#again. this is CoS Ed-coded to me

[heartsforkento]

my jjk x kpop dr!!

i hope you all will give fucks about this post umm soo let's go

i haven't shifted here YET but once i will 🙏

soo i have the hidden inventory arc characters here + choso (pookie) + sukuna (still pookie ig?)

we're called PARA (i thought of that in two seconds) because it comes from the word 'paranormal' and our concept is themed around paranormal and absurdity and shit like that 🔥 so think dreamcatcher or redvelvet. idk what to call our fans but we'll figure it out soon.

we debuted in 2013 and we're almost like bts/nct/svt type popularity. and we work like xg, like we're japan-based but promote in south korea.

our genres are rnb, psychedelic rock and pop and city pop. so that's like tame impala, pink floyd and various rap and city pop artists. sometimes we do nct/aespa style music as well.

like i mentioned before, we have a weird concept and that changes all the time. we debuted like loona but instead of solo songs, we debuted with group songs, like the vocal team, rap team and dance team. our debut song is "the 7th sense" from nct !

we used to be in some company later bought by hybe. and the jjk manga exists, but it's kinda like how enhypen has dark moon? i'm gonna script our manga is delivered slightly better than it is here and no one fucking dies. and that it wins multiple awards asw hehe.

i forgot to mention we're a 9 member group, 3 people each for vocals, rap and dance. and we're a co-ed group: 6 boys and 3 girls. the girls have our own sub-unit as well.

we kinda have lore? we have made some songs for our manga but our discography isn't entirely based on that.

and here are our positions: (this isn't in age order btw, idk about our ages i'm gonna let the universe decide that)

sukuna. leader and main rapper. he gives off leader vibes and he's totally the main rapper like i don't think any other position fits him 🙏

gojo. main dancer, visual and face of the group. i kinda see him as an all rounder but mainly focused on dancing

geto. lead/main vocal and visual. also plays the guitar, but only for some of our songs because we're a group not a band

nanami. main vocal. he is main vocal coded idc. i was stuck between choosing the rapper position for him or the vocal and i went with vocal. oh also he's my husband just putting that out there

shoko. she's main pookie. also the lead dancer. i was going to give her vocal but then i remember she smokes a lot so ... which is perfectly fine ofc

choso. lead rapper. there is no arguing against this 😡 my pookie will rap like a pro, fight me on this. also he could be the face of the group asw no harm

haibara. he's also main pookie. (😁) and he's lead vocal btww. and maknae *yayyy*

utahime. she's a dancer. confirmed by me. (she gives off yuna vibes)

me. lead rapper. also an all rounder and face of the group. i'm also good at vocals so maybe like a sub-vocalist, like i'm not part of the vocal team but my notes always hit 😘 i'm also uhh very well known for both singing and rap and i'm also the it girl and i think that's enough 🙏 (you can almost tell i shifted to this reality)

we have sasaeng fans and they aren't all that harmful, they're just there ... sometimes annoying but not too much

our fandom is kinda like carats/atiny/nctzens but backed with the streaming power of blinks and armies (ooh we won). also scripted we have a lot of chinese fans (they are so powerful)

as for scandals, i haven't scripted anything i'll give that also to the universe (nothing too serious tho)

and ofc i scripted i have the mental capacity to deal with scandals like i'm such a baddie 💔

and ofc we win a lot of awards and go on talk shows and shit 😍

ooh and i scripted a variety show but like it's a reality tv show, pretty cool and we call it paranormal, once again took two seconds to think of that lmao

in that we basically run around doing shit and try not to kill each other (me vs. everyone except nanami, hai and choso they're too cool to be trying to kill me)

oh and fancalls, i'm scripting our fans are funny so fancalls will definitely be an experience and hopefully not like those vernon fancalls (poor guy)

oooh i almost forgot. i scripted that we start w a survival show and from there all 9 of us gets selected (can't wait to see all my emotional edits)

ooh and also it's like 2012-ish soo all the guys will 100% have the justin beiber ahh hairstyle

examples below: (thank you seventeen)

(these pictures are us predebut core 😍😍😍)

kento alr had that side bangs hairstyle i just wanna see the other guys also looking like justin beiber sooo .... (except geto he'll have long hair like jeonghan)

wait imagine a paranormal x going seventeen episode where geto and jeonghan battle each other with their long hair

anywayyy

that's all i have scripted (i think)

this was so unorganized but thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️

lmk if there's anything else you guys wanna know

also nanami will definitely dance to newjeans songs watch out ‼️

[foxesscramble]

Advent Calendar: Day Twelve

Matching Sweaters - Watching the snow melt away - Royalty AU || "Are you alright?"

Katelyn Mackenzie x Aaron Minyard

@allforthegamebingo

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Katelyn is having a good night. She had just finished her first semester at Palmetto State and finals were officially over and she may be a little tipsy. Her friends had dropped her off a block away from her dorm hall. 

She’s not quite watching where she’s going, too busy looking around and making sure she doesn’t get kidnapped on her two minute walk from the cab to her apartment. Normally they would drop her at the dorm but she and her other friend had both gotten out to avoid having to stop at too many places due to the cab fare.

Too busy looking around she completely misses the guy lying down in the middle of the sidewalk. “Fuck,” She yelps as she trips over someone’s legs and tries to catch herself with her hands. The person she tripped over grumbles a little as he sits up. Katelyn tries to get up but she can only make it into a sitting position before her head starts spinning. Okay, so maybe she’s a little more than tipsy.

The boy in front of her is slouched over and squinting at her as if the sun was out. “The fuck are you lying on the ground for?” She says, proud of the way her voice only slightly slurs. He mumbles something that Katelyn can’t catch. “What?” She asked again, leaning forward to hear him better. 

“My brother left me at the bar and I walked home but I got tired so I sat down. Don’t know when that was though. Are you alright?” Katelyn giggled a little at the way the blonde in front of her was rambling. “‘M fine. Scraped my hand a bit, but it’s fine. Do you live here?” The dorms were co-ed so the boy very well could live there but it was only for STEM majors. “No, but I can’t really find it in me to get back to mine. I have a classmate who lives here do you have the code?” 

It probably should’ve occurred to Katelyn that he may have nefarious intentions but all she can think about is how warm her room is and how cozy her bed sounds right now. “Sure. I just want to go to bed.” The boy in front of her gets to his feet, stumbling a bit as he goes. Once he catches his balance, he reaches a hand down for her. Katelyn grabs it and uses it to drag herself up.

Once she was standing properly she was a little shocked to realize she was taller than the guy in front of her. Katelyn wasn’t short by any count but she certainly wasn’t tall either. This guy in front of her had to be around 5 feet tall. “Quite short, aren’t ya?” She mumbled as she took in his blond hair and hazel eyes. Up close, the man was actually rather attractive. He was slim but she could tell he worked out. He wasn’t buff per se but he was definitely in shape. His mouth twisted down and his eyes narrowed. “I’m not short. You’re just a giant.” Katelyn let out a laugh at that. Unbelievable.

“I am five foot three jerk. I am not a giant you are just short.” The guy's lips dipped lower and Katelyn couldn’t quite take her eyes off of them. Awfully plump, they were. “I want my bed so start walking if you still want inside.” The guy took a few steps forward and stumbled to the side. Katelyn groaned and hooked her arm around his and started walking forward. She wasn’t quite going straight but she wasn’t stumbling so that was a win in her books.

It took a lot of maneuvering to get inside the building and into the elevator. “What are you studying?” Katelyn asked through a yawn as she watched the numbers climb. “Biochemistry.” The guy slurred. Katelyn hummed and nodded. “I’m studying neuroscience.” The guy looked over at her and smiled a little. “Number please.” Katelyn stared at him for a moment wondering if he would give her anymore than that. He didn’t.

“What?” She asked and watched as he looked at her like she was missing something. “Can I have your number? We’re studying similar things. We can study buddy.” Katelyn briefly pondered the pros and cons of giving this obviously drunk guy her number before coming to the conclusion why the fuck not. “M’kay.” She said and took his phone right out of his back pocket, the guy made an offended sound but the elevator door opened and she dragged him out so she wouldn’t lose her floor. Typing quickly, she saved her number in his phone and gave it back.

He turned around and pressed the elevator button again. It opened a moment later, not having gone anywhere. “Goodnight, stranger and possibly future study buddy.” The guy stared at her for a moment before smiling a little as he walked into the elevator. “Goodnight. What’s your name?” Katelyn mentally scolded herself for not having asked his earlier. “Katelyn. Yours?” The elevator doors had already started closing. The boys smiled once more, “Aaron,” He answered a second before the doors closed.

Katelyn watched as the doors to the elevator shut and she stayed there a moment longer. There were thoughts running through her head but she was too tired to focus on any. Eventually, she turned around and started walking back to her dorm. A weird end to a long night but Katelyn couldn't say she was unhappy. The guy - Aaron, probably wouldn't text her but she didn't think it would be the worst thing if he did.

[shoshiftingdr]

hi!!! for the k-pop ask game: [ 🖇️, 🫐, 📂, 🫧 ] + you can answer for your co-ed group dr :]

THANK YOU OMG <33

I’ve been dying to talk about my coed dr so like thank you <33

[🖇️]

Definitely me and Kaito! The oldest and youngest, but it’s because we actually act like siblings, none of the members have siblings so we’re actually basically like siblings. I tease him a lot, the i hate you but i would make sure whoever hurts you is found in a ditch.

