiju carcasses and destroyed Jaegers after the battles. She’s content with her job, not what she had in mind but she can still prove herself useful, while still studying Jaeger ont he side.

2017: Until one day there’s a Kaiju attack that couldn’t have been intercepted by a Jaeger in time. Chris was stationed in a nearby Shatterdome with her Jaegerling, while Daisy was working out in the city helping to re-build with R.I.M. and they decided to risk their lives holding back the Kaiju now called Ryujin until the Jaeger arrives. Both R.I.M. and PaciFist were very badly damaged in the battle but the Jaeger arrived in time saving Daisy and Chris’s lives as well. The Kaiju’s body was never recovered but they assumed it died. Both Daisy and Chris gets an unspecificed time recovery leave, their Jaegerlings dismantled, waiting for further orders.

2018 : They’re summoned by Marshal Stacker Pentecost. He offers them a brand new Jaeger to co-pilot, built from the remaining parts of both PaciFist and R.I.M., called Pacific-R.I.M. Chris is relucant to accept the offer, both at the fact that they nearly died last time, and the fact that she’d have to pilot with Daisy. However after some unvoncing and apologising from Daisy she accepts and decides to give their teamwork a chance. After long hard work they becom an unstoppable team, their drift compatibility one of the best. Chris’s flusteredness towards Daisy returns as the other girl begind to flirt with her as the time passes. Soon she realises she likes the other girl as well and they begin dating.

They piloted Pacific-R.I.M. together for 3 years.

2021: They did a couple of double drops with Striker Eureka, who they proved to be a good team with. Chris had a bit of a friendly rivarly going with Chuck whenever they met in person. One day while they were stationed at the same Shatterdome, Ryujin re-emerged. Pacific-R.I.M. got deployed first and almost killed the Kaiju, but the tide turned on them and Pacific-RI.M. got badly damaged. Chris got hurt badly, and her side of the Jaeger short circuited. Daisy ejected the hurt Chris out of an escape pod and stayed to hold back Ryujin herself. Striker Eureka joined the battle soon and finished off Ryujin but Pacific-R.I.M. was beyond saving this time. They recovered Daisy, barely alive and in critical condition. She lost her left leg from the knee down and her nervous system suffered heavy damage too. Chris stayed by her side for months, but the guilt was killing her and she decided she can’t watch Daisy waste away anymore, so she left.

She went back home to her Father, who welcomed her with open arms. It turned out even if at first he was panicked and outraged she left, in the present he’s proud of her, how far she has come and how much she has done. This gave her enough will to get her fighting spirit back again. She knew she could never pilot another Jaeger again, not without Daisy, so she threw herself into J-Tech and became a mechanic. At the least she could help by fixing and upgrading the Jaegers between battles.

2023: She became the head of Striker Eureka’s mechanic team, where she met Chuck and Herc again. A few years ago she would have given anything to get to work on Striker but now she would give anything to get „a few years ago” back. Chuck became an annoying brat since last time she saw him and she was more than ready to deck him. Which she did sometimes when they decided to take out their problems in sparring sessions. They butted hands on working Striker as well since Chuck preffered to work on her as well while Chris believed it was a job for the mechanics only. Through all this they grew really close and started to help eachother out with their problems. It wasn’t a good solution to either of their issues but it was something. In the end they became basically „more than best friends with benefits”, neither of them ever admitted they „dated” but Chris loved him regardless. They drifted eactly once in a simulator and they were so in sync it was considered pairing them up for a Jaeger which Chris refused in Daisy’s memory.

2025: She got re-located to the Hong Kong Shatterdome along with Striker’s whole crew. There she was re-united with Daisy, which she didn’t take well. All the guilt that’s been the back of her mind all this time came crashing back as the old wounds re-opened. Chuck convinced to go talk with Daisy, meanwhile she convinced Chuck to talk with Raleigh. She apologised and confessed all her guilt to Daisy, who after a small fight forgave her, because she wasn’t sure what she would have done in her place either. After Chuck died she was heartbroken, they stayed with Daisy and they helped eachother heal. Soon it turned out she got accidentally pregnant, Daisy stayed by her side the whole time and after she gave birth they officially got back together.

