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[ennobinfraasolution]

How to Install Maintenance-free chemical earthing?

Maintenance free chemical earthing is installed by digging a pit, placing the chemical earthing electrode vertically, and filling the pit with a backfill compound that enhances conductivity and prevents corrosion. The electrode is then connected to the electrical system using a GI or copper strip. Water is added to activate the compounds. This system ensures consistent low resistance and long-term grounding performance with minimal upkeep. It is ideal for sensitive equipment and industrial setups requiring reliable earthing.

[ostolero]

Mirroring Sheev's Plan by Sullivan

Performed by Austin Walker on AMCA

(originally posted on Cohost)

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Sheev's Plan:

get elected to senate for naboo

start new sith order

work republic and separatists against each other. recruit evil guy to lead separatists.

(this jedi kid is wicked strong!)

get jedi in deep with clone army. (save some clone jars for later? just in case...)

PIVOT: Make the jedi kid evil. dont need separatist guy anymore. got a new evil guy.

make my evil guy kill his jedi pals when they come to arrest me. ill finish em off with my lightning attack

(fucking guy used his sword to bounce my lightning back at me! honestly my fault. takes a minute for the lightning to wind down and he got my ass on the bounce. fair play. now i look like a leather couch but its fine. can blame jedi for THAT too)

Use the clones to kill the jedi, have my evil guy kill the seperatists, keep the army, spin into empire

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

chill as emperor for a while. humiliate Vader for a laugh. make death star.

Endgame achieved.

(Vader's kid blows up my death star)

PIVOT: get new young apprentice by turning him evil once he kills his dad, or maybe make Vader cooler by making him kill his gay son. either way its a win-win for me.

(thrown down hole and killed.)

PIVOT: good thing i kept those clone jars!! make new clone body to inhabit. takes time to get right. need something to do until then

build enormous fleet of big spaceships, each with their own super death star laser. keep em on the down low... why use em? they lose half the value as soon as you fly them off the lot

(clone son betrays me but its no biggie. its fine. have loads of clones at this point. whats one clone son?)

create a DECOY fascist empire. put one of my weirder clones in charge. Not giving them any of my ships though. can build his own shit. dont look at me. get a bank loan

let failed clone recruit vaders grandson (will explain why later) let those guys take over the galaxy with a different super death star. assume they built this one themselves. very cute!

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

(only via proxy tho. not done yet)

let(??) vaders grandson ("ben"?? ok) usurp failed clone and rule galaxy. wants to “kill the past” but whatever. can still make this work. NEED to keep this kid in the mix (will make sense when we get there)

drop the big news. Im not dead! Fortnite. awesome moment.

lead kylo ren to my base using complex scavenger hunt. puzzle knife.

tell him he’s always actually worked for me. big reveal. big moment. He's my lackey now. a little traitorous and unreliable, but this will pay off later trust me

use death star ships to take over galaxy even more

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

(awesome... but not enough. something missing)

let kylo ren lead clone granddaughter to home base using complex scavenger hunt. Puzzle Knife cool enough idea to do twice i think

taunt granddaughter into killing me so i can possess her un-janked body. All part of my grand scheme...

Endgame achieved. (??)

(kylo ren betrays me)

PIVOT: Possession stupid plan anyway. Instead, use ben and reys Horny Essence to make my nasty old body normal again.

throw ben in hole (grandson purpose revealed)

destroy resistance with lightning powers. shooting spaceships down with magic lightning basically a solved problem at this point.

GALAXY NOW UNDER MY CONTROL

kill the granddaughter actually. dont need her anymore. lightning powers classic for a reason.

ive got this thing in the bag as long as she doesn't bounce the lightning back at me off her fucking laser sword.

Endgame achieved.

[wonderjanga]

Childishness

Marvel tends to bring out the childishness in people. Grown ass people.

JL: *on a spaceship heading towards a planet for diplomatic reasons*

Marvel and GL: *playing rock-paper-scissors*

Marvel: *wins*

GL: *sounding irradiated cause this is like his 12th loss in a row* “Again.”

Marvel: “Uh… Buddy, are you sure? You sound a little mad.”

GL: “Yes I’m sure!”

Marvel and GL: *play again*

Marvel: *wins*

GL: “Again.”

Marvel: *wins*

GL: “Again.”

Marvel: *wins*

GL: “Aga- You know what?! FUCK THIS!” *summons a table with his ring so he can flip it over*

The only reason Billy was winning was because both Solomon and Mercury were helping him. Billy wanted to throw a few games, but Mercury convinced him not to with the offer of the God giving him money from somewhere. Billy doesn’t know where but he does like money.

or

Marvel and Supes: *working together to kill a bunch of robots*

Marvel: *kills a robot* “That’s 31!”

Supes: “31 what?”

Marvel: “31 robots I’ve killed. I’m ahead of you by one.”

Supes: “You’re keeping track of how many we’ve killed?”

Marvel: “Uh yeah…? I wanna beat you, and I am, so ha!”

Supes: *smashes another robot* “Now we’re tied.”

Marvel: *lightnings a robot* “Nope!”

Supes: *now feeling a little competitive* “You…”

Somehow, neither of them know how, but somehow this ended up with three buildings collapsing, and they still somehow ended up tying. Batman proceeded to spend the next hour scolding them.

or

Riddler: *in Fawcett for whatever reason* “Riddle me this, Captain Marvel. How can the number four be half of five?

Marvel: “Uh… I don’t know.”

Riddler: “Of course you don’t. At least give a guess.”

Marvel: “No.”

Riddler: “Are you really so pea-brained that you can’t give a simple guess?”

Marvel: “Hey! No, I’m not. It’s just that I’m not coming up with any guesses.”

Riddler: “So you really are simple minded. I suppose, shouldn’t have expected much from a brute such as yourself.”

Marvel: “Wha- I’m sorry I don’t know the answer to that stupid, made-up, sentence you said!”

Riddler: “It’s not stupid or made up. It’s a riddle!”

Marvel: “No, it’s gibberish that you pulled from where the sun doesn’t shine. Speak English!”

Riddler: “I am speaking in English, you plebeian!”

That caused them to go on a 40 minute rant about whether or not riddles were gibberish or not. Thankfully, for Billy, Batman, eventually came to arrest his villain.

[radiantrookie]

SEGA Mandates explained with their exceptions (Old)

Edit: (Plan on remaking this with a better format and sources, along with ones I missed)

Edit 2: Here's the New One

Game characters cannot have family members unless they were established in the game canon (Because Archie went overboard).

Game characters cannot be killed off.

Sonic cannot cry or get too emotional.

Exception: Sonic Prime didn't follow this rule despite being canon.

The terms Mobius and Mobians are banned, during the early 2010s, Earth was called "Sonic's World" because they wanted to appeal to 90s Boomers who hate Sonic living on Earth without calling it Mobius, it died down later though.

Exception: Ian Flynn has stated SEGA recanonized Sonic Spinball, which takes place in Mobius, so it exists somewhere in game canon, Veg-O-Fortress even has a cameo in Sonic Origins, Ian also stated Spinball takes place in between Sonic 3 and Knuckles and Sonic 3D Blast.

The heroes must always win at the end.

Characters and elements from Non Canon media cannot be used, Cosmo and the Metarex were potentially allowed to appear but according Ian Flynn, they're off the table now, the Metal Virus serves as a replacement for Robotization, Eggperial City serves as a replacement for Robotropolis, Restoration serves as a replacment for the Freedom Fighters.

Exceptions:

Sonic liking Chili Dogs (90s Cartoons)

Eggman's "I hate that Hedgehog!" and "Snooping as usual" lines (Aosth)

Scratch and Grounder appear in Eggman's livestream in one of the covers for IDW 40

Sonic's "Let's do it, to it" line (Satam)

Sonic being referred to as the "Fastest thing alive" (Satam)

Sonic Spinball being canon again, somwhat canonizes Sally, Bunnie, Rotor, Muttski and Scratch, Ian Flynn has clarified they're just cameos for now but could be a backdoor to make them canon if SEGA chooses to (Aosth, Satam, Archie)

In one of the covers for IDW 31, Storm's mugshot mentions he was arrested by the Knothole Village Police (Satam, Archie)

Tails being afraid of lightning (OVA)

Knuckles's cowboy hat (OVA)

Vector's crush on Vanilla (Sonic X)

Cream's favorite show, the NEXT Show (Sonic X)

The Chaotix Office building appears in the Sonic Channel Comics (Sonic X)

Sticks the Badger appears in the Sonic Channel Comics and is mentioned in English Sonic Frontiers (Sonic Boom)

The Eggnet has been canonized in both IDW and the Games (Archie)

The GUN Commander's name, Abraham Tower (Archie)

Bark being mute (Archie)

Bean and Bark working with Fang as a trio, Sonic even calls them the Hooligans (Archie)

Sally and Bunnie cameo in one of the Sonic Forces prequel comics with their Archie designs (Archie)

Shadow's Chaos Spear being shaped like an actual spear that he can throw or use as a melee weapon (Archie)

Badniks from Sonic Mega Drive appear in Classic IDW (Archie)

The term, Super Badnik (Archie)

Male characters that aren't humans, can't wear pants.

Exception: Tails Nine is allowed to wear pants.

Classic Era characters aren't allowed to appear in Modern Era and vice versa, during the 2010s there was the Two Dimensions retcon because of it, however they later removed it, Team Chaotix are also not allowed to appear in Classic because they considered Sonic Heroes to be their first appearance, however Knuckles Chaotix was recanonized in Tailstube, in the same episode, they acknowledge Mighty, Ray and Fang's Gang and teased a Modern Trip, recently, SEGA is considering retiring Classic Sonic after the disappointment of Sonic Superstars.

Exception: a Classic Froggy appears in various Sonic PICT artwork

Only one Metal Sonic is allowed, not multiple (They must really dislike Shard and Metallix)

Exceptions:

Metal Sonic 3.0 from Sonic Rivals 2

Chaos Sonic and Grim Sonic from Sonic Prime were allowed

Shadow: He has the most guidelines out of any character, most of them come from SEGA wanting Shadow to remain an Anti-Hero and not be too heroic, however SEGA has easied up on these with Shadow Generations

Knuckles: Knuckles is the only Echidna and only resident of Angel Island besides Chao and Baby Animals, (Ken Penders lol), Knuckles is also not allowed leave Angel Island without a reason now, prolly due to critiques with games like Heroes

Silver: Silver's Future is off limits, only SEGA can explore that, if they ever choose to

Super Forms: Male hedgehogs are the only ones allowed to go Super, this has been changed with Sonic Superstars and Otherworld Comedy.

