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[astralnymphh]

kneeling for her ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x fem!reader sucking her strap hcs/scenario! ༻ ☽𖤐☾

(ellie image from kittaeria on pinterest)

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: had the most random scenario blossom in my head yesterday so i wrote it per usual, went a lil more risqué with this one 😜at least to my standards

cw/tags: NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! ellies a lil goofy in the beginning, blunt/straightforward-ish reader, not a fully wrote out fic, small time skips, sitting on lap, cursing, takes place in jackson but not specified to be before seattle (readers choice) soft-dom leaning ellie (except maybe less soft in one instance, nothing rough tho), guiding you verbally and with hands, praises, petnames; (good girl, baby, slut) sucking/choking on strap, clit stim (giving) strap-vag insertion, flatiron position, rewarding, gripping head/hair, deepthroating.

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setting the scene

༻⛧one dusty orange sunset, cooped up in ellie's makeshift 'garage house' relishing a simple meal she whipped up for the both of you, albeit can you really classify her attempts at the art of culinary as five-star cuisine? regardless, the two of you slumped into the gray sofas' sufficient padding and dined like kings; in apocalyptic standards. no conversation had been rustling the space between you until a rather, interesting, unordinary, dare say- scandalous? scenario had implanted its peculiar self into your thoughts.

"hey babe?" you quell the silence, tone arching in curiosity.

"mhm?" ellie garbled through shut lips, chowing down her food.

"you know.. we should- try something new-"

"ooh~ like what?" she instantaneously hunches her back closer to you and tosses her barren plate aside, avid to hear your words go from mind to mouth. she invariably dotes on your ideas.

"uh- it's like.. related to.. bed stuff."

"like sleepin- wait! can we pleaaasee build a display shelf for my comic books above my bed-"

"ellie." 

"sorry." ellie, even being an adult, is still crazy about her long-kept hobbies.

"uh- anyways. I'm talking 'bout like.. sex." you impenitently tell.

her eyelids dim, sloping her head to the side in adorned interest, "sex? that's one way to ask."

"no ..seriously, I have an idea.." you stow the plate atop a stubby heap of books, conveying a genuineness in your stare.

ellie sails her tongue briskly through her lips, anchoring her torso back onto the sofas' arm, lengthening her legs out with a faint bend at the knees. her palm drops to her thigh, patting it twice.

 "c'm over here." she coaxes sweetly with an alluring gaze, imbued with a pip of power in her vowels.

a suffuse of blush overlies your midface, crawling your body towards her beckon.

her hands steady your hips down on her lap, finding refuge on the back of your thighs thereupon settling.

"what's the idea, then?" the moods' been shifted, emanating one of sensuality.

you nestle near her headspace, whispering, "y'know ur' strap?"

"yeah.." ellie likes where this is leading, clearly by her rapt smirk and tune of chords rising in tempt.

"what if I sucked it?"

⛧ oh boy, that set off a night she wouldn't be forgetting for the inbound days ahead. immediately you found yourself levitating up from the couch by her arms and bouncing on the mattress. a makeout session leads to fated stripping and now, your kneeling in front of her at groin-level and a hunter green mass protruding towards your nose bridge.

her optics glare down at you, the sight of you so keen and willing to do this. sure, it's not the real thing but the sight should and will be fucking exhilarating. 

"c'mon, what're you staring at?" ellie's hand gently smacks your cheek and splinters your blurry-minded trance.

you deduct a reply from your mouth, instead, taking a solid grasp of the strap and wrapping your lips round' the tip, all while preserving unwavering eye contact.

"shit.." 

her hands ease and twine the locks on each margin of your head, massaging the pads of her fingertips tenderly. her arousals' climbing new peaks every second at this rate. she presses her pelvis further upon your lip, steering you to open up.

your lips part and welcome the rotund tip in, stroking along your front teeth. the weak grasp on your head pushes the strap languidly to a greater extent that bounds it to the back wall of your throat.

"ach-" you jab out a cough.

"good girl, take that shit in.." 