[🫐]

IM A SQUIRREL ��️

AND MY REPRESENT COLOUR IS PURPLE!!!

The squirrel doesn’t represent much other than how I am, and my cheeks when I eat.

But my colour does!

We only come out with an album the whole group, once a year. Each year it’s a new members album and a new colour. Our group colour is yellow, though my colour is purple. It can also give the whole vibe for the album! It’s one of my favorite things about my dr!

[📂]

Not really! We don’t eat or drink from anything, and if we do, it’s off screen. But I think that’s it?

Like we’re all very close and we’re also close with other people in our company, wether girl or boy.

So we don’t really have that much, our company, Starry entertainment (my own company) is very good, takes care of us greatly.

[🫧]

I’m the oldest in the group!

I have five other members, two other girls and three boys. So we’re even. We all have a very tight bond. As we have trained as a group for two years before our debut, and we made sure to communicate with each other.

I have known Daehyun the longest, as got in a few months after me.

While Yumei, our second youngest I have known for shortest time.

We’re all but Daehyun from different countries.

I’m fron denmark, Kaito is from japan, Seojun from the us, Hyeri from Vietnam and Yumei from China!

So we know a lot of languages, which makes us very known worldwide because of it.

While we all do different things all around the year, but when we have our comebacks, we always check in on each other when we have time and makes sure we’re all good. We’re still very sibling coded, and that can always be seen in our vlogs or variety shows!

(Think btob close <3)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR ASKING ME THIS IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3333

[mythandlaur]

Code: July Day 4 - AU

I don't think this one requires much extra explanation, except for the fact that, in my head, this doesn't actually solve nearly as many problems as one would expect, because fate's cruel and life's complicated and just because someone wants to help doesn't mean they're always good at it.

Also, I'm gonna come back around to the art swap prompt later because I'm going the in universe route and my current idea would require me to research French classic rock.

...

The first time Jim sees it, he very nearly chucks his attendance clipboard clean across the field in shock.

It happens while he's taking roll for the tenth-grade co-ed class, out on the track and field on an unusually warm spring day. He'd just been calling out names, idly letting his gaze run over the students present, when it had frozen him mid-list.

Annie Courtemanche. Day student, wanted to be a gymnast back since sixième but had recently changed her tune to wanting to become a dancer, even pushing for a club which he'd been all for signing off on.

He happens to glance over her when she thinks he isn't paying attention, and catches her staring at the ground with narrowed eyes. Her eyes are normally a very striking light green, so it's even more obvious that something is horribly wrong.

Jim can't see the sign they'd talked about from this distance, but it almost looks like her pupil has shrunk to a pinprick without an iris, the whites of her eyes almost too pure a white, flickering like television static.

"...Courtemanche?" he calls.

She raises her head and her eyes are normal again, just like that--Jim might've written it off as his imagination, but knowing what it actually meant, he couldn't possibly brush it off. It was too...eerie and wrong for him to have made it up, anyway.

"Here," she replies with all of her usual enthusiasm. She even sounds completely normal.

"Right..." Jim tries to ease up his sudden vice-grip on the clipboard. Good grief, it was like he was on the front line. He wonders where Class 4e-A is right now, but he can't recall their schedule off the top of his head. He'll just have to wing it.

It's an hour-long period, mostly devoted to stretches and stamina training. Courtemanche immediately falls over and complains that she'd torn something and had to go to the infirmary, despite being more than accustomed to these warmups.

(Belpois had tried that same trick not long ago, with really awful acting. Given he'd immediately asked Aelita to accompany him, Jim had simply assumed it was a pressing matter and had let him get away with it.

But Jim was on high alert for the students abusing his generosity, and upon seeing Belpois skulking back to his room in the middle of the day without so much as a limp, had confronted him about his "twisted ankle" healing up strangely fast.

It was meant to be mostly a joke, a prompt for him to explain what had actually happened, but Belpois had stared at Jim with a look of absolute confusion. Then, his eyes had widened and his expression turned absolutely stricken--he'd slammed his door in Jim's face without a word.

By the time Jim got back to his room, he'd received a painfully clinical e-mail describing the situation, and he cursed himself because he'd already managed to fail these kids he'd decided he was going to try and protect as best he could.)

"Let me see it," Jim tells Courtemanche, jogging over. "I know a thing or two about this, myself."

Her face twists for half a second, but she dutifully holds out her leg, though jerks it back when he tries to feel her ankle. "Don't touch it! It hurts!"

("Victims seem to be altered down to the molecular level," the e-mail had said. "My theory is that they are, essentially, converted partially intro electomagnetic fields. We know they have very little mass, and apparently their skin does not feel like a human's at all.")

Jim plays stupid. "Looks just fine to me. Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get out of class before we even got started!"

He chuckles heartily and ignores the other students' strange looks. He heads back to the other side of the field, and sure enough, Courtemanche gets up on her own a few seconds later. He feels her eyes--not her eyes--burning into the back of his head.

She tries the same sort of trick several more times throughout the period with increasing intensity--it's too hot, she feels sick to her stomach, she fell on the track. The real Courtemanche was physically healthy as a horse and refused to let anything stop her from training. It's hard to deflect all of her attempts, and he suspects some of the other students think he's being some kind of heartless tyrant denying help to a sick student. He can't afford to worry about that right now, he just has to keep her here for as long as he possibly can.

Eventually, the bell rings and he calls the period, the kids beginning to disperse. Courtemanche abruptly turns towards the school building.

"Courtemanche!" Jim calls out before he can think. Her shoulders visibly stiffen. He has to come up with the rest of the sentence on his feet. "I, uh, may I speak to you in private, briefly? Don't worry, you're not in trouble."

"But--I promised to meet someone at lunch...!"

Jim waves a hand dismissively. "I won't keep you long. Come on."

The other kids stare and mutter amongst each other, but after a few seconds of gawking, the clarion call of food wins out. The other kids walk away, and then it's just the two of them.

Come on, Jimbo, you've faced scarier than this.

Courtemanche shuffles up to him, rubbing her elbow with the opposite hand. "I don't know what this is about, but I really do need to go."

Now he has to come up with a reason to keep her talking. "Do you?"

"What?"

"Come on, walk with me."

She follows him to the track with very noticeable reluctance, but at least she is still following. Time for him to prove his mettle.

"Now, I understand that passions can come and go over time."

"...Huh?"

"Let me finish. You've been working real hard lately, and I respect that, it's one of those things that makes me think you're really gonna make it out there, you know? But I can't help but notice you seem to be falling off the proverbial horse, uh, so to speak. In athleticism as much as in creative pursuits, burnout is a real concern, especially coming out of the honeymoon phase of a new skill. You learn and train and make progress, and then you hit a wall, and you ask yourself do I really want to do this? You get tired! Browbeaten! But if you keep throwing yourself against that wall forever, you're not gonna break through before you hurt something, you hear?"

"Um..." Courtemanche looks so confused Jim almost wonders if he'd been wrong this whole time. "I think you have the wrong idea..."

("Victims are capable of behaving in a manner very reminiscent of their normal selves. This is because the victim remains intact and aware, albeit in an altered state of consciousness. They can still carry out XANA's instructions without the direct intervention of the spectral agent."

Jim had read those words twice to process them, then glanced towards his door into the boys' hall. Belpois was speaking from experience.)

...His blood starts to boil at the memory. He takes a deep breath. Not now. Don't break now. "Maybe so! But given your behavior today, it is still something I want to bring up. You're..." He scratches his head. "You're a tough kid, Annie. Determined. You're a fighter."

("They cannot be reasoned with or dissuaded, but there is some potential ability to delay themselves with conflicting signals to the nervous system if they attempt to regain control of their body.")

"I don't think you'd let this take you down so easily--burnout, that is. You're smarter than that."

Jim catches movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head just in time to see a blurry blue shape sprinting for the path into the park, a purple one just behind him. Courtemanche had stopped walking for a moment, but he catches her looking in the same direction.

She abruptly checks her watch. "I won't, you're worried over nothing. I have to go."

Courtemanche shoves him slightly in the arm, but it's not enough for him to lose his center of gravity, and when she pivots to walk away, he manages to grab her shoulder.

It feels like putting your hand in front of one of those old CRT televisions, that sort of fuzzy sensation.

"Not so fast!"

It comes out louder and harsher than he'd meant for it to, and he can tell by the way she--it--goes visibly rigid. Its free fist clenches tight at its side.

In one smooth motion, she turns on her heel and faces him.

This time, he sees the sign clearly--along with the hateful, yet somehow empty glare that does not belong on her face.

"...Jim?"

Jim blinks. He's lying on the track, cheek stinging with road burn and nose full of the smell of burnt hair. "Uh...?" He blinks several more times, trying to recall how he'd wound up on the ground. Had he passed out? What time is it?

"Jim, are you all right?"

It's not the same voice that had called his name earlier, and he drags himself into a sitting position, rubbing at his stinging cheek and glancing over to the sources.

It hits him like a ton of bricks.

"S-Striker! Puma!"