Humans: Due to complaints from 90s Boomers, Humans besides Eggman weren't allowed until Shadow Generations

Romance: Characters can have crushes but they can't date or get married.

Money: Only Team Chaotix can talk about money

Rings: Ian Flynn was told Rings were no longer canon, however Rings appear in Sonic Prime and cutscenes in The Final Horizon, which Ian didn't know about

Special Stages: No longer canon and Fang's bio of living in the Special Stages is retconned

Off Limits Characters: These characters can only be used by SEGA/Sonic Team only:

Eggman Nega

Black Doom

Solaris (Mephiles and Iblis)

Infinite

[witchhkitty222]

Arrest me, Captain - oneshot

Steve Rogers x reader

summary: Amid the fierce Civil War clash between Avengers teams, your confrontation with Steve Rogers — your boyfriend and current enemy — ignites with raw sexual tension and suppressed emotions. Despite being on opposite sides, passion and desire explode into an intense, steamy encounter that challenges their divide. A love tested by war, with heavy consequences, "nice catch" - "nice ass"

warnings: explicit content / sex scenes (oral, penetration, dominance, spanking, breeding kink), strong language and adult themes, intense emotional conflict and sexual tension between rivals, consensual power dynamics in a romantic relationship, war and violence backdrop (Marvel Civil War context)

wordcount: 1.3k

The sun scorched the tarmac at Leipzig-Halle airport, the heat rising off the concrete matching the fire in your chest.

Two lines of Avengers stood face to face. All former teammates. Now… opponents. The Civil War had officially come to a head.

You stood just behind Tony, spine straight, heart hammering. The red tint of your HUD reflected in your eyes, but you didn’t need tech to feel the crackling energy building.

Your powers — your ability to control minds and move objects with sheer thought — pulsed like a heartbeat just beneath your skin.

Across from you… Steve Rogers. Your boyfriend. Your current enemy.

He looked ridiculous in that damn blue uniform. Ridiculous and infuriating and hot as fuck.

He hadn’t said a word to you since this mission started — since the teams were drawn, and you made your choice.

You chose Tony. You chose accountability. And Steve… didn’t.

But none of that stopped the way your stomach flipped when his eyes finally locked on yours. Wide shoulders, jaw clenched, mouth tight like he wanted to say something but wouldn’t. He looked at you like he hated that he still wanted you.

Good. You hated that you still wanted him too.

"You sure about this?" Rhodey murmured beside you, nodding toward Cap’s team.

You didn't take your eyes off Steve. “He’s the one who should be sure.”

And just like that, the fight exploded. Wings, webs, shields, repulsors — it was chaos in motion.

You ducked a flying drone and launched yourself forward, twisting through smoke and yelling. You reached out with your powers, lifting a cargo container into the air like it weighed nothing.

And with a flick of your fingers — you hurled it straight at him.

Steve turned just in time, shield raised, catching the full weight of the container like the super soldier he was.

Show-off.

You smirked and called across the battlefield, loud and cocky: “Nice catch.”

Without missing a beat, he shouted back — “Nice ass.”

“Are you kidding me?” Natasha shouted over comms.

"Not the time for flirting!" Sam groaned as he dodged a blast from Vision.

“You two gonna make out or actually fight?” Clint chimed in, somewhere off to the left.

You just grinned, your eyes never leaving Steve. “Can’t help it if your team leader’s obsessed with me.”

Steve was already moving, bulldozing through the chaos like a man possessed. You could feel the shift in him — the way his focus snapped entirely to you. Not Bucky. Not the mission.

You.

“Careful, Rogers,” you called, backing toward the terminal, lips curling. “You look like you're about to forget which side you’re on.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” he growled. “You have.”

You laughed — light, dangerous. “Maybe I’m just tired of following orders.”

You didn’t wait for him to reach you. You turned, sprinting toward the edge of the runway, weaving through debris with deadly precision. You could’ve flown — could’ve used your powers to keep distance — but you wanted him close.

You wanted him desperate.

Let him chase you. Let him burn.

You felt his footsteps pounding behind you. Felt the storm building in his chest, the mix of anger and longing twisting in the air like lightning.

You rounded a corner and slipped into a dim service hallway just outside the terminal — the chaos of the fight muffled behind you.

And then — BAM. A rough hand caught your wrist. The other pinned you against the wall, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

Your back hit the concrete. His chest hit yours.

Steve Rogers was in front of you, breathing hard, shield still gripped in one hand, eyes wild.

“You don’t get to do this,” he snapped, voice low and shaking.

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Do what, babe?”

“Act like you don’t know exactly what the fuck you’re doing.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Then arrest me, Captain.”

His jaw flexed.

Your thighs clenched.

And everything went silent except your heartbeats slamming in unison.

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His grip tightened on your wrist, not enough to hurt — just enough to remind you who you were dealing with. The shield clattered to the floor, forgotten, as his other hand braced against the wall beside your head.

His face was inches from yours.

“I should put you in cuffs,” he growled.

Your lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “You always did want to see me in restraints.”

His breath caught. Just for a second. That was all it took.

You leaned in, the tip of your nose brushing his. “Do it then. Arrest me, Captain.”

Steve’s jaw ticked. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m literally on Team Iron Man. I’m the enemy. What’re you gonna do about it?” Your voice dropped, sultry and wicked. “Spank me for treason?”

His mouth crashed into yours like a detonation. No warning. No hesitation.

Just heat. Hunger. Months of tension exploding all at once.

You moaned into him, arms flying up around his neck as he shoved you harder into the wall, tongue claiming your mouth like he had every right to — like he owned you, even now, even on the wrong goddamn side of a war.

“You think I give a shit what team you’re on?” he panted between kisses, hips pressing between your thighs. “You’re mine.”

You gasped as he gripped your ass, yanking you up so your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Then show me,” you dared. “Prove it.”

His mouth found your throat, teeth grazing that sweet spot just under your ear. “You’ve been brattier than usual, sweetheart.”

“You love it.”

He slammed you into the wall again and grinned darkly. “Unfortunately for you… I do.”

His hand slid up under your suit, fingers trailing over your stomach, down between your legs. When he felt how wetyou were, he froze.

“Jesus Christ.” He looked up at you with fire in his eyes. “You came out here like this?”

You smirked, breath shaky. “It’s the suit. Tight as hell. Gets me worked up.”

He growled low in his throat. “You wore it knowing I’d see you.”

“Maybe I wanted a reaction.”

“Well, you’ve got it now.”

In one swift motion, he spun and carried you across the corridor, kicking open the nearest service door. It slammed shut behind you — a dark utility room, dusty and unused.

Steve tossed you down on a crate, yanking the zipper of your suit down roughly. His fingers were already undoing his own belt, his cock already hard, leaking.

You licked your lips. “You gonna fuck the defiance out of me, Captain?”

He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. His voice was low. Deadly serious. “I’m gonna fuck you until you remember who you belong to.”

You didn’t even have time to gasp — his mouth was on yours again, hands tugging your suit down, exposing your chest. His kisses were bruising, desperate, full of everything he’d been trying not to say for weeks.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he hissed, biting your lip. “Always mouthing off. Always testing me.”

“‘Cause you like it,” you whispered, gasping when he shoved two fingers inside you, no warning.

Your back arched. “Steve—”

“You know better than to go against me,” he growled into your neck, curling his fingers. “But you wanted this. Didn’t you?”

You nodded, panting. “Yes—fuck, yes, I did—”

“Say it.”

“I wanted you,” you whimpered, “wanted you so bad—”

“Even while you were fighting me?” He slipped his fingers out and rubbed them over your clit, slow and punishing. “Even when you turned your back on me?”

“Yes—god, Steve—”

“Then take it,” he snapped.

And then he was inside you — deep — all at once, no hesitation, splitting you open in a way that made your eyes roll back.

You cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a brutal rhythm. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, each growl in your ear made your walls clamp tighter around him.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. “No matter what team you’re on. No matter how much you fight me. You fucking belong to me.”

“Yes—yes—I’m yours—” you gasped.

He fucked you harder, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’d have bruises.

“Always so fucking cocky,” he panted. “You need to be reminded who you obey.”

He slapped your ass, hard, and you moaned, head falling back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being punished.”

“Only when it’s by you,” you said, grinning breathlessly.

He leaned in, lips to your ear. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

Your stomach clenched. “Yeah?”

“Gonna come inside you,” he growled, hand between your thighs again, rubbing your clit as he pounded into you. “Wanna watch it drip out. Wanna make you mine again.”

You sobbed — so close, so overwhelmed, body on fire.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say you want it.”

“I want it—want your cum—want you to fill me up—”

“You want me to breed you, baby?” he whispered, dark and possessive. “Fill you so deep you can’t even think about Tony’s side again?”

You screamed — body locking up, pleasure ripping through you in waves. He felt your walls clench and snapped, burying himself to the hilt and groaning as he emptied into you, thick and hot.

Your bodies trembled against each other, breathless, tangled in sweat and lust and the aftermath of war.

Silence settled.

Except your heartbeat.

Except his.

Still synced. Still one.

You looked up at him with glassy eyes. “Guess you really don’t want me defecting.”

He gave you a cocky, exhausted grin. “Not when you look that good in my cum.”

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The only sound in the dim utility room was your breath catching and Steve’s heartbeat hammering against your chest.

You were still wrapped around him, your bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and cum, his hands clutching your waist like he couldn’t let go. Like if he did, you’d vanish.

And maybe you would.

Maybe he would.

“…Fuck,” you whispered, voice hoarse and small. “That was…”

“Insane?” he offered, lips brushing your temple.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Insane. Desperate. So fucking good.”

Steve laughed softly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was still buried inside you, still hard, still holding you like the world outside that door didn’t exist. But it did. And you both knew what was waiting when you stepped back out there.

War.

Sides.

Choices.

You shifted your hips, letting him slip out of you gently, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. His cum dripped slowly from your core, and you felt him glance down at the sight — pupils dilating again — but he didn’t say anything.

Not yet.

You sat up, legs trembling, running a hand through your messy hair. “You’re really gonna go back out there and fight me after that?”

Steve’s expression changed.

Pain.

Real, raw pain.

“I don’t want to,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted to be against you.”

You swallowed, heart tightening.

“Then why are we?” you asked quietly.

He looked at you like it shattered him. “Because I have to protect Bucky. And you have to protect Tony. And neither of us are willing to let the other one get hurt.”

Silence.

Just the two of you breathing, just the truth hanging in the air like a weight on both your shoulders.