⛧she's one to be in control, but it's nothing rough. her hands guiding you back n forth gently as the strap summons spurts of tickles in your throat each time it prods the back of it. it'd be far enough to chafe the hilt against her clit, per usual any time she wears the contraption, so you'd always hear quaint whimpers, curses, groans, etcetera, from above.

"mhh~ fuuhhhhckkkk.." ellie draws out a long euphoric groan, straining her neck back and exposing the mild protrusion of her adam's apple.

catching up with the motion, you begin bobbing your head on your own accord. her hands dull their hold and hover above, letting you work your utter sorcery, mouth wide open and drooling for her.

her head recoils down, "such a slut- oohh~ fuck.." 

⛧again, she's not rough without consent and a special occasion, but she'll clutch your hair firmly enough. to you, it's like her non-verbal sign that says 'go faster'.

thrusting your head faster, her own moans begin to burgeon and crowd the room over your sucking and popping noises. she looks so fucking hot from your angle, a clement sweat, fucked out face, leaning slightly back so her pelvis projects closer to you, a solo hand supporting on the back of her thigh, the other latched onto the apex of your head and knotting strands of hair around her fingers. it's all getting to you. 

"oh- baby, fuck- keep goin'n.. uhn- shit!" the climax augmenting within her hips jitters the shit out of her knees, begging to just buckle underneath her and collapse on the bed.

"gh- hn.." your words fumble around ellie's cock, still putting your all into pleasing her. adding a grip on the strap and stroking it was endgame for her, the adjoined knocking against her swelling bud ruined her.

⛧ellie's definitely more of a groaner and a huffer when she comes, it's not growling level but it's certainly not fake exaggerated ones.

⛧i think she's also the type who'd want you to come as well, like, there is not a single night where she's the only one getting pleased, she has to see you unravel and lose your shit under her.

"stop, baby- stop.." ellie hastily hushes through heaves of breath, pulling your head from the strap to which it springs off your lips.

"huh..?"

"m'not cummin' without you- fuck.." her fingers take a grapple at your jaw, guiding you up onto your feet.

you give her a blank stare until it's washed away with a surprised one as you're cast onto the bed, stomach down, ass up. she shambles over you and flattens you out till your hips settle in the cloudy mattress.

she mounts your thighs and inclines her crotch to yours, slowly inserting into your cunt from the back. her nails chisel into your plush hips, thumbs notably indenting on your ass.

"oh-my gmm.. ellie.." 

"god damn-" she mumbles to herself, cuffing out a quick chuckle, "you earned this.." positively rewarding you for your work.

insert a loooong night spent railing.

⛧random conclusion hc but I feel like in this position where she's behind you she'll litter you with kisses and bites on your shoulder-neck region, especially for being so good and disposed for her. 

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MASTERLIST

[electronickingdomfox]

Star Trek TOS slash bits (Season one)

This is my personal rundown of all the slash scenes in TOS season one. Actually, "slash" isn't an accurate descriptor, since slash was born after and because of Star Trek; but I didn't know how to call it otherwise. I've omitted episodes when I didn't find anything remarkable in them. And I've tried to be as objective as possible. Of course, this stuff depends a lot on the "eye of the beholder", so your mileage might vary.

-What I count: lingering touches or affectionate looks, clinginess, actions that show a strong concern/familiarity with each other, suggestive scenes...

-What I DON'T count: friendly gestures (like smiling or looking amused when someone says something funny), scenes taken out of context, physical proximity just because there's not enough space...

I'll try to illustrate some scenes when necessary, though screenshots usually don't do justice to it.

For season two, go here.

The Corbomite Maneuver:

Spirk: Kirk tells Spock his explanations give him "emotional security" with a loving look. Spock appears a bit embarrassed. Not counting the scene where Kirk makes a video call while shirtless (funny as it may seem out of context), since that scene has nothing to do with Spock himself. He's just calling the bridge, not Spock in particular.

McKirk: McCoy surely likes to cling to the Captain's chair a lot. He gets really close for a good chunk of the episode.

Should I count the scene where he hides a red alert in sickbay, so Kirk can keep sweating shirtless in his med bed? On the one hand, it may seem suggestive, but on the other, McCoy is just anxious about finishing his medical exam on the Captain.

