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PART XII. caleb's series

n. it's advisable to read all parts of the series. cw: pseudocest

"to you through the screen"

you, 17 | caleb, 19

you liked to sit by the window when it rained.

and so, caleb knew this even though he was already two cities away for college.

he watched from the tiny screen nestled beneath a textbook on his dorm desk, volume muted, rain flickering on his side of the window too. but instead of the outside world, he watched your world. a quiet living room, soft yellow lighting, and you curled by the window, your knees tucked up, a book in your lap you barely read.

you always looked like you were waiting for something, or maybe someone.

his fingers curled against the desk.

“you’re being weird again,” his roommate had said the other night, waving a hand in front of his face. “staring at your phone like some guy in a long-distance relationship.”

caleb had just smiled. no, he wanted to say. it’s not like that. but also- yes. maybe it was.

you didn’t know why you kept checking your phone these days.

he used to text you constantly stupid things. blurry photos of his late-night ramen, videos of airplanes roaring overhead, voice notes of him humming random songs in the shower. but ever since the semester had gotten harder, the messages slowed.

he still texted sometimes, always when you needed it most.

but what you didn’t know was that caleb always knew when you needed it most.

even now. curled up by the window, you sighed into your sleeves and whispered, "i miss you, gege." not realizing your voice, your sigh, your entire posture - had already been recorded by the hidden mic he installed in your room under the excuse of “upgrading the wifi router.”

he heard you. every time.

he watched you that night when you stayed up too late, when you ignored three calls from some boy named zayne from your physics class. when you stood in front of the mirror and tried on the new cardigan, twirling half-heartedly.

his blood ran hot when you smiled at yourself, even just a little.

and colder when you sighed and folded it away again.

it had started with just one camera, then a tracker in your phone, then a hidden app on your laptop.

he told himself it was for safety. only for safety.

but then he’d started saving your photos, screenshots of you reading, you painting. even the blurry ones from the kitchen cam when you cooked instant noodles at 1am.

he didn’t know what scared him more; how much he missed you, or how much he needed to know you still belonged to him.

on a tuesday night, you left your window open by accident.

and caleb, who hadn’t planned to call you - not when he had an exam in twelve hours - found himself dialing your number anyway.

you picked up in one ring.

“gege?” your voice was laced with surprise. you never expected him anymore. never waited, even though you always did.

“you left the window open again,” he said quietly, the warmth of his voice threading through your speaker like he was there.

you blinked.

“…how did you—?”

he could hear the shuffle of your footsteps, the soft slam of wood, your breath.

he didn’t answer it.

“you’ll catch a cold, pip,” he murmured instead. “it’s late.”

“…i was just thinking.”

“about?”

“…you, gege.”

and there was a pause. his hand tightened around the phone.

“yeah?” his voice lowered.

“mm.” you lay back down on your bed, smile faint. “i miss you.”

he swallowed.

“…i miss you too.”

a pause again.

then, you say- “do you think i’m being silly? always missing you like this?”

caleb’s lips parted. his other hand reached unconsciously to the keyboard, the open tab of your location blinking quietly at the edge of his screen.

how could he tell you? how deeply, violently, possessive he had become. how much he watched, how often he checked.

he didn’t speak for a moment.

then softly, “no. i think it’s perfect.”

“you do?”

“mm. because i miss you the same way.” then quieter- “…maybe even more.”

you went silent. and on his end, the rain kept ticking against the dorm window like a soft metronome.

you didn’t know you were being watched. you didn’t know he had been watching for months. but you did know, deep down, that caleb was still wrapped around you like a ribbon - even if the knot had begun to twist into something you no longer recognized.

“i love you, gege,” you whispered.

and from miles away, with a dozen hidden screens and all the wrong reasons, he whispered back, “i love you more, pipsqueak.”

then slowly, he closed the tab.

but not for long.

because when he tells himself it's just this once, it always ends up being the nth time. when he watches you through the sceen, keeping track of what time you took a shower, he takes his time working himself off down there to the sight of his sweet little girl.

pleasuring himself, watching you, trying to swallow the guilt in his throat while grunting your name in a breathless haze.

it was wrong, yeah.

but he couldn't help his hormones. caleb was a growing man, and he needed to stop the ache especially when he was stressed.

and he found nobody else as pleasant as you. you were the only choice.

so, just this once, this is the last time.

gege promises.

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#TADBITFOOLED - selective, semi-private independent multimuse roleplay blog for BALDUR'S GATE 3. Has 5 custom Tavs and 1 Durge, along with REQUEST ONLY background/side muses. (Google Site under construction for Request Only Muses)

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Below Cut is the summary of my primary six (Tavs + Durge), list of Request Only Background/side muses, and rules

PRIMARY MUSES

BRIZA JAELRE - Drow - 178 years - Ranger - Outlander

Briza was born in the exiled House of Jaelre. She learned how to be a ranger and guard for her house on the surface, but she wouldn't mind some revenge against the ruling houses of Menzoberranzan.

DURANTE FAUST - Tiefling - 28 years - Warlock - Guild Artisan

Abandoned as an infant due to being a tiefling, Durante has made his way as a skilled stone work artisan. But tragedy in life led him to make a deal with an archfey.

FRITS FAREHILL - Halfling - 35 years - Wizard - Sage

A skilled wizard without the acclaim he deserves, Frits works as a researcher for his partner, going out into the field while his partner writes up the papers under his own name.

GWENIFAR VAN HOL - Human - 32 years - Cleric - Sage

After ten years of illness after taking on the burden for her sister with Ilmater's help, Gwenifar became a cleric for Ilmater to find meaning in her life. She has been a Cleric for around ten years based in the Open Hand Temple just outside of Baldur's Gate. She has recently been investigating the possibility of a Loviatan group in the city.

TALILAH BLUETHORN - High Elf - 136 years - Bard - Entertainer

Talilah is the daughter of a sun elf nobleman and a moon elf thief. Her mother raised her in her thieving group disguised as an entertaining troupe, which stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Unfortunately, they crossed the wrong nobleman in Baldur's Gate and Talilah had to work for him to ensure her mother and friends' safety.

TAVINKAS - Half Elf - 70s - Sorcerer - Dark Urge

A man with many demons he fights, trying to figure out who he is and why he is how he is. He knows he needs to stop the urges before they take control of him.

BACKGROUND MUSES:

Aella Dekarios - Younger sister to Gale

Arakhivaen Saliriador - Father of Talilah

Arzan Ancunín - child of Talilah and Astarion for second gen rpers

Chiela Ancunín - younger sister of Astarion

Klaudius Sarrick - Truescar of Loviatar

Kyrirthlila Bluethorn - mother of Talilah

Perun Dekarios - older brother or twin brother of Gale

RULES

This blog is set up as a semi-private roleplay blog, as in I plan on only interacting with mutuals in roleplay threads, but askbox is open to any. I’m not terribly selective about who I follow back. My only restrictions are

No auto-love interests. I prefer doing build ups for that and I enjoy muses falling in love instead of rushing to the in love part.

Please understand I have astigmatisms, so I need to be able to read what you write, as in make sure there’s good contrast. A lot of the time, black backgrounds with thin white font is not something I can read comfortably so I may not even bother with your blog.

BASIC ETIQUETTE

I expect manners from my followers. Do not push me, I have a lot of stuff going on in my life at the moment.

Do not control my muses or have your muse know things about my muse they should not. Do not be too overpowered. Make it fair, let’s roll initiative if we do have a conflict.

Starting OOC drama is a no. If I see it on my dash, I will unfollow and drop any threads we may have. Sorry, but I graduated in ‘09. I don’t have time for that anymore.

INTERACTIONS

My desire is for my primaries to be interacted first and foremost, unless you have approached me with an in depth discussion for one of the background muses.

Some of my background muses will require prior interaction with the primary muse they are tied with, unless there is an exception to that.

SHIPPING

I like shipping. I like discussing potential. What I don’t like is when relationships are assumed or there isn’t prior discussion and interaction. I’m very big on chemistry between characters and roleplayers. So please, let’s chat and interact first.

I’m multiship, I don’t tend to do exclusives. If I do end up doing exclusives, it would be due to having heavily plotted with the other rper and have built up a strong collaborative writing with them. And that takes months for me, so it’s not something that happens often.

My background muses are not open for romantic shipping at this time.

GREETERS, STARTERS, REPLIES

I don’t do greeters for new followers, as they often are stale and get ignored.

I’ll occasionally post starter calls for specific muses. If I do and you like it, expect me to comb over your blog and write at least a paragraph.

For askbox memes and starters, I try to reply to those within 24-48 hours so you know they didn’t get eaten or whatnot. As for replies to starters for me and threads, I throw those into the queue just so there’s some schedule here.

TRIGGERS AND THUS

Tag your nsfw items with a simple tag please. I know tumblr's being a pain, so nsft or usfw works too

I don’t have any major triggers, as I’ve gone to therapy to work through some of them. The color pink is not my friend, though, and if you have a lot of pink in your theme or about your muse, it may take me a little bit to get through the information/get comfortable with them.

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Witch Shit Inventory

DESK: Computer and phone. Personal Telepathy devices. Extremely addictive and Extremely powerful.  Right up there with the Most important Grimoire.

Polished Carnelian x2 – Literally my Favorite Rock, and another almost as good

Miniature Dice set

Smooth orange stone from Saudi Arabia

Wooden Clockwork Dog

Alicorn and Narwhal Stickers given to me by another witch

7 Containers of Brain Skittles

A lego Centurian

White Safety Pin

Razor Blade

Tweezers

Nail Clippers

Post-it note pads

Hand carved Bone Salmon Talisman to Loki

Sewing Table, which itself has two leaves that fold out to become BIG:

One sewing machine

Over 300 buttons of various sizes

1 bluetooth speaker

Sewing machine care and use manual

One white pigeon feather

Black Leather box containing buckles grommets and other miscellaneous pins

Head Pins

Seam ripper

Thread scissors

An Expired ID that is still a legally valid document in the state of WA

Art and wall pictures, including dragon mask, fan and Tiger wood cut

Window Shelf:

Tea Tins and several empty bottles

Milk Glass Chicken box, containing two emeralds, a piece of sea glass and a plastic bead

Bottle dried salvia Flowers

Bottle Dried peony blossoms

Bottle dried Yarrow Flowers

Bottle dried Chamomile flowers and seeds

A Green Crushed Velvet Fascinator

Bottle Dried Money Plant Seed Pods

Numerous polished stones, small

One round lump of Okinawan Granite

A blue glass jar that I Dug Up Containing a Blue plastic Kangaroo I found in the parking lot after I enlisted in the military in 2015 and several Pins from conventions

Small paperwasp nest

Dancing Ganesha Statue

Two flakes of Alaskan Shale

Several wind polished stones from Saudi Arabia

2 Okinawan guardian lion-dog statuettes

1 jar of the BEST marbles, including one with Daemeon’s Proper Name on it.

Pinkie Pie Pez Dispenser (empty)  ☹

1 Green Luck Care-Bear Figurine

1 silver plastic box containing the silver loop earrings I used to wear

In the Floor:

One large circular rug, blue, with moon and sun motif.

5 tall candles (think the kind they use at catholic mass)

Two lighters and two menorah candles

Two tarot decks I made myself

An Art Deco Turtle lamp that needs a new bulb

A tiny box shelf with no current contents

Floor pillow

That amazing Bone and dead creature mobile I got for Christmas

A book of Faery Tales from Italy

The Back Half of the ORACLE

The Quan Yin Oracle (Cringe)

A book called “The Women who Run with the Wolves” which is DEFINITELY Problematic to say the least…  But from a different time, and makes a very formative point about Stories.

Oh, dear a lot of cards I still have not sent to people…

The Poop tracker and Food Diary

The Big Paper Pad with Current musings

Buddha

My Cult Notebook

A Complete Military Uniform

A Kombucha Kit

A Bag of Foreign Coins

A Mushroom Grow Kit

A FUCKTON of Seeds

Tape.

Several kinds of string.

Hundreds of pens, markers, colored pencils and crayons in jars.

A miniature kaleidoscope

Blank index cards

A Wooden Nickel with the words “Shit Show” on the front

The remains of several stationery kits, and envelopes

Organizational tabs and stickies

Range Rated Hearing Protection

Hanging from a dead tree:

4 Glass baubles in blue, purple and brown

A strand of Halloween beads

A Travel talisman with “Wyn” and “Nyd” on opposite sides

A Blown Glass witch’s Ball

A Costume Jewelry Emerald more than an inch long

A silver pocket watch owned by my Grandfather

A Plastic Lei

A Pouch Made out of a Turtle Shell

A Tiny ceramic vial with a Celtic Tree on the front

A tiny butterfly watch I bought in Korea

An Evil Eye Talisman I bought in Qatar

Window Shelf the second:

2 Tiger butter Orchids, one about to Bloom

Closet Contents:

Fabric Given to me by both of my Mothers

Full Military Service Dress

Messenger Bag

Many uncomfortable shoes

Old idea maps

Coyote tail belt

Squirrel hide mandala

Maple staff carved with Runes

A Katana gifted in Perfect Love

A bull whip

A hand made Botanical Field Press And Critters and Creatures, this is just my Office….

Chapter 1: City of Tomes

Week 1: Check Inventory

You're trapped in the City of Tomes - for the time being. While you're here you need money. What do you have on hand that could help you track rare books?