Stern and Della Robbia both give each other a look and roll their eyes. None of them seem to have taken to Jim's call signs too well--oh, well, they'd come around eventually, that wasn't important.

Jim scrambles to his feet. "It's--Annie Courtemanche, she--!"

"We know." Stern grimaces and rubs at his shoulder. Jim notices his sleeve is burnt in several places. "Trust me, we know. She cut the elevator cables and Spidermanned down the shaft."

Della Robbia whistles. "Whoof, you got on the wrong side of her too?"

He points in the vague direction of Jim's face, and Jim rubs his stinging cheek. Now that he's more conscious, he's fairly certain it isn't just road burn. "She kept trying to cut out of class," Jim mutters. "I tried to stop her..."

"You really didn't have to," Stern says, brows furrowed.

"No, no, I did!" Jim tries to pull himself up to his usual level of swagger. "For my honor as your protector!"

"...Uh-huh."

"Well, I appreciate it," Della Robbia quips, digging around in his pocket and pulling out his phone. "We still somehow scraped by just in time again. I feel like I've been run over."

"From what Aelita says, you were run over."

"Only a little bit!" Della Robbia raises his phone to his ear, other hand on his hip. "...Hey, Jeremie! Yeah, Jim's fine, he just got a little zippity-zap. We still doing the thing?"

"We wanted to warn you before we went back," Stern explains.

"Eh? Are you sure you want to do that?"

Stern shrugs. "The elevator's totally busted and there's no way we'd be able to fix it ourselves. Besides, Jeremie's probably got a concussion and Yumi fell off one of the rafters."

Jim's fists clench. This kind of thing is what keeps him doing this, despite the personal and legal risks to himself--they talk about getting attacked and almost dying like it's an annoyance, like it's bad food at the cafeteria or a spot of rain. These are teenagers, they should be worrying about girls or sports or test results, not this.

He doesn't know what sort of thing this XANA is, going after children like this, over and over and over. He'd like to give it a piece of his own mind, but that's not something he can actually do himself.

"...Okay, see ya this morning, Einstein," Della Robbia chirps, hanging up the phone. "T-minus one minute, we're going to just before breakfast. At least I'm gonna know to go for the sausage seconds early this time."

"And that means I'll be allowed to eat mine without you giving me horrible ugly puppy dog eyes, right?"

"Hehe, no promises! And they're very handsome puppy dog eyes, thank you very much!"

It absolutely boggles Jim's mind how these two can talk so casually after something like this, and that just makes him angrier. They're used to it. Belpois had said they'd been doing this for no less than a year by the time he'd found out about it, and now things only seem to be getting worse for them. They shouldn't be used to it. It's not fair.

They don't know the depth of the situation they've put him in, really. They don't know what kind of hot water he might be in if he gets found out in all this. But he's willing to do it because who else will, because someone has to know, someone has to keep them from running themselves into the ground.

The world slows to a crawl and then turns white. Jim's stomach briefly attempts to vacate his chest cavity.

Jim's in the cafeteria, just finishing up early breakfast at the faculty table. He doesn't even wait for the disorientation to pass before excusing himself and heading into the courtyard.

(There's no point to it, he knows, everything is fine now. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to check on Annie Courtmanche anyway.)

[actualbird]

OKOK WAIT no one else will understand me but for my filipino ppl..

artem - humss (humanities) bc…duh

vyn - humss (humanities) bc so many ppl who take it want to be psychologists and also it’s rlly funny thinking that vyn and artem are in the same classes and all they do is argue.

marius - a&d (arts and design)…..duh

luke - STEM BECAUSE HE JS WOULD I THINK.

HAHA, IN FAIRNESS, ANON, im pretty sure non-filipinos can easily understand high school strands/tracks. ironically, i actually personally Dont understand it as much because i graduated high school before strands/tracks were implemented, i was able to Escape Right On Time jKHVFAOSFLASVFLA

anyway ur so right tho. despite vyn technically being in a medical practice, hes very humms coded about psych. plus, his second degree is in pedagogy which, again, very humms of him. i rlly like how your reasoning for him includes him and artem beefing with each other in class though, thats more important to me than anything jkHVAJHFVAKJ

gonna move past marius because thats Obvious, it is just so sad to me that an art kid was made to take on business in the future 😔. meanwhile luke is very much STEM, i'd go so far as to say luke gives off went-to-pisay energy, which made mc sad because she and luke went to the same co-ed grade school together but then he went off to pisay while she went to—

and thats where i have to stop because i fear if i speak too much about filipino high schools im gonna end up doxxing myself jkhKJHAVFJKHFA

[stevensavage]

The Rapture for the Disconnected

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As all my regular readers know, I get obsessed with things, which finds its way into my blog posts. I’d like to share my latest obsession, Ed Zitron’s comments about how terrible leaders in the business world are what he calls Business Idiots.

The Business Idiot is going to sound familiar to a lot of people - and you, my regular readers, are almost certain to have met these people. People who are completely outside of (and unfamiliar with) actual productive work, focused on things like “growth” and “market share” but not doing things, and absolutely out of touch with reality. They may be lauded by the business press for their genius, but what we don’t have any proof they actually know how to do anything. They probably have business majors and have never not been in some kind of management.

They don’t actually do anything, but want to enter the world of vibes and powerpoints and that’s it. They move things around and get press, money, and venture capital. Any actual useful product, anything for community, is at best a side effect.

Business Idiots, worse, are aspirational for people. Their goal is to get away from people doing actual work as soon as possible so you can enter the airy world of management. It’s like some kind of Rapture for the Disconnected.

You’re probably nodding, if only in your head. You’ve dealt with people like this. You might even be trapped in a Business Idiot job and hate it. We’ve all been there.

I got Zitron’s post and am going to be chewing this one over for awhile - and for several blog posts doubtlessly. Beyond bringing it to your attention, I wanted to note the importance of being good at something. That’s a good reminder of why these Business Idiots are dangerous - the contrast.

I work in IT, in medicine and academia, as a Project Manager. Now the best Project Managers are people who’ve done something else before being a Project Manager. You were good at something and you can in turn apply that to managing things. I used to code, still mess around a bit and do websites, as well as my art under a pen name and other project. I get doing something and still do, and thus I can be old and crotchety and complain about web frameworks.

I also work with a variety of doctors, nurses, researchers, and so on who moved into management, leadership, and so forth. Some of them still practice their previous profession, but all of them knew how to do something and the results it had for other people. As I put it to a friend, when you work with someone who has reached into a human torso or handled deadly chemicals, you pay attention to them.

That old joke about people getting overpromoted to management ignores the problem of management that never knew how to do anything. I’ll take the people who have done surgery, written code, or had to ask the safest way to handle acid, thanks. They get results and they get who they work for and what their co-workers are like.

And yes, I’ve dealt with people promoted over the heads. But upon reflection I’d rather deal with the formerly competent who may be so again, who get how things run, than those that never did. It’s also a reminder to value real leaders.

The Business Idiot reminds me of distant royalty - inbred, pampered, only knowing how to lead their lives moving people around like chess pieces. We have, unsurprisingly, re-created royalty, and as royalty does, it’s pretty inbred - only this time it’s mental. Well, for now.

It’s also not just Business. But that’s for later discussions.

I think Zitron’s definition is something that needs to get out there, become part of the lingo. Business Idiots. We have name for the people running huge companies and more that make horrible decisions to the applause of a sycophantic press. Because naming it is the start of addressing it - and if you look at the state of economics and government, we’ve got issues.

Now prepare for more posts on this subject over the next few months. You’ve been warned.

Steven Savage

www.StevenSavage.com

www.InformoTron.com

[ulkaralakbarova]