Spones: McCoy tells Spock (with a somewhat hopeful look) that he'd love to teach him strip poker. Remarkable because there's no hint of sarcasm at all, and Spock answers with a mischievous smile.

The Enemy Within

Spirk: The scene where Spock enters the cabin and seems so agitated by the sight of shirtless, absurdly sensual Kirk.

Also a bit at the end, when Kirk thanks Spock on behalf of his two... halves. He has the Look in his eyes.

McKirk: McCoy is again pretty close and physical with Kirk (the good one). He stops agreeing with Spock's logical plan to merge the two halves, as soon as they discover that it may put Kirk's life in danger.

The true couple of this episode, however, is Good Kirk x Evil Kirk.

The Man Trap

McKirk: The way Kirk tells McCoy that he's not counting his errors, and how he smiles and approaches him to apologize, comes off rather flirtatious.

Also, though he's joking, Kirk can't help offering McCoy the most shitty bouquet of flowers ever, and calling him by his pet name "Plum" at the first opportunity.

The Naked Time

Spirk: "Jim, when I feel friendship for you, I'm ashamed". Also at the end, when Spock asks Kirk if he's okay, but Kirk asks Spock about his wellbeing instead, with a loving expression in his face.

Balance of Terror

McKirk: The scene where Kirk is lying in bed and he invites McCoy to enter, and then they stare at each other with such fondness. On top of that McCoy makes a heartfelt speech about the uniqueness of all lives, and begs Kirk not to sacrifice himself.

What Are Little Girls Made Of?

Spirk: This may be a stretch, but Chapel implies that she can recognize the real Corby by his voice alone, because she's in love with him. Later, Spock guesses there's something wrong with Kirk just hearing him (actually an imitation of his voice made by an android). Apart from this, Kirk's way of ensuring that his android copy is recognized as a fake, is implanting in him mean remarks about Spock.

Dagger of the Mind

McKirk: Again, McCoy has to be all over Kirk's chair whenever he's in the bridge.

Spirk: At the end, Kirk ponders about loneliness, but then he looks at Spock, smiles, and seems to get better. Spock kind of returns the smile.

Besides this, Spock's mind meld with Van Gelder is rather... well... intense.

Miri

Spirk: A brief moment, but when Spock says "Whatever happens, I can't go back to the ship, and I do want to go back to the ship, Captain", he and Kirk exchange knowing looks, and Spock even smiles a bit.

Spones: Spock is very tender with McCoy while he's unconscious, after testing the vaccine on himself. He holds his hands for a looooong time.

The Galileo Seven

McKirk: McCoy still seems unable to talk with Kirk at a normal distance in the bridge. Granted, he gets so close because he's gossiping about Spock's emotional reaction. But that makes it even more gay.

Spirk: "Mister Spock, you're a stubborn man." In context, he's just teasing Spock like everybody else on the bridge, but in Kirk's case, it seems more affectionate.

Court Martial

Spirk: It's normal that a First Officer would be loyal to his Captain, and testify in his favor when his career is at stake. But Spock's comparison of Kirk's inability to make a mistake, with a hammer's inability to overcome gravity, is way too much, isn't it? Specially for someone who pretends to be as logical as Spock.

The Menagerie

McSpirk McCoy refuses to believe Spock is the culprit, despite damning evidence against him. And he's barely able to arrest him, sending him to his quarters instead of the brig. Kirk is more firm in his duties as Captain, but still considers the court martial against Spock as the most difficult time in his career. At one point, he almost wishes his shuttle failed, so he didn't have to confront Spock.

This episode also shows how crazy Spock can become to protect those he loves and respects (in this case, Pike). Motherfucker just committed mutiny in the Captain's face!

Shore Leave

Spirk At the very start, Spock stands behind the Captain's chair, and Kirk complains about pain in his back. A yeoman, also behind him, starts giving Kirk a back massage. And Kirk seems to be enjoying it quite a lot... until he discovers it's not Spock doing it. Then he orders the yeoman to stop, annoyed. Also later, when the airplane is shooting at Kirk and Spock, the two of them embrace and grab each other a lot. It doesn't help that Kirk has, as usual, his tits out.