Quest: Take inventory of all magical tools and ingredients you have on hand. Note whether each tool needs maintenance, and if you're running low on any supplies.

Don't forget to pay special attention to your divination tools. You'll be relying on them the most to find those rare books.

Reward: 5xp, unlock: Inventory Sheet, unlock action: Leave Bedroom

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i'd like to show you why scorpions got a sting

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The Big Bad Wolf ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Warnings: A bit angsty at first, but otherwise it’s very fluffy 

Words: 5092 

Taglist: @thelastemzy​ @kpopgirlbtssvt @a-avaunce @college-is-coming​ @alecvolturiswifeforever​ @broskibowser​ @volturidoll13​ @raindancer2004​

Summary: 

Part 1: Little Red Riding Hood   Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have  Part 4: And They Have Lived Happily Ever After 

Demetri ponders why his mate doesn’t seem to feel what he feels, tries to plan ahead, and makes an important promise to the one person he can no longer be without. 

What did she dream of?

When her face scrunched like that. When her body twisted like it was trying to escape or flee or maybe curl closer? When her lips moved but no discernible noise escaped them. When she sighed contentedly.

What did she dream of?

When her fingers clenched into thick wool. When her cheek rubbed the same fabric. When vibrant eyes fluttered behind closed lids.

What did she dream of?

He still had no answer despite years of watching her – at least that was how it felt. He could vividly recreate her face in his mind, from the soft curve of her jaw that gave her face that classic oval shape the Swan Sister’s shared to the iridescence of those big Y/E/C eyes. In reality, he simple hadn’t stopped staring since she sort of collapsed into him, her exhausted body no longer capable of keeping her upright once he used the advantages fate had bestowed upon him to try and calm her from her obviously terrified state. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he blamed her, being afraid of her current situation. The moment she had stepped on the plane his mate had been subject to stares, the probing and malicious kind of looks that only those who thought they were above you could really give. Those looks gave way to open shock and clear, intense dislike when Demetri ushered her into the small booth of the Private Jet, the one reserved for the Higher Guard only.

To add to her worry, Aro had drifted over before long to discuss her change, Caius’s open dislike for her enough to make it clear only Demetri seemed to be overly bothered about whether or not she could endure the transformation. He was determined to make it so, bargaining for at least a night of sleep since the poor thing looked so drained. Her sister was pale it was true but there was something about the bags under her eyes that didn’t sit well with him. Alone, afraid, his mate looked nothing like the strong woman who had spoken out against the injustice her family were facing, and he would have devoted every last inch of himself to seeing her smile if only the timing was right. But he had scared her to, hadn’t he? His reaction to what was obviously a very upsetting scar of all things…

It was the principle of the thing! To think someone else’s venom had entered her bloodstream, that someone else had tasted the alluring wine lingering in her veins! The thought had driven him to near madness as most other things about her had that day. It had started off quite gently, as the mate pull should be he supposed. Her scent had made him pause, watching from a distance as she spied on them with no real idea of the consequences it held for either of them, breathing her in one deep inhale at a time as he tried to figure out why the scent was so alluring – then recoiling in surprise when he realised it was because it was all his favourite scents rolled into something unique and tantalising on the tongue. Curiosity had been the first major emotion, itching at his brain, and when Aro’s impatience had forced him to reveal himself to her, it had been quiet, reverent awe that came next.

Awe that he could have the privilege to gaze upon a creature so lovely, from the red tinge to her cold skin to the soft waves of hair that almost begged him to run his fingers through it. The moment he had dared meet her gaze the world calmed, like a storm had brewed and raged within him without him ever noticing until that moment. There was nothing and no one, not a sound or a directive that could have moved him for the seconds it took the mate pull to thrum in the back of his mind, slowly beginning the momentous task of realigning every instinct and every fibre of his being to her, making her the focal point of his existence. This experience was supposed to be sweet and slow, yet watching her wilt under Aro’s stare, knowing the danger she was in, had only sped it up, fate intervening to ensure he protected what was his so he didn’t lose it too soon. The moment his Master leaned forward he knew well his intentions, and Demetri couldn’t honestly recall what happened next since his body had took the lead and given his mind a backstage pass to watch the show from afar.

“You’ve been out of sorts since you met her. Is the pull that strong or is there something more at play here?” Felix asked, a low murmur that only their little booth would hear. Though they made no effort to be friendly his friends had, at the very least, kept their conversations at a more human volume so she would not be left out. Even if she did not take part in their discussions she was not excluded from them. Demetri reflexively tightened his grip, still unable to move his eyes from her for even a moment. He still felt like he was on high alert, like he was waiting for the enemy to come crashing in at any moment and take her from his grasp.

“Yes Demetri do tell, you’ve fawned over her like one might an infant.” Jane looked thoroughly amused at his discomfort and he made a mental note to pay her back for it later…when he could think straight. Every now and then, she would inhale deeply, curling tighter into the cloak he had wrapped around her before she had practically fallen into his lap, pressing tighter to his body as he held her close. He couldn’t understand it himself. Instinctually she knew, her body just…knew, surely? His scent, his presence, it had calmed her as it should. If her body knew to react to this bond, then why couldn’t her mind process it? Did she actually feel anything? Did she not have any of the confusing, intense emotion that he felt?

No…no it had to be the bite. That stupid, stupid bite. He couldn’t stop seeing it in his mind’s eye. She didn’t feel like his, that was the problem. He held her in his arms and she had come with him willingly but she wasn’t his, not till he erased that venom and replaced it with his own.

“Alec…I have a rather large favour to ask you.” He said finally, looking up at him. The boy tilted his head, silently studying the tracker before he nodded once.

“Then ask.” He invited. Even now he had to fight to keep his gaze on Alec, his eyes already itching to look back down and watch her expressions shift as she dreamed. It would be the last dream she ever had. He hoped it was a pleasant one.

“I need someone with me Alec, I cannot turn her alone…I suspect they know that, that that is my punishment for my disobedience on the battlefield earlier. I would have no one else do it anyway but…Alec if I cannot stop myself, please, I beg you stop me.” Demetri implored quietly. Alec seemed surprised at the intensity of the agony that was conveyed in his eyes. Demetri couldn’t really have explained it either, but every thread of his existence was tied so inextricably to her’s in the space of a few short hours that all he knew was that to lose her would be to lose himself. It had all happened so fast it was dizzying, but slowly the fog was clearing and his way out of this mess was clear. Turn his mate, ensure her safety throughout her newborn year, then they were both home free having proven their loyalty to one another and their coven – whether Y/N was there by a deal or by choice.

“Wouldn’t my gift be more effective at dissuading you?” Jane wondered.

“It would also be a wonderful way of ensuring I bite down and pull her throat out with my teeth.” Demetri pointed out, flinching slightly at the grotesque mental image.

“I can strip your taste. You would not want to keep feeding as it would feel pointless then.” Alec said finally. It was as close to an agreement as Demetri knew he would get and he nodded his gratitude as the jet began to descend. She stirred multiple times, his little human struggling to return to slumber each time she awoke as they moved between the landing strip and the Castle, something not even the warm embrace of his cloak could cure. She was blazing like a fire in his arms but seemed content with the temperature, dozing on his shoulder and then his bed after he left her cocooned there. Since she liked the warm, he made sure to stoke the fire before showering. He stayed under the warm water a long time, mind swirling with a number of burgeoning thoughts he couldn’t seem to shift.

His mate was right in the other room and yet she felt so far away from him. His whole life had changed drastically in the blink of an eye, and the price he was paying felt far too high. Her life was quite literally at stake, hanging in the balance where the only thing stopping the momentum from tipping too far to the wrong side was his self-control. Demetri had only ever bitten with the intent to feed, never feeling compelled to create company given he had never been a nomad and alone. Did he even have the self-control for this? The thought plagued him because that was his punishment, and he knew he had to endure for the sake of Y/N and himself. To lose her would be to condemn himself, yet with Chelsea on their side he was sure if Aro still felt he was of use he would never escape that particular torment.

By the time he had stepped out, dried and changed into something comfier than his official battle uniform, Y/N had slipped out of his cloak to curl up in front of the fire instead. With a pillow trapped between her chest and her knees, she hugged them close and stared into the flames, face half-covered by fabric and eyes red rimmed. It wasn’t difficult to smell the salt lingering on the damp fabric and understand what had happened in his absence. Oh, how his heart broke…

“I thought you were sleeping.” He said. She jumped, furiously wiping at her eyes before she somewhat relaxed again into her original position. She had tied her hair back now, long Y/H/C waves messily scraped into a bun that hadn’t managed to capture every strand. He felt another painful pinch in his chest when she refused to look at him.

“I don’t really sleep.” She mumbled. Demetri frowned slightly, inching closer to test her boundaries. She didn’t say anything, merely let him slip ever so slowly until he was sitting beside her, his knees drawn up so he could rest his forearms on them – and keep his feet away from the fire. They sat in silence for a long while, Demetri counting every painful minute in his head as they ticked by, moments with his mate draining away like sand in an hourglass he could never get back. Why was it so hard to talk to her? Every time he opened his mouth he closed it again almost immediately, not knowing if something he said might set her off or upset her more. What did she speak about to others’? So much to learn and so little time till she was lost to the thirst for a while…

“Forgive me, for the way I acted when we returned to your home. It was…selfish.” He settled on that, a safe enough topic he supposed given it was the only real experience they had shared together.

“Yeah, it was.” she couldn’t seem to bring herself to speak any louder than a mumble. Demetri grimaced a little bit, staring into the fire dejectedly.

“I spoke without thinking, reacted without really thinking either, about the pain that wound must have caused you.” He continued.

“I’ve felt worse pain.” She frowned deeply and Demetri couldn’t help but flinch.

“Such as?” he asked, though the sense of foreboding growing in his gut told him he already knew the answer, deep down. Y/N looked furious with him then, her big eyes turning on him with so much hostility he could have sworn she might have actually won if she lunged to fight him in that moment. The anger and upset that radiated from her bled into him, seeping through the cracks in his calm façade and piercing his unbeating heart. He would have given anything to remove that look from her face, that pain in her chest.

“Such as? Such as! Are you aware that you’ve just taken me away from my family, the people I love, without even letting me say goodbye? Do you even comprehend how much I don’t want to be here? That the only reason I am is because you and me are supposed to be this miraculous soulmate story incarnate when the reality is the only thing you feel for me is utter disgust?” she snapped. Demetri wasn’t certain she knew for a fact she was crying, or how much her words wounded him, but he couldn’t keep the offense off of his face. It was a mortal blow to his ego and his pride, his character as a man, yet as furious as he wanted to be with her he still couldn’t bring himself to be. She was young and hurting, deeply wounded and trying to create a chasm between them where fate wouldn’t allow it to exist in an effort to deal with that hurt.

“I do not feel disgust for you nor was it my choice to bring you here! You made a deal with Aro knowing full well the terms which you were agreeing to. You are the reason you are here Y/N, and so long as you choose to stay with me my every effort will be expended into protecting you from yourself. Foolish girl, can you not see he has us both trapped? That we are both being punished here? My own disobedience may have sped up the arrival of your fate but it is one you readily signed yourself over to.” he hissed.

He hated it. The revulsion boiled and writhed in his gut as he ground his teeth together, his mind buzzing with a thousand other angry words he forced back down his throat lest he make things worse. None of this was right. He shouldn’t be arguing with her like this. They should be happy, shouldn’t they? Happy as everyone else who was lucky enough to find their mate…shouldn’t they?

“I don’t have a choice, and neither did you,” She reminded him, “or clearly you would have chosen less damaged goods.” The air between them was polluted with their anger, their grief, and yet…her voice wavered. The sentence itself was so wrong but the tone of her voice, the way her hand moved to her throat, that pinched expression that suggested she was tortured by her own insecurities, was really what gave it away. How could he be angry at her now? With a drawn out sigh, Demetri scooted slightly closer and turned himself toward her, scrutinising her side profile.

Y/N closed her eyes, no doubt sensing his gaze and wishing it would leave her skin. He reminded himself she was fragile, that his little human would shatter easily under too forceful a touch, and drew his finger beneath her eye with such care it barely touched her skin and did little to remove the tears he wished he could wipe away. They had started all wrong, but it didn’t mean they had to continue the same way. Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe it was the wrong time, but he needed her to know it was something he could move past. He needed her to know that she wasn’t damaged goods, that she wasn’t something he regretted or felt the need to change – at least not in that way.

His fingers clasped around her wrist, afraid to grip too hard but ever so careful in the way he pulled her palm from her throat. Demetri closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to her temple as she froze up beneath him, feeling the icy tips of his fingers brush her delicate throat. Her pulse hammered beneath the pads of his fingers, blood rushing beneath her paper-thin flesh…

“Relax, trust me.” He whispered, tracing the indents of teeth in hardened flesh. He didn’t feel quite so angry about it this time, though he couldn’t say he was thrilled by it either. Demetri exhaled slowly, held his breath, and dipped his head a little lower.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, jerking her head backward. She didn’t move out of his grip though and there was the slightest hint of fear on her face. Demetri shook his head.

“I will not harm you,” he vowed, moving slowly so as to give her time to move away again, “You are not broken goods Y/N, and the way I see it I _did _choose you, though not consciously perhaps not consciously. Your very soul reached out to mine and I accepted what I knew would be best for me. You were never a choice, you were a necessity.” His bold words had left her utterly stunned and she didn’t fight him at all as he placed his lips over the marred flesh of her throat. He placed two kisses against that scar that brought them so much pain, just two, but it was enough to set them on the right path this time. Demetri pulled his head back, watching her carefully as she stared at him in utter astonishment. His head had cleared, his mind set right; he had never been as certain about anything in his life as he was about Y/N, whether the rest of the world was against them or not.