“You think I don’t lie awake every night wondering if we’ll survive this?” he murmured. “Wondering if I’ll lose you over something we can’t control?”

You stared at him.

Steve.

The man who held your heart. The man who just wrecked your body. The man who would never stop fighting for what he believed in, even if it meant tearing you both apart.

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. “Don’t say ‘lose me.’ I’m right here.”

“For now,” he said bitterly. “But when this is over… what then?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I do know this—”

You crawled back into his lap, cupping his face with shaking fingers.

“I’m still yours,” you whispered. “Even when I’m fighting you. Even when I’m pissing you off. Even when I’m wearing the wrong colors or standing next to Tony instead of you—I’m still yours.”

Steve’s eyes glistened.

He leaned into your touch like he was starving for it.

“I love you,” he said. “Even when I want to scream at you. Even when you drive me out of my goddamn mind.”

You smiled. It was small, soft, but it lit up his whole world.

“I love you too,” you said, pressing your forehead to his. “More than this fight. More than any side.”

He kissed you again — softer now. No teeth, no bruising, just mouths moving in a slow rhythm, lips memorizing the shape of love in a warzone.

When you finally pulled back, your voice was gentle.

“We should go.”

He nodded reluctantly.

But when you stood, he reached down and tucked himself back in, then pulled your suit gently over your thighs, fingers lingering.

“Next time you try to fight me,” he said, his voice low and teasing again, “you better be ready to deal with the consequences.”

You smirked over your shoulder. “Is that a promise, Captain?”

He stepped up behind you, slid his arms around your waist, and whispered into your ear:

“No. That’s a threat.”

You shivered.

He kissed your cheek once more — then opened the door.

And just like that, the war resumed.

But now?

You were walking back into it with his cum still inside you.

And that? That made you feel untouchable.

[deceasedream69]

I got you

Sorry if I use this gif wayyy too much teehee

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of menstrual blood.

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The team was on edge, you've been missing for two days now, your husband was the best profiler and agent but right now his head wasn't in the best place, but still, the team was sharp and building the case rapidly to help.

Hotch sat down, running is hands through his face and hair, letting all the air from his lungs out, holding it for a few seconds and then breathing in again, he did this a couple of times to regulate his anxiety, Rossi just watched him from afar. He kept watching him just to make sure he was fine, and that he wouldn't scape to try and search for you alone.

- talk to me, baby girl

- ok, so... Hotch told me about this stalker hypothesis, and I've been digging but I couldn't find anything

- so what have you been working on?

- until... I got to her old Facebook account, which is filled with comments from a "Mark Smith", so I digged even deeper and his blocked from every social account from y/n, so he created an account under a different name, to be off her radar, but not mine

- we need an address, Garcia! - Hotch said desperate, ready to jump, run and do anything it took to get you safe

- there's no real address under his name...

Hotch pushed himself away from the table, desperate, running his hands all over his head

- ok, let's think this through - Derek tried to keep it calm and think

- he's a stalker, does he have relatives? - Spencer suggested

- he lived with his grandma and mom... Which look exactly like y/n, oh, that's creepy, like really creepy

- Garcia - Derek insisted before Hotch lost it and mistreated her out of stress

- but they died... His grandma died 9 years ago and his mom... Right when the stalking started again, a month ago

- ok, so that's the stressor - Rossi said

- he needed a replacement once and for all, he lost his main woman - Derek replied

- that's- that's good, cause that means he'll want to keep her alive

- and y/n's smart, she'll comply to make sure he won't get upset - Hotch said from afar

They all turned to look at him. You could see two things in his brown eyes: pain and hope

- I have something else, he didn't have any more family, technically, but he did have a stepsister for a little, while his mom was dating Robert Panko, the sister also looks exactly like his type, and she has a house with a big barn 25 minutes away from the last place y/n was seen

- send me-

- already sent, go get her!

The team got their guns ready and their vests on. they didn't let Hotch drive because of his condition but he was allowed to go and help.

- everything will be fine, you'll save her - Rossi patted Hotch's shoulder from the back seat

The team got their guns out, Derek signaled each member which route to take, covering every exit, and they quickly moved into the barn.

- FBI! HANDS UP

They aimed at a figure, after everyone got their flashlights they could see the person was on top of someone else, it was y/n... Stabbing her kidnapper before they could rescue her and arrest the guy.

- PUT THE KNIFE DOWN! - the lightning was poor

Hotch dropped his gun.

- it's y/n- it's y/n!! Put the guns down!

He quickly rushed to hold her

- Hotch-

He hugged her tightly

- Hotch-

- omg, I missed you so much

- I want to go home... - tears started to fall

- I know sweetheart, I want more than anything in the world for you to be safe and sound in our house, next to me, come on

- Hotch...

She kept her legs tight and her hands covering her front somehow

- I can't... Really

He furrowed his eyebrows

- are you okay, sweetheart?

- I...

- are you okay? - emily got close to her, grabbing her arm slightly

- I...

She could feel everyone's eyes on her, that's when they noticed the blood dripping from her legs

- omg, are you hurt?! I need an ambulance! - Hotch got even closer in case you felt too weak

- no! No! Hotch... I'm fine, really

- how are you fine? You're bleeding

You turned to look at Emily and she understood immediately, doing an 'oh' sign with her mouth

- Hotch, she needs something else

You're legs trembled and shook as the embarrassment washed over you, of course you felt relieved when you saw the lights and FBI vests, but now, this was really private and embarrassing, and Emily understood that, getting everyone out of the barn to leave you some privacy, while she got you new clothes and some pads and tampons

- sweetheart, what's going on?! I don't -

- it's not lethal... Blood, Hotch

He finally understood, taking his jacket off and putting it on you, it was so big it cover you completely till the back of your thighs.

He tried to carry you in his arms, but you instinctively got back.

- Hotch, you're gonna get stained

- my love, no blood from you could make me avoid helping you or carrying you, please, let me be of help now that I can, now and for the rest of your life - he kneeled in front of you

- you're sweet, let's go home, please - you whispered, already tired from everything

He got up, taking you in his arms with the movement, kissing you slowly and carefully, scared to make any sudden move that'll hurt you even further

- let's get home, my love

> don't forget to like xoxo <

[xochiackiller]

Hello! >o<

I read your rules and I believe my request will abide by your rules!

I wanted to ask if you'd write a villain Katsuki x pro hero reader smut. Obvi a time skip-so maybe they're 24-25 y/o. Anyway, I'm not sure if you take prompts or just write it yourself but I'll provide a prompt anyway if you do use them. ⍢⃝

Prompt here!!: Reader is patrolling and runs across an "old friend" causing mischief throughout the city. Katsuki went to the 'dark side' after the paranormal liberation war. Reader finds themself in a sticky situation..

I wanted to ask if you'd do oral (fem receiving) and rough sex😁👍

Anyway, if you don't want to do it or you aren't feeling up to writing it, that's completely fine! Take your time and don't forget to stay healthy! ☆

a/n: ahh ily tysm! stay hydrated and healthy hun! I love love love ur prompt, so here you go bookie butt <3

Pairing: Villain!Katsuki(25) x Pro-Hero!Reader(24 | MDNI - 18+ | total wc: 794

You weren’t supposed to be patrolling this sector.

The rest of your team had rotated off hours ago, the city's smoky skyline blanketed by the last breath of twilight. You’d stayed behind—just in case. Old instincts. Stubborn heart. A hero to the end, even if the world barely knew what that meant anymore.

It was quiet… until it wasn’t.

A shockwave rattled through the buildings five blocks east. A plume of dust rose into the air like a firework with bad intentions. You didn’t hesitate.

Your boots hit pavement fast, slicing through alley shadows and cracked pavement. Your communicator crackled, but you ignored it. The moment you turned the corner, your stomach dropped.

Boom.

Smoke. Flames. Heat simmering in the cracks of the concrete.

And him.

He stood in the middle of the destruction like he’d been born from it. Katsuki Bakugo. Not the boy you once trained beside, but the man who now lived in headlines labeled "missing" or "turned rogue." His hair was longer, wild. Black tactical gear clung to his frame, half-unzipped at the throat, sleeves torn.

He turned slowly. Crimson eyes locked on you.

“Well, fuck,” he muttered. “Didn’t think they’d send you.”

“They didn’t,” you said, voice tight. “I volunteered.”

His smirk cracked like lightning. “Still the overachiever, huh?”

You stepped closer, your hand flexing near your thigh. "You're supposed to be underground. Off the grid. Not blowing holes in midtown."

“You always did like bossin’ me around,” he drawled.

“Katsuki—”

“You gonna stop me?”

The air sparked. Your heart beat faster—not with fear, but with memory. You’d seen him like this before. Back when you both bled for the same side.

“I should.”

“But you won’t.”

And maybe he was right. Because when he took a step toward you, you didn’t back down.

“You still wearin’ that hero name like it means somethin’?”

You glared. “And you’re still hiding behind fire.”

His grin sharpened.

You moved first. Quirk lighting in your fingertips.

He dodged, faster than you remembered, grabbing your wrist and pinning it over your head before you could even react. Your back slammed against the alley wall, breath knocked from your chest.

“I fuckin’ missed you,” he growled.

You should’ve pushed him away. Arrested him. Called for backup.

But his mouth was hot on yours before your logic caught up.

You moaned into him—sharp, unrestrained—and he groaned like he’d been starving. His hand slid beneath your top, dragging it up with desperate fingers until his palm met bare skin, warm and trembling. His fingers trailed downward, over your ribs, across your waist, and lower—between your legs, through the thin seam of your soaked underwear. When he felt the damp heat there, his breath hitched.

“You’re soaked,” he hissed.

“Rain,” you gasped.

“No,” he corrected, eyes blazing. “That’s you.”

He dropped to his knees.

There was no gentleness. Just hands tearing at your suit, exposing your thighs to the cold air and his burning breath. He licked you once—slow and deliberate—and your knees buckled.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “Still taste so fuckin’ sweet… like I could live between your legs and never get tired of it.”

Your hands found his hair, tugging as his tongue flicked over your clit. He groaned and buried his face deeper, the bridge of his nose grinding against you as he worked your body with unholy skill.

“Still so loud,” he growled against your heat. “You always were my favorite sound.”

You came hard, breath breaking, hips jerking.

Before you could recover, he stood, mouth slick, eyes darker than smoke.

“I want you,” he growled. “Here. Now.”

Your back hit the wall again, your legs wrapped around his waist. He undid his belt with one hand, shoving his pants down just enough to free himself.

You were already dripping when he thrust in.