When brilliant video game maker Flynn hacks the mainframe of his ex-employer, he is beamed inside an astonishing digital world…and becomes part of the very game he is designing. In his mission through cyberspace, Flynn matches wits with a maniacal Master Control Program and teams up with Tron, a security measure created to bring balance to the digital environment. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Kevin Flynn / Clu: Jeff Bridges Alan Bradley / Tron: Bruce Boxleitner Ed Dillinger / Sark / Voice of Master Control Program: David Warner Lora / Yori: Cindy Morgan Dr. Walter Gibbs / Dumont: Barnard Hughes Ram/Popcorn Co-Worker: Dan Shor Crom: Peter Jurasik Peter / Sark’s Lieutenant: Tony Stephano Warrior #1: Craig Chudy Warrior #2: Vince Deadrick Jr. Expert Disc Warrior: Sam Schatz Conscript #2: Michael Dudikoff Head Guard: Jackson Bostwick Film Crew: Original Music Composer: Wendy Carlos Visual Effects Design Consultant: Steven Lisberger Producer: Harrison Ellenshaw Producer: Donald Kushner Executive Producer: Ron Miller Director of Photography: Bruce Logan Editor: Jeff Gourson Casting: Pam Polifroni Production Design: Syd Mead Production Design: Dean Mitzner Art Direction: John B. Mansbridge Art Direction: Al Roelofs Set Decoration: Roger M. Shook Costume Design: Rosanna Norton Conceptual Design: Jean Giraud Stunts: Ross Reynolds Story: Bonnie MacBird Costume Design: Elois Jenssen Stunts: Glenn R. Wilder Stunts: Larry Holt Stunts: Charlie Picerni Stunts: Gary Epper Stunts: Walter Scott Stunt Coordinator: Richard E. Butler Production Sound Mixer: James LaRue Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Lee Minkler Costumer: Lorry Richter Costumer: Nedra Rosemond-Watt Visual Effects: Chris Wedge Visual Effects: John Beach Visual Effects: Tom Bisogno Visual Effects: Nancy Hunter Campi Visual Development: Larry Elin Digital Compositor: Liza Moon Visual Effects Camera: John Aardal Systems Administrators & Support: Richard ‘Dr.’ Baily Visual Effects Camera: Don Baker Visual Effects: William Dungan Jr. Digital Compositor: Art Durinski Visual Effects Camera: Kris Gregg Visual Effects Camera: Patric Kenly Digital Supervisor: Jeffrey Kleiser Systems Administrators & Support: Bill Kovacs Animation: Donald Leich Visual Effects: Larry Malone Systems Administrators & Support: Tim McGovern Visual Effects: Malcolm McMillan Animation: Gene Miller Visual Effects Supervisor: Kenny Mirman Visual Effects: Craig Reynolds Systems Administrators & Support: Frank Vitz Production Coordinator: Lynn Wilkinson Camera Supervisor: Christopher Dusendschon Technical Supervisor: John Hughes Visual Effects Camera: Peg Hunter Animation: Barry Cook Storyboard Artist: Bill Kroyer Storyboard Designer: Jerry Rees Animation: Darrell Rooney Animation: John T. Van Vliet Pre-Visualization Supervisor: Roger Allers Storyboard Artist: Andrew Gaskill Conceptual Design: Chris Lane Conceptual Design: Peter Mueller Concept Artist: John Norton Art Designer: John Alvin Concept Artist: Michael Peraza Jr. Art Designer: Drew Struzan Movie Reviews: r96sk: An acquired taste. For me, someone who has no knowledge of computer programming and the sort, it’s a very slow, tedious and boring watch. ‘Tron’, unfortunately, didn’t take my interest whatsoever. Not helped by the poor special effects (they get a pass due to it being an 1982 release; though I’m not convinced it’s good either way) and forgettable cast performances, it’s not a premise that’s easy to get into if you have no prior understanding of coding etc. There is some intrigue in there, but not nearly enough to satisfy my viewing pleasure – it felt like a much longer run time than 96 minutes, that’s for sure. All cool if you love this, but I very much didn’t. Hopefully the 2010 sequel gives the concept a major boost. CinemaSerf: I saw this again yesterday – it’s 40 years old! I didn’t see it at the time, I was one of those kids who hadn’t the slightest interest in “Space Invaders” nor did I ever have an Atari, but I do recall the fuss that was being made about Disney’s first foray into the wor...

[doodlegraveyard]

3/5 specialist designs (riven and sky can be a set because they’re both pissing me off)

[Image description: Specialist redesigns. The Red Fountain uniform is restyled as something like a cross between a fencing uniform and futuristic flight suit, a white and grey cropped military jacket with high boots and gloves with pointed, dragon-like flairs. A red crest in the shape of a dragon is over their heart. All the Specialists wear the uniform a little differently: Tim, slim with shaggy brown hair, wears his jacket open, as it’s a bit too large; his weapon is styled as a laser crossbow rifle. Brandon, broad and confident, wears some additional armor and heavy duty gloves, wielding his oversized halberd phantoblade. Helia wears a monk-like red sash draped over her shoulder, with three pleats signifying she is their upperclassmen; her hair is pulled up with a pin in the shape of a dragon’s head. End description.]

long winded mess of thoughts under the cut

my rage and confusion @ why the red fountain uniforms are BLUE...(didnt make them all-red bc i know the paladins who show up later are also red... anyway i like the white) i also got rid of their unnecessary color coding and just let each boy wear the uniform a little differently. There are red capes for the standard uniform most students just don’t wear them on missions for practicality’s sake.  I was trying to balance sci fi and fantasy and im really partial to it tbh.

Red fountain thoughts: there are courses for Specialists and sorcerers, but the sorcerer core is much smaller, exclusive and specialized and is mostly for older students/basically the equivalent of extended education (all the sorcerers at red fountain have to go thru basic specialist/combat training, its one of the things that are specific to this ‘order’ of sorcerer.) In my quest to differentiate witches/fairies/the male magic users (i’m using ‘sorcerer’ over wizard bc i like it better that's all) i decided that sorcerers have an almost dnd cleric/warlock pact with a Magic Entity who they draw power from. This power can be revoked hence theres developed an almost a monk or knight-like code of honor and ethics in most larger sorcerers orders. In the case of Red Fountain they are, of course, Dragon sorcerers. I’m making Dragons a bit rarer and more revered (what with them being associated with basically the creator deity of this world) so those skinny things the specialists ride are....draconic animals but not Dragons. i’ll call them drakes or make them wyverns maybe?

Anyway the RF Sorcerers all swear fealty to The Dragon of Red Fountain who i imagine is mostly dormant in a secret treasure room lair at the center of their school-fortress. MAYBE this is where Helia was for that hot second where she ‘dropped out’ of being a specialist (YET HELIA IS A SPECIALIST AGAIN LATER WITH NO EXPLANATION......i want the show to know theres a difference between ‘ougjhgutj mysterious’ and ‘literally we know nothing about what this person has going on’)

Also. I made Helia a girl. I know he’s already a bishonen but i wanted to co-ed-ify both RF and Alfea and while background male faries works i REALLY wanted an on screen female specialist. Figured it was easier to just trans one of the existing known characters than ingratiate ppl to a new one and tbh helia is the one this affects least. if anything it makes her more interesting. also that agonizingly shy non-courtship between helia and flora where they like barely talked but are obsessed w each other IS lesbian behavior.

Helia in my version has a Reason to be there, which is, ‘this underclassmen squad is STILL not meshing and they keep Causing Problems, also maybe one of them is under watch bc he mutinied/got mind controlled, here is an upperclassman to be In Charge. She then proceeds to NOT be helpful in solving their problems.

Bran’s weapon got switched out. a polearm feels appropriate for a royal guard while also feeling Stately enough to lend to him making a convincing fake prince? he’s definitely the tanky guy here

I love Timmys little mullet. I feel like he’s from a colony planet for some reason. some backwater moon, smartest guy in town who got into a really prestigious school, u know? Also I am a “Timmy is the leader” truther

[howl-fantasies]

A/N - Because I missed their little text-bickering. 🤯

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Riddl-ED

WHAT

THE

HELL

Y/N?!

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Y/N

Is it suppose to be a riddle?

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Riddl-ED

OF COURSE NOT DUMBASS!

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Y/N

Just wanted to be sure.

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Riddl-ED

Well now you are. Then, again, WHAT THE HELL?!

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Y/N

Sweety, I know I'm super impressive and all, always know things that happened, are happening or are going to happen, but I'm not omniscient. And I'm not Galadriel, since she's an elf and everything. You'll have to be more precise.

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Riddl-ED

Don't make me start about how it is just impossible for you to be Galadriel or we will never sleep tonight. Or the next. But you've made a good point. You're not intelligent enough to remember every little details of your day. So, let me enlighten you:

WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT THE STORE FIDDLING WITH BABY'S CLOTHES?!

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Y/N

Thanks you very much TolkiED, I don't have the time to be nerdy with you tonight. Also, my limited brain works fortunately well enough to remember the code of your little bank account in the Gotham Central Bank. Or to find out any new code you would create in the future.

Concerning the clothes, well, what can I say. I bought a few, yeah. So what?

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Riddl-ED

Stop playing stupid!

You can't have a child with him!

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Y/N

Wow. Super bold of you to make this statement, knowing Zstalkersz will read it later when he thinks I'm not looking.

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Riddl-ED

I DON'T CARE! You can't be pregnant Y/N! And you can't be pregnant with HIS child!

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Y/N

You should be happy, you'll be a terrific gay uncle dear. As well as Oswald of course.

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Riddl-ED

Don't bring him into this mess!

What happened to you?! Weren't you terrified of the simple idea of pregnancy? Gods! You cried like a river at the GCPD last time when you were late!

Btw how late are you?! You were supposed to bleed last week.

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Y/N

Dude...

Are you following my cycle? Like, for real?

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Riddl-ED

Of course I am!

I wanted to be sure to spot any sign in case you would be knocked up! And it failed! What did I miss?!

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Y/N

Decency, I would say.

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Riddl-ED

Are you going to keep it?

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Y/N

Well, it's not really up to me to be honest.

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Riddl-ED

What? Is he forcing you to keep it?!

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Y/N

Not really, Victor is pretty indifferent.

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Riddl-ED

I'm scoffing right now, let me tell you! How is it he doesn't care when he was the co-maker of this upcoming disaster?!

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Y/N

Oh no. He was not.

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Riddl-ED

?!

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Y/N

Jim was.

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Riddl-ED

WHAT?! YOU SLEPT WITH JIMBO?! HOW?! WHEN?! WHY?! AND WHY IS HE STILL ALIVE?!

...

GODDAMMIT ANSWER MY CALLS!

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Y/N

I can't, phones aren't allowed during an echography, dear. Barb will kill me if she catches me texting or worse, chit-chatting with you. I'm not ready to die so soon.