“But you said…you said your only hope was to…” she looked so confused in that moment it almost made him swoon. How adorable she was when her nose scrunched like that! He could watch the expression all day, but she needed an answer.

“What I said remains true, I have every plan to change you in the same way in the hopes I might not have to remind myself another ever dared lay a hand on you, but there will be contingencies to ensure I do not fail and you are safe. All that matters to me now is that I succeed in this endeavour.” He confessed, settling back against the sofa’s edge once more with a quiet sigh. The silence that followed was far more comfortable than the first one, something more companiable in the air between them. He was pleased she scooted a little closer to him so they could watch the flames together, their crackling no longer drowned out by the exchange of angry words. He wanted to ask her a thousand more questions, get to know her, but there would be time enough for that later on. For now he wished only to bask in this silent moment where things felt more right between them than they had since they met.

“They’re hoping you’ll kill me, aren’t they?” her quiet voice broke that silence a few hours later, as the sun was starting to set in the sky and night fell over Volterra. She was running out of time and Demetri wasn’t sure when that had begun to bother him to this extent, but the room was going to feel so empty without her heartbeat to fill the quiet.

“Yes. I believe that that is my punishment to endure for my disobedience.” He agreed, voice equally as quiet as he turned to look at her. He couldn’t remember when she had placed her head against his shoulder, but she lifted it now to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong though, I did, my mouth got us both in trouble.” She frowned. Demetri chuckled ruefully.

“Your mouth will get you into trouble for a while yet I believe, but my own impudence in placing myself between you and Master Aro was equally as displeasing to them. I wilfully subordinated your sentencing in front of many witnesses outside of our coven, after all.” He grimaced. He would change nothing about that moment, he had decided, not when it brought him so tangibly close to forever with his mate. It was right within his grasp now, an eternity of being fulfilled, happy, of having a purpose beyond the walls he once held so dear – he had something new to protect.

“So…they want to punish us both then…and being an out of control newborn is only going to make it worse for both of us.” She mused, though she didn’t seem in the least bit concerned. In fact, if Demetri had to guess, she was rather looking forward to the chance to raise a little hell within their walls. He was as worried and exasperated by the idea as he was amused by it.

“Indeed it just might, though I promise not to let you get too out of hand.” He nudged her lightly with his arm and she giggled, the sound absolutely melodious to his ears. He almost begged her to do it again purely so he had a better chance to commit it to memory, something to keep him company while she endured the change and reminded him of the better times to come. Finally, it felt like he had done something right…now he just had to keep that sweet smile in place.

“You promise huh? Way I see it, its a bit us vs them right now isn’t it? If they can be so unfair to you of all people…” she trailed off. Demetri felt his own smile fall slightly, his expression somewhat vacant as he pondered the accusation. In truth he did feel somewhat betrayed. Chelsea had actually threatened the Masters’ when she first brought home Afton and they wanted him killed, yet she received no punishment, so why had he? He was protecting what was rightfully his after all, someone he could never be truly happy without again. What was so wrong about it?

“Us and them…”he echoed, the thought both perturbing and…thrilling. She hummed, suddenly pushing up onto her knees beside him, eyes alight with fierce determination.

“You’re making a lot of promises but there’s nothing to say you’ll keep them so…lets make a real promise, right now.” She instructed. His eyebrows rose slightly.

“In my day and age when a man gives his word it is an ironclad contract little one, the breaking of which eroded his position in society and status as a man.” He replied slightly insulted. Her head tilted.

“Well we’re not in the Bible era anymore so…” she shot him a devilish grin as he snorted and feigned an offended expression, “It’s a real simple promise. Since we’re supposed to be the next Gomez and Morticia, and we’re clearly the only ones willing to see if that can work out, then I say we promise right now it’ll always be us against them. Hell, it’ll be us against the world if we need it to be. Whatever we do…we back each other up.” She proposed, offering her hand to him. Y/N extended her pinky but left her other fingers curled in, and Demetri wasn’t too sure what exactly was expected of him as he mulled over her words.

They felt right. Wasn’t this what the mate bond was supposed to be? Someone to always support you? Protect you? Someone to always have your back? If not his mate then who? Maybe the Masters’ who would so readily forsake his happiness weren’t the best choice of allies…

“Though I do not know what half of your speech actually meant, I can promise you this. Whatever we do, we back each other up.” He agreed, offering her his hand in the hopes she’d guide him through this next part. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he had any clue what was so different about this handshake and how it was any more significant than any other, but as she looped her pinky through his and shook his hand he couldn’t help but smile. With a firm nod and a sharp exhale, she suddenly reached down and pulled her jumper off with a flourish, revealing an expanse of pale skin and a wonderfully bright blue lace bra Demetri struggled to look away from as he choked on the air he was breathing.

“Okay so first step, you turn me.” She seemed completely unbothered by her partial nakedness, even when he struggled to stop the venom pooling in his mouth and his fingers from reaching out to drag her closer. She looked entirely confident in him and though he wanted to be flattered Demetri had his mind on very different matters in that moment.

“I – you –  Alec is going to- to help.” He choked out, eyes wide and completely fixed to her chest. She visibly lost some confidence then, a beautiful, vibrant shade of red painting her cheeks as her arms came up to cross her chest with a squeak.

“O-oh. I…I th-think I need a shirt then?” she sounded almost as strained as he felt and with a quick nod he dashed to his closet to find her something appropriate. He dutifully kept his head turned away while she buttoned up one of his shirts. When she cleared her throat to let him know he could look again she was still blushing brightly, and Demetri managed a slightly strained smile.

“So er…Alec’s room is just down the hall, er…shall we?” he asked, offering her his hand.

“No need, I heard my name and decided to drop in.” Alec’s voice was smooth as ever but there was an underlying hint of mischief there that made Demetri tense, and it wasn’t until after the deed was done that he dared speak his mind.

“How much did you see, Alec?” he didn’t risk looking at him, not wanting to see the shit-eating smirk he was sure was going to be on Alec’s face. He focused instead on cleaning the blood from her skin and ensuring she was comfortably resting upon his sheets. She started to twitch a bit, a pained grunt escaping here and there as Alec’s mist retreated from them.

“What I did or didn’t see is of no consequence…though I think you’re in for an interesting life if she’s as willing to undress herself for you after the change as she was before it.” His cackling could be heard down the hall as he fled from the room before Demetri could hit him, the tracker closing his eyes and counting to ten before deciding he could let it go for now. He had much bigger things to attend to after all. He had never been one to fuss too much over little things, but suddenly the sheets on the bed were not tucked in enough, the curtains letting in too little or too much light, the air in the room too stale and then too full of scents when he opened the window. There was no such thing as perfection and yet, as she burned, Demetri strived for it.

It felt worth it though, when she finally opened her eyes. It was rather amusing to him to watch her take it all in, the thousands of different smells and the way they tasted in the air, the shimmer of her skin, the speed with which she had sat up and moved. Demetri almost envied her when she finally locked eyes with him, the minute way the vivid red irises widened and the soft gasp that escaped through parted lips telling him she too had felt that momentous pull realigning her entire being with his own – he wished he could experience it again. She approached him with such caution it was almost comical, and Demetri was the one to reach for her first. She jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed into it, letting him hold her hand and squeeze lightly.

“This feeling…”she whispered, her own voice startling her with the musical notes it now contained. Her fingertips traced soothing patterns against his palm and Demetri held back a contented sigh, too enamoured with watching her explore the new feelings and beginning to understand his position in all of this.

“Intense?” he guessed, lifting his free hand to push back some of her hair. The slightest of scars remained where he hadn’t quite managed to cover Riley’s teeth marks with his own, but the majority of it was gone, sealed over with the same venom that had stopped her heart and ensured she would hand the organ and all it contained to him. She nodded distractedly, following his hand with her head until he caved and cupped her cheek tenderly with a low chuckle. His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly, his heart bursting in his chest. She had done it, his mate had defied them all with a little help and now…now there was nothing more for them to do than enjoy eternity.

“Is it forever?” she asked innocently, looking up at him through her lashes. Demetri pulled up the hand that was holding hers, lacing his fingers through her own and leaning down to press his forehead to hers.

“Always and forever little one, it’s us against the world.” He promised. Their noses brushed as her head tilted, pushing forward and pulling back as if trying to decide if she should or not. Demetri decided for her, meeting her halfway and letting their lips meet in the first of many sweet kisses to come. He had never tasted her blood thanks to Alec, but he was sure now that if the boy had failed at his task he certainly would not have been able to stop and his mate would not have been standing before him, sweet and alive and willingly walking into his embrace. The taste of her was sublime, addictive even, and he knew he’d never tire of kissing her. Though she’d need to learn to be a little more careful with him first.

A/N: Usually I wouldn’t do this but I tried a few new things here today I’d like some feedback on please! How do you like the taglist? Should I keep it? Add anyone to it? Take anyone off it? And how do you like the idea of a gif or a picture (when I can find them) to brighten up the post a bit? All that’s left to do now is rejig my Masterlist a bit...Thanks for reading folks. 

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Season 2- Victor and MC- Chapter 4 & 5 (Eng Translation)- Part 3

⌚Warning:⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a chapter that is yet to release in the global server. Don't continue under the cut if you don't wish to be spoiled!(◍•ᴗ•◍)

✧✧ PART 1 || PART 2

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✧ [CH 4-12] ✧

At BS office: With the help of her subordinates, MC is working on gathering information on Lu Kang, and the mysterious man in black. But the tracker she left on him lost its signal after some time, so the investigation has reached an dead-end for now.

It's also the day Victor will be released from the hospital. So, MC goes to pick him up.

He has changed out of his hospital gown, and returned to his suit and leather shoes.

I sigh inwardly, though Victor has always been very busy, but recently he seems to have become even busier.

MC: You've just been discharged from hospital, don't you want to go home and rest?

Victor: It's not like I was really hospitalized. Besides, I remember that you still have something to report to me.

MC: Now I understand that being a CEO is really not easy.

Victor: If you really want to be considerate of others, improve the quality of your work.

I tilt my face up, and pat my bag while looking at him.

MC: So where does CEO Victor want to test the quality of my work?

Victor: Go to LFG.

-

MC notes that Victor gets in his work mode™ as soon as he enters LFG LOL

MC reports Victor about her findings that Lu Kang once lost a lawsuit against LFG and seemed to hold LFG responsible for the bankruptcy.

Victor explains that the deal with Lu Kang's company didn't proceed because they were found secretly making false accounts and such doings will eventually lead to plummeting. LFG never did or neither do they need to persecute anyone for business competition, and it'll bring more trouble than benefits anyway.

I scrutinize the sharp air exuding from his eyebrows, and can't help but mutter under my breath.

MC: Victor, you've always been so decisive and swift in action. Haven't you made more or less some enemies?

[Note: MC uses the idiom "雷厉��行" which literally translates to- passing like thunder and moving like wind.]

Victor: When there are interests involved, even if you do nothing, there will be enemies. The rules of the game are inherently cruel, and to have people who want to put some tricks to use, is quite ordinary.

MC gives Victor another report which she compiled based on Lu Kang's memory.

MC points out- the lawsuit incident was a while ago and it shouldn't be the reason he attacked Victor. She assumes-- it has something to do with the "game" that was mentioned in his memory many times. Lu Kang and the young man who partnered in the game probably tried to escape halfway, and they were killed because of the "no escapee rule."

Victor takes MC's reasoning under consideration, and specifically points out that all the victims of the murders are Evolvers. MC expresses her assumption that it could be because the authority of the game has some hidden agenda.

We glance at each other, and once again each sink into reflecting on the matter.

After a while, Victor picks up the last page of the report, and flips through it.

Victor: The trail for that killer is broken?

MC: Yes, should be. We suspect that he threw away the tracker.

Victor looks at the contents of the report repeatedly, then presses it on the table, and taps his fingertips on the last spot tracked by the tracker.

Victor: This place, you've only checked the public webpage. So the trail is not completely broken yet. Let them use the internal channels to investigate again. Don't waste the first-level authority I gave you.

Victor raises his eyes and looks at me, then puts the report back in my hand.

MC: Do I need to investigate that game altogether?

Victor: No need. I will send someone specialized to investigate. Remember, everything you just said is only a conjecture.

Victor: Without my permission, do not voluntarily investigate in private.

MC: Yes, BOSS.

The worries that have been clogging up in my chest for days, finally dissipates in several degrees. Even if I sympathized with Lu Kang, this action to get back at someone is never the right thing to do.

MC: Fortunately, this car accident is not related to the Evolver assassination. Just as I said, who would be so courageous, that he dares to pick a fight with CEO Victor?

Victor: The "bodyguard" is finally relieved?

MC: Relieved!

Victor: Go back when you feel relieved. Start concentrating on your task next week.

I grab the report, preparing to leave, just then Victor calls me again. I look back, and see that he seems to have sent a message to someone.

He halts for a moment, then stands up with one hand propped on the tabletop, his deep gaze falling on my face.

Victor: Thank you for these few days.

I stare blankly at him for a while, and quickly perk up with an even bigger smile.