The stretch stung. The depth made you see stars.

“Katsuki—”

“Say it again,” he rasped, slamming into you. “Say my fuckin’ name.”

“Katsuki!”

His mouth was on your neck, biting, sucking, bruising. His pace was brutal—fast, relentless, wild. You clawed at his back, your body shivering with each snap of his hips.

“Still mine,” he grunted. “Even now.”

You came again, crying out, your walls clenching hard around him.

He cursed and spilled inside you, hips grinding deep.

He stayed like that for a moment—panting, forehead pressed to yours.

Neither of you spoke.

Eventually, he pulled out, adjusting his pants, eyes never leaving you.

You slid to your feet, shaking. He helped you balance without comment.

“What now?” you whispered.

Katsuki smirked. “Guess that depends. You gonna turn me in?”

You stared.

“No,” you said.

“Didn’t think so.”

He kissed you again—slow and possessive—then vanished into the smoke.

And you let him.

Author Note: thanks for reading o(≧v≦)o stay healthy babes! request are open <3

[fen-luciel]

A bad day

Qimir x Reader

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy/discomfort/no smut

The sky was so dark that you could barely see a hand in front of your face.

Lightning illuminated the sky, but luckily, the neon lights and billboards provided enough light to navigate despite the heavy rain.

You came back soaked; the hood had barely managed to keep you dry, the fabric filtering the water and dampening even the clothes underneath, not to mention your dripping hair.

Yes, you were a mess, but that was the least of your problems at the moment.

You slipped through the city's streets, the wet snow turning the pavement into a nightmare to walk on, but at least you were sure you wouldn’t run into anyone outside.

Reaching the metal door, you pulled out your key card, which unlocked the door with a click. Your boots made an annoying wet slap with each step. The corridor lights were blinding white, the interiors pristine—it felt like walking through an elegant hospital. At first, you had loved Alderaan's wintry, noble atmosphere, but now, after months of negotiations and the recent attack, you had had more than enough.

After climbing to the third floor and taking a few uncertain steps up the stairs, you finally reached your room, swiped the same key card, and let out a sigh of relief in the darkness of it.

It had been a truly awful twenty-four hours. You hated political chatter—hated it even more when it was accompanied by childish drama. You had grown up believing Alderaan was a planet of nobility and brilliant minds, but now you realized it was just a giant playground for children with too much money.

Luckily, your role was secondary, just a bodyguard assigned to whichever family member needed one. A dull task, especially when your charge was either an arrogant old man or a lady too invested in petty family drama.

Then, today, the tensions that had been building up for a month of negotiations exploded.

Literally.

Even with Jedi abilities, predicting an explosion was impossible. It was hard to believe someone had even attempted it. Getting so close to the conference hall meant security was terrible.

But the bomb planted in the next room had caused nothing more than a shockwave, a few cuts, and bruises from the shattered wall. A glorified firecracker—frightening if you didn’t expect it, but not truly destructive. The building had been designed to last decades, its walls thick and made of top-quality materials. Planting an explosive was just plain stupid.

Again, just spoiled children with too much money.

The problem was, you had been leaning against that very wall when it blew, sending you flying onto the long table and leaving a massive bruise on your back. It could have been much worse. No one else had been hit by anything serious. You were more startled by the blast than actually hurt—you had seen your fair share of battles over the years. You weren’t some inexperienced Padawan.

But your problem wasn’t just the bruise.

It was that damned chipped tooth.

Of course, the entire day had been thrown into chaos—the doorman arrested, panic spreading among the Jedi and nobles.

If there was anything worse than an attack, it was an attack executed by incompetents. Relations had officially soured, and now everyone was preparing for war if necessary.

Vernestra was beside herself.

Hard to blame her, given the disaster.

You threw yourself into the shower to wash off the damp chill, tossing your Jedi robes into the laundry and finally slipping into a soft pajama set. They had covered you in just enough medigel to get through the day, but you’d need to take a few pills if you wanted to get rid of that ugly, multicolored bruise on your spine.

You wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone if they had asked, but you cried a little under the hot water. The reality of what could have happened made you want to vomit. You had grabbed a quick breakfast before running after yet another politician, then the explosion, the panic—and with a great deal of acting talent, you had managed to convince everyone you were fine and that the only priority was getting the families to safety.

But you couldn’t hide from everyone.

You knew that, at some point in the day, Qimir had found out what had happened. He must have. And as much as running to the other side of the city had helped you avoid more interrogations, it was only a matter of minutes before he showed up at your door. He had probably searched for you everywhere.

He had every right to be worried. You were worried.

But you just wanted a moment of peace.

Everything was happening so fast, and you hadn’t had a second to process it—not even to regret it, if that was what you were supposed to do.

The Jedi quarters were modest, at least as far as these "small apartments" could be called that. The room you had as a Padawan, and later the one you had shared with your master, had always been tiny and barely furnished. But Alderaan had a different concept of space.

This was a modern apartment in every sense. You still smiled at the memory of Vernestra's astonished face when they showed her room. Each suite had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom with a bathtub, and a small bedroom, still bigger than the one you had at the Jedi Temple.

You had been given a couple of days off to recover while they figured out the next steps. The situation had spiraled all at once, and the Council needed to reorganize.

So, knowing you wouldn’t have to get up early the next morning—and anticipating the inevitable visit—you grabbed a blanket, threw yourself onto the couch, and turned on the TV. But you refused to switch on those blinding white lights in a room that was already too white even in the dark.

It only took one episode of "Love Wars" before the doorbell rang.

You stared blankly at the TV for a few more seconds, your eyes unfocused, your breath slow and heavy.

Then, the frantic knocking pushed you to your feet.

You rounded the couch and, with a trembling hand, opened the door.

You. Would. Not. Cry.

The blinding hallway light hit you for only a moment before a tall, dark figure blocked it.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back inside. The door shut behind him, and you took a second of clarity to lock it and toss your key card onto the floor, not caring where it landed.

Then, your arms tightened around that warm body.

"My love—"

Qimir's voice was hoarse, strained. It sounded like he had already cried—or was barely holding it back. But that alone was enough to make your eyes well up.

He knew what had happened. He was holding you, but gently. A trembling hand ran over your back, his head buried in your neck, his warm breath brushing against your skin. Even hunched over you, you struggled to rest your head on his shoulder, so instead, you just tucked your face into his chest. You hoped the thick, dark sweater he wore was enough to keep him from feeling the silent tears soaking into the fabric.

"I couldn’t find you anywhere. They told me you were fine, but—"

There was no need to finish the sentence.

"How do you feel?"

He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders. In the darkness of the room, it was hard to see, but the storm outside seemed to have settled right over the city, lightning illuminating the space every few seconds through the large window overlooking the small balcony.

He had glossy eyes, his lips trembled almost imperceptibly, and those dark locks you loved so much fell over you. The warmth of his tears trickled down your skin, tickling it, but you didn’t really care.

“We’re fine—” The words slipped out in a trance, whispering a secret only the two of you knew, but he shook his head.

“First of all. How are you?” He emphasized the question with a firmer tone, moving to slide his arms under your legs. You tightened them around his waist like so many times before. He carried you through the living room toward the bedroom, the TV now forgotten.

“I—I’m fine—” you murmured, unable to hold his gaze for long. “I suspected things would get heated, but I didn’t expect this—”

He let out an irritated huff.

“They planted a bomb made by some second-rate pirate. I don’t even want to imagine how much they overpaid for it. We already suspect who it was.” He gently placed you on the bed, your back sinking into the soft pillows, your head resting against the intricately carved wooden headboard.

Of course, painted white.

The news drew a small smile from you. It wasn’t surprising, but you hoped those bastards had spent a fortune on that scam.

“Yeah, well—it didn’t even flip the table, so—” You exchanged a glance before bursting into nervous laughter. You wiped your eyes with your sleeves, drying your damp cheeks.

“I’m fine. I saw a doctor,” you said once Qimir sat in front of you, pulling your feet onto his lap. His thumbs pressed into the soles of your feet. The colorful star-patterned socks weren’t the most charming choice for the moment, but no one seemed to care.

“When? Vernestra told me you disappeared after bringing the others inside. She said you were in shock and—” You pressed your lips into a tight line, a burning sensation spreading in your chest.

“Of course I was in shock!” you snapped, cutting him off.

“The explosion threw me forward, and I crashed into that damn table. I thought—that—” The tears came like a flood as you tried to stifle a sob, covering your mouth.

“That something had happened to our baby.” You hid your face in your hands, feeling vulnerable as you voiced your fears. The mattress shifted when Qimir moved beside you, pulling you against his chest. One arm wrapped around your knees, lifting you into his lap.

This had gotten out of hand years ago.

You had been classmates, friends, colleagues—you had gone through every possible stage before stepping onto a path of no return. You had tried to convince yourself that what you felt was just deep respect mixed with undeniable attraction. But it was useless to lie—Qimir was a man. A breathtakingly beautiful man.

And despite never caring much for physical desires, too focused on study and training, Qimir was like a comet streaking across a starless sky.

You couldn’t help but notice him.

Maybe respect came first, then friendship. Maybe, deep down, the first thing you had noticed were his pitch-black hair and those even darker eyes.

And then, there was the way his muscles flexed when he trained, the sweat trickling down his skin, the way his hair clung to his neck.

Oh, you had fallen hard. You wanted him so much it hurt.

And he had realized it before you admitted it to yourself. One day, he asked you out, as “friends.” That same night, you kissed.

Weeks, months, years passed, and it became clear that neither of you would ever end that forbidden relationship.

The Jedi did not forbid physical pleasure—the Code forbade attachment.

And love was perhaps too weak a word to describe what you felt for each other, to the point that your feverish dream of pink and lilac sometimes turned into a deep crimson.

“Is everything okay? What did the doctor say?” His hand stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair. You melted against his chest as he leaned back against the pillows.

“We’re fine. It was a nasty hit, but my back took the worst of it. The doctor gave me something for the anxiety. He said my panic is more dangerous than the bruises. If I don’t feel well, I can take one, and—” You wiped your nose on your sleeve and buried your face in his neck. His free hand traced gentle patterns along your leg as you clung to his shirt like a child.

“He promised not to tell. You know—patient confidentiality. He gave me a prescription for lighter medication so I can get them without providing any ID,” you explained, trying to steady your breath. His presence had a miraculous effect on your nerves.

“That’s what matters, then. Soon, we’ll leave, and—” but you interrupted him again.

“When?”

You shifted against his shoulder, gently pushing him with a hand so he would look into your eyes.