The Squire of Gothos

Spirk The best way for Trelane to ensure Kirk's cooperation is threatening Spock at gunpoint. This changes Kirk's attitude to him at once.

There's also something seductive (and masochistic) in Kirk's promise to Trelane to give him all the excitement he wants with a manhunt game.

Arena

Spones "Doctor, you're a sensualist" "You bet your pointed ears I am..." It's not just what he says, it's how he says it.

There's also a little detail, when Spock raises from the Captain's chair, and Bones purposefully follows his hand with his fingers. It's strange. Might be an unconscious action on DeForest's part?

The Alternative Factor

McKirk A similar example as the previous "sensualist" one, but this time with Kirk.

Tomorrow is Yesterday

McKirk He can't stop doing this, can he?

Besides this, McCoy gets very anxious as soon as Kirk beams down to the airforce base, and argues with Spock because he feels the Science Officer isn't doing enough to retrieve Kirk from there.

Spirk Kirk hits a guard and hurts his hand a little, so Spock goes toward him and checks the poor baby's wrist.

However, nothing in this episode compares to the truly lustful looks that Kirk directs to Captain Christopher, when he first meets him.

The Return of the Archons

Spirk At the end, Kirk keeps looking at Spock with silly heart eyes, even though the conversation is a philosophical one, about the pros and cons of a society run by computers.

A Taste of Armageddon

Spirk "Captain, you almost make me believe in luck." "Why, Mister Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles." Bonus points because it comes absolutely from nowhere, since the day was saved by Kirk's power of bluff and special brand of diplomacy. Spock hasn't done anything particularly miraculous (well, there's the mind meld with the wall, but that was a brief moment). Spock also looks confused, and there's that comedic music in the background.

Space Seed

The only thing I can think of, is the tense scene between Kahn and McCoy in sickbay, when he grabs the doctor by the neck and says he likes brave men. Followed by McCoy's statement that Kahn has a certain "magnetism, almost electric". The final confrontation between Kirk and Kahn is also a bit suggestive at times.

This Side of Paradise

Spones MCCOY: That didn't sound at all like Spock, Jim. KIRK: No. I thought you said you might like him if he mellowed a little. MCCOY: I didn't say that. KIRK: You said that. MCCOY: Not exactly. He might be in trouble.

Notice how quick Bones denies having said he might like Spock... Almost as if embarrassed. Does he think often about how Spock could be more to his liking?

Spirk It's possible to see some jealousy from Kirk about Spock and Leila's relationship. In particular during the fight, when he confronts Spock about his courtship of Leila. That came a bit out of nowhere. On the other hand, I disagree with the common idea that his parting from Leila has spirk undertones. On the contrary, he's just talking about his responsibility to the ship and "that man on the bridge" (the Captain; first Pike, now Kirk). And I think there's genuine regret in his abandonment of the simple happiness in the colony, to take care of these responsibilities. His mention of "purgatory" reinforces that.

The Devil in the Dark

Spirk Spock is very protective of Kirk in this episode. First, he invents some bullshit excuse to stay in the cave with him, instead of helping Scotty with the reactor (Kirk sees through his bullshit, by the way). Then he's quite unwilling to proceed separately through the tunnels. And finally, he gets really emotional when Kirk's alone with the horta, and asks him to kill the creature, even though Spock was the one who wanted to protect her first. Apart from this, Kirk supports Spock for a while, after being hurt by the mind meld with the horta.

Errand of Mercy

One name: Kor. Interesting that the episode that introduced Klingons, did so by showing their commander lusting so much after Kirk. Kor checks Kirk out almost from the second he lays eyes upon him, tells him he'll "teach him how to use his tongue", invites him to a drink while Kirk sits suggestively, and both are somehow fascinated by their similarities as commanders (despite their opposite outlooks on life). Definitely one of the most obvious examples in season one.

City on the Edge of Forever

Spirk This exchange:

SPOCK: Interesting. Where would you estimate we belong, Miss Keeler? EDITH: You? At his side, as if you've always been there and always will.

Some people have said that, since Spock's computer contraption occupies one bed, Kirk and Spock would need to sleep together on the other bed. I don't agree though; I see no reason why they couldn't move the thing to the floor at night. It's not that big.