Personality: Chris had been an emotional person all her life, she thinks with her heart first and foremost. However because of this she has a tendency to have emotional outbursts if she’s put under lots of stress as the logical side of her brain struggles against her emotions. Because of this she developed a level of anger issues she tries to get better from. She usually tries to hold back all her emotions and put up a cold and distant front. Because of this she became a grumpy and cynical person for a long time. However under all this, she craves emotional intimacy and familiarity. She’s also a rather serious person, who tries to follow the rules the best she can. As long as she agrees with them. As soon as she runs into a rule that requires her to go against her own morals she yeets out the rulebook the window.

Name: Daisy Grande Born: 1997. August 20th (Leo) Age: 28 (Operation Pitfall) Gender: Female Rank: -          PPDC Ranger (Formerly) -          K-Science Officer

Jaegers: -          Criminality (Former Pilot) -          Pacific-Rim (Former Pilot) -          K-Science (Biology Research)

History:

1997. August 20th: Daisy was born into a very rich family, in France. Her parents were big investors in science development. She had a strong natural charisma ever since she was little, popular, confident, always the center of the attention, a natural leader. Like her parents she always wanted to make a difference in the world growning up and she developed a knack for biology along the way.

2013 : When the Kaiju attacked and the PPDC was founded she immediately wanted to join the Jaeger Academy, and her parents figured where else would she be the safest in the world than with the PPDC? So they quietly donated a huge amount of money to the PPDC to accept her to the Academy BUT keep her out of any actually dangerous service.

2014: She joined the Academy amongst the first people. Like anywhere else she was popular at the Academy amongst the other cadets and with her officers, however when she met Chris, who really didn’t like her, she was amused by him, so she kept teasing him and trying to get a rise out of him whenever she could. Their constant conflicts revealed them to be promisingly drift compatible, which Daisy found even more amusing. During their test drift she found out Chris is actually a girl faking her identity at the Academy and in a moment of shock she accidentally outs her. What she didn’t expect was that in revenge Chris did some digging around and found out her parent’s donation to the PPDC, and as a result they’re both looking to get kicked out from the PPDC. Daisy was outraged by her parents going behind her back, everything she thought she achieved by herself for once had been a lie. Almost everything. They both get an offer from the PPDC, they’re dismissed from the normal Jaeger Program, but they could become the first test pilots of the Jaegerling Project. Daisy accepts the offer, more than eager to prove herself. Little does she know Chris also joined the Project until they’re forced to work side by side.

2016:  After „graduating” Daisy gets assigned to the Jaegerling Criminality. For the following year she cleans up and helps rebuild destroyed cities.

2017: Until one day there’s a Kaiju attack that couldn’t have been intercepted by a Jaeger in time. Chris was stationed in a nearby Shatterdome with her Jaegerling, while Daisy was working out in the city helping to re-build with Criminality and they decided to risk their lives holding back the Kaiju now called Ryujin until the Jaeger arrives. Both Criminality and PaciFist were very badly damaged in the battle but the Jaeger arrived in time saving Daisy and Chris’s lives as well. The Kaiju’s body was never recovered but they assumed it died. Both Daisy and Chris gets an unspecificed time recovery leave, their Jaegerlings dismantled, waiting for further orders.

2018 : They’re summoned by Marshal Stacker Pentecost. He offers them a brand new Jaeger to co-pilot, built from the remaining parts of both PaciFist and Criminality, called Pacific-R.I.M. Daisy, excatic at the chance to become official PPDC Rangers accepts, and convinces Chris to accept too. After long hard work they becom an unstoppable team, their drift compatibility one of the best. As they grew closer Daisy started to develop feelings for Chris. At first she was in mild gay panic but she quickly came around to embrace her feelings and started to playfully flirt with the other girl. Soon they began dating.

They piloted Pacific-R.I.M. together for 3 years.

2021: They did a couple of double drops with Striker Eureka, who they proved to be a good team with. One day while they were stationed at the same Shatterdome, Ryujin re-emerged. Pacific-R.I.M. got deployed first and almost killed the Kaiju, but the tide turned on them and Pacific-RI.M. got badly damaged. Daisy ejected the hurt Chris out of an escape pod and stayed to hold back Ryujin herself. Striker Eureka joined the battle soon and finished off Ryujin but Pacific-R.I.M. was beyond saving this time. They recovered Daisy, barely alive and in critical condition. She lost her left leg from the knee down and her nervous system suffered heavy damage too. She was in coma for 2 years.