“I know we have to be careful, but—” You sighed, pressing your nose to his. You could feel him breathing deeply beneath you, the faintest tremor betraying the hardened expression he had slipped onto his face.

“I don’t want—I don’t want to be humiliated,” you admitted tensely, a wave of shame squeezing your heart. “I was so worried, but I couldn’t cry or ask for help. I kept thinking about the look your Master would give me if she realized what was happening. I wanted to bury myself.”

You opened your eyes again, drowning in his dark irises.

“Let’s leave. Not in two months. Not one. Now. I— I understand-like, not today, but—” You began stammering incoherently, trying to explain yourself, mostly afraid of what he would say.

Of course, he wanted to leave as much as you did, but he had good reasons to wait, maybe even earn a few more credits.

“Alright.”

Those few words shook your chest more than the heavy lightning outside the windows.

“We’ll go back to Coruscant tomorrow. Vernestra spoke with the Council, and they believe it’s better to send more experienced people—or, at worst, some soldiers. I’ll ask a friend for a ship, give it a day, maybe two, and I’ll get us out of here.”

He whispered the promise against your lips—the promise you had longed to hear for weeks.

You remembered when you first told Qimir about the pregnancy. You had trembled like a leaf, but you were so sure he would take it well that all the complications that would come after seemed like a distant echo.

Now, though, you regretted not thinking about it sooner. Guilt weighed heavily on you for placing all the responsibility on him while you lived in your little dream of a happy family.

He had organized the credits you both had. Neither of you wanted a confrontation with the Council. The plan was to leave a farewell letter, along with your lightsabers, and close that chapter forever.

He had thought about transport, where to stay at first before finding an apartment, and even the job he would take while you embraced motherhood.

It was too much. It felt like too much for you, for both of you.

You felt like a terrible mother.

“Hey—” He looked surprised to see you crying again. He cupped your cheek, brushing away a few salty tears.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a burden since the beginning. I’ll be a terrible mother—” Maybe the hormones were already talking, but the guilt was eating you alive, and his tender gaze only made it worse.

“Don’t say such nonsense. We made this choice together, but I would have done anything to make you happy. I know this will be the hardest path, and you’ll bear the greatest burden, whether you want to admit it or not—” He smiled gently, kissing your forehead.

“It’s been a bad day. You’ll feel better. We’ll have a beautiful child—” he kissed your cheek, “a wonderful family—” he kissed the crease between your brows, “and we’ll live a normal life from now on. Together. Right now, you need me. One day, it’ll be the other way around. Our child will need us both. We’ll make mistakes, we’ll learn, and we’ll become the best versions of ourselves. Together.”

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, your lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of salt, the tension of the past hours completely melting away as you surrendered to that sweet gesture.

"I love you,"

you whispered against his lips before curling up once more in his neck. He pulled the covers aside before shifting the both of you under them. The faint hum of the still-running holoscreen and the distant rumble of thunder filled the air, yet that moment felt like the closest thing to peace.

"Those dogs should be grateful we're leaving. Or I would have killed them,"

he muttered at last, closing his eyes.

A cold shiver ran down your spine at the implication of his words, at those rare moments when you thought you saw a shadow lurking behind his eyes.

But you ignored it.

Everything would be fine.

[whumperfultime]

Tarot-Inspired Whump Prompts

I'm enthusiastic about both whump and tarot and those interests were bound to collide at some point. So I wrote a list of writing prompts inspired by the Major Arcana! Five prompts for each card, so there should be something for everyone. Enjoy!

(Also, if you happen to write anything based on any of these, feel free to tag me! I'd be honored to read it.)

The Fool: Accidental whump. Misplaced trust. Leap of faith. Taking a risk. Falling from a high place.

The Magician: Magical whump. Manipulation. Mind control. A charismatic and confident character. A table full of tools for inflicting pain.

The High Priestess: Keeping secrets. Blindfolded whumpee relying on their other senses. Guarding something or someone. Intuitively noticing when something or someone has changed. Cult setting/dynamics.

The Empress: Gilded cage. Lady whump (if you're into that). Comfort in material things. Gentle caretaker. Whumpee not used to experiencing abundance and safety.

The Emperor: Strict whumper and/or strict rules. Royal whump. Wartime. Stoic leader trying to remain calm for the sake of their team. High security.

The Hierophant: Religious whump. Institutionalized whump. Punished for questioning authority. Pressure to conform. Power leading to corruption.

The Lovers: Yandere whump. Sadistic choice. Forced to watch. Protectiveness. Multiple whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, etc.

The Chariot: Car crash. On the run. Kidnapped and forced into a vehicle. Lost and stranded. Unwanted and distressing thoughts.

Strength: Whumpee turned caretaker or whumper. Monster character. Patient caretaker. Animal attack. Emotional support animal.

The Hermit: Isolation. Sensory deprivation. Neglect. Feeling like an outcast. Going into hiding.

Wheel of Fortune: Bad luck. Time heals all wounds. Long-term captivity. Painful anniversaries. Wrong place, wrong time.

Justice: Whumper being arrested. Detached/indifferent whumper or caretaker. Wrongful imprisonment. Privileges vs. punishments. Shutting off emotions so logic can take over.

The Hanged Man: Stress position. Caught in a net. Restrained and abandoned. Hanging. Standing cuffs.

Death: Grief. Recovery milestones. Immortal whumpee dying over and over. Left behind. Visiting a grave.

Temperance: Drugged whumpee. Personality changes due to trauma. Angel character. Poisoning. Mad scientist whumper.

The Devil: Demon character. Sadistic whumper. Addiction and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Pet whump. Collared.

The Tower: Building collapse. Struck by lightning. Drastic change. A character being overpowered. Shocking revelation or betrayal.

The Star: Bathing (whether this is peaceful or whumpy is up to you). Drowning. Finally being able to rest. Anything having to do with recovery. Dehydration.

The Moon: Nightmares. Lost in the woods. Werewolf character. Illusions or hallucinations. Running on pure survival instinct.

The Sun: Sunburn. Public figure whumpee. Forced to perform. First time outside after being held captive. Heatstroke.

Judgement: Revenge. Sound torture. Deity character. Punishment. Resurrected from the dead.

The World: Endings (positive or negative). Breaking the cycle of abuse. Overwhelmed by choices. Regaining personal autonomy. Closure and acceptance (or lack thereof).

[itspheenixbaby]

RIDICULOUS GROUP SCENARIOS i scripted for my kpop dr

now playing . . . "mas que nada" by black eyed peas

A big, smelly ass rat found itself on stage mid way through an encore...guess who ran off stage crying?

male member gets struck by lightning after saying God should "strike him down" if he's lying about denying his crush on a female member. he went in a coma for two weeks.

got stranded on a rich members gifted yacht in south east asia. then the ship started sinking and we knew we were cooked. but luckily got saved by...pirates...? and hustled to an event in singapore via carpooling in a basically totaled car for four days straight.

doing the pacer test as a challenge on a high school themed variety show. it wasnt planned by the show makers but our managers requested it to fuck with us.

the group went on a "team building retreat" (fancy word for vacation) in Brazil and got lost in the Amazon rainforest because somebody forgot to book a guide and some others were convinced we didnt need it. rescued by our managers in their chopper (which nobody knew they had?? because who tf just has a chopper). but it seemed like they just ran into us on their way to do something.

big paintball match with a bunch of other idol groups. like group v. group. but we took it way too seriously! military strategizing and everything. we won tho.

performed a cover of "jailhouse rock" by elvis in orange jumpsuits a day before our CFO got arrested. no we did not know that he was getting put behind bars.

the group has a fleet of cars (since were too cool to get driven around...or something? the logic is stupid, whatever it is) some shared some private. almost nobody in the group save for like five people should be let on the road. none of us can drive. nearly every idol in our age group has been in a car with the shitty driver line and can attest to it.

the group split into two and bet against if two members would end up together by the end of the year. the group who lost had to give the other group fifty dollars each and eat dog food. (in my dr my intuition is crazy good so no, i was not in the loosing group)

a member got his bedframe and mattress off of temu for like fifteen dollars. it broke down on a livestream a year later. like nobody was even sitting/ laying on it, it just broke.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Trump has become an American Chairman Mao and this is his Cultural Revolution. This time it's not a little red book they're following, it's the big book that was prepared by the Heritage Foundation for exactly the purpose of what's happening right now all over Washington DC.

It was said that Chairman Mao launched his Cultural Revolution to purge his government of people who clung to traditional Chinese ways and practices that smacked of so-called capitalist elements. Every dictator who sees himself as a supreme being entitled to absolute power has his own reasons for what he does. Mao was obsessed with creeping capitalism that he thought infected Chinese society. With Trump -- and you hear it every day coming out of his mouth and the mouths of Co-Chairman Musk and the rest of Trump's MAGA lackeys -- the obsession is liberalism, which they cover with the rubric of DEI and something they call but never quite define: wokeism. They don't have to define it. They've got their MAGA base and the Republicans in Congress trained at this point to react exactly the way they want them to react when they hear the word woke or wokeism or DEI or Marxist any of the other catch phrases they've warped for their own purposes.

Chairman Mao used cadres of Red Guards to carry out his revolution. I remember reading stories back in the late 60s, after the Cultural Revolution had taken hold, of young members of the Red Guards going to their own homes in places like Beijing and Shanghai and arresting their own parents, whose crimes were being university professors senior researchers in government health agencies and the like. Does that sound familiar? I haven't seen anything yet about purges at the NIH but just wait until RFK Jr. moves into his office at the NIH campus in Bethesda, Maryland. Reporters may have to use numbers with quadruple digits to write the stories about the firings that'll take place there.

Trump isn't following the Mao playbook of using young people and college students to do his dirty work. No, he's got Elon Musk and his battering ram of functionaries --who are unelected and do not hold government jobs -- to tear through the government for him.

But Trump is not without his own Red Guards. He just let their leaders out of prison with pardons and commutations. Enrique Tarrio is a free man now, ready to retake his position running the Proud Boys. So is Stewart Rhodes, free as a bird, back at the helm of the Oath Keepers. Stunningly, MSNBC aired a documentary tonight, February 2nd, with the glorifying title “King of the Apocalypse” about Rhodes. I didn't watch it and probably you didn't either, but you didn't have to if you tuned into MSNBC this week where they ran trailers around the clock advertising their documentary with a shot of Rhodes wearing camouflage, picturing him as a kind of twisted Patton.

Be ashamed of yourself, MSNBC. You're playing right into these fuckers’ hands.