MC: No need to be polite, Mr. Victor. Just let me book a free pudding from Souvenir!

I turn around at Victor's momentary expression of helplessness, running out of the office like a wisp of smoke.

Ever since confirming his safety, I feel that every time we see each other, it all becomes much more relaxed.

Behind the current life, there are still bubbling up unsettling factors in motion.

But precisely because things being as such, is what makes me want to cherish the rare tranquility all the more.

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✧ [4-13] ✧

Just a moment after walking out of the LFG building, I suddenly remember that I've forgotten one thing, and rush back to the lobby.

After talking to the administrative staff at the front desk, I dial Victor's number.

Victor: Hello?

MC: Victor, I forgot one thing just now. To congratulate you on your 'discharge', I've prepared a small gift for you. The staff will deliver it for me later.

Victor: ....I've said I wasn't really hospitalized. What are you up to again?

MC: Just treat it as a blessing. You must accept it! That's all.

Victor: Hold on.

MC: Is there anything else?

Victor: Help me think of a name.

MC: What kind of name? A kitten, a puppy or a relative's child?

Victor: ....Common name, male.

MC: Why are you asking this all of a sudden?

Victor: Because your imagination is comperatively rich.

What kind of answer is this...

I complain inwardly, but still give it a serious thought.

MC: Let me think. How about this one!

(Players get to choose a name from the three options)

Victor: What kind of strange name is that...

Victor's helpless sigh comes from the other end of the phone.

Victor: Never mind. I shouldn't have had any expectations. I'll accept your gift. That's all.

After hanging up the call, I'm still a little baffled by the request.

He abruptly asked me to help think of a name, and also a male's name. Could it be that he is going to use it himself?

Could it be that there is something that requires a disguised identity?

But does he even need to disguise.... aren't the six letters "Victor" the best pass in itself.

Anyway, the name I gave him off the top of my head, he definitely won't use it.

I shake my head, my train of thoughts returning to the gift I've left behind just a moment ago, and can't help but look forward to it.

I wonder when the Victor of now receives this gift, what will the expression on his face be like?

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✧[POV back to Victor's office]✧

Closing the last document, Victor leans into his chair, gently pinching his brows.

Opening his eyes, the pink-colored gift box on the corner of the table enters his line of sight again. The lofty color seems to be urging him to open it as soon as possible.

Victor unwraps the box, and inside lies a round Shiba Inu doll, appearing a little old.

He wrinkles his eyebrows, takes it out, and sees a small folded note also being pressed onto the bottom of the box.

He patiently unfolds the note again, the carefully and neatly written calligraphy greets his eyes.

Victor: (reading the note) "Congratulations on your 'recovery,' and here's a small gift for you. This is the doll that has accompanied me for many years. I wish you well and hope you're happy." - MC

Victor: ....Childish.

Victor subconsciously says a word, and falls silent again.

Unknowingly why, but he always feels that he's somewhat familiar with this scene, but he also can't amalgamate the impression any further.

Even just the silly Shiba-Inu doll on the table, brings him a trace of intimacy.

[Note: This is the same Shiba-Inu doll MC's dad gifted her as a kid, and she gave it to Victor in S1 "Rooftop Date," when she wanted to comfort him realizing how much he misses his departed mom.]

It seems as if, ever since meeting her and getting acquainted with each other, this strange feeling often arises.

Is it because she has an Evol associated with memories?

But again, Victor is also very clear that her Evol doesn't have effect on himself.

Or is that, it's simply owing to her?

Victor blankly stares at the doll for a while, and by the time he circles back to his senses, it's already somewhat late.

He pulls open a locked drawer next to his desk, puts the doll inside, and catches a glimpse of the document marked with a sharp " S " symbol underneath.

"Illegal psychoactive drugs", " CORE", "has the potential to stimulate Evol"...

Several eye-catching keywords are marked in red, even in the twilight, which are still clearly identifiable.

The information the girl has reported to him once again surfaces in Victor's mind.

She has organized it very meticulously, but after reading it all thoroughly, the dense fog before his eyes hasn't dispersed.

Those layers of crisscrossing threads seems to have already involved all the parties, standing in different positions, making the situation chaotic.

And all these disputes still ultimately point to the same source--

BLACK SWAN CORE.

When it's all said and done, is this situation because everyone is eager to obtain it, or is there an unknown force hiding in the depository, pulling the strings?

There are still numerous issues that needs to be resolved, and one can not always watch the fire burning across the river.

Victor locks the drawer, and glances at the clock on the wall.

The phone rings at the right time, it's an encrypted email from BS.

Mail: "BOSS, as per your requirements, the relevant information has been sent to the other party."

Victor simply knocks down a reply, gets up and puts on his jacket, preparing to leave.

A pile of events is connected into a ring, and each angler, too, is bait for another.

He is looking forward to what kind of prey can be hooked this time.

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✧ [CH 4-15] ✧

Victor meets Lucien at the research center, who hands him the report of a research.

Victor says the results are clear but Lucien says they only confirmed their guesses, and that CORE has been the focus of everyone after Evol was publicized, but there are perhaps other things affecting the world. Lucien asks if Victor feels that the world is not quite right and that every civilization circulates within a box, the time they have is likely more limited than expected.

Victor says it depends on how an individual views the matter, there's no need to pre-determine an outcome.

Lucien asks Victor if he believes he'll be able to get out of the box. Victor replies, "Not believe, it's a must."

After Victor gets in the car, he receives an email: "Dear Mr. [the name MC chose for him earlier], thank you for your support towards Hunter Games."

The rest of the email is basically explaining the rules of the game.‶

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✧ [Victor scene in CH 5] ✧

Victor is returning from a business trip. After giving Goldman some instructions, he glances out of the window of the helicopter. Even though everything is peaceful, to him something always seems amiss.

He receives an email containing only one word, "Advanced." His expression doesn't change much since he already expected this outcome. The mail disappears, and he taps on another anonymous email with the instructions- He'll be entering the betting venue in 15 minutes and he should get prepared.

When the helicopter is about to land on the LFG rooftop, he glances out of the window once again and observes the people of the city living their day to day peaceful lives.

The noise-reduction headset cuts out the sound of the outside world, but the mere information sent back to him by his vision, is sufficient to prove the tranquility of the world before his eyes.

The helicopter lands. He settles some works with the staff.

Victor raises his hand to look at his watch, the gray clouds being reflected on the dial, slightly blurs the trajectory of the clock hands.

In a split second, along with lowering his arm, an inconspicuous red light suddenly streaks across the dial.

There's still ten minutes to enter the "betting venue".

The staff turns around, walking towards the elevator, cold wind blows on Victor's face, fluttering the hem of his coat.

Somewhere directly opposite, a small cross hair has always been aiming at the position of his heart.

??: "Code L" elimination plan in progress, target locked.

A second before the trigger is squeezed tightly, the person behind the lens suddenly lifts up, raises his head, looking straight into the set of deep eyes in the distance.

The clamors of the city conceals much of the noise, the discharge of bullet muffles in the silencer, so much so that in this shattering rain, it doesn't even make a crisp sound of snapping a branch.

A dispute between the light and the dark, seemingly has arrived to its conclusion.

[Trivia: The call that comes with the Chapter karma card-- is actually Victor nagging with MC on her report over phone inside the helicopter-- before it lands on the LFG rooftop!]

[nightingaletrash]

does anyone else think that the Razor Crest is representative of Din in some ways? whether in terms of his mental well-being or the state of his life.

At first the Crest is just fine. She’s not a perfect ship, but she gets the job done, which matches up with Din when we first meet him. He’s just doing his job, and he’s still rough around the edges, but otherwise he’s doing fine as is. Then he gets this big, well-paying job...! And the Crest ends up being stripped by Jawas, leaving Din stranded with the Baby - Din’s life is suddenly changing, and it’s not in his control. It’s in trying to repair the Crest that Din fights the Mudhorn, which he defeats with the help of the Baby, which later earns him his signet and establishes the Clan of Two.

The Crest is restored with the help of Kuiil, solidifying him as a friend to Din, and Din is able to return to Nevarro. On the way, the Baby removes the ball from one of the Crest’s controls - part of the Crest, and a part of Din, now belongs to the Baby. But Din is on the job, still determined to turn in the bounty, and tries to deny the Baby a part of the Crest/himself.

After turning in the Baby, Din is forced to reflect on what he’s done when he sees the ball is still detached. He reattaches it, tries to press past these feelings he’s having, only to fail and go back for the Baby despite knowing the risks. The Crest becomes home and safety for them both - the fight and required repairs in Episode 5 solidfy Din’s status as a fugitive. Peli fixes the Crest, solidifying her a friend to Din as it had Kuiil, and off they go again.

In Episode 7, the Crest is representative of safety. Its a retreat, an escape, a place where Din and his allies are safe. Except Kuiil is killed just short of reaching the Crest. He dies outside of safety, and outside of Din’s ability to protect him, something he feels deeply guilty for.

Episode 9, Din allows Peli’s droids to work on the Crest after IG-11’s sacrifice despite his prior insistance to no droids - remember, fixing the ship signifies some trust on Din’s part. Then in Episode 10, the Crest is wrecked. Her hull is breached, she’s a mess. Maybe to signify that Din is no longer in control of his life and that his own state of mental well-being is under a lot of strain right now... and maybe to also allude to the bomb about to be dropped on him in Episode 11. His Way is not the only Way. He has apparently been raised by a cult/by the beliefs of a cult. There are things about other Mandalorians he does not know about because of how he was raised.

The Crest gets a patch job by the Mon Calamari, but its janky and doesn’t hold up well, signifying how Din’s mental state is all but hanging by a thread right now. Baby tries to help fix it, and sure he can’t fix what’s wrong, with the Crest or with Din, but it shows that Din is willing to let the Baby play a more integral part of his life... even if he doesn’t realise it himself just yet.

Episode 12, and Greef has the Razor Crest fixed up good as new! Din is feeling better than he has in a while - he feels competent and in control again, while in Episode 11 he was constantly trailing behind the other Mandos - and you can hear it in his voice, he sounds happier! He even seeks out the Baby’s approval regarding his flying because he hasn’t had many opportunities to feel good about himself or his skills lately. The repaired Razor Crest signifies Din’s boosted self-esteem and mood.

Except this time, the Crest being fully repaired doesn't solidify a friendship like it did with Kuiil and Peli... Because this time a stranger fixed her completely off-screen, and now something sinister now lurks aboard. Din still hasn't confronted what Bo-Katan told him about the Children of the Watch, and he's definitely not confronted the reality of being separated from the Baby. And, in addition to that, perhaps it’s worth noting that the Crest is a pre-Empire ship that came into Din’s ownership. Now the Imperials are gunning for him. In a way, the Crest quite literally represents the pre-Imperial phase of Din’s life, and that phase is now over.

We know that the tracker is going to be disastrous for Din in a literal sense. Moff Gideon will be able to find the Crest wherever it goes, including to Ahsoka Tano, which puts her, Din, and the Baby in grave danger. In terms of Din it could go from anywhere to Din being captured and tortured for the Baby’s whereabouts after giving him to Ahsoka, or the Baby being captured and taken away, and Din has to find a way to rescue him. But if the Crest is also representative of Din, there’s some routes the show could go in regards to the Crest’s ultimate fate:

Din chooses to abandon the Crest, symbolising him moving on from that phase of his life - Bounty Hunter, Fugitive, Imperial Target - in favour of protecting himself and the Baby, and (maybe) Ahsoka. He gets a new ship which now represents the new phase of Din’s life.

The Crest is destroyed by the Imperials, representing the destructive change that the Imperials have brought into his life, and the loss of what he had been trying to hold onto - the Way of the Mandalore as he understands it, maybe the hopes of rejoining his Covert once he’s completed his mission.

Din destroys the Crest himself - maybe because he knows the Crest is no longer truly safe, maybe he just doesn’t trust that the Imperials haven’t done anything else to his ship so he’s not taking chances. This idea kinda plays into the first one, but with more finality. He knows he can’t go back to his old life now, so lets it go with a final farewell before moving on.

Or maybe Ahsoka/Din/Literally Anyone finds and removes the tracker, rendering the Crest safe once more because I’m just going too far with this theory ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

I just get the feeling that the Crest isn’t fated to survive this season, and whatever happens to her is going to be reflective of Din’s character development over the next few episodes.

[ohshcscenerios]

Kyoya is on his knee(s) because Haruhi was abducted and he was finally able to track her down. He fell to his knees to confess his true feelings for her.

Thank you for such a thrilling idea! Kyoya definitely fit well in this situation! I hope you enjoy it :)

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There was one thing occupying Kyoya’s panicked mind as he raced through a long-abandoned elementary school hidden deep within a dense forest. His quick feet carried him through a maze of battered hallways; minding the fragments of drywall, scattered leaves and twigs, and loose notebook paper as he drove himself deeper in the deserted school. The thick surrounding trees allowed little sunlight through the broken windows, making him squint through his glasses. Outside, the world was bright and alive but inside this tomb there was only darkness and fear.

He came alone, even leaving behind his most trusted bodyguards, because the encrypted email he received this morning demanded his full cooperation. Whichever fiend was behind this game of cat and mouse instructed Kyoya to come alone, threatening Haruhi’s life as motivation.

Kyoya stumbled around a large cascading pile of rubble to his left, careful not to trip himself over the concrete blocks, and resumed his frantic run towards Room 209 – towards Haruhi.