2023: She woke u pin to find Chris had left the PPDC, and her, and she was told she could probably never drive a car again, let alone pilot a Jaeger. Her nervous system damage requires constant medication. She felt beyond despaired and betrayed and refused to leave her bed her weeks. Her parents visited her a couple of times but their pity „I told you so” attitude only made her angry. Her old fire of proving them wrong came back and decided to prove them wrong once again. She threw herself into K-Science, mostly to find a way to fix her nervous system, but also to understand Kaijus better. Soon enough she was trading messeges with Newton Geiszler and occasionally working together with him.

2025: She moved to the Hong Kong shatterdome with the other scientists where she was re-united with Chris. She was still bitter Chris just left her like that, but she understood, and deep down still held her old love for her. However seeing her with Chuck Hansen (she found the fact that she was dating Chuck of all people super amusing) now she decided to just stay friendly, there was no need making things more miserable before the end of the world. Chris did apologise to her and they had a long talk about their old and current relationship. After Chuck sacrificed himself in Operation Pitfall, she stayed by Chris’s side, supporting eachother as they grew close again. After Chris gave birth they got back together and raised the kid together.

Personality: Daisy has a strong reasonable and charismatic personality and a logical mind. She easily gets along with nearly everyone and understands others’ motives even if she doesn’t like them or agrees with them. She’s stubborn and tougher than most people would give her credit for. Because her parents always gave her everything she ever needed she has a strong urge to prove herself, to prove she really does worth as much as she thinks she does. She also has a sassy and kinda charming humor, that tends to annoy more serious minded people. Because despite her reasonable leader-like personality she is actually an easy going almost trouble making person. Actually she is a trouble maker. Rules were never her forte as she never really had to hear „no” in her life that often, this is both her greatest weakness and greatest advantage. She always keeps pushing on if she’s told no. This could either lead to a scientific discovery, or a harsh dressing down by her superiors. But most of all, behind all this, she’s a really kind and forgiving person, but she doesn’t give her care just to anyone.

Well that turned out to be long...

Art by @mexcraziness

Chris and Daisy belong to @mexcraziness

Pacific Rim belongs to  Guillermo del Toro

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The Ultimate Primer To New And Pre-Construction Real Estate

Are you thinking about purchasing or investing in new construction?

With a growing interest and a larger new construction market, more buyers are opting out of resale and turning to pre-construction.

But buying pre-construction is a lot different than purchasing a previously owned home. From delays and financing to choosing the right location and builder, there is a huge number of factors you need to be aware of and understand in order to make an informed decision.

In this article, we’ll cover 7 steps to consider before purchasing a new construction home.

1. Get a Real Estate Agent

First and foremost, whenever you purchase any property, you should always hire a qualified real estate professional. Just as the builders always have someone looking out for and protecting their interests, you need someone to protect yours.

 And if you’re concerned about money, good news! As a buyer, it won’t cost you anything to use a realtor, since the builder is the one that pays the agent’s commission.

 Your real estate agent will provide you a broad range of new construction information including whether purchasing a new construction home is right for you or whether you should go the resale route.

This realtor will also be able to give you contacts for qualified mortgage brokers to help you finance your home, as well as real estate lawyers that can review your contracts. Your real estate agent will help negotiate terms and upgrades with the builder for you and will be there to answer any questions you may have throughout the entire process.

Of course, you shouldn’t just hire ANY real estate agent. It should be one that has plenty of experience in new construction and has built strong relationships with builders in the area.

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  2. Choose a Builder With a Great Track Record

When purchasing new construction, (especially when it hasn’t been built yet) there’s always a level of risk involved. In essence, you’re making a purchase based on a promise. That’s why it’s essential that you choose a reputable builder with a strong track record of successful developments.

 Construction experience is crucial when it comes to home development. It’s essential that you investigate how long the builder has been in the business, and how do their customers feel about their project.

 Typically speaking, the longer a builder has been around, the better. That is not to say that new builders are not good. But longevity indicates that the builder has survived market downturns, and continues to do well.

 Study past developments the builder has completed, and pay special attention to reviews from current owners, both positive and negative.

 Next, take the time to actually go and see the properties they have built. If possible, talk to some of the owners in person. Let them know you are looking into purchasing a new construction home in the area and wanted to find out their experience with the builder.

 Your real estate agent will also guide you in the right direction in terms of which builders have a good reputation and are known for quality and integrity in the business.

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3. Study The Model Home

When you are purchasing new construction, most builders will have a model home. This model home will give you a great opportunity to see what the builder’s capabilities are in terms of craftsmanship.