It's scary to contemplate, but there is probably a whole panoply of right-wing militias that are in one stage or another of forming as we speak. Trump told his violent extremists to “stand back and stand by” during the 2020 election campaign. Little did we know that they were just waiting for his orders on January 6. I think it's safe to say that we're not going to hear those words from Trump this time around, because Trump appears to have learned a lesson on January 6: Don't wait until the last minute. This time, Trump is moving with lightning speed. His stormtroopers have their headquarters in the White House Executive Office Building. Their leader, the odious Musk, has been welcomed into The West Wing where he has an office upstairs from the Oval Office.

Dear readers, this is a nightmare I don't think we're going to wake up from anytime soon. The Founders of our country described the democratic system they sought to form as a “government of laws, not of men.” With Donald Trump's January 6 pardons and commutations, with his appointment of the likes of Kash Patel to run the FBI, with Hegseth ready to put the military in the street anytime Trump orders him, we have lost that noble dream of our Founding Fathers. One day in the not too distant future, unless some lawsuits are filed by brave civil servants and groups like the ACLU and the Democratic Party gets its act together, we won't have the federal government anymore. We won't have school lunch programs and Head Start and research for new cures for cancer and development of plans to be ready for the next pandemic. I could go on with what will be missing from our government and our lives, but you get the picture.

I don't know what our country will become, but it won't be recognizable as the United States of America we have loved for 240 years.

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The Prisoner - Yandere!Seb

Sebastian escaped from Azkaban to meet his old friends again. Word count: 2580 CW: torture, extended su!cide Read it on Wattpad, AO3 or under the cut ⬇️

The North Sea was stormy that night. The waves lashed high and broke on the rough rocks of the prison island. The triangular grey building towered ominously into the dark, cloudy sky. Thunder rumbled. With a loud bang, lightning struck a corner of the prison. Prisoner number 489 took advantage of this and blew open his cell wall with his stolen wand. The guard from whom he had taken the wand will not miss him anymore. This asshole had made it his mission to torture him day in, day out. He had forced the prisoner to watch as he broke his wand and threw it into the waves. He regularly gave him a boggart just to watch him writhe in guilt and then let the Dementors feast on him. The psychological torture was worlds worse than the Cruciatus Curse that he had to endure on a regular basis. The prisoner would rather have experienced physical torture every day than just another day of being confronted with his guilt.

He was already miserable enough. This murder was an accident. He didn't want this. And it cost him everything. He had lost everything that had ever meant anything to him. His sister had left their home and disappeared without a trace. She thought he was a monster. His best friend had turned away from him. The girl he loved had stood by him, but he could sense that she saw him differently after the incident. He had lost his chance of a happy life on that fateful day. His friends had decided not to hand him over to the Ministry of Magic. Still, the prisoner couldn't bear to pretend that everything was fine. He had turned himself in.

At first, his friends visited him regularly. Eventually, only she came. When she visited him last month, the prisoner noticed a ring on her left hand. She told him that she was engaged and her fiancé was none other than his supposed best friend. The prisoner then decided that it was time to break out of this hell. He made a plan, and on this stormy night, the time had finally come.

Now, he had to act quickly. Determined, he went to the other end of his small cell and sprinted off. He barely managed to get enough running. He jumped into the water and missed the rocks by a hair's breadth. Since he had been able to watch the sun through his tiny cell window for over three years, he knew which direction was in which direction. His cell was at the southwestern tip of the building. And he knew that Azkaban was northeast of Scotland. So he just had to keep swimming southwest, and he would eventually arrive home. At least if he made it that far, the exhaustion that had been his constant companion since his imprisonment wouldn't spoil his plans. Or any predatory fish. Or ships. Or the Ministry of Magic. His chances of reaching his destination alive were slim, but his iron will had brought him to his goals many times before, and he would not give up without a fight this time either. Using the stolen wand, he performed the bubble-head spell and finally dived into the dark waves.

Bamburgh, England, three days later

"Prisoner 489 escapes from his cell in Azkaban," read the headline on the front page of The Daily Prophet. A close-up of the escaped prisoner took up half the page. Under the picture it said: "The Ministry of Magic is calling for extreme caution. The murderer, Sebastian Sallow, escaped from his cell in Azkaban on Tuesday evening. He is dangerous. If you have any information about his whereabouts, please immediately contact the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic. Sebastian Sallow was arrested three years ago for the murder of his uncle, the former Auror Solomon Sallow after he turned himself in. The Aurors recommend not letting strangers into your house.“

Shocked, Charlotte read the lines. "Ominis!" she called to her fiancé. "Sebastian has escaped." "What?" Concerned, the blond man rushed to the black-haired witch. "It's the first headline in The Daily Prophet. Sebastian escaped on Tuesday." Charlotte didn't know what to feel or think about it. On the one hand, she desperately wanted her friend to enjoy a life of freedom, but on the other hand, she was terribly afraid.

The years in Azkaban had changed him. He was only a shadow of his former self. The boy she had once loved was no longer there. During this difficult time, she found comfort in Ominis, his best friend. The two fell in love, and two months ago, he asked her the question of all questions. They were happy together, and when Charlotte visited Sebastian in Azkaban a month ago, she would have thought that he would be happy for them. But when Charlotte told him about her engagement to Ominis, Sebastian's face turned dark. "You're making a mistake," he had said. That had torn her heart apart. She knew that if everything had turned out differently, if Sebastian hadn't lost control back then, that would be his ring on her finger. Then, she would soon be called Sallow and not Gaunt. She loved Ominis with all her heart, but her love for Sebastian had never faded. She still loved him as much as she did before the incident in the catacombs, but she knew they had no future and finally gave up.

And now he was on the run. What was his goal? Would she ever see him again? What if they caught him? Would they kill him or just take him back to Azkaban? Charlotte was terribly worried about her friend. She hoped fervently that nothing would happen to him.

One month later

It was late in the evening on a rainy day in late October. Charlotte and Ominis were eating dinner together in their small home. Suddenly, the front door opened, and a shadowy figure stood in the doorway. Charlotte screamed in alarm and reached for her wand. Whoever was breaking into other houses unannounced at this time of day had no good intentions. Not that burglars had good intentions at different times of day, but with the windows lit up late in the evening, it could only mean disaster.

"I hope you have something left for me. I'm starving," croaked the burglar. Charlotte and Ominis didn't know what to say. "Who are you?" Ominis called out to the uninvited guest. The burglar stepped into the light and pushed his hood off his head. His long, matted hair was wet from the rain, his beard unkempt. "Honestly, Ominis. Don't you recognize your best friend?" "Sebastian!" Charlotte shouted and stormed towards him. Overjoyed, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay." Sebastian returned her hug with a smile. "You must be freezing," Charlotte said, shocked when she noticed how wet he was. "Come in and warm yourself up. Have some of the soup; I'll run you a bath." She tenderly stroked his rough cheeks. "You look terrible. I can cut your hair later, and we'll fix you up, okay?" "That sounds good." Sebastian smiled gently at the witch, and she hugged him again before disappearing into the bath.

"How?" Ominis stood in front of the fireplace with his arms crossed and a grim expression. "I'm happy to see you again, too, my friend," Sebastian replied and sat down at the dining table. He took Charlotte's bowl as if it were the most natural thing in the world and slurped the pumpkin soup from it. "Congratulations on your engagement," he said casually to Ominis. "You actually managed to take her away from me after all." "It was her decision, Sebastian." Ominis tried desperately to remain calm. "Just like it was your decision to kill your uncle. Just like it was your decision to turn yourself in." Sebastian's fist slammed onto the table. "It was not my decision to turn myself in, and you know that very well!" he hissed. "You persuaded me to do it. You told me that Anne would never forgive me. You told me that Charlotte would never love a monster like me. You pressured me to do it, Ominis. And you seized the opportunity and turned Charlotte's head. You knew exactly how I felt about her, yet you two are now engaged." "She was miserable when you were arrested, Sebastian. I merely comforted her. It's not my fault that we fell in love." Sebastian's eyes burned with anger. "Of course, it's your fault. She was vulnerable, and you played the hero for her." "Would I have just let her die of grief?" Ominis hissed. "You broke her heart, and I was there for her during that difficult time because you couldn't. Charlotte was devastated and blamed herself. I couldn't just let her die." "No, but you could have kept your dirty hands off her. Charlotte belongs to me, and you know it." Sebastian had now stood up and faced Ominis threateningly. "Charlotte doesn't belong to anyone, Sebastian. She's not an object that can be owned. And she chose me, so get over it."

"Sebastian, the bath is ready," Charlotte chirped from the bathroom. "Please excuse me. I have to let your fiancée pamper me," Sebastian said with a smug grin and strolled into the bathroom. Ominis stood at the fireplace, stunned.

In the bathroom, a hot bath awaited Sebastian, and Charlotte had laid out her scissors and a razor. "Into the water with you, you stinker," she giggled. "Do I really smell that bad?" Sebastian asked, caught out, and began to peel off his soaked clothes. "Worse than bad," Charlotte confirmed his suspicion. Sebastian shrugged with a grin. "In Azkaban, hygiene is not important. You can be happy if you can wash yourself with a bucket of cold water once a week. And on my way here, I hardly had the opportunity to do so." "Now you're here, and you can finally feel like a human again." Charlotte looked at Sebastian's emaciated body with a worried look. "You look like death itself. We really need to get some meat back on your bones." "I'm sure that won't be a problem with your cooking skills," Sebastian replied with a wink. Charlotte blushed. "Then did you like the soup?" "The best thing I've ever eaten in my life."

By now, Sebastian was standing completely naked in front of Charlotte. She tried hard not to let her gaze wander too far down, but her curiosity won the battle, and her eyes fixed on his erection. "Do you like what you see?" Sebastian asked mischievously. Her gaze on him excited him, and he fervently hoped that she felt the same. Embarrassed, Charlotte looked away. "W-we really should wash you now." She pointed to the filled bathtub. Sebastian complied with her request and got into the warm water. His skin tingled pleasantly as he sank into the tub.

He washed himself quietly while Charlotte scrubbed his back and cut his hair. "Will you come with me?" Sebastian broke the silence after a while. Sighing, Charlotte let her hand fall. "I can't." Sebastian turned around in the tub and looked straight into her blue eyes. "Why not?" "You know that, Sebastian. I love Ominis, and I'm going to marry him." "Would you have married me if everything had turned out differently?" he asked sadly. Charlotte fought back tears. She swallowed hard before answering: "Probably, yes. But it just didn't turn out any differently. Ominis was there for me. He gave me support." "Do you love me?" Sebastian's direct question caught Charlotte by surprise. "What? I-" Charlotte closed her eyes in resignation. "I never stopped loving you, Sebastian." That was all he needed to hear. He resolutely placed his hand on her neck and pulled her into a greedy kiss. Caught off guard, Charlotte stiffened. A battle of emotions raged inside her. How long had she longed for his kiss? How often had she imagined what it would be like to feel his lips on hers? And yet she wore Ominis' ring on her finger. Guilt won the battle, and she pushed Sebastian away. "I can't," she sobbed. "I'm sorry." With that, she stood up and left the bathroom, crying.