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Riddl-ED

She knows?! And let you live to text the tale?!

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Y/N

Why of course. It concerns her directly after all.

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Riddl-ED

...

...

You did it on purpose.

...

You were especially vague about everything just to let me think you were the one being pregnant.

...

How dare you!

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Y/N

It was super fun. You were amazing darling, thank you so so much for this very good time.

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Riddl-ED

I hate you.

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Y/N

Don't block me so fast. How long do you think it will take to Oswald to piece everything together?

...

Wanna play a little prank with me?

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Riddl-ED

...

Gosh you're a piece of work woman.

...

Sent him a text.

...

Keep me updated.

...

I'm still mad.

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You'll pay for this one.

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Y/N

♥️

...

You don't need to make me bleed.

...

Already have, last week.

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Riddl-ED

You're disgusting. If not for the prank, I would have block you.

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Y/N

😘

[skzfairies]

KIM YEONG-MI (Hangul: 김영미), known professionally as Yuri, is a fictional Korean-American singer, dancer, rapper, song-writer, and producer under KQ Entertainment based in South Korea. She was formally in a girl group called IOI that was formed under the 2016 reality show, Produce 101. She was ranked number 5 on the survival show, and debuted as the main rapper, lead vocalist and dancer of the group. She also participated in Show Me The Money season 6, and the survival show Mixnine, where she ranked number one in the girl group. She is now debuted in the co-ed South Korean group ATEEZ, as a Vocailst, Performer, Procucer and Face of the Group

Korean Name: Kim Yeong-Mi (김영미)

Birth Name: Sofia Yeong-Mi Kim

Stage Name: Yuri (유리)

English Name: Sofia Kim

Birthdate: August 10, 1999

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Place Of Birth: San Francisco, California

Hometown: San Francisco, California

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Korean

MBTI Type: ENFP-T

Languages: English (100%) , Korean (100%) , Spanish (80%) , Japanese (60%) , Chinese (50%) French (20%)

— CAREER

Group: ATEEZ (formerly I.O.I)

Label: KQ Entertainment (formerly YMC Entertainment/CJ E&M and JYP Entertainment)

Years Active: 2016-present

Postion: Rapper, Vocalist, Performer, Composer, Cheorgrapher

Training Period: 2014 — 2016 (JYP) , 2017 — 2018 (KQ)

Occupation: Idol, Actress, Composer, Song-Writer

Entered By: Audition (JYP), Survival Show (IOI), Signing/Audition (KQ)

— PHYSICAL

Height: 170cm (5’7)

Weight: 54kgs (120lbs)

Blood Type: A

Face Claim: Jennie (BLACKPINK)

Rap Claim: Soyeon (GIDLE)

Vocal Claim: Siyeon (DREAMCATCHER)

Dance Claim: Chaeryeong (ITZY)

Body Claim: Hwasa (MAMAMOO)

Eye Color: Brown

Natural Hair Color: Black

— PERSONALITY

Postivie: creative, hard-working, confident, energetic, helpful, caring, open-minded, energetic, strategic, encouraging, wise.

Negative: hesitant, private, forgetful, pessimistic (at times), overworker, obsessive/perfectionist, naïve, stubborn.

a/n: these traits arent necessarily bad, but at times they can be negative.

— SHOWS

Produce 101 (2016)

Music Core MC (April 2017 - October 2017)

High School Rapper (2017)

Show Me The Money 6 (2017)

Mixnine (2017-2018)

Code Name Is Ateez (2018)

Ateez Treasure Film (2019)

Salary Lupin (2021)

Kingdom: Legendary War (2021)

Nevertheless (2021)

Music Core MC (2021)

— FACTS

She was eliminated on SMTM6 at Round 4

She ranked number one on Mixnine for girl group and overall

She ranked number 5 on Produce 101

She ranked number 3 on High School Rapper

She used to MC from October 1, 2016 to April 15, 2017 with Cha Eunwoo and Xiyeon.

She is an MC on Music Core for August 2021 along side with NCT’s Jungwoo and Stray Kids Lee Know.

She took her acting debut in Nevertheless as Seo Jiwan.

She has her own youtube channel named “Sofia Kim” where she used to post dance covers monthly after IOI’s disbandment, but she hasn’t uploaded dance covers on it since October 26th, 2017. Although she uploaded a v-log from when Ateez trained in the U.S and she has been uploading weekly since July 1st, 2021

She has helped written and compose songs of both ATEEZ and IOI, and she has composed and written Purple Kiss’s pre-debut single, “Can We Talk Again.”

Yuri has written and composed over 80 songs.

She has her drivers liscenes. She passed the test in September 2017, and she bought her first and only car in January 2019. She had been saving for a car since she was 13 years old.

Yuri can speak many languages. Her native language is Korean and English, she was raised with Korean and Spanish, her parents raised her with Korean growing up, and she was often babysat by her Uncle Carlos, who is married to her mother’s sister, Miyeon. Uncle Carlos native language is Spanish, and he taught Yuri and her brother, Jae, as well as his own childern, Maia, Iseul, and Manteo Spanish as they grew up. She is very close to those cousins, having grown up with them. She took French for two years in school, and she is learning Japanese and Chinese.

Despite growing up with the language, she made friends with Chan from Stray Kids, Lia from Itzy and Somi, and they often translated what teachers/managers would say if she didn’t understand what they were saying. Due to this, Yuri’s korean skills weren’t the best when she arrived at KQ Entertainment, so she had to study so she would be fluent. Hongjoong had helped her the most with improving her Korean skills.

Other members had helped her as well, they taught her the best they could in between schedules. Sometimes, they still give her lessons and get suprised when she already knows what they try and teach her, even though she is completely fluent in korean now.

She was also close to Jisung from Stray Kids, they bonded over both of them enjoying song writing and composing, and they have many many pre debut songs that they made with each other. Both are too embarrassed to play the songs.

She also made quick friends with Mina from Twice while training due to them joining the company around the same time.

She joined JYP 2015

She shares a room with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, she has the top bunk while Hongjoong has the bottom, but she often sleeps in Hongjoong’s bed, since he sleeps in the living room. She lays in Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s bed more than her own.

She once fell down the latter of the bunk bed in the middle of the night, Hongjoong had offered for her to switch beds, but insisted that she stayed on top, because she didn’t want any brain cells to leave his head when he falls down the latter as well. (her exact words) Seonghwa had put a night light in their room after that night, so she wouldn’t miss a step again.

After IOI disbanded, Yuri had stayed with JYP. She was going to make her solo debut after Mixnine, but after hearing news that JYP planned on debuting a boy group and postponing her solo, she hurriedly left the company and signed with KQ Entertainment, where she was promised a spot in KQ Fellaz.

She is lesbian!

Yuri is closest to Seonghwa, Mingi, Hongjoong and Yeosang in the group. Mingi and her instantly bonded after hearing that they were born a day apart, and they called each other “destined best friends” ever since. Yuri naturally got closer to Seonghwa and Hongjoong since they were roommates, and Yuri and Yeosang got closer to each other due to the fact that they were more vulnerable with each other than the other members.

Yuri has a box full of journals that she has been keeping since 2014. They are filled with diary enteries, her schedules, poems, song lyrics, drawings, she basically put anything and everything into these journals. She always carries one around, and she runs through a journal at least once a month. None of the members read any of them, only seeing the contents of them when she had shown them lyrics for a song she had been working on.

Yuri’s favorite show used to be attack on titan, but now her favorite shows are girl from nowhere, wandavison, and dickenson.

She has been a fan of marvel ever since she was young, and her favorite characters are spiderman, black widow, shang-chi and falcon(captain america).

She is a night owl and a light sleeper. She often stays up very late, but despite her tiredness, she is normally easy to wake up.

She enjoys drawing and painting, she often posts pictures of her work on Twitter and she hangs her paintings up on the wall next to her bed.

She is disorganized yet neat, whenever she starts a project it is always messy and her ideas are all over the place, but once she has all the elements and everything planned, she organizes it and makes it very neat.

The members often say her brain is very confusing on how it works, they are amazed on how brilliant she is and they are always surprised by her amazing ideas, they say that she is very intelligent and she thinks hardly about things, which can be positive and negative at the same time.

Yuri is always seen helping the members with anything, whether that be speaking english, singing, rapping, dancing, or just beating a level in a game. She is a very helpful and expirenced person, so the members tend to go to her whenever they are stuck.

TRIGGER WARNING: BODY SHAMING, STRICT DIET MENTION.

She was a fan favorite during Produce 101 and in IOI, so she didn’t receive too much back lash in joining ATEEZ, but she did receive some hate due to her gaining weight after IOI. She tried her best not to let the comment affect her, since the weight she gained after IOI’s disbandment was healthy and muscle weight that she needed to have, the comments died down after people realized that she wasn’t going to change.

She was placed on a very strict diet during her time on Produce 101 and in IOI, she said that time was really scary for her because she thought that her body was going to give out at any given moment. She is no longer on any strict diets and is taking good care of her body now.

Before Yuri had joined JYP, she used to dance and sing in the school choir. She did many styles of dancing, including ballet, jazz, hip-hop, and tap.

She appeared in Got7’s “Girls Girls Girls” music video.