A few days ago she vanished sometime between leaving the Host Club and arriving safely to her apartment. Her father was the first to notice her absence and wisely called Kyoya for help. Within minutes Kyoya had the Black Onion Squad searching her area for any clues to her disappearance, or even better the missing the girl herself. When the chief investigator returned without either Kyoya realized this was far more serious than he anticipated. This was no petty kidnapping. Whoever had Haruhi was driven by evil intentions, ones that surpassed her own head. Whoever had Haruhi did not really want Haruhi but rather whoever she is affiliated with. This morning, Kyoya learned who the kidnapper was truly after when he received a mysterious email signed by them. They listed their demands for compensation in exchange for the girl’s precious life and for extra measures for his full cooperation they provided a sloppy picture of a sleeping Haruhi, duct tape securing her mouth closed and her body tightly roped to a wooden chair. The demands were enough to make his blood boil but seeing Haruhi so helpless and vulnerable was what made come undone.

An hour later he made sure the Black Onion Squad and his bodyguards were distracted with another useless search for Haruhi so he could sneak away to where she truly resided… the old abandoned elementary school on the edge of rural Japan.

Kyoya nearly tripped himself as he turned into a conjoined hallway, following the dirty arrowed signs still bolted to the walls. The numbers began to read familiar as he raced forward.

… 203 …

… 205 …

… 207 …

.

.

…209…

Without giving himself a chance to catch his breath he reached for the rusted metal handle and threw the door wide open. The room inside was even more poorly lit than the hallways but he could still make out a small figure in the room’s center. The silhouette was slumped over to the left and he could make out wisps of short hair behind a shallow stream of sunlight.

Haruhi.

Without considering if she were alone in the shadows he ran forward to the small and defenseless girl, falling to his knees once he approached her fragile body. His eyes adjusted in the darkness, allowing him to watch Haruhi stir awake.

His body acted before his mind could weigh the merits and he reached for her, cradling her slender cheek in his palm. Haruhi’s eyes widened once she recognized whose hand held cupped her face and baffled Kyoya by nuzzling her relief into his palm. The duct tape felt slick from her breaths and carefully Kyoya worked to unhinge her lips. Second after agonizing second Haruhi did her best at stifling her groans while he slowly freed her mouth. Finally he was able to toss the oppressing tape aside, never straying his gaze from the beautiful yet frightened young woman before him.

“Haruhi,” he whispered, “are you alright? Did they hurt you?” He couldn’t control the fear laced in his voice. He had been terrified for days though he hid behind a calculating frown. Now that Haruhi appeared safe in his arms he couldn’t hide his emotions any longer. Her bright brown eyes alone were enough to break his dam.

Haruhi shook her head, too afraid to speak aloud, and released a lone tear to trail her cheek. She was so happy to see Kyoya kneeling before her because of all the strong and capable men she knew, Kyoya was who she dreamt of saving her.

“I’m going to get you out of here. You’re safe now.” Kyoya began working on the multiple knots confining her to the chair. His fingers threaded between the stiff rope, quickly loosening their hold on Haruhi. Finally, after a few tense minutes, the rope gathered around her ankles, freeing her from her last restraint.

Kyoya grabbed Haruhi and pulled her to where he knelt on the floor, crushing her to his chest. He lips found her ear behind a veil of her hair, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry they took you. I’m so sorry it took me three days to find you. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

And then… before he could catch himself… before he realized just what he was saying… before he could slip back behind his calm and collected façade…

“Haruhi, I love you and I promise to never let you out of my sight again.”

Her gasp was the first thing he heard before the shuffling of shoes against gritty concrete in the far corner.

They weren’t alone.

Kyoya hesitantly released his right arm from Haruhi’s trembling body and reached into his back pocket, pressing the button on his tracker. Soon Tachibana’s cellphone will ping with his location and the level of emergency; Code Red.

“We told you to come alone.” A deep voice growled from the shadows.

Kyoya pushed himself off the ground and lifted Haruhi to join him, quickly hiding her behind his slim frame. He wasn’t a muscular man like Takashi or a skilled martial artist like Mitsukuni but he did harbor his own distinct skill; the skill of manipulation.

“I did come alone. I wouldn’t risk Haruhi’s safety.” He steadied his voice until he sounded just as intimidating.

“Did you bring what we asked for?”

“Yes, it’s in the trunk of my car.”

“Care if one of my men check to make sure?”  Kyoya noted the mischievous tone in the invisible voice.

“You may.” Kyoya gripped Haruhi’s arm tighter, preparing for a man to lash out from the shadows. He would be a fool to think he could simply deliver the ten million yen and walk away unscathed.

Although to his surprise no one attacked them. Instead he heard someone tapping a cell phone.

“The car should be outside. Pop the trunk and tell me what’s inside.” The voice commanded over the phone.

“Kyoya…” Haruhi barely whispered into his neck, pleading for him to reveal his master plan of escape.

Kyoya responded by rubbing small gentle circles with his thumb into her arm. He wanted to turn around and hold her. He wanted to kiss her. Yes, he wanted to kiss her, even now when their lives hung on a thin thread before a dangerous man. Perhaps it was the realization that this might be the last of their days that made him crave her sweet lips. But he wouldn’t risk their lives for a fleeting desire. If they survived this then he could savor her lips for as long as she allowed him.

“You said you came alone!” The voice angrily yelled.

Kyoya smirked to himself, knowing whatever plan they had plotted was useless now as the sound of police sirens quickly grew louder outside.  

[thefogborn]

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this blog is: –  independent. –  selective. This is mostly just in an effort to keep me from getting overwhelmed. –  non-exclusive. I am more than happy to write with non-mutuals! However, selectivity does come into play here and I do prefer writing with mutuals over non-. –  canon divergent. Very. If you don’t like it then I’m afraid this is not the blog for you. –  multiship. Every ship occurs in its own universe unless otherwise stated. That being said, polyamory is also more than welcome, as long as it has been discussed between all participating parties. –  oc friendly. Let me love your ocs. All I ask is that you either have an information page for your original character or at least are able to send me some information over IMs. –  multiverse friendly. I am most familiar with Bayverse, the Aligned continuity, and the IDW MTMTE/LL continuity, but characters from all continuities are welcome, including doubles and alternates of my muse. –  crossover friendly. Aside from Transformers, other fandoms I am most familiar with are Marvel, Supernatural, Pacific Rim, and Doctor Who/Torchwood, but as long as you can give me a little information about your fandom/character beforehand I’m more than happy to give just about anything a try! –  occasionally nsfw. Both mun and muse are of age. However, I am rather... ambivalent about smut so I would appreciate it if you didn’t send any unsolicited nsfw unless I reblog a meme or make an active post about it. I will not write smut with underage muns or muses, and I will very rarely, if ever, write smut in human AU or with my muse in holoform. I’m sorry, human/human just squicks me out. Xeno (mecha/human) and mecha/mecha is fine. Other forms of nsfw such as gore are more than welcome, and nsfw m!as if all kinds are always welcome, as well. –  m!a friendly. I might be a bit selective about which I accept and when I use them, but feel free to send them in.

please do not godmod. This is just basic rp etiquette. Minor things I can understand but otherwise if you need my muse to do something specific please just come and ask. More than likely I’d be just fine with having them do whatever it is you need.

please do not reblog threads you are not part of. It just messes with the tracker and clutters notes so I’d really prefer it if you didn’t. You are more than welcome to reblog shitposts and any fanfic or fanart I might make or reblog!

please don’t assume your muse knows mine unless they canonically knew each other, or unless we have discussed an established relationship beforehand. This is just a personal preference. I am a bit hesitant about pre-establishing any kind of relationship as I really do prefer to simply let things play out but do not let this dissuade you! Feel free to come to me with any ideas you might have about establishing a relationship! You never know what might happen.

any rp styles are welcome. I myself prefer third-person, present-tense, literate paragraphs for serious threads and simple first-person for shitposts, and I do have icons, but I barely use them, if ever. I’ll do my best to match your length and style.

the askbox and IMs are always open. Anons are more than welcome, although if that privilege is abused I will take it away, and the IMs are for ooc interactions only.

if we are mutuals, feel free to tag me in random starters! Even if our characters have never interacted before!

if you need something tagged please tell me! I myself do not have any particular triggers but I really prefer you would please tag your nsfw.

please, don’t rush me. There are a bunch of reasons I may not be able to do stuff over here and I ask you to please just be patient - I’ll get back eventually! If you think I may have forgotten, though, feel free to give me a gentle reminder. It does happen. All I ask is you be respectful about it.

if I have followed you there is a 110% chance that I read your information pages! I’m sorry if I didn’t send in some kind of codeword or something, I just get really anxious about that kind of stuff sometimes. But please know if I follow you and you have rules/info pages I have read them, and I definitely want to interact with you.

last but most certainly not least, have fun! That’s what roleplaying is all about and that’s what we’re all here for.

a note: all icons and edits are mine unless stated otherwise and may not be used without my permission.

[nomanslannd]

..... incoming transmission from another dimension

# NOMANSLANND : is an independent, selective and private roleplay blog for IAN ROGERS, known as NOMAD from EARTH-616. Comic complaint, with secondary verses within the MCU, crossovers available, and OC friendly. Reestablished December 2022, written by Laura, 25+, gmt+1, she/her.

# IMPORTANT NOTE : This blog only interacts with muns who are over the age of 18, anyone found to be following this account who is under age will be blocked. Let's keep this space safe for everyone!

# HOUSEKEEPING : This blog follows the WEEK AWAY RULE. Active Friday, Saturday and Sunday, the rest will be queued. That's not to say I will never be around during the week. But most likely it will be sparingly due to work and such.

H͟E͟A͟V͟I͟L͟Y͟ ͟A͟F͟F͟I͟L͟I͟A͟T͟E͟D͟ ͟W͟I͟T͟H͟ @pleinsdemuses @str3lok

..... enter the void

⇝ Carrd - Rules and About for Nomad  ⇝ Interest tracker - Fill out to show interest ⇝ Headcanons - More on Ian   ⇝ Memes - Stuff to get things going    ⇝ Discord - Mutuals only, just ask ⇝ Permeant starter call - For closed starters ⇝ Asks: Work in progress

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# MOBILE USERS : See guidelines, character profile and more under the cut.

# GUIDELINES

DISCLAIMER : I don’t own the character of Ian Rogers, he belongs to MARVEL. However, I do own my original take on the characters and any head canons I have written. I also own all the graphics used, including the icons. They were made by me.

MATURITY : For the safety of all those involved this account is 18+ and also writes NSFW content with those over the age of 21. Please don’t take it personally but the mun of this account is 25+ and as such does not wish to write with minors. If you follow, and are under 18 you will be blocked; you’ve been warned.

BLOG : This account is private and selective and only roleplays with mutuals. However, more often than not if you follow me, I will follow you back – unless I cannot see anyway for our characters to interact. This blog is also OC friendly.

PLOTTING : You can always message me if you’d like to plot; however I do have an: interest tracker. I would appreciate it, if you have the time that you fill it out, because it’ll give me a better idea of what you know about my character, and how its best to contact you and interact.

FORMAT : I use XKIT rewritten trim reblog to keep my dash tidy. I don’t expect you to do the same, but I’d appreciate if there weren’t 4+ replies in one post because its overwhelming for me. However, if you don’t have any access to these sorts of tools, just let me know, it’s fine I understand we all have different accessibility levels. I use icons, however, I have no issue with gifs/icons or even iconless accounts.

ETIQUETTE : Please don’t leave me on read. I understand if you’re no longer feeling the conversation or plot; I just ask you come to me and let me know. I have no problem dropping a thread – I just hate waiting for a reply, and not knowing if it’ll ever come or not. You also don’t have to match my length. Let’s just agree to make the same amount of effort; if my replies are too long just let me know and I can match you. No stress.

MEMES : Like everything else, memes are mutuals only. However, if you’re a mutual you can send as many sentence starters, memes as you’d like there is literally no limit, please don’t feel shy.

FOLLOWING : I tend to follow an account for around 24-hours, or until I see activity, if the person hasn't followed by then I usually unfollow no hard feelings! I just don't follow people who don't follow back because at the end of the day this is a rp account.

GODMODDING : Godmodding is taking control of another player's character during rp. It's frowned upon and with good reason: you only control your character and no one else's.

REPLIES : I rarely reply instantly, just because I work part-time and I'm also studying. So everything goes into the queue. So it may take a few days for it to be posted. If I haven't responded in 3+ days feel free to message me, especially since tumblr can be glitchy I just might not have seen your reply or know I'm tagged in something.

STARTERS : If i make a starter and you never acknowledge it (as in don't even like it, so I know you've seen it) and don't ever respond, your most likely getting an unfollow and a soft block. i'm happy to wait however long it takes for you to reply (life gets in the way, i take time as well!) but I need some sort of acknowledgment. There have been a few times where mutuals have liked for a starter (we would not have interacted before) and they don't acknowledge the starter, and never respond and I mean five + months. This doesn't apply if we've interacted before, or you've liked the post. I'm just not going to put effort into making a starter, so it can be ignored indefinitely.