McSpirk How they run to embrace Bones when they finally find him. Even Spock is overcome by emotion.

Operation: Annihillate!

McSpirk Both Kirk and McCoy are very concerned about Spock having lost his sight (much more than Spock himself). Though they react differently. McCoy is heartbroken and blames himself. Kirk reacts with anger and lashes out at Bones, which makes him feel even more guilty. Though later he apologizes. There's also this scene where the three get ridiculously pressed together.

Doesn't count in part, because there's not that much space. McCoy didn't need to come bumping into the other two, though (someone could have moved a bit forward).

Spones McCoy is offended about Spock not appreciating his face upon recovering sight, and complains that he just can't recognize beauty. He's also quite embarrassed because Spock heard him saying he was the best officer in Starfleet.

Summary

Spirk: 16 out of 29 episodes Spones: 5/29 McKirk: 8/29 McSpirk: 3/29

[huffleflufflefly]

Now That I "See" You - An Ominis Gaunt x Reader One Shot

I've edited this so many times and yet I keep finding typos and mess ups 😥. I hope it's all better now.

Ominis Gaunt x Reader One Shot

Fluff? I think? I'm new to this. It's not spicy so.

Temporary eyesight, kissing, cuddling...I think that's it XD

(I got this idea from deaf people having Cochlear implants to be able to hear and I thought, what if they made glasses so you could only see when you wear them? (Using magic obviously, I know we can’t do that IRL) Also, if you got tired or overwhelmed seeing things, you could just take them off! Similar to the implants, when you don’t want to hear, you can just take the magnets off. Anyway I’m not the best at writing, but this idea was in my head for a long time! Enjoy!)

Basically: You’ve been working on a temporary fix to help Ominis see. You’ve tried multiple potions, charms, the lot. You came up with an idea to somehow enchant a pair of glasses to help him see. You’ve tried quite a few times, but you felt this pair was the one!

"I've done it!"

I yell as I sprint over to where Ominis is. He's in his usual spot. The cold, hard floor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower.

"You've said that at least a hundred times already" He teased, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked in your general direction.

You shoot him a playful glare which he can sense, making his smirk grow wider. "Oh c'mon, try to be a little more supportive than that! This is for you, you know!"

I reach into my bag and pull out my invention as previous forms of it spill out, littering the floor. Pairs of glasses. Enchanted glasses to be specific. 

These are intended to let the user see temporarily while they have them on. Ominis has been very patient with you through this long process with each prototype, each one giving no new result so far aside from one that made him see a blinding light once. You apologized again and again until he scolded you. He asked you to continue in the hopes that that meant there was some improvement in store.

You'd been at it for hours, days. The dark circles under your eyes making it more than evident of your sleep deprivation. Fortunately, the boy you care so much to stay up these ungodly hours for didn't notice, or so you thought.

"I hope these work this time, for your sake." He definitely noticed. “I don’t understand why you’re going through all of this effort in the first place, (Y/N) .”

I sigh. “Do I need a reason? If I must, I was curious if there was anything that could be done. When Sebastian told me your family tried everything, I felt like there had to be something!

“You sound an awful lot like Sebastian right now.” He chuckled softly as I instruct him to close his eyes before placing the glasses on his face, resting them on the bridge of his nose.

His eyes opened slowly as he felt the cold metal against his nose. Nothing. No difference. Not even the brightness that hurt his eyes with the last pair. He comes up with something, anything to hear the smile in her voice.

“I think I see something! Little shapes!” He tries to settle his voice as he lies, but it’s obvious to  you.

“It’s alright,” You sigh in defeat, sinking to the floor to sit beside him. “I thought for sure this one would work! I used anything I could that claims to improve eyesight!”

He tilts his head toward you, a playful smirk growing on his face, “(Y/N), you can’t improve eyesight that wasn’t there to begin with.” He meant to say it in a teasing, yet comforting way, but then he heard a sniffle and quickly reached out to you, pulling you towards him before you could start crying. 