She can eat spicy food very well, and is not picky at all. She will eat anything as long as it’s delicious.

tag list: @shinyddeonghwa @ateezjuliet t @atzaria

formatting credits: @nctdream-minji

[ddagent]

How do spy!John and professor!Delenn first meet?

Read at AO3

John ‘Starkiller’ Sheridan entered the Humanities building with a fake driving licence, a battered leather jacket, and plenty of earned confidence. He quickly navigated his way through the halls to the Politics department, nodding at a few smiling co-eds to keep his cover. Eventually, John found himself in front of the head of department’s office. A thin, reedy man with sharp eyes looked up from the papers in front of him. He stared at John curiously, as if he was a bug trapped under a glass.

“May I help you?”

“I hope so. I’m here to see Professor Mir.”

An equally thin smile appeared on the man’s face. “Professor Mir does not have any appointments for the day and her office hours are between one and three. You will have to come back later, Mister—”

“—Bradley. John Bradley.” John offered his warmest smile. “Are you sure she’s not free now? It’ll only take a few minutes.”

“Professor Mir does not have a ‘few minutes’ to spare on unscheduled appointments. If you would like to make an appointment, she would – perhaps ­– be able to see you next week.”

Next week was far too late. That code needed to be translated now and there was no one John trusted to translate a Minbari code than Professor Delenn Mir. So, John just waved off the Professor’s guard dog and went for Plan B. It wasn’t a perfect plan. John was too old and too experienced to be climbing drainpipes, window sills, and trellis. Yet here he was, hoisting himself in a most undignified manner into the Professor’s office. Susan, if she could see him, would no doubt give him hell. There’s other translators, she would say. But none like Delenn.

But she wasn’t there. With the scratch of pen outside signalling that the guard dog remained at his post, John took the opportunity to catalogue her office. There were a few family photographs on her desk; a stack of student papers and books on the corner. The candles showed regular sign of being used; her cup betrayed the rim of constantly being filled with tea. Nothing revealed Delenn Mir as anything out of the ordinary. Apart from the coat on the hook. It was a man’s overcoat, at least two sizes too big for the petite professor. The collar smelled of her perfume. There was still a hole in the pocket.

“Thank you, Lennier; I just want to finish marking those papers before the meeting.”

John hid by the door, cloaked in shadows, as Delenn Mir entered her office. Caught by the late afternoon light, John was struck – as he had been twelve years ago – by her beauty. A waterfall of dark hair over slight shoulders; a smile that left any man speechless. Bright eyes that missed nothing – including the man standing by her door.

“I assume there is a reason for your presence.” Despite the intruder, her back remained turned to the exit. However, her fingers lingered on a silver letter opener.

“There is.” She turned at the sound of his voice. John stepped into the light. “Hello, Professor. It’s good to see you again.”

“And you.” Delenn crossed the room, her eyes drinking him in. “I had hoped to see you again, after the Embassy. You have left me disappointed for twelve years.”

John chuckled. “Well, I apologise, Professor. Unfortunately, this is not a social call.”

“A shame.” Delenn pulled away. “Although, I have no idea what an intelligence operative would need with a Politics professor.”

“Your ability to speak Minbari. We have a code that needs translating.”

Delenn hovered by her desk. The letter opener was forgotten; instead, her fingers ran along the carved mahogany. More than once, her eyes strayed to the coat and then fell to the floor. “There are others. Our people are no longer at war. You could easily find someone to translate.”

“Not that I trust.”

Her lips picked up in a smile. “You trust me?”

“With my life, Delenn.” He closed the distance between them. “It might have been twelve years ago but I still remember a diplomatic attaché yelling in Minbari at the two guys beating me to high hell. I remember them listening, too.”

John remembered other things. The tone of her voice as she helped him up. The weight of her hands on his body as she guided him towards the exit. The sensation of her fingertips on her bare skin as he pulled his coat around her shivering form. The twisted war between their countries had lasted three years and that brief moment was possibly the closest they’d come to making peace until they actually signed the non-aggression treaty. So, when it came to dealing with the Minbari language, there was only one person John Sheridan trusted.

“You can come down to the office; I’m working as part of the Babylon Project now.” The last best hope for global peace. “In, out, thirty minutes. Then you’ll never have to hear from me again.” John’s stomach twisted at the prospect of something exciting. “Unless you want to, of course. Although, I have no idea what a successful Politics professor would have with an intelligence operative.”

Delenn Mir beamed. And just like that, John Sheridan had a new partner.     

[an-organized-confusion]

So, a tangent about scambaiters led me and the co-conspirator to think about Gymrat!AU shenanigans again:

Me: i can see gymrat!remus loving scambaiters like Jim [Browning] oh geez now given the fact gymrat!ro's not the most tech literate... he winds up getting wrapped in some of these scams ... which is p funny since he works/ed at a call center (more legit sorta solicitor type of gig, or taking in phone orders, than scaring people into forking over money via sus means)

Him: Roman: "Great, but I'm going to need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I haven't quite worked out how to use anything fancier than the Hasbro children's computer." Scammer: "sir are you trolling me?" Roman: "no, I've never had a role as a troll. Though i almost got to play the bridge troll in our class play in 5th grade. But then i got sidelined as rock number 4."

Me: (i kinda love the idea of ro accidentally scambaiting)

Him: Roman: "Hold on, let me hand you off to my husbando. He's much better at understanding this technobabble stuff. Jannie! Our bank is calling. They said we're overdrafted again." [Janus is rolling on the floor laughing.]

Me: (also think ro really depends on lotsa notes tacked all over his cubicle to just use the the call center's comp sys. for codes and data entry and shit - the absolute basics.)

Him: Janus, gets up, puts on a serious face: "listen, I've got good news and bad news for you, bank representative. I know for a fact roman can't even access his own bank account without me holding his hand through the process. That's the bad news. The good news is I don't intend to do anything about your attempts to financially and emotionally harm my fucktoy. Now here's some bonus free worse news: my fucktoy’s sibling is highly protective of their sibling and will trace back any call on their phone that lasts longer than 8 minutes. Which according to this call log has been going for 16 minutes now. Your location has already been ascertained and retribution is on its way.” roman blushing at being referred to as fucktoy: "jannieeee, not in front of the bank guy!"

[Remus meanwhile has quietly uploaded over 300 custom made viruses to the mainframe of the call center. Which are now in the process of filling every portion of available space with the most egregious borderline illegal porn in the world and then displaying it to every computer connected to it.]

Me: pffft... nested to hell-and-back redirects to get to those feeds

Him: Rewriting server permissions to assign admin to null Rewriting read permissions to all Redirects the porn into their email stack The very much illegal ones...

Me: (i'm also picturing lo offers a huge helping hand in this too) (since whilst i think Remus has a p good bedrock w/ software.. he's still more adept w/ hardware issues)

Him: Most of this is Logan’s work Remus just gave him the ideas And Remus was shocked at how very vindictive Logan was getting "They got my nan a few weeks ago."

[presumenothing]

prompts, you say? fullmetal alchemist marvel au, maybe?

not-actually-explanatory note: i was gonna play this straight and go with mangahood, but then 03 suddenly reminded me that CoS does, actually, live rent free in my brain

When Ed returns to their shared laboratory he's completely silent, which is orders of magnitude more concerning than if he'd kicked down the door while yelling.

Not that the latter hasn't happened a lot since they joined the SSR, because it definitely has, but that's also part of why Al can't imagine what could have possibly caused this. "Brother?" he tries anyway.

Ed shakes his head and waves him back to his work with an annoyed sound, only pausing long enough to grab a clean sheet of paper off Al's desk before stalking over to his own. Al returns to the calculations he'd been working on before, or at least he tries to, but it'd be impossible to focus even if the room wasn't now filled with the sounds of Ed's pen furiously scratching out line after line.

At least he doesn't have to wait long – Ed straightens less than ten minutes later, dropping the pen back on his desk and the note on Al's.

It's quick work to read through the few scribbled paragraphs even in their coded shorthand (however much spy work the SSR might do, it doesn't come close to what the most alchemists did to keep their work secret), but what Al sees is startling enough that he goes over it again just to make sure he hasn't misunderstood anything. "You're sure?"

Ed's stopped pacing up and down the room by this point, but the tension is clear even in his jerky nod. "They hid the really classified stuff, but what I did see was pretty damn clear."

Al blows out a breath. It explains Ed's agitation, at least: if the Project Rebirth they've been hearing so many whispers about is really about this, then – well. Ed's assessment had been that it reeked of human transmutation, or at least what analogue of it is possible in this universe, and Al can't say he disagrees.

"What should we do?" Al asks, because it's really up to Ed. Much of Al's memories are back by this point, but he gets the sense that he still doesn't really remember human transmutation the way Ed does, not the committing nor the aftermath of it.

"You know what we came here for." There's an unhappy tilt to Ed's expression that Al feels, too; the SSR had seemed (still seems) like their best bet of finding a way back to Amestris, which is why they'd let themselves be recruited even though he knew Ed hadn't really agreed with some of the work its agents did.

The compromise had been worth it, then, but now –

Ed scrubs a hand over his face, looking more tired than Al's seen him in these recent months. (That might be the worst of it, actually; despite his initial misgivings Al knows Ed has enjoyed their time here working with the SSR than the few places they'd been previously.) "I dunno, Al. For all we know it might not even work – god, that'd be stupid, imagine after all this convoluted secrecy absolutely nothing happens when they try it."