Sebastian rushed after her, furious. He found her in Ominis's arms in the living room. She was crying bitter tears on his chest. When Ominis noticed him, his face turned red with anger. "You leave our house immediately," he hissed in an icy tone. "No shit will happen," Sebastian replied grimly. Ominis walked threateningly towards Sebastian and pulled out his wand. "You bet. You break into our house, help yourself with our food, let yourself get pampered, and then kiss my fiancée?! I would have expected more from you, Sebastian. You are not welcome here." Sebastian pulled out his stolen wand and pointed it at Ominis. "I can't let you take her away from me. Not again," he hissed. "Crucio!"

A red flash escaped from Sebastian's wand and shot towards Ominis. He collapsed and writhed on the floor in pain. "Sebastian! Stop it!" Charlotte screamed in shock. She ran towards Sebastian, but he immediately pointed his wand at her. "Incarcerus!" Ropes bound Charlotte and prevented her from intervening. "I'm doing this for us. Don't you understand?" Sebastian yelled. Madness flashed in his eyes. He again aimed the torture curse at Ominis, who writhed and groaned. "Please! Stop it!" Charlotte begged him. "I will come with you. But please spare Ominis." Tears ran down her face. Sebastian paused. "You're really going to come with me?" he asked hopefully. Charlotte nodded eagerly. "Good. You heard her, Ominis. She belongs to me."

"Charlotte, please don't do this," croaked Ominis, still lying on the floor. "I'm doing this for you," she replied, sobbing. Groaning, Ominis struggled to his feet. "I will not give up without a fight." Sebastian shrugged dismissively. "Too bad. Avada Kedavra!" Ominis collapsed lifeless to the ground. Charlotte screamed in horror. "What have you done?" "The only thing left for me to do. Now, nothing stands in our way." With a wave of his wand, he loosened Charlotte's bonds. "I will never forgive you for that. You should have stayed in Azkaban." Charlotte's voice trembled, and her whole body shook. "So you're telling me you don't want to be with me?" Sebastian growled through clenched teeth. He pointed angrily at Ominis. "He's dead, Charlotte! He can't take you away from me anymore. You're free! You can come with me." "I was free before, too!" screamed Charlotte. "Being with Ominis was my free decision. And it is my free decision not to go with you. The Ministry of Magic has already been notified. The Aurors are on their way." Realization spread across Sebastian's face. "You betrayed me?" "We had no other choice," Charlotte explained.

Sebastian's hazel eyes darkened with anger. He stormed towards Charlotte and grabbed her in a chokehold. She tried to free herself in panic, but it was in vain. Despite the years of hardship in Azkaban, Sebastian was still stronger than her. Slowly, he raised his wand to Charlotte's temple. "If I can't have you, no one can," he whispered.

Green light flashed twice in quick succession in the hut. A short time later, the Aurors found three bodies in the small house in the otherwise peaceful village of Bamburgh.

[hexguardheart]

"The Price of Remembering"

HexguardHeart

Chapter 17: Healing Ground

The Memory Den felt different in victory's aftermath. Quieter, but alive with possibility. As reports flooded in about Shaw's arrest, about exposed corruption and saved memories, about underground and topside finally connecting, Vi and Caitlyn found themselves drawn to their quiet corner of the old boxing ring.

Some victories needed to be processed in private. Some revelations needed their own space to bloom...

Moonlight filtered through high windows, painting silver paths across the canvas where they sat, close but not touching, the air between them electric with possibility.

Vi remembered everything now, every lingering look, every almost-touch, every moment of wanting. The memories cascaded, overwhelming in their clarity.

"Hey," Caitlyn said softly, noticing Vi's hands trembling. "Stay with me."

"I am." Vi looked up, finding Caitlyn's face inches from hers. "For the first time, I really am."

Caitlyn reached out, fingers tracing Vi's jaw like she was memorizing it by touch. "What are you thinking?"

"That I've fallen in love with you a hundred times," Vi whispered. "And now I remember every single one."

The confession hung between them, delicate as crystal, powerful as truth.

Caitlyn's breath caught. Her hand slid into Vi's hair, gentle but certain. "Show me?"

Their first kiss was hesitant, a question asked and answered in the space between breaths. Then Vi pulled back slightly, watching wonder bloom across Caitlyn's face.

"I've imagined this," Caitlyn whispered, her accent softer now, intimate. "Even when you couldn't remember wanting it."

"Show me how," Vi breathed against her lips.

This time when they came together, it was like lightning finding ground. Caitlyn's hands tangled in Vi's hair while Vi's fingers traced patterns down her spine, each touch electric with recognition. They moved together on the canvas, everything slow and deliberate.

Vi gasped as Caitlyn's mouth found her throat, open and warm. "I want to remember everything," she murmured. "Every sound you make. Every way you move."

Caitlyn smiled against her skin. "Then pay attention."

Clothes fell away like surrendered armor, each new revelation of skin met with reverent touch. Vi's hands shook as she undid Caitlyn's buttons, but Caitlyn caught them, pressed them to her heart.

"Feel that?" she whispered. "How certain it is?"

Vi traced the elegant line of Caitlyn's collarbone, watching goosebumps follow her fingers. Caitlyn arched into the contact, her breath catching as Vi's mouth replaced her hands, tasting salt and silk.

"You're trembling," Vi murmured against her skin.

"Because I've wanted this..." Caitlyn's voice broke as Vi found a sensitive spot. "Wanted you... for so long."

Their bodies moved together, finding a rhythm as natural as breathing. Caitlyn's hands mapped Vi's scars like reading sacred text, each kiss a blessing over old wounds. When her fingers trailed lower, Vi gasped, clutching at her shoulders.

"Look at me," Caitlyn whispered.

Vi's eyes locked with hers as pleasure built between them, slow and devastating. Every touch felt like revelation, every moan like prayer. Caitlyn moved with perfect precision, reading Vi's body like she was made to understand it.

Vi had never felt anything like this, the slow, devastating build of pleasure mixed with absolute trust. Caitlyn's touch was both confident and reverent, each movement designed to draw out sensation until Vi thought she might break from it.

"Please," Vi gasped, not even sure what she was begging for.

Caitlyn's smile was tender and wicked all at once. "What do you need?"

"Everything. You. This." Vi's back arched as Caitlyn's fingers found exactly the right rhythm. "God, don't stop."

"Never," Caitlyn promised, her accent thick with desire. She watched Vi's face intently, memorizing every expression, every gasp, every moment of surrender.

When release finally came, it was like remembering every beautiful things she ever experienced at once. Vi cried out Caitlyn's name like salvation, while Caitlyn held her through it, whispering love against her skin.

But Vi wasn't done. As soon as she could move again, she flipped their positions, pinning Caitlyn beneath her.

Caitlyn gasped as Vi's mouth traced a path down her throat, across her breasts, lingering in places that made her breath hitch and fingers clutch at Vi's shoulders.

"You're beautiful," Vi murmured against her skin. "So perfect." Her hands explored with growing confidence, learning what made Caitlyn arch and moan, what made her breath catch.

"Vi," Caitlyn's voice was raw, accent thick with need.

Vi smiled against her hip. "Tell me what you want. i want to know exactly how to love you."

Caitlyn's hands tangled in Vi's hair as she moved lower, tasting, teasing, worshipping. Each stroke of her tongue drew new sounds from Caitlyn's throat, each touch built the tension higher.

"Look at me," Vi echoed Caitlyn's earlier words. "Let me see you come undone."

Their eyes met, and something electric passed between them. Vi's movements grew more focused, more intense, driving Caitlyn toward the edge with committed precision.

Caitlyn's composure shattered beautifully under Vi's devoted attention. Her carefully controlled accent broke into desperate sounds, her elegant fingers clutching at Vi's shoulders, forging unforgettable vestige of their passion.

"That's it," Vi encouraged, watching Caitlyn come apart beneath her. "Let go for me. Let me capture this moment of you like this."

When release finally crashed through her, Vi held her through it, memorizing every tremor, every gasp, every moment of perfect surrender.

They came together again after, bodies tangled, skin cooling in the night air.

The night wrapped around them as Vi gently caressed the elegant line of Caitlyn's spine while Caitlyn pressed soft kisses to her throat, neither willing to stop touching, to break this perfect connection.

"I love you," Caitlyn whispered against Vi's skin, her accent soft and intimate. "Have for longer than you could remember."

Vi's arms tightened around her. "I understand now," Vi said softly. "Why people would sell anything to keep moments like this." Her hand found Caitlyn's face, thumb brushing her cheek.

Caitlyn leaned into the touch, her usual poise beautifully undone. "Tell me what you'll remember."

"Everything." Vi smiled, rolling them so she could look down at Caitlyn properly. "The way your accent gets thicker when you're aroused. How your breath catches when I touch you here..." She demonstrated, making Caitlyn gasp. "The exact sound you make when you come apart."

"Vi..." Caitlyn's voice was both warning and invitation.

"The way you say my name, like that." Vi's lips found her throat. "How your skin tastes. How perfectly we fit together."

Desire began building again, slow and sweet this time. Their bodies moved together with newfound familiarity, every touch both memory and discovery.

"Show me again?" Caitlyn whispered, pulling Vi closer.

"Always."

This time was different, it was slower, deeper, built on the trust they'd already established. Vi took her time, mapping Caitlyn's body with deliberate attention, while Caitlyn's hands never stopped moving, never stopped drawing them closer together.

"You're exquisite," Vi murmured, watching pleasure paint colors across Caitlyn's skin. "The way you move, the sounds you make..."

"Please," Caitlyn gasped, her accent thick and raw. "I want you inside of me."

They found a rhythm that felt like dancing, like falling, like flying. Bodies pressed together, sharing breath and heat and purpose. Vi's fingers found exactly the right spot while Caitlyn's leg wrapped around her hip, pulling her deeper.

"Look at me," Vi whispered. "Want to see your eyes when you..."

Caitlyn's gaze locked with hers, pupils blown wide with desire. "Together," she managed to say. 