“Shh..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, darling.” He rubs your back gently as he tries to soothe your disappointed heart. “I don’t need to see to be happy. I have you and Sebastian in my life. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” One hand moves to your hair while the other searches for and cups your cheek. “I don’t need sight to know how much I’m cared for, nor how beautiful you are.”

At this you blush slightly, the heat carrying over to his fingers. Your frown curling into a smile. “I know that…but I wanted to try. You deserve to see this beautiful world.”

He puts a finger to your lips, cutting you off. “All I want is to be here with you, my dear.” Ominis traces his finger along your lips. “And maybe a kiss as well” You look into his cloudy blue eyes, a mischievous glint dancing across them.

“That can definitely be arranged.” You reach for him and pull him close, connecting your lips, the kiss laced with passion and understanding. Feeling his kiss settled your sadness and desire to keep trying to help him see. You relax almost enough to fall asleep in his arms, but tense up when you start slipping. 

After a few moments you pull away. “You know it’s a shame, you look very handsome in these glasses.” 

He chuckles, lifting a hand to caress your cheek. “If you’d like, I’ll wear them for a bit.” His eyes widen suddenly and flicker around your face. He…sees something! Similar to his wand, being able to see shapes, silhouettes of people and objects, but a bit different. He can see a bit more shapes. 

You notice his eyes travel to yours, locking onto them. “Ominis?” You look at him, a confused, concerned expression plastered on your face. He can see the outline of your eyebrows turning inward.

“I..I can see..maybe not everything, but…(Y/N)..I think it worked after all!” He cups your face, still looking into your eyes, lifting his hands to your face to feel the features he sees. “This is incredible! I see my hands moving, the outline of your jaw, your eyes.” He pauses for a moment, a warm, affectionate smile forming on his face. “You’re beautiful (Y/N)! Just as I thought! Oh Merlin, this is incredible!”

You take a moment to register his words, blinking rapidly. Finally, your face softens and you smile. “It worked?”

“Yes! I can see far more than I can with my wand!” He reaches down with ease and grasps your hands tightly. “Thank you (Y/N), truly.” 

Feeling both accomplished and full of love for this man, you pull him into a tight embrace. You both hold each other, tearing up slightly from the excitement. You immediately start thinking of more experiments to try out.

[dragonridernoobie]

Hello again my friend I've been getting really into BioShock it's a really old game that was released in like 2007 I think like a really long time ago and so there's these kind of mechanical semi-human things called a Big Daddy's basically either humans that were stripped away of all of their memories and stuff and basically is a protector to the little sisters that gather Adam which is basically stuff that gives you powers by the parasite implanted into the little girls basically it's a dystopian underwater city and I was wondering maybe some of the Autobots and possibly decepticons (you can choose either one but please have Optimus or Megatron ) and I was wondering if they could meet a reader who was basically a big daddy with the drill and everything and able to control all the plasmids and stuff (sorry if my ask is a little lengthy)

Ok 2 things. 1, I already wrote this but tumblr broke and now I have to do it all again and I wrote a long one to so FUCK YOU TUMBLR!!!! 2nd, there are no such thing as to long of a reqest. So, with this bioshock big daddy thing. I watched a video that explained them and I based off that and how I think it would act. Since I never played or seen the game before. So I hope you enjoy!!!!

TFP Autobots X Mutant Reader

Wanring: mention of experiments, death, and gore.

Optimus was stressed. He was stressed by everything. He was fighting the decpticons and MECH. He didn't know what to do but only to keep going forward. While he was in base, ratchet went up to him with a detapad.

"We have found a single in the ocean. We think it's a cybertronian artifact." "Very well, thank you, ratchet. Prepare the ground bridge." Optimus radios Bumblebee, bulkhead, and smokescreen. They arrive all ready to go

"aww ya! We are about to kick some decpticon pipe!" "Smokescreen, you are going to the bottom of the ocean. You need to be careful since one wrong thing, and you will be crushed by the force!" Ratchet was too quick to calm smokescreen down. Miko runs up to bulkhead but he quickly stops her "no, nuh uh, there's no oxygen in the ocean and we don't have oxygen tanks so you can't come." "Awwwwwwww" miko hangs her head low but nods. She goes back where jack and raph are at.