"Yeah," Al agrees, but even he can't muster much amusement beyond a small grin.

Human transmutation didn't need to work to exact a terrible price, after all, and nobody in either world knew this better than they did.

[heyheyheyhaikyu]

Favorite SMAU list✨

⚠️A little outdated, so ignore the bad links⚠️

Really liked: ‼️

He/him⭐️

She/her: 🌚

They/them: 🌝

I love them all, the highlighted are just the ones I’d recommend first ig^^

>ongoing<

~haikyu~

Off Camera: 1tsnoya (noya) 🌚

~my hero~

God’s favorite: youremy-celebrity (shinsou) 🌚

>completed<

~haikyu~

‼️‼️ Jokes on you!: saffron-nove21 (Tendō) 🌚

‼️‼️ Zoom: kutokawa (kuroo)🌚

‼️‼️ Count on me: boomboomjaz (Akaashi)🌝

‼️‼️ Just a friend to you: al3x1ss (Akaashi)🌚

‼️ Love is War: boomboomjaz (Bokuto)🌚

‼️ Network love: rintarhue (Kenma)🌚

‼️ Exit, stage right: oikawa-tuwu (oikawa)🌚

‼️ Hyena laughs: kawaiibokuro (Kuroo)🌚

People of UA: peachnopolaroid (shinsou :’<) 🌚

‼️ Omg they were roommates: noya-sleftankle (Tsuki)🌚

‼️ Conspiracy theories: bomboomjaz (oikawa)🌚

‼️ Three step plan: kageyuji (Kenma)🌚

‼️ Beta tester: kookie-doughs (Kenma)🌚

‼️ Gear shift: boomboomjaz (iwa)🌝

Weeb talk: boomboomjaz (Tendō)🌝

It was never meant to be easy: wickedgamesoyaoya (sakusa) 🌚

Boy in the waiting room: oikawa-tuwu (oikawa)🌚

Are you worth it?: indigohitoshi (Tsuki) 🌚

Crush Code: kageyuji (Akaashi/Kuroo)🌚

Is This Love?: nekomas-kuroo (Bokuto)🌚

5,000 miles away: katsushimaa (Tsuki)🌚

A modern love story: haikyuuwriting (Kuroo)🌚

Diversity: newfriendjen (Kuroo/iwa/oikawa)🌚

Runaway hearts: boomboomjaz (Kuroo)🌚

May we meet again: iwaishiteru (oikawa)🌚

Dorm Buddies: bokutos1mp (Tsuki)🌚

Eighteen: michaki (Bokuto)🌚

Open the gates: kumawrites (Kuroo)🌚

Oh, WTF?!: kurooskorner (Kuroo)🌚

High school sweethearts: babyshoyo (Bokuto)🌝

Melody of you heart: daisiesdecay (Kenma)🌝

False dichotomy: leviathans-watching (oikawa and iwa)🌝

Social distancing: giyuwu-san (Kuroo)🌚

What’s an ibff: briswriting (Kenma)🌚

Blind date: kenjikutie (Kenma)🌚

Songs 4 u: bokutobaby (Akaashi)🌚

tiptoes: hqbaby (semi)🌚

In the middle: softhorts (atsumu and sakusa)🌚

Telegraph ave: hxneekyuu (hanamaki and matsukawa)🌚

~my hero~

‼️ You suck at gaming: myherowritings (shinsou)🌚

‼️ Enemy: myheroheacanons (bakugou)🌚

‼️ Turn on you airdrop: myherowritings (shinsou)🌚

‼️ Number Neighbor: myherowritings (bakugou)🌚

‼️ FBI open up: youremy-celebrity (bakugou)🌚

‼️ Starstruck with you: scotchtapehanta (denki)🌚

‼️ You’re biggest fan: simplybakugou (bakugou)🌚

Nerd (affectionately): oniku-niku (bakugou)🌝

Glitter and crimson: samanthaa-leanne (bakugou)🌚

Cuddle buddy: bukojuiice (bakugou)🌚

Perfect stranger: katsucutie (denki)🌚

Player 2: eraser-baby (shigaraki)🌚

Be My Muse: miitsukai (shinsou)🌚

>will it ever update again? Who knows...<

~haikyu~

Volleyball idiots: deerixiie (noya)🌚

Summer Camp: prettysetterboiss (shoyo)🌚

I think I kind, you know: tsukikeisimp (Tsuki)🌚

Roomies: bokutobaby (Kuroo)🌚

The Unlimate Prank: chibishae34 (noya)🌚

mr. niki man: churochuu (daichi)🌚

Nocturnal Crew: haikyuuwriting (Bokuto)🌚

Turn the Beat Around: boomboomjaz (yams) 🌚

firebird: hxneekyuu (aone) 🌚

On track: kodzuvii (iwa) 🌚

~my hero~

Love from hour to hour: peachnopolaroid (bakugou) 🌚

Limelight: xxred-riotxx (shinsou) 🌚

Two player game: drapetomaniac (denki) 🌚

Co-ed: katsucutie (shinsou) 🌚

Be my mistake: peachnopolaroid (iida) 🌚

Here are my smau too if you wanna check those out🙇‍♂️

~haikyu~

>ongoing<

Home for the Summer: heyheyheyhaikyu (Yachi)🌝

When Worlds Collide: heyheyheyhaikyu (Bokuto/Akaashi)🌝

>Completed<

The fateful f*ck: heyheyheyhaikyu (kuroo)⭐️

[wellbelesbian]

ao3 tag game

@sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire thought i tagged them in this, but i actually haven’t done it yet. i will take this as an invitation to…

how many works do you have on ao3?

13, but some are really old marvel fics and a lot of them are unfinished.

what’s your total ao3 word count?

41303

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

technically it’s filtered as 5, but i’d say 3 because some fandom tags mean the same thing. Carry On Series/Simon Snow & Related Fandoms, Marvel Cinematic Universe, and Ancient Greek Religion & Lore/The Iliad.

what are your top five fics by kudos?

nothing is sacred enough to escape gen z humour- this is one of my oldest and dumbest fics, hence why it’s the top one. it’s an mcu fic about Peter and Shuri beginning a vine reference war that gets way out of hand. i guess it is pretty funny.

Hugs Are The Best Type Of Team Building- another mcu fic. this one was mostly written by my co-writer and i just supplied some ideas and beta-ed it, but i was put down as co-writer and, as another old fic, it’s built up a lot of kudos over the years.

Happier Memories- now we’re onto the recent stuff! this was my fic for the Carry On Anon Fest, where Baz proposes to Simon and it goes horribly wrong, but still ends up happy in the end.

Lend Me Your Comb- this is a short little drabble i wrote about Baz cutting Simon’s hair during lockdown. this is a fairly recent fic so i’m surprised it’s so high!

long is the road that leads me home- this is my snowbaz highwayman fic for the Carry On Through The Ages event. i’m surprised this fic is so high when i’ve still only posted the prologue. i promise i will write the rest eventually!

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try to, because it’s so nice to receive the comments so they deserve a response. but sometimes i just don’t know what to say! if there’s anything in a comment i can latch onto i will, if not i’ll just try to leave a thank you.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i’ve barely started it, but the only one of my fics with an angsty ending will be long is the road. kind of. basically it’s going to have 2 endings, one happy, one very sad. it’s weird because i LOVE writing angst, but i haven’t really written any since my wattpad days. i need to pick it up again…

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no, thankfully! maybe some back when i wrote on wattpad, because i got a LOT of comments on those and i doubt they were all positive. but i don’t remember anything worse than some people joking about typos, so it can’t have been that bad.

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

nope. i sometimes like to read it, but it just feels incredibly stilted and formal when i write it. maybe it’s because i’m ace, or maybe it’s something else. at the end of the day it doesn’t really bother me, i can just do fade-to-black if the situation ever calls for it.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

sort of. okay, so i’m talking about my long-ago wattpad days more than i expected here, but back in like, 2016, one of my friends found that a lot of their fics had been posted to some random fanfic website, and when we checked a lot of mine and another friend’s were there too. i don’t know if the website just had some code that copied fics from wattpad or if this was a person posting them there as their own, but either way there was no way to report it and they weren’t getting much traffic anyway, so we just had to leave it.

have you ever had a fic translated?

a few people messaged me on wattpad to ask to translate some of my fics, and i always gave permission, but i don’t know how many were actually translated. none of my ao3 fics have ever been stolen or translated! am i somehow a worse writer now than i was back then??

what’s your all-time favourite ship?

that’s a big thing to commit to because i change my preferences all the time! if we’re going by fics it would be snowbaz, if by tumblr posts i would be jonmartin (the magnus archives), if we’re going by the longest it would be solangelo (percy jackson). i guess snowbaz or Charlie and Nick from Heasrtstopper in equal measures, for now. but that could change at any time.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

a have 2 fics on ao3 that i co-wrote with somebody who i no longer talk to. they were generally a pretty manipulative and shitty person and sometimes i want to delete those fics, but i also don’t want the memory of them to ruin things i like, so i haven’t. on a lighter note, another friend of mine and i have repeatedly tried to write together, but despite how much fun it is to argue in a google doc, after half a dozen chapters we always get distracted and it fizzles out. we’re still good friends, we just need someone with more focus to mediate and force us to commit more.

what’s a wip you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

not even a wip, because once i start those i don’t ever really stop, but the story i have planned for my OCs is probably never going to make it out of my head and onto a page. writing original fiction is so daunting, and i have a terrible habit of simply not doing things if i suspect they’ll fail.

what are your writing strengths?

dialogue and characters. also foreshadowing. it’s why i love d&d! i can create a bunch of interesting characters and interactions, and be super ominous about the big bad.

what are your writing weaknesses?

describing places and blocking scenes. my friend who i tried to co-write with is a master at beautiful, descriptive prose, which is why we tried to write together. also fight scenes, though i thankfully don’t write many of those.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fics?

i’m only fluent in english and i don’t trust google translate, so i would need to consult someone who knows the language, or just put it in english in italics.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson and the Heroes Of Olympus.