 As you’re taking the tour of the model home, make sure you ask lots of questions, and inquire about which features and finishes are standard and which ones are upgrades.

That’s because most developers will put all of the upgrades in a model home, which if you decide to add them to your home, they could bump up the listing price up by tens of thousands of dollars above the standard listing price.

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4. Consider The Pros And Cons of New Construction

To some buyers, resale seems the obvious choice as they are not able to wait up to or more than a year for their home. But to others, having a custom-designed, brand new home make waiting that extra amount of time more than worth it.

 But whether you should go the resale or new construction route would depend on your personal preferences and financial situation.

 “Benefits of new construction include home and structural warranties, energy efficiency, and the latest building code,” says Mel Biondi, a top real estate agent in Naples Florida. “The drawback to new construction are most likely proximity to shopping, dining, entertainment, and work. In coastal areas like Naples, developers have to move further East from the coast to purchase plots of land for development. Buyers in these areas will have to weather the growing pains while commercial development catches up to serve the community needs.”

 If you take the resale route, you’d be able to move in within a few months to a home with a lawn, gardens and finished amenities. The area will likely be developed as well in terms of sidewalks, parks, schools, restaurants, and shopping. And getting a mortgage to finance the home will be much easier as well. And best of all, you will be paying today’s market value, not a future projected value that some builders charge.

 But with resale comes a lot more repairs and maintenance. There may be undiscovered issues with the home which didn’t show up during its evaluation, and you will have no warranty. Adding to that, any renovations or design changes you want to make to the home will be out of pocket.

But if you take the new construction route, you’ll be able to have a custom-designed, brand new home with next to no repairs or maintenance and warranty to cover you.

One of the biggest downsides is, of course, the amount of time it will take for it to be built. And even once the home is finished, don’t expect the neighborhood or surrounding areas to be developed either. There will likely be dirt roads, empty lots, noisy construction and few if any parks and trees.

 Closing costs could also run you tens of thousands of dollars on the purchase price and you will be paying the projected appreciation on day of signing.

 Weighing the pros and cons with your realtor will help you understand what is important to you and what choice makes the most sense for you.

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  5. Get Your Finances In Order

One of the biggest differences between purchasing pre-construction vs resale is the way the properties are financed.

 On a resale property, you may be able to put down as little as 1-3% as a down payment. But on pre-construction, you may need to have at least a 20% down payment.

That amount may seem large to put up front, but that down payment is typically broken up into smaller installments.

 Usually, you’re expected to put down a few thousand dollars with the offer, then certain percentages at fixed times (such as 5% in 30 days, 5% in 90 days, 5% in 180 days), and finally a certain percentage at occupancy.

 Deposits are usually higher at the beginning of the project since this is usually a requirement from the bank financing the project. But as the project nears completion, deposit structures become more negotiable, and you might be able to extend or even reduce your payments.

It seems obvious that regardless of purchasing a new home or a pre-existing one, you would make sure you have financing prior to looking. But if you have been pre-approved or financed for resale, it may not cover you for new construction.

Firstly, when you receive your pre-approval you are given a certain rate which likely will not last longer than 90 days. New construction can take more than a year to be built in which case your rate would no longer apply.

 Secondly, your circumstances can change within the timeframe the home is being built. In a year you could lose your job, get relocated or separate from your partner in which you purchased the home with. If your circumstances change, so will your ability to close on the home, making it more risky for lenders to guarantee financing for such a substantial amount of time.

 Thirdly, with new construction, you are likely making the deposits on the home throughout the year as opposed to already having the deposit saved. And you may only have to put 5% or 10% saved which is riskier for a bank to finance you.

 Your realtor will be able to go over your finances with you to help you understand how much you are able to afford and how much you will need to save in order to make the deposits for your new construction home. They will also be able to refer mortgage brokers or guide you towards which banks are offering the most competitive rates.

  6. Decide on the Location

When choosing your location, factors you might want to factor in are proximity to work, access to schools if you have children, strata fees, available amenities and access to surrounding amenities such as restaurants or parks.

 And the location you pick will dictate the price point you are looking at. That’s because location is one of the biggest factors influencing price.

 Look at any major metropolitan city anywhere in the world. The closer you are to the center of it all, the more difficult it gets to build new development, and thus the more expensive real estate gets. And as you venture out to the suburbs or ‘greater area’ of the city, prices tend to drop for comparative properties.