"Start the groundbridge ratchet." Ratchrt nods and pulls the lever. "Becarful, if one of you get crushed, there is no way of bringing you back." The team nods and runs through the groundbridge. Soon making it on the other side where they stand infront of empty ocean, only filled with rocks, sand, and more.

Optimus pushes his side of his helm to activate the voice channel. "Remmber, we can't speak underwater, so use these voice channels so we can speak through our helms." The teams nod and follow optimus very slowly through the water. After a while, the see lights ahead, though it was very murky. "Optimus, lights!" "I see bulkhead. It seems to be some underwater city." "Bzzzz oooooopppp?" (William Fowler never said they had underwater citys) "they don't Bumblebee, let's keep moving. That's where the single is at."

The team nods and continues to walk toward it. They soon get to the city and enter one of the many large city's. Once they were in a water free room, smokescreen spoke first. "WOW! This place is huge! I mean, look at this stuff! It's so old and rust!" "Pay attention smokescreen. We are on a mission." Bulkhead tells smokescreen with a stern voice.

The team walks further and further down the doors and hallways but soon stops in front of a huge window that looks towards the ocean. Right, but there, they see a weird creature. It had a drill but was repairing the building. "What is that?" Bulkhead says, clearly freaked out. "Ahould we say hi? I'm going to say hi!" Optimus puts hi hand on smokescreens shoulder "no, we do not know if it's friend or foe. We should continue our mission." Smokescreen sighs but nods. Everyone walked and soon entered a room where the single was.

"The artifact is in this room." "Optimus, look!" Bulkhead points to a bunch of dead humans near the edge of the room. They all seem to be killed in a brutal way. Some of them where gutted, some of them where missing limbs or heads, or are just cut in half. "Bzzzzzzz" (i don't want to be here any more....) "I agree with Bumblebee. Miko and I have seen enough horror movies to know somone is gonna die!" "Calm youreself. What humans make are not real." Optimus says and he continues to walk toward the edge of the room where the wall is.

"Bzzzzzzz" (the scanner says the artifact is on the other side) "The let's break it!" Bulkhead pulls out his wrecker ball. "No, we are surrounded by water. We do not want to cause more damage." Bulkhead sighs but puts his blasters away. When optimus was about to figure out how tingen the artifact, he hears guns being aimed. He and the autobots turn and find Silas there, with few of his men aiming at them.

"Well, well, well, dident know you autobots will he here." "Silas, why are you here." Optimus says while he aims his blaster at them. "Why do you think? I'm here to get that artifact of you'res." "You are not getting this artifact." "So be it, fire!" His squad fires at optimus and the autobots. The autobots take cover and watch as MECH shoot holes into the wall, causing water to spray in.

"Stop! You are gonna kill youreselfs!" "If it means taking you down, so be it." Silas says while he keeps shooting. Suddenly, everyone hears drilling and some MECH grunts further in the building screaming. "What the hell is going on out there?!?!" Silas yells at his men while he keeps shooting at the autobots. "There's a strange Mutant!" Before anyone could respawn, a MECH grunt get thrown through a wall and into the room.

There, in the hole in the wall, is a big daddy. He had a drill and a gun for hands, and his eyes were red. "Definitely foe, definitely Foe!!!" Smokescreen screams while looking at the Mutant in horror. The Mutant charges forward and attacks the MECH grunts who are shooting at it. Drilling and shooting them. The autobots watch in horror how this Mutant is killing them all. When the mutant looks toward the autobots way, the team asks their blaster at it, but optimus stops them. "Stop, it's only attacking people who are damaging the buildings or shooting at it." When the team hesitates, he nods his head. They lower their wepons and watch the Mutant change it's attention back on MECH, who was still shooting at it.

They watch it attack MECH going through them like nothing. Optimus singles them to get the artifact. They go up to the wall and find a lever. There, they open the wall and there is the artifact. When the team tries to flea, they are met with the mutant corning Silas who was shooting at it. They watch in horror as the Mutant drills into Silas, his screams echoing off the walls. Soon he dies. When the Mutant looks at them they freeze. It just stairs and it's eyes go back to normal. It then just walks away.