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

basically all the ones that haven’t done as well as i expected are my under-appreciated faves. i can’t pick just one!

it’s so stupid, but Rats is one of them. it’s just a dumb little fic i wrote in one night and holds up surprisingly well. also, Simon referenced Baz farming rats in AWTWB, but i got to it first!

also All That She Wants, which was a very personal fic i wrote because i wanted Agatha to have female friends and balance her being gay and ace.

and finally we are slaves to the gods, whatever gods are, because i love ancient greece and trauma and that’s what this fic is a fusion of!

phew, some of this got personal 😂 i tag @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @bazzybelle @knitbelove and @nonbaznary if you haven’t done this already!

[dawnover-dusk]

it’s only like, two years later lol. inspired by my intern boot camp! lemme know if there’s too much medical jargon so i know i can tone it down in the future lol  EM resident wonwoo x IM intern reader, bullet point, not proofread more seventeen medical au here!

- wonwoo is a 2nd year EM resident - but as a fresh-faced baby intern, you mistake him for an attending - it’s not your fault really -- his aura and quiet stoicism despite the packed ED suggested years of experience - so when you are on nights and a patient that you are admitting starts crashing, you don’t even question it when he comes running over and ordering you to get fluids - after the patient’s vitals stabilize, your adrenaline is still pumping as you shakily say “thank you dr. jeon” - he contemplates you over his wire-framed glasses and nods, “oh it’s just wonwoo”

- and as you gush over wonwoo to your (barely awake) senior resident jeonghan, he begins to grin - you know you’ve only been working at the hospital for a month, but it’s long enough to know that jeonghan is scheming - so when jeonghan calls you over the next night to get sign-out for a new admission, you’re a lil sus - but you don’t have time to react when jeonghan runs out of the room cackling and you hear wonwoo’s voice over the speaker say “hey yn” - and you curse at how your heart jumps over his deep voice and you don’t know if you should thank jeonghan or kill him - when you go to see that patient, wonwoo can’t help but look over at you from time to time from where he is seated at his workstation - not that he purposely chose that seat because he could see that patient or anything because he’s definitely not interested ... and not that jeonghan texted him the entire night about you LOL - and he can see your eyes crinkle over your mask as you talk softly to the elderly woman - and how you pat her hand and she grasps yours for reassurance - and how you run over to the supply storage to grab a hot pack for her before you go back upstairs - just like how you were in awe of how calm he was during an emergency, he’s awed by how considerate you are - so he doesn’t even really mind when you walk into the medicine lounge for more keurig coffee and jeonghan ditches him in the most conspicuous way possible - “oh hi wonwoo!” you greet him brightly, setting down the steaming paper cup on the table as you plop down on the couch across from him - and now he is graced with your full smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling as he tentatively smiles back and gives a small wave - “thanks again for helping me out last night! you looked super cool and i hope that i can be like you,” you start, before realizing that that you just blurted that out without thinking - you could feel your face start to flush and if you weren’t avoiding eye contact, you would’ve seen that wonwoo’s hand had reflexively come up to cover his grin - “don’t worry about it, i know med school and the real world are totally different but you’ll get the hang of it. i’ve seen you with patients though and they can’t teach that amount of empathy, so you’re already miles ahead” - your eyes widen and even though you’ve been trying so hard to fake like everything’s been okay - intern year sucks - “thank you, wonwoo,” you whisper, but words cannot convey how much his recognition means to you - throughout the rest of the rotation, you meet up with wonwoo to have bad coffee and over time, you don’t even use jeonghan as an excuse anymore - whenever wonwoo is off, he texts to check in on you - wonwoo knows how scary it is to be alone as an intern on nights, and as much as he loves jeonghan, he knows that he’s less than…hands on - but you always try to change the subject from work because you believe that when you’re off from the hospital, you should be off - so you talk about video games and literature and spoken word poetry - and to his surprise, wonwoo ends up telling you that he sometimes writes lyrics for this music group that he was part of back in med school (he has never told anyone else this!!!!) - so you ask him to go to a show with you the next time you’re free and he’s like “sure” but internally he’s like “IS THIS…A DATE???”

- “wonwoo’s finally going to have a s/o!” jeonghan all but shouts to his co-residents jihoon and joshua in the morning - it’s been a month on nights and you’re back on the day team - you had gone to intern morning report while the rest of your team...gossips? - “it’s too early for this,” jihoon grumbles while joshua slides his chair closer to jeonghan - “i am the best senior that an intern can have and no one can tell me otherwise,” he continued while joshua just chuckled - “last i heard, you let the intern handle septic shock and you didn’t even leave the call room,” jihoon rebutted. - “uhh..hi?” you question as you enter the room and see joshua zoom back over to his desk and jihoon whip around and pretend to finish his email - jeonghan clears his throat to fill the silence but as he is the king of luck, your pager goes off and you exit that room as quickly as you had entered, shouting something about a code in the ED - jihoon: “so…are you gonna help or” - jeonghan: “nah it’s cool” - in the ED, you run over to the crowd that had formed around this patient and you see wonwoo at the head of the bed who nods at you - “yn, this patient came in with nausea and vomiting but her blood pressure has dropped and her mental status has changed. we think she’s having a heart attack” - you grab the EKG and your eyes widen as you tell the nurse to ready a defibrillator - “there’s nothing that we don’t already know on the EKG, we have to get her to cardiology,” wonwoo argues but you point out this one beat that is abnormal - “she’s going to get worse, wonwoo” you reply and before wonwoo can say anything, the patient’s heart rate skyrockets - “ready for defib,” wonwoo says. “charge to 200, and clear!” - the patient’s rhythm returns to normal and after her vitals are stabilized and she’s transported to cardiology, you see wonwoo slip out - “hey,” you call, and you see him stop in a less busy hallway, his eyes trained on the floor and his face pale. “let’s go somewhere else,” you grab the crook of his arm and lead him to the benches in front of the vending machines - you grab a cup of warm tea and sit down next to the silent man, noticing that his hands are shaking as he runs one through black disheveled hair - “…i’m sorry,” he starts as you gently bump your knee against his - “hey, she’s alive, she’s going to be fine,” you say, folding his shaking hands around the cup and wrapping your hands around his - even though this was foreign to wonwoo, it was…comforting. your thumb brushing across his knuckles, your breath falling in sync with his… - you were comforting - “you know what they always tell us in school, that medicine is a team sport? i’ll always have your back,” you laugh, and you see the corners of his mouth start to rise - “are we still on for our date?” he asks, although so lowly that you almost miss what he’s saying before a wide grin breaks out onto your face - “honestly it’s the highlight of my day off,” you reply

- skip forward in time and you’re almost at the end of your intern year - you pretty much live at wonwoo’s now, using the excuse that he lives closer to the hospital despite jeonghan saying you’re in LOVE - and now instead of jeonghan trying to play wingman, he’s complaining about how much wonwoo won’t shut up about you - when your schedules don’t match up, you prep food for him when he’s working and vice versa - on days off you switch off having lazy days in with going to the movies or hanging out with friends - you meet his med school music group and you’re surprised to see jihoon there (he glares at you whenever you try to bring it up during work though) - tells you the CHEESIEST jokes and wordplay and every chuckle he can get out of you is a victory that he rides the entire week - you’re each other’s go-to person for the most random thoughts, from “why does rheumatology take weeks when all they give are steroids” to “what are the ethical obligations for us as physicians to like…zombies tho…” - his affection for you in the hospital is in the form of coffee and trying not to admit complex patients to whatever medicine team you’re on (jeonghan will point out this favoritism CONSTANTLY) - appreciates that you initiate the skinship at home because sometimes he gets too nervous - one day you’re leaning on him as he plays video games, your laptop open on your lap and you should be doing work but you can’t help but absentmindedly stare as he plays - and you take in his furrowed brow and his glasses and the way he adjusts his headset - it hits you -- you love this man - and you’re so zoned out that you don’t notice that he’s paused his game and is looking at you quizzically - all you can do is pull him down and kiss him and only the need for air causes you to pull back - “so…should i play games more often?” he jokes and you sigh, the arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him as he giggles - “i love you,” you whisper into his neck as one of his hands smooth over your hair - “i would hope so, it would be awkward since you’ve practically moved in and all” - “wonwoo!” - and all you can see is his nose wrinkling in laughter before he kisses you again