Factor this in when looking at pricing. You can get a lot more value for your money if you are willing to be a little further from the action.

 Also,  make sure you don’t overlook future developments in the area. You can get a lot of this information from your local city hall which will likely have a five-year plan for the surrounding area. This information will detail future schools, parks, stores, and transportation.

  7. Negotiate On Upgrades, Not Price

The majority of builders are not typically willing to sell their units below their listing.

However, there’s a better chance they would be willing to negotiate on other things that will cost you money, such as upgrades, closing costs, furniture, appliances, etc.

You might also be able to negotiate on your deposit structure. Having to put down less down on the home will give you more time to save or give you the ability to finance a larger portion of the property.

 You could save on closing costs (this is addressed in the hidden cost part of the article). And you can also ask for a cashback on closing, as opposed to having money taken off the purchase price.

If the developer agrees to any change in terms, make sure to have it in writing, usually done by an amendment to the contract, and signed by both you and builder.

 Again, here is another place where your real estate agent will be instrumental. Your agents will know how to negotiate and where they can negotiate.

Thank you!

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I need more Nagini & Newt friendship in my life. The link to the other parts are at the bottom, but this can be read separately!

Newt learns that the name of the maledictus is Nagini, that she her family migrated to France from Indonesia when she was a little girl, that she was abandoned not soon after. Tina fills in the gaps.

“Skender said she was helping Credence find his family, but she never left the circus grounds with him until the day they escaped.” She presses a finger to her lips when they let reach the guest bedroom. It’s the last on the hall, farthest from the rest of their lodgings. “From what I saw, I don’t think she was let out her cage.”

“She’s not been treated well,” Yusuf agrees sadly. Like Tina, he is equally cautious, making not a sound when he lets them in.

The room is seemingly unoccupied, the bed perfectly made and the curtains drawn. Newt keeps his steps light and slow when he fully enters, the hair at his neck raising as a feeling washes over him, like he’s in the jungle and there’s a beast just out of view. He eyes the wardrobe, but it hasn’t been touched either.

“Where is she?” Yusuf says from the door, worried. “Has she left?”

Newt drops to his knees, presses his cheek to the lush carpet, and peers under the bed. Within the shadows, he see coils of dark-colored scales as thick as man’s thigh. “She’s still asleep.”

A low hiss.

“Waking up,” he corrects, keeping his eyes on the moving mass. “Sorry about the intrusion, Nagini, but I thought you’d be awake. I was wondering if I could talk to you.”

Newt waits patiently. A slim head emerges from the numerous coils and he knows there’s intelligence in the slitted eyes peering back at him. Nagini’s humanity isn’t entirely gone in this form, a good sign. As long as he’s recognized, she won’t try and strike out.

“I can wait outside if that’s what you want.” He’s already pressing the boundaries by entering without an invitation, but that can’t be help now. His best bet would to read and adhere to her body language and hope she interprets his as well-intentioned and welcoming. “Would you prefer that?”

There’s more movement, but he gets his answer rather quickly. Nagini slips out from her cover, a stream of mottled scales that’s never ending, until Newt’s face-to-face with one of the largest pythons he’s seen. He’s no stranger to reptiles, and large ones at that, but the one before him is a stunning creature, and his fascination is unbridled.

“Good morning,” he tells her. He offers a hand, smiling at the tickling sensation of her tongue. “I take it you can change back? It’d be awfully inconvenient to have a one-sided conversation.”

Behind him, there’s the creak of floorboards, muffled by the rugs, and Newt makes sure that he doesn’t give any indication to Tina and Yusuf watching for any sign of trouble. Rather, he gives the marvelous creature in front of him the attention she deserves. Whatever she wishes, he’ll go along with, and he conveys it the best he can through his eyes.

He’s rewards for his kindness. Scales turn to skin and it’s a strange sight, mesmerizing even, and Newt can see the battle in the way the body spasms, how the her hands barely manage to take shape until the very last second. The snake-turned-woman is pale-faced and shivering when it’s over. She hugs herself tighter when she meets his eye.

Newt tucks his chin. “There we are.”

Nagini mutters something in French when she and Yusuf answers in kind. She glances at Newt again and, in a small voice, asks, “Why are you interested in me?”