# BASICS

Name. Ian Rogers (Zola) Alias. Nomad, Leopold Zola Age. mid-late 20s (main), younger on request Species. Human, mutate Origin. Dimension Z Parents. Arnim Zola (biological father), Mary Zola (biological mother), Steve Rogers (adopted father) and Sharon Carter (adopted mother) Identity. Secret Citizenship. Zolandia

# INDEPTH

Created in Dimension Z by Arnim Zola for an as of yet unknown purpose, Ian was rescued from his test tube by Captain America and was thought by his "father" to be dead. He and Cap were captured by the locals of the dimension, the Phrox, and were sent to be executed because they were thought to be servants of Zola. Ian was put on a chopping block, but Cap was able to break free of his shackles and managed to save Ian, being quickly struck down by the tribe's leader later.

A member of the tribe took pity on them and begged their leader to let them live, saying that Cap didn't serve Zola because he had seen him fight his minions shortly before they captured them for trespassing. Their leader grudgingly agreed to let them live. Eleven years later, he and Cap were still trapped in Dimension Z. After a battle between Captain America and Ian against Zola's army, Captain America was blasted off a cliff by Zola's daughter, Jet Black, and Ian was taken to Zola. Ian refused to serve Zola, but was brainwashed to hate Cap and love the will of Zola.

Ian fell into Zola's bio-mass tank, which contained the same material Zola used to make him. Since it was coded to regenerate, Ian was healed from Sharon's attack. After Cap and Jet Black left Dimension Z, he acquired Captain Zolandia's shield and began leading the Phrox against Zola's Mutates along with Sharon, who raised him like a mother. Legends of him grew and he became known as a Nomad: a man with no name, no face, and no home. During one of their raids at Zola's fortress, Sharon apparently died, but was actually captured. Nomad later resurfaced in search of his adopted father so that they could stop Zola and his invading army from conquering New York City.

After a long struggle, Captain America succeeded in breaking Ian's terrible brainwash as well, making him finally realise that Cap was the good one and Zola only wanted to conquer. During this reunion, however, Ian was shot through the throat by the newly arrived Sharon Carter, who thought Ian was a threat to Cap. Many think Ian died; however he survived, and is ready to stop Hydra for good.

Secondary verse: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Ian ends being transported to Earth-199999 at the end of No Way Home through the crack opened up in his world because of Doctor Strange's spell. The last thing Ian remembers is fighting alongside Sam Wilson (Captain America) during the events of Captain America: Symbol Of Truth then he is ripped from his own world and sent to the mcu. Doctor Strange is unaware that Ian fell through the cracks, because of his unique genetic makeup, having been born on Dimension Z and being part mutate. So he is able to fly under the radar.

Falcon and the Winter Solider: Ian is aware of the events that transpired during Endgame, and that Steve left the shield to Sam Wilson. However he did not engage at all with the events that transpired in FATWS.

Secret Invasion: Because SHIELD no longer exists. While trying to get back home, Ian must sustain himself finically. With the set of skills he has, he realised his best option was to join MI5. Despite trying to blend in, he ends up meeting Maria Hill, after he's sent to intercept a mission she's on for Fury's new crew. Having done his research on this world, he knows that both Hill and Fury were closed to Steve from this universe. After making friends with Hill, he decides to become a 'double agent' and help her and Fury from the inside. After one too many drinks, one night he ends up telling Hill who he really is and they end up getting close while Fury was off in space. Ian ends up getting pulled into helping with the Skrull rebellion because Hill thinks she needs back up. After her death, he works closely wtih Fury and Talos to take down the Skrulls to avenge her.

# VERSES

v : man out of dimension (main)

Based on Earth 616, follows mostly comic book canon with a few teaks

Most people in Ian's life think he died trying to take down Hydra, only a few know he survived. Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes and a few higher ups at S.H.I.E.LD. Currently Ian's working cases, as well as fighting alongside Sam. He goes by the alias of Nomad. He has a reason for not wanting to tell his parents his alive and it has everything to do with Zola and the people who left behind.

v : stuck in another world (MCU)

Ian fell through the cracks post sm: no-way home, so Doctor Strange is not aware that he is from the multiverse

When Doctor Strange's spell goes awry, people from the multiverse are transported to the marvel cinematic universe Ian is one of them. Not knowing anything about the world; Ian is in search of Sam Wilson, the only person he believes he can trust.

v : stuck in no mans land

This verse is selective, and is used on occasion.

Ian is still stuck in Dimension Z, his father is gone and he's on the run from Zola just trying to survive while also running a resistance against the evil dictator. (in this verse Ian is 16-18-years-old.)

v : take on me (the last of us au)

This universe is completely separate from marvel and takes place in the last of us universe

Ian is a recently defected Fedra agent, turned Firefly. Ian joined Fedra to try and be of service after losing his parents and not knowing if he sister (who he hasn't seen in years) was alive. He had felt aimless and wanted a purpose in life. However it became increasingly clear that Fedra could not be trusted. That was when he defected to the Fireflies, because he realised it was the only way to take them down.

v : chasing cars (greys au)

This universe is completely separate from marvel and takes place in the greys anatomy universe.

Ian is a resident at Greys Solan Memorial hospital -- he's backstory is this: his father was a gang leader; who was abusive towards his mother. After falling pregnant she ran away; however ended up dying in child birth. Sharon, her mother's childhood friend, and her husband Steve ended up stepping forward and agreed to raise Ian as he didn't have any other living family and he couldn't be put back into his father's care.

v : good luck babe (slice of life)

This verse takes place in a separate universe

Ian Rogers is the adopted son of Steve Rogers, a veteran and Sharon Cater a high school history teacher. Is the adopted brother of Ellie Rogers. After a difficult youth, feeling directionless Ian joined the CIA, where he currently works as a field officer. Much of the reason for his destructive behaviour wasn't because he didn't have great parent's, he did. It was because he felt different, it was hard growing up not knowing who you were biologically related too. All he'd known was that his biological father had been abusive and was in prison, his biological mother was deceased. He didn't have much to go on, it was only when he'd managed to reconnect with his biological sister Jacquline (nickname Jet) that he was able to find some sort of peace in the fact that was was adopted. Now in his mid-20s he was just looking to get control of his life, and really start living.

[animcmagere]

     ~ As Google Docs are hard to find, I’m going to make this my Guidelines. It’s specifically altered for Death. Please take a gander at my muse notes before interacting.

       ~ This blog is not spoiler free. Comic panels will be tagged with ‘comic spoilers’ while Netflix’s the Sandman will be tagged with ‘sandman spoilers’ for your dashboard safety. As Death only appears sparsely in the show, I will be pulling inspiration from the comics to give that verse more depth. 

       Death’s Comic verse & Netflix verse will both be considered my main verses. If you wish to avoid specific things while viewing my blog, I will create a thread tracker & tag things for your viewing safety. However all fanart will just be tagged with ‘death’, which will incorporate both Universes & hold redraws from the comics. The tag of ‘death’ will also hold any animated appearance of my muse, though I may end up making it a generalized tag.

       ~ As Death’s powers are more defined within the comics, I will be pulling from them when writing.

       ~ I am not connected with DC Comics, Vertigo Comics or Netflix the Sandman, nor am I connected to my FCs in any way. Limited icons for some verses (still making them). All icons are created & edited by myself.

      ~ I will be putting together a few information pages similar to this post, just to get information on my blog before writing. A more indepth page will be created as time goes on & because I have three other muses I’m currently working on making information pages about.

       ~  Kirby Howell-Baptiste will be my main FC for Death, I will/may be adapting other face claims for all races (once I find them), fitting FC suggestions are welcomed & I will be using Caucasian the least among the list. Maybe only one. Though I will still use comic panels when interacting with muses that use them for their FC. Because of this I may switch to iconless writing just to make things easier on myself, as I have mostly angsty FCs in my folders.

          The reason why I’m going to be leaning away from a lot of Caucasian Live-Action FCs is for the sheer fact that there was a racist reaction to Kirby. I will still use my comic icons for when it’s called for, mostly for the fact I refuse to let it ruin my love for Death within them. 

            Death is said to become white (absent of colour) a great deal, I always got the impress it was when their touch was the deadliest. If it comes up in RP, I will just have the pigment in her skin fade into a grey. Unless it’s the comic icons then it’ll be white.

       ~ Death is a shapeshifter. They even have changed their usual appearance when DC comics switched to Rebirth, she actually looks more like the Death in Netflix’s show (she had dreads though), unfortunately that Death enjoys the decaying skeleton & robes look, so no cute icons for me. Which just shows that Death alters their appearance drastically whenever a Universe is created. (See muse notes & powers for details. The section to pay attention to is listed at the top.)

        It gives me the impression that either for others Death shapeshifts & those seeing it witness it, or that Death shapeshifts per everyone’s perception (with illusions) of them while the rest of the Endless will probably see her as never changing. It may not always happen, I just enjoy the thought that Death shapeshifts either to help comfort their charges during the difficult road to the sunless lands. 

      Not sure if shapeshifting into a male will come up on my blog, I just wanted to put it here in case it does because it might happen. When/if it does, Death’s pronouns will be he/they & they’ll prefer to be called brother by their siblings. While every other time Death’s pronouns are she/they & they’ll prefer to be called sister by their siblings. Neutral references will be welcome. I’ll be doing things this way because Death’s siblings do call them Sister in the comics. (see muse notes & powers for details.)

      ~ Whatever standards I hold my own muse, I will never expect someone else to follow, even if they’re a muse that’s an Endless. I’ll go with the headcanons you have for your muse. 

       ~ I prefer to write in small text but as a lot of my long time followers find it painful to read, I will try to match my partners for formatting (sometimes dash makes it hard for me to tell). I’ll normally match my partner’s writing style just for ease & comfort. It’s fun to play with it from time to time.

       My OOC posts will be in regular text because of this. Though I do write in my tags most of the time, just hover to read on my blog.  I will only use icons if my partner does, though there are some threads where I won’t. If there’s nudity without smut for instance. I’m pretty laid back, I don’t have to use icons. I got through moods & adapt to replies. I don’t use fancy tags, at all. Tumblr has its moments where they’ve broken on me in the past & I’m just going to avoid it.

       ~ Please, do not feel that you have to match my length. When I have feels or I’m strongly inspired, my replies can get very long. If your reply gives me something to work with, I will be happy. If you love length, go to town! I love it, I can keep things short depending on my partner or interaction. Not always as mentioned above.

       ~ I don’t do exclusives, I don’t believe in it. The only time I may do it is when I’m in a ship & my partner has a lot of anxiety. Then I may exclusively ship with only one muse per mun.

      If it happens, it’s very rare, though I don’t often ship with doubles it does happen from time to time. I do write with multiple versions of muses, that won’t change. Especially if I like each pretrial for different reasons & I try not to make it into a competition. I do mains a bit differently; I don’t normally respond or focus on them over other partners.

       ~ I try to make it even though sometimes your muse is just stronger with a few partners. But my mains are normally people I look to first when I come back from being silent or a hiatus. They’re the first ones I push out threads for or write up a catch up starter if time passes in our canon, when playing catch up. If our muses are close friends, we’re in a ship, we interact often & their family, I keep the canon active if one of us goes quiet. It’ll stay active until my partner tells me otherwise.

       ~ I created a thread tracker to keep track of my threads, mainly for the fact tumblr doesn’t tell me all the time. Feel free to use it to find thread links if need be. 🖤

       ~ Please fill out my interest checker. It helps to see what you’re interested in & what you’re comfortable plotting. I’m mainly a responsive RPer so it helps me push out memes, come up with plot ideas & write starters. It will also help me keep track of your formatting preferences.

       ~ DMs can be a bit tricky. I can get shy or anxious & become really quiet. Tumblr doesn’t let me know I got one. I will become quiet because you did & we’re just started talking, I’m patient about things. I forget things with my disability. It’s not because I don’t want to do what we were focused on, just gimme a nudge or if we were plotting I can wait up to a few weeks before throwing things at you if this happens unless your rules state otherwise or I see you’re overwhelmed on the dash, then I yolo on.

       ~ Discord I can become extremely silent on, just until I get a feel of a partner’s comfort level. I do love to use it for plotting.

       ~ I may become quiet every Saturday during the school year, as it is the day I spend with my kiddo if they’re up for it. Teenagers have those ‘ew no parents’ moods, lol.

      ~ Normal Roleplay etiquette/politeness is expected. Be respectful, have fun, no godmoding, no force ships, no random bouts of raging at me about my blog. No OOC Racism, homophobia… So on, so forth.

       ~ I’m a trans man. No transphobia or any LGBT+ phobias pls. I like safe spaces.

       ~ I don’t mind my muse being shoved, pushed, grabbed, etc. (can’t promise Death will feel the same.) Just please allow me to write my muse’s reactions.  If I keep something obscure or unknown, feel free to write what you think is fitting or just DM me. I do not enjoy a few things. Unless it’s plotted, please don’t write my character not knowing a skill they do. Please be aware that my muse may resist or stop something from happening & I’ll show you the same kindness.

        Please also feel free to nudge me if you feel uncomfortable with things I may have in thread & I’ll happily edit it or find a middle ground through plotting. I normally try to write an ‘if’ in the thread if I’m not sure if your muse will react poorly to just give an option if they stay where they are. You do not need to do that option. I probably just wanted it in my writing but I was unsure how your muse would react to that information & I didn’t jump into your DMs when I did it.

       ~ I will Edit my posts & control my muse if it’s needed, you feel uncomfortable, or I put something incorrect within my mannerisms/interpretation or even read the interaction wrong I can edit it. I will not alter if my muse to like yours in a romantic manner, I write for chemistry. If you wanna give it a try to see if you like an interaction. I’m down. But I will only adapt the thread for trigger or personal comfort.