Vi nodded, understanding perfectly as Caitlyn's hand slipped between them, matching her rhythm. They moved as one, building toward something that felt bigger than climax.

They moved together like waves finding shore, each touch amplifying the other's pleasure. Caitlyn's free hand tangled in Vi's hair, holding her close as they chased release together. Their foreheads pressed together, sharing breath, sharing everything.

"Vi..." Caitlyn's voice broke beautifully. "I'm..."

"I know," Vi gasped, feeling herself getting close. "Me too. Stay with me."

When it broke, it broke perfectly. They came apart together, crying out each other's names, bodies trembling in perfect sync. Vi collapsed into Caitlyn's arms, both of them breathing hard, hearts racing against each other.

"That was..." Caitlyn's accent was delightfully wrecked.

"Yeah," Vi smiled against her neck. "It really was."

They lay tangled together, trading soft kisses and softer touches as their breathing steadied. Vi's implant hummed contentedly, storing every detail of this moment in perfect clarity.

[cheryls-blossomed]

The theme of Westallen against the world is such an understated, but powerful undercurrent of their relationship.

As children, they fall in love the very night that Barry comes to the West household after Thawne kills Nora Allen and after Henry Allen is wrongfully arrested for her murder. Barry tells Iris that his dad didn’t do it, and Iris, unhesitatingly, takes his hand and says that she believes him. And that moment bonds these two best friends forever. When eleven-year-old Iris comforts eleven-year-old Barry that night, they gravitate to each other’s hearts. They find protection and strength in one another. And so begins, Barry and Iris against the world. Iris is the only person who believes Barry about the night his mother was murdered. Iris, too, lost her mother traumatically, and is still coming to terms with this. Together, they find home in each other, after feeling so lost, having both lost so much at such a young age. Joe doesn’t believe that a man in yellow killed Nora, and he lies to Iris about what happened to Francine. He attempts to protect both Barry and Iris, and while he is well-intentioned, he still lies to both of them, so Barry and Iris only have each other to truly share what sits heavy on their hearts.

Barry searches for unexplained cases, theories, traces of the impossible, anything to prove that his father is innocent. Iris gives voice to the helpless, even from a young age, uncovering that which people wish to keep hidden, sticking to her instincts and writing investigative pieces for her school newspaper. Their shared determination to uncover and to discover is grounded by their innate understanding of truth and justice. Barry talks to only Iris and no one else about unexplained cold cases and trace sightings of the impossible. Canonically, Iris notes in 1x04 that Barry always speaks with her about any investigation, even ongoing investigations at CCPD.

This notion of Barry and Iris against the world permeates even when the world believes in the impossible. Even after Barry becomes the Flash and after the cultivation of Team Flash. In Flashpoint, Iris knows, in her heart of hearts, that she and Barry love each other, and she draws upon that love to restore Barry’s memories when he rapidly starts losing them while fighting the Rival. When Barry is exhausted, having run himself ragged in Flashtime, seemingly readying himself to die after thinking he is unable to save the world from a nuclear bomb, he goes to Iris, and in her arms, he finds love, peace, and rejuvenation, while she figures out a way to save Central City. Together, against all odds, they save the world. In Armageddon, Iris believes that Barry is being framed, when everyone else does not share her belief, and she fights to prove his innocence. They mirror each other’s trust in one another. Barry saves Iris as she jumps off of a building to escape from armed men while chasing a story. Iris saves Barry while diving off of a building and unlocking his metacuffs, after Ragdoll pushes Barry off the same rooftop while his powers were dampened by the metacuffs.

In Reverse Flashpoint, Barry appeals to his love for Iris, and Iris, within one conversation with Barry, begins to realize that the reality that she has been living in has been warped. As Barry runs to erase Thawne’s time-altering machinations, he draws upon his love for Iris, repeating her name like a prayer. She hears him from miles away, and with lightning in her eyes, answers his declaration of love and reconnects him to the Speed Force.

When the Negative Speed Force sends Barry to the past, to the fateful night when Nora Allen is killed by Thawne, Barry faces the Negative Speed Force attempting to kill him through various forms. When he battles the Negative Speed Force, he draws upon the thought of Iris and of their child. At the exact same moment in time, Iris, in the present timeline, senses that Barry is in danger and leaves him a message in the time vault. They will battle whatever forces attempt to keep them apart, even while dimensionally separated, because their connection transcends time, space, altered reality, and worlds. So it is, Barry and Iris against the world.

Because even in the face of any Crisis, of any inter-dimensional force, and of any attempt to alter time and reality, the inevitability of the chaos Barry and Iris face in their lives is superseded by the constant and enduring nature of Barry and Iris. Since the very beginning.

[numberonetacostan]

I've been thinking about the legal system both in ii and bfdi

For ii we never actually see or hear of the actual legal system but we do see Mephone's interpretation of it which is most likely a very poor example of how the system actually works.

But there's things like, getting away with murder of a more fragile object could probably be pretty easy especially something like a bubble since there'd be nothing left for finger prints or anything like that.

I'm not fully sure what counts as a crime either would it be the same as humans have (but even then that varies from place to place).

As for bfdi, in the newest meetup video, there was a joke about Pen being in court and while that isn't canon it's still interesting, Jury duty apparently works differently because Golf Ball knows Pen and she was on jury duty according to Tennis Ball

Court exists because of the BFB 22 where Four illegally uses a courtroom to host an illegitimate trial (and ends up in jail jail for it next episodethought that could've been just him making that for the sake of the challenge since it was pretty weak). In one of Cary’s videos he mentioned Yellow Face running from the police, which might not be canon/fully canon, but it does imply that police and a legal system exist in BFDI.

So What the do the police do even do? What do they see as bad enough to get involved? We’ve seen people commit murder, fraud, assault, theft, all sorts of crimes. How fucked up do you have to be to get sent to BFDI jail???

There is a page on the wiki about Goinky's legal system so I'll put some of that here too

List of known laws

Escaping or leaving an elimination space

This is considered a criminal offense and is put on criminal record.

The Battle for Dream Island: Official Character Guide's coverage on Ice Cube reveals that Ice Cube regrets escaping the Tiny Loser Chamber, because she obtained a criminal record. The other punishments for violating this law are unknown.

Besides Ice Cube, some of the recommended characters that failed to join BFDI and BFDIA were able to escape the Locker of Losers and Tiny Loser Chamber. In "No More Snow!", Cloudy, Bell, Grassy, Lightning, and 8-Ball have all escaped and were seen in both the Evil Forest and the Snowy Forest.

Evil Leafy had also teleported outside of the TLC as well.In "Well, Look Who It Is!", Firey, Gelatin, Ice Cube and Rocky all freely leave the Weak Trembling Fortress to explore Yoyle City.

In "Airplanes in the Night Sky", Golf Ball claims that eliminated players must not leave the elimination location, as it breaks the rules established at the start of the game. Only Nickel, Yellow Face, Rocky and Bomby listen to her, and the other WTF residents escape using Fries' FriesMart Scooper-Van.

Construction of a building in an area with religious or historical significance

This is considered illegal.

In "Take the Tower", Bubble attempts to construct a tower to rescue Balloony from elimination. Four states that such an act was illegal. It can be assumed that the punishment for violating this law is that another contestant is asked to destroy the structure, as evidenced by Four, Lollipop, and Blocky's actions in the same episode.

Impersonation of a popular figureThis warrants an arrest and is subject to probation.

In "Take the Tower", the Have Cots strategize on how to win the challenge and suggests that impersonating someone may work. Gelatin states that in the past, he impersonated Loser, and ended up being arrested, placed in a detention center, and receiving probation. This law is likely in place due to Loser's status as a highly protected individual. It can be assumed that Gelatin's probation has since been released, as there has been no evidence of a probation officer for Gelatin. It is unknown if this law is for specifically impersonating Loser or is a generic anti-impersonation law.

Trespassing private property

The penalty for this offense is unknown, but its existence is known.In "Let's Raid The Warehouse", Four states that he discovered the location of Yellow Face's Warehouse using a "not so legal way of snooping", indicating that Four had commit trespassing to discover Yellow Face's Warehouse.

Theft of an object (petty theft)

This warrants an arrest and an accompanying trial.

In "Who Stole Donut's Diary?", Four was going to give Donut's Diary as a cake for Cake at Stake, but Firey stole it due to wanting something everyone wants after Leafy stole Dream Island. After Four discovered it was stolen and Taco was eliminated, he sent the remaining contestants to the Courtroom, where a trial was held to determine the thief.

Lying under oath (perjury)

This warrants an arrest. The penalty is 2,763 years in prison.In "Who Stole Donut's Diary?", Blocky had lied twice in the Courtroom, leading to, according to a deep text-to-speech voice, the arrest of all parties involved with Blocky's Funny Doings International for 2,763 years. Due to Blocky not being imprisoned, it is assumed that either the sentence is not in effect yet, or the scene was a joke.

Unauthorized use of a Courtroom

This warrants an arrest. The penalty is life in jail.

This was briefly mentioned by Four at the end of "Who Stole Donut's Diary?", with Four having been revealed to be jailed for the crime in "Fashion For Your Face!". It is unknown who arrested them.

(Other notes from the wiki)

It is unknown who arrested Gelatin and who his probation officer was.

It is possible that there is a higher governing body in Goiky that places and enforces these laws, as Fries mentions the existence of a president in "Lots of Mud".

It appears that Four has some control over or immunity from the law, as they were able to get away with building another tower and using them for the challenge. However, they were arrested in "Fashion For Your Face!", however for the previous episode when they used the courtroom via trespassing.

Pen has a legal name. It is unknown if a legal name is required for characters, if every character has a legal name, if legal names are decided by the law in Goiky, if legal names are actually legal, and who decides legal names and how legal names are decided.

In the non-canon short "MEET THE OTHER YOU - BFDI & II 2025 Tour!", it is mentioned that Pen is on trial, Yellow Face is his attorney, and that Golf Ball is on jury duty.

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Hi Flower!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!! :]

We definitely have a lot more info on bfdi than ii, huh? I think ii would be closer to what we generally have here in the human world, since ii tends to be have a more serious tone overall.

As for BFDI, specifically the legal stuff referenced in the 2025 tour announcement short(s), I like to think the trial is exclusively being done within the cast. They have some smaller legal system for all of them, which is why Yellow Face of all objects is Pen's lawyer, and Golfie is on the jury despite knowing him.

The legal system is interesting to think about in different object worlds! Maybe we'll even see some of it in ii, if they get like, arrested for killing Steve Cobs or something hehe. I don't think it will happen but it's funny to think about.