“Tending to magical creatures is my living, you see, and I’ve never met anyone with a blood curse likel yours.” Nagini winces as his words. “I’d like to help, but I’m not sure how. I can give you anything you might need if you’ll tell with me.”

“Anything I need?”

“For when you change.”

Here, Nagini looks anxious. “I always try to stay awake, so I’m not sure what happens. I don’t remember what I want when I’m…”

Newt ponders over this. Perhaps he should reevaluate of her consciousness as a beast; while there is a connection, basic and initially non-threatening, memory loss poses a problem. The best plan of action would be to slowly integrate himself to her as a beast, affiliate himself with a sense of safety, and that would allow him to work with her personally. “I noticed that you prefer small, enclosed spaces with minimal light. I’m sure we can transfigure your room to make you comfortable.”

She glances around the room like a cobbler might the queen’s palace, as out-of-place as a smudge of ash against pristine palace floors. “I’m not used to places like…this.”

Newt nods, understanding. “Not my taste either. I sleep in my workshop more often than naught. Still, better than your old home.”

“That place was not my home,” she says and Newt can’t argue with the finality of her voice. She wipes her nose with her sleeve, timid but not fully broken. Another good sign.

Newt takes notice of her clothes. Despite the days spent in London, she’s still in the rags she came in. Her dress is filthy, but she grips her skirts so tightly that Newt thinks it’s more of a crutch than anything else. “Why don’t you change and I can show you—my case, I mean.”

For once, he’s not the one shying away from eye contact.“I-I don’t have anything else,” Nagini admits in a small voice, her cheek and neck flushing bright red.

“We can ask Theseus if Leta—if she kept some of her things here.” Newt turns back to the duo patiently waiting at the door. Tina nods and goes to fetch his brother.

Newt doesn’t think it’ll be a problem (hopes it won’t), but is nonetheless relieved when Theseus doesn’t put up a fight. He acts like he’s only just waking from a dream that’s held him for days, with his shirt untucked and his hair uncombed. Some hint of understanding peaks through the haze when he sees Nagini and it’s like he’s finally noticing she’s there, that he should be playing host; he shows them Leta’s room, but doesn’t go inside after the women as if he’s barred from it by a spell. He stops Newt from entering as well.

“I need to see if she’s sustained any long term—”

His brother shakes his head and Yusuf is smiling softly. “My friend, while she is cursed to become a beast, she is a woman foremost.”

Newt blushes and lets them direct him to the parlor to wait. When Yusuf is confident that Nagini is in good hands, he sets off to find Jacob so that they can stock the pantries for a decent meal while Newt stares at Theseus as he prepares a drink. They don’t speak and his brother ultimately discards it, sighing.

“I’m fine, you know.”

Newt nods, picking at his nails. They’re really not.

The women come back into the main room and Nagini appears completely changed. She’s cleaner, her hair no longer a tangled mess of knots and Newt recognizes what she’s wearing as the dress Leta wore at the Ministry during his fifth appeal, only it’s tailored for her height. At the misalignment of the top buttons Newt remembers how Tina had once written that she was a poor seamstress compared to Queenie.

“We’ll get you some new clothes soon,” Tina promises, fixing her collar like it’s second nature. She steps back, close enough to Newt that he could reach out and touch her, and frowns at her less-than perfect spellwork.

Newt clears his throat. It’s completely new to be apart of a united front, but he follows Tina’s lead. “I can, um, show you Diagon Alley.”

“I have no money,” Nagini says, embarrassed.

“We’ll take care of that.” Tina’s stubbornly kind. She’s an unmovable pillar of strength and offers all that she has for this wayward soul.

Nagini shakes her head. She looks almost distressed, like it’s all becoming too much for her. Accepting so much charity must be a strange experience for her and that itself is depressing, that one person could live without kindness and care for so long.

“Then just take this then.” Theseus stares at the woman a moment longer than necessary. He makes a noncommittal motion toward Leta’s room. “You can take them all if you want.”

It shouldn’t mean much, merely a compromise to suit both parties, but one look at Nagini and it’s clear that such a notion is more than she expected. She clutches her old dress in her hands like its a string of pearls, crumbling in front of their very eyes.

Newt and Tina rush to her side when she drops to her knees, but Theseus gets there first. He catches her by the elbows and falls with her, wide-eyed at the women suddenly sobbing in his arms. He stares at them for guidance, out of his element, before carefully hugging tighter, like he’s handling a glass figurine that would shatter any second.

“Thank you.”

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