       ~ I do at times get nervous following my mutuals’ sideblogs, even if you’re a hub. I get nervous about making my mutuals uncomfortable or anxious, especially if we haven’t interacted or talked yet. If I follow your blog or your Hub, I may just be waiting for a promo or for time to pass before following more of your blogs. Feel free to gimme a nudge or shoot me a meme for a sideblog, there is a high chance I’ll be down.

       ~ My muses on my main blog switch fandoms by request all the time, sometimes I have an idea of an interaction when I follow but sometimes it’s ‘their muse looks amazing’ & if you’re a multi I will have no idea which of your muses to throw things at.

       ~ OCs are welcome! Along with any verses someone may have ideas for. Even full fledged crossovers. I only ask OCs with family ties to nudge me before interaction so we can plot things out.

       ~ Doubles are equally welcome! You are darling! Your views, even if they don’t align with mine, are valid for you. You are beautiful! If you have anxiety about doubles & block helps you, I will not hold it against you. 🖤 If your blog is solely my muses double... while I’m building a muse, I may avoid it as I get more of a stable basis for HCs & personality. It’s more of a respect for your creativity.  

       ~ I don’t usually tell muns Rule Passwords, it can cause me a lot of anxiety. I reread rules, even if I mention or message someone, I probably checked your rules before even sending the message.

    ~ I don’t follow for a follow. I also try to avoid liking things on my dash unless your rules state you don’t mind, if we’re not mutuals. I do forget that I’ve followed someone & then refollow after a while. Just for the reason I don’t have your url memorized. Feel free to block me for your comfort, it’s okay. If we’re mutuals on other blogs & you’ve updated your rules on one we’re not, I will like your update posts. Mainly to show I saw it on my dash & already read it.

    ~ Anything that isn’t a thread, meme or plot for my muses, you have free rain to reblog or whatever. To me it means you like what I post. Go to town. I don’t believe in meme karma, I’d love one but it’s not required.

     ~ If I follow you, I’d love to interact. I may be slow with figuring out how or distracted, but I do. I understand anxiety so if you need to unfollow, even if it’s just a short time, I won’t mind. I won’t know if you unfollow, so I could be liking things or sending memes because I think we’re still mutuals, I’m sorry. It happens. I’m pretty open to fandoms & the like but I don’t normally follow automatically. It can take me a few days to weeks, if I’m quiet even longer still. I’m pretty chill about following or people following back. I am not mutuals only, but if you spam the dash I probably won’t follow you.

    ~ I love plotting! Though great things come from randomness, I will probably focus on something relating to a plot more. If you have a plot idea or just wanna throw your ideas for bonds or an idea, whatever the case may be, you are always welcome to do so. Feel free to say no to any ideas I may have, I love finding a common ground of ideas & I love coming up with ideas of how my muse works in whatever verse. I will adapt to my partner’s comfort.

       ~ Memes & Randomized asks are welcome, if you want to, I’ll love it. I may be slow depending on inspiration but I will love it. You can send them at any time. Whether it’s IC/OOC or I posted a meme months ago. None of it’s required to be responded to, I’ll ask questions but it’s just to have fun or further the story.

       ~ I repost my asks as if they’re another thread, mainly for the ease of reblog or so dumblr doesn’t eat it when hungry.

       ~ I slide into DMs to ask questions, it is not because you’re slow. I will get ideas, ask comforts for sending memes or even check things to make sure I didn’t misunderstand something. I can randomly think of something or go ‘Snap I mixed up words’ & jump into DMs. It is not to make you respond faster. I’m fine with slowness, I can understand lack of inspiration.

       ~ I may become slow as I have a multi, muse may become quieter or even because life decided to throw a curveball. It’ll be able to gauge it more as time goes on.

       ~ I have a habit of butchering memes at times, if you receive one & want me to send the actual meme, just lemme know & I’ll resend. Or just don’t respond & I’ll stop when I realize. What happened is that I probably didn’t feel the options & just used it as inspiration to send some love. Sometimes I’ll just stare at them with a big frown because my muse wouldn’t say any of the options but I want to send something.

      ~ If you don’t feel inspiration for the meme, don’t worry about it. If you want to you can message me & we can plot or I can just send choices or just wait for something later down the line. I seriously won’t mind.

       ~ Feel free to send me Memes whenever you feel the urge, I’ll probably love it. I can be a bit slow responding to it, but I’ll get to it when I have inspiration for them. However, I will not respond to smut based NSFW memes unless there’s an active ship. (not even sure if I’ll ever reblog smut based memes on this blog tbh, probably won’t) I love making memes into threads, feel free to do so. A lot of random fun can come from them, whether it’s angst, fluff or small gems where you get overly excited for the thread.

       ~ I do not write vague posts about any of my followers, if you see something I post, it will not be about any of my followers. Personal things are normally kept to tags or under read mores. Usually with a tw tag for ranting, or it’s marked as OOC.  

       ~ Verbal abuse of any kind towards myself as an individual will not be tolerated. I will also avoid abusive individuals (OOCly). In some cases blocked. Please see outlet suggestions below.

       ~ I do not join in on Call Out Culture, or Control Culture as I call it. Please, do not tell me whom to write with, who I can follow, or what views I should have as an individual. Don’t send hate. I will show you the same respect. If something triggers you, let me know & I’ll tag it for your dashboard safety. If you can’t follow any of these please see outlet suggestions below.

       ~ If my interpretations of any of my muses or myself as a mun, fills you with an unimaginable rage, might I suggest the loveliness of the unfollow button or the splendid drop down option of block? It could be satisfying. A warm soothing drink mayhaps?

       ~ I am open to shipping, relationships, close friends, family ties, etc. I’m not sure how easy Death will be to ship with romantically even though Death is not held by the rules other’s within their family are held to. Death does have a touch that is very much like the touch of death, so she may avoid touching a mortal or someone who is not; immortal beings, her siblings, already dead or very powerful. Mainly to avoid causing them harm or meeting an early grave. their touch can become deadly to those it normally does not affect, but she’ll have to put forth the effort for it to work, or they’ll need to be close to death’s door themselves as she can collect the souls of even her siblings. You gage what it does to your muse if it comes up, not me.

       ~ I am fine with interacting with a ship in mind, I may even love it, seeing if something will go that route, try a few different interactions, but Death reads to me as someone that is slow to love & act out intimacy to me. So it may be a slow burn, I do enjoy jumping in the timeline for different parts of a story that could come from such things, large jumps with new partners may take me a bit to write.  

      ~ This is a multi-ship blog, all romantic ships are in their separate verse unless there is a plot of some kind. I dislike love triangles personally, so the only time this may come up if it’s focus is to become a polyamorous ship.

       ~ I do not write smut with female sexed individuals, mainly for the fact I have dysphoria & I do not want to put my partner through a possible discomfort if I freak out in the middle of the thread. As I said, I donno if Death will shapeshift into a male, Death may flirt as a male so I honestly have no idea. It may or may not happen. It depends on the comfort of my partner, the plot focus & my own comfort if it does. The purpose behind it will not be a focus for smut, see my muse notes for details. But if you’d like more information about smut, feel free to check out my rules on my main blog @fatummortem​.

       ~ That being said, things will most likely be ‘fade to black’ on this blog. Though, I will honestly say that with how busy Death can be, expect being interrupted because work calls at some point, all points, or most of the time.

       ~ There may be darker themes, Death usually takes people outside of time or into timeout instead of fighting. So it may not even happen on this blog, though I am opened to it.

       ~ All darker themed content or even smut (if it ends up on this blog) will be beneath a read more & tagged with usfw or nsft. If it’s dark themes I will just tag it with the focus or the darker themes tag above & put it beneath a read more depending on the subject matter. Even if it’s not graphic.

       ~ All triggers will be tagged with ‘tw ____’ or  ‘cw ____’ , if I miss something that is bad for you, please lemme know & I’ll edit it when I’m able.

       ~ Pls be aware that darker themes may be found here. I will tag it with 'cw darker themes' if I can’t think of what to specifically tag.

       ~ I have PTSD from abuse, though I am easily able to communicate if I break from darker threads. If we have a darker theme thread/plot & you wanna check randomly, feel free. You don’t have to really, I am very good at saying something politely if bothered as I said. A trigger of mine is Rape, please tag images of it, or detailed things about it. I also will not be RPing any form of it. Relationship roleplay would have to be heavily discussed so it’s consensual. I can’t stand human Zombies. They freak me out, they also creep me the fuck out. Please just tag images, mainly gifs, of human zombies with something like #zombie or something. So I can avoid it. Thank you!

      ~ I do have a… quirk you could call it, involving boundaries, I have to respect them. Not only because it’s right to but my PTSD will act up if I feel like I may press against a boundary, but also because it’s polite. I may message a few times to make sure, until it sinks in because of my word disability.

       ~ I have a disability with both verbal & written words. At times I can mix similar words up (sometimes the words won’t be similar at all, only sharing the same first letter) or forget a n’t here or there, maybe even add it or switch them. (an ‘s instead of ’ll) It’s not on purpose & I try to edit my posts but I miss things at times. It’s normally more so when I don’t have enough sleep, high anxiety, I’m sick or the like. If I confuse you, please feel free to give me a nudge.

        With my disability large word walls of text (without paragraphs) or very long paragraphs (about three paragraphs long), can end up merging together for me. So I’ll probably take awhile to read it or reply depending if it’s a reply/about/rules/etc. I may just resort to just chatting instead of interacting, just for the fact I can’t focus on your lovely writing, Sorry! Intensely long rules pages like this, with an insane amount of words all pressed together, will take me even longer to read, absorb & comprehend.

       ~ Also, I can come across as blunt or surgical in conversations. Words just become very difficult for me at times & I’ll revert to what’s easier to get my point out. Oftentimes seeming to be annoyed, judgey or angry by others, when I’m not, while it’ll seem like a polite conversation for me. Sometimes it can take a bit to get used to how I can word things, while other ways I become quiet while these times happen. (tho I’m not always aware of it). If I come across wrong, please lemme know & I’ll endeavor to explain what I meant in the first place.

       ~ I can have difficulty understanding someone’s phrases, abbreviations or opinions & will state as such. I am seriously not being an asshole, I’m just asking for clarification so I understand what someone is trying to say.

       ~ Please, feel free to tell me no, sometimes I can become confused when people are trying to be polite about declining something. When plotting I can try to go at an idea from a different angle & if you’re not interested at all, please feel free to tell me no. I will not know that is what you mean & can become worried I’m making you feel pressured. Pressuring my partners is not something I like doing. So if you feel that way for any reason just say no.

       ~ On my bad word days, I normally just stick to smaller threads or partners I know who will message me if there’s a communication issue. Sometimes I can become randomly quiet. Nothing to do about you, it’s just a habit of mine. If this angers you, pls see outlet suggestions above.

         Thank you for reading this, you’re wonderful & awesome!  🖤

[heartxandxhome]

@pelnaxkhara

it was getting harder and harder to find space in the outpost. the clinic? nope. the store room next to the main desk in the clinic, hardly - someone had slung a hammock between two sturdy racks … couldn’t really yell at them for trying to catch a few winks between dramas. the forge? not with it’s unused store having been converted into accommodation for loqi and zell.

there was a joke to be had in it really - it was easier to find a quiet place in an overcrowded city. lestallum had been easy, just find your foothold, and make use of rooftops - wander across the pipes that stretched over where the market square had once bustled with life, tent roofs pitched now where spices and grains had been bartered, left to the roof across from the leville … the fountain dry these days. could venture right and head back out towards the barricade, stand atop the hanna billboard and stare out towards peglar outlook.

but in meldacio? families, kids, chocobo chicks … and a chikatrice? nah, couldn’t be - you’d have to be either very brave or unbelievably stupid to try and tuck one of those angry little fluff balls beneath your arm. all the bustle to the backdrop of beast trackers, crackling radios, commands and shouts floating across the roadway.

peace of mind and solace came with silence. and silence had always gone hand in hand with heights for him, even as a kid in lestallum.

hands scrubbing through his hair, pelna let out a heavy breath before laying back on the uneven rock that arched overhead meldacio … if a recruit was up here, or any of the hunters, he’d yell at them. reprimand them for their complete and utter disregard for their own safety, firstly because of the obvious danger that came with height, uneven rocks and not safety rope. and secondly, for choosing to stay outside of the floodlights safety.

the whole outpost had been privy to that roaring argument between himself and petra. great. one step forward, two dozen backwards … was coming back to meldacio a mistake? his friends were here. his comrades were here - but how many of those would he end up with if he kept diving into altercations like he had with petra?

eyes cracking open when he heard pebbles and smaller stones being disturbed, skittering across the rocky outcrop, pelna sat bolt upright - hand reaching for the hunting knife he kept on his belt - eyes flashing around, an escape route already planned out in his head, but it wasn’t an opportunistic beast or prowling daemon that stared down at him.

it was sarah.

with the same arched brow and questioning glare she shared with her daughter, nyx’s mother sat down next to him, waving away his concerns about it not being safe - i know that, but you’re here, aren’t you. besides, it’s safer if there’s two of us, right?

and as quickly as he’d reacted, pelna hung his head, a mixture of guilt and shame when she lay a gentle hand on his shoulder - he could feel her eyes boring into him without looking up, he couldn’t … roaring and shouting, shoving and raring for a fight with the guy who was pretty much her son-in-law, he honestly didn’t know the last time he’d spoken to nyx … that was something else he couldn’t do right now. not with - not with dave knowing about what had happened between him and titus. he didn’t know if nyx knew, or seifer - but he didn’t want to tug on that thread. would nyx think he’d been in on the coup? would he think pelna hadn’t done his best to track down those coordinates? that he had led nyx and the others to their demise on that dreadnought?

‘ i just want to see you smile again. ’

‘ i … i feel like everything’s slipping through my fingers, sarah. ’

It had taken a while to pinpoint him after that shouting match. Check on Crowe and Asha first. Then make sure Petra was in his own house and away from starting anymore fights.

After that had come the head-spotting; watching the people of Meldacio pass by and noting Pelna was nowhere to be seen among them. She worried about that boy. From a distance it was clear to see he wasn’t himself ... then again she could hardly question that; he had been through so much since the fall of the crown city. He had died. Watched countless patients die. Even his own mother had passed away before him. So she felt afraid when she couldn’t see Pelna around HQ. The short time Sarah had spent in Lestallum after the fall of Insomnia has shown her a new side to the city - natives of the area tended to use the rooftops more as a highway around the overpopulated settlement.

And Meldacio had something of a rooftop. It was a bolt of realisation that took Sarah much longer than she thought. Finding the tricky path that led up the steep slop until it turned almost vertical. The lights faded away into a dull glow as Sarah crested the top of the rock arch and found her trek worthwhile; there he was sitting alone and looking the saddest she had ever seen Pelna.

Sarah squeezed his shoulder as she sat beside him and she felt her heart ache. How had she missed how close he was to breaking? Pelna was so quiet normally, it was easy to presume he was just dealing with everything. But he wasn’t and someone should have seen it sooner. “I’m sorry we’ve all been heaping so much on you. And Petra too. I don’t what’s gotten into him lately.”

Pelna wasn’t her son, but Sarah still laid and arm across his shoulders and hugged him. “Nothing is slipping through your fingers, I promise. Tell me how to help you.”

[aberratixns-blog]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG

SPEED: If I’m online when you reply, then usually as soon as I see it.

REPLIES: God I suck at keeping track of things. I do have a thread tracker for longer threads, so just tell me if you want me to add your thread to it, otherwise, know that I have a decent chance at losing it.

STARTERS: Starter calls and sometimes at random, or if we plot. Depends though.

INBOX: Send me anything and everything, and I’ll usually respond as soon as I see it.

SELECTIVITY: Eh, moderate I guess. I usually need people to have a rules/about page that I can find, and I won’t RP with any Sonic the Hedgehog, MLP, or IRL person blogs, and I won’t RP with Sans or Papyrus from Undertale. I’m also super iffy with Homestuck and DBZ blogs if I don’t already know the muns. This is more for my own comfort and safety than anything.

WISHLIST: Ship with me I’m gay.

HONEST NOTE: If I ever word something weird and it doesn’t make sense or sound right, yell at me about it and I’ll fix it. This is mostly bc I use sign IRL and it uses a dif structure. I’m p good at not fucking this up though.

Also, if I ever, EVER do something to miff you off or hurt you, then please actually tell me about it. Not about that hiding-shit life and I would rather we sort things out and be cool, than be crashing over lines and things without knowing and hurting you more.

Tagged by: @fixryambiticn my buddy my pal mi amigo

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[gordonwilliamsweb]

Can Pfizer and Moderna End the Pandemic by Sharing Their Vaccine Designs? It’s Not that Simple

“Pfizer and Moderna could share their design with dozens of other pharma companies who stand ready to produce their vaccines and end the pandemic.”

— Feb. 3 in a Facebook post

This story was produced in partnership with PolitiFact. It can be republished for free.

Vaccine makers Pfizer and Moderna earned praise for creating highly effective covid-19 vaccines in record time. But are they inadvertently hurting the public by not sharing their technology with other pharmaceutical companies to help speed up vaccine manufacturing and distribution?

That’s what one post circulating on social media claims.

“The vaccine shortage doesn’t need to exist,” reads an image of a tweet shared thousands of times on Facebook. “Pfizer and Moderna could share their design with dozens of other pharma companies who stand ready to produce their vaccines and end the pandemic.”

In short, the situation is not that simple. The post was flagged as part of Facebook’s efforts to combat false news and misinformation on its News Feed. (Read more about PolitiFact’s partnership with Facebook.)

The tweet doesn’t mention that the two drugmakers are already partnering with other companies to produce the vaccine. It also makes it appear as if dozens of companies are regulated to make vaccines and have a ready supply of the raw materials, equipment and storage needed to efficiently and effectively produce them. Experts say that’s not the case.

When PolitiFact reached out to the tweet’s author, Dr. James Hamblin, a public health policy lecturer at Yale University and writer at The Atlantic, he acknowledged that using the words “stand ready” in the tweet inaccurately implied the process could begin immediately.

“It takes time and investment to begin making mRNA vaccines,” Hamblin told PolitiFact. “The companies would need the assurance that they not lose money by getting into that space, possibly in some way similar to the assurances given during the research phase of warp speed.” 

Vaccine Technology Narrows the Field

Both Pfizer and Moderna’s vaccines rely on newer messenger RNA technology. (It has been studied for some time but hasn’t been used in a vaccine until now.) The mRNA is fragile and needs to be handled carefully, with specific temperatures and humidity levels to keep it from breaking down. 

It’s highly unlikely, experts say, that “dozens” of manufacturing plants have the capability to get this type of production off the ground immediately. Even if Pfizer-BioNTech and Moderna made their vaccine designs open source today, pharmaceutical researchers estimate, it would still take several months for other companies to produce the shots, and by then mass distribution and inoculation will be well underway. 

PolitiFact reached out to both companies for comment but did not hear back.

Dr. Rajeev Venkayya, president of the Global Vaccine Business Unit at Takeda Pharmaceuticals and former director of vaccine delivery at the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation’s Global Health Program, wrote a Twitter thread addressing the complexity and risk of vaccine manufacturing.

Among many other issues, Venyakka said, vaccines are complex biologics and it’s hard to predict whether changes to the manufacturing process will affect the vaccines’ effectiveness or safety.

“Many vaccines are made by growing viruses in cells, and when that doesn’t happen as expected, it can lead to losses in production and delayed timelines. This is an area where cell- and virus-free mRNA vaccine production has a major advantage,” Venkayya wrote. 

“For these reasons, every aspect of vaccine manufacturing is tightly controlled: raw materials, equipment, production processes, training, operating procedures etc. All of it happens under GMP [good manufacturing practice] regulations, and facilities are regularly inspected.” 

According to the Food and Drug Administration, manufacturers may share any information or data about their products they choose, as they are the owners of the information. But the company is responsible for ensuring that any contract manufacturer is in compliance with the FDA’s good manufacturing practice regulations.

These rules establish minimum requirements for the methods, facilities and controls used in making and packing pharmaceuticals. They aim to ensure that a product is safe for use and that it has the ingredients and strength it claims to have.

Existing Partnerships Are Already Speeding Production

John Grabenstein, associate director for scientific communications at the Immunization Action Coalition, a vaccine information organization that works in partnership with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, told PolitiFact the tweet wrongly presumes that the companies aren’t already outsourcing production. Grabenstein tracks partnerships between pharmaceutical companies and contract manufacturers. 

He said Pfizer-BioNTech is working with biopharmaceutical companies Rentschler and Polymun, while Moderna has partnered with Rovi, Recipharm and Lonza. Some of the companies are located exclusively overseas, while others have plants in the U.S. 

Typically, the contractors are doing one of the major portions of production, Grabenstein said, such as manufacturing the bulk product, formulation of the bulk into the final preparation, filling the drug product into vials, or finishing the final packaging, which could include labeling vials, inserting them and paperwork into boxes, and assembling boxes for a carton.

For example, Rovi, one of the companies working with Moderna, signed a contract in July to start filling and packaging 100 million doses of the vaccine in early 2021.

In fewer cases, a full-fledged manufacturer is commissioned to make a mirror image of the original product, from start to finish. 

One example of this is the Serum Institute of India — the world’s largest vaccine manufacturer — which is already producing a parallel version of the Oxford-AstraZeneca vaccine that the institute will market with the trade name CoviShield. The institute launched the construction of new facilities in June to make that happen. The organization recently announced a similar partnership with Novavax. 

“This is incredibly intricate and the number of facilities and trained personnel is really, really small,” Grabenstein said. “It’s not like you’re just giving a recipe to another restaurant. That ‘recipe’ is thousands and thousands of pages long, and then you have to validate and show that you meet all the really tight performance specifications and prove consistency of process before any of the regulators will let you distribute any of the vaccine.”

Hamblin, the author of the Twitter post, said it’s unlikely the companies would share their vaccine designs, given the current system of intellectual property and funding, though he noted exceptions, like Sanofi.

Sanofi, a French multinational pharmaceutical company, announced in January that it had entered into a partnership with BioNTech, the company that co-developed the vaccine with Pfizer. Sanofi said it will provide the company access to its “established infrastructure and expertise to produce over 125 million doses of COVID-19 vaccine in Europe.” Initial supplies will originate from Sanofi’s production facilities in Frankfurt, Germany, this summer.

Hamblin noted that if vaccine makers open the intellectual property in a permanent, unconditional way — rather than on a small scale for a finite period — it could help get more companies and governments into the production “in a more permanent, cost-effective way.” 

“If we have to manufacture boosters in specific areas for new strains, for example, or for the next coronavirus, we could be on it right away,” Hamblin said. “Again, speaking hypothetically about that — not implying it will happen or would be quick or easy or anything else.”

Defense Production Act Allows Greater Collaboration But Takes Time

With President Joe Biden invoking the Defense Production Act, couldn’t that serve to help speed things up? Yes, but the law is not as sweeping as some think. 

The Defense Production Act of 1950 gives presidential authority to promote national defense by expediting and expanding the supply of materials and services from the U.S. industrial base.

Dr. George Siber, a vaccine expert on the advisory board of CureVac, a German mRNA vaccine company, told KHN that invoking the act would allow the government to commandeer an appropriate plant to expand production, but that it would still take about a year to get going.

Companies would first have to undertake a thorough cleaning of their equipment and facilities to prevent cross-contamination and would need to set up, calibrate and test equipment, and train scientists and engineers to run it, Siber told KHN.

“Do you want glass? Aluminum? Filter resins? What is the thing that you need?” Grabenstein said. “For example, vaccine manufacturers say, ‘If only I had more glass vials, I could increase my weekly production.’ OK, the government gets you more glass vials. Then it reveals the next bottleneck.”

He added: “Is there production that could be stopped or delayed, and let those machines be used for this goal? Sure, but you still have to clean it, and quality-control that it’s really clean, and then the transfer and validation of process. It’s months or years of commitment. This is not turn-on-a-dime kind of stuff.” 

According to the CDC, nearly 66 million doses of the Moderna and Pfizer-BioNTech vaccines had been distributed and roughly 45 million administered by the second week in February.

The U.S. has vaccinated about 10% of the population, putting it about sixth in the world, according to a tracker maintained by The New York Times. 

Our Ruling

A post claims the covid-19 vaccine shortage doesn’t need to exist because Pfizer and Moderna can share their vaccine designs with “dozens” of other pharmaceutical companies that are ready to produce the vaccines and end the pandemic.

This premise oversimplifies the vaccine manufacturing process.

First, the post doesn’t mention that Pfizer-BioNTech and Moderna already have partnerships with various contract manufacturers to help speed up vaccine production. Second, industry experts say it’s highly unlikely “dozens” of pharmaceutical companies that aren’t already producing the vaccines stand ready to do so. Supplies, personnel training and facility compliance are just a few aspects that make the process complex and lengthy.

So, while such partnerships are clearly an asset to rapid vaccine production, they are not entirely practical in the grand sense that this tweet implies.

The statement contains an element of truth but ignores critical facts that would give a different impression. We rate it Mostly False.

Source List:

Facebook post, Feb. 3, 2021

Science Magazine, “Myths of Vaccine Manufacturing,” Feb. 2, 2021

KHN, “Why Even Presidential Pressure Might Not Get More Vaccine to Market Faster,” Jan. 26, 2021

Twitter, Dr. Rajeev Venkayya thread, Feb. 1, 2021 

Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, “COVID-19 Vaccinations in the United States,” accessed Feb. 8, 2021

The New York Times, “Tracking Coronavirus Vaccinations Around the World,” accessed Feb. 8, 2021

PolitiFact, “State of Vaccine Supply Is ‘Opaque,’ ‘Hard to Pin Down,’ Experts Say, Feb. 4, 2021 

Modernatx.com, “Moderna and ROVI Announce Collaboration for OUS Fill-Finish Manufacturing of Moderna’s COVID-19 Vaccine Candidate,” July 9, 2020

Food and Drug Administration, “Current Good Manufacturing Practice (CGMP) Regulations,” updated Sept. 21, 2020 

Message from Dr. James Hamblin, Feb. 8, 2021

Phone interview, John Grabenstein, associate director for scientific communications for the Immunization Action Coalition, Feb. 5, 2021

Email interview, Alison Hunt, spokesperson for the Food and Drug Administration, Feb 5. 2021

Kaiser Health News (KHN) is a national health policy news service. It is an editorially independent program of the Henry J. Kaiser Family Foundation which is not affiliated with Kaiser Permanente.

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