"Ratchet, groundbridge... we got the artifact..." When ratchet opens it, they go through and tell ratchet and William Fowler everything. Fowler sends a team to get the Mutant and finds out it was created by the Russians who lost control of it and killed all of its scientists. It was taken back to the USA, and worked on. They made it where it could think but not speak. The autobots welcome it and it joins the team. They find out the name of there new Ally.

(Y/N).

Hope you loved this!!! This is what a big daddy looks like for anyone who doesn't know what it looks like.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Shield of Stars (Biotic!Reader x Kaidan Alenko x Steve Rogers)

@jayfeather965 male reader x Kaidan x Steve when Steve awakens in 2181 Mass Effect universe

Historically, putting soldiers in the same platoon really was the closest way to getting people to bond.

Could it have been anything other than inevitable when you and Kaiden fell for the Captain?

Your group, the Brooklyn Squad, wasn't actually meant to see combat.

It was more of an honor guard for Steve, an honorary ambassador and a living relic - technically the first biotic made by humans.

Though Steve's body carries no element zero and he cannot manipulate mass effect fields, it was Erskine's formula and subsequent research that was able to prepare certain people for bio-amp implantation and help make safe biotics out of those exposed to eezo.

The Brooklyn Squad consists of Steve, you, Kaidan, a turian who has come to respect and appreciate Steve's ethics, an asari, and a few other human biotics. It doesn't technically have any jurisdiction or ability to enforce galactic law...

But after an incident in which the Squad discovered and liberated a bunch of sapients kidnapped and enslaved by batarians, it has become the personal overt task force of the Council.

Officially the turian is the commanding officer for the Brooklyn Squad, though the chain of command is unlike what Steve is used to, since he was in the military over two hundred years ago.

But Steve really does appreciate having not only a goal and missions, but people he can truly trust, like when he was part of the Howling Commandos.

It's different for him - seeing you and Kaidan kiss. He makes an awkward joke about fraternization to cover for his unease, which he looks into.

Steve's never only been into women. But for a long time he sort of had to be above all that, first when he was in the US Military during the war, and now when he's an icon and completely out of his own time.

It wasn't conducive to exploring romance or even his own feelings. But seeing you and Kaidan openly loving one another without any thought of retaliation or anger - it shocks him. And it gives him hope.

He talks a little to the other members of the Squad about it, about how love is now, in this world where people are citizens of planets and systems and humans are not alone - about plural marriage and polyamory and sexuality and gender expression

How turian culture differs from asari from human from salarian and so on. Steve learns and expands as the whole Squad helps him to accept himself, and everything else.

And that's when Steve asks you two out. Still unsure, but wanting to try - Steve asks you and Kaidan on a date, accepting the potential of you both saying no.

But you say yes.

Yes to a trip around the Citadel trying increasingly-unfamiliar foods and laughing at how all of you feel the same kind of wrong-footed.

Yes to a visit to a library for translated volumes of quarian legends and asari myths, and exploring writers from worlds beyond your own.

Yes to a night in to watch Fleet and Flotilla, and to start exploring not only classics that are still way past Steve's time, but things bridging the gap between his missing years and now.

Yes to finding an apartment on the Citadel for an extended shore leave where all of you can stay.

Yes to a trip back to Earth to meet Kaidan's parents, where he introduces you as the loves of his life.

Yes to the rings - beautifully crafted triple bands of gold uniting the three of you as one.

Yes to spending the rest of your lives together amongst the stars, fighting off Reapers and never, ever giving up on each other.

Because if time itself couldn't prevent your love story, nothing can.

[tinderbox210]

Okay hear me out:

a Michael x Rayner AU inspired by the VOY ep. "Workforce"!

On the hunt for the Progenitor technology, the Discovery falls into another trap set up by Moll and L'ak where they use a device that messes with people's memories.

Michael and Rayner get abducted and end up at a salvage yard controlled by the Emerald Chain with false memories implanted into their heads (like the Voyager crew in the episode). Despite not remembering each other, they feel attracted to each other and start to hook up.

When the Discovery rescues them eventually and they regain their real memories, things are tense and awkward between them on the bridge because of what happened between them and even more because the feelings they have developed for each other just won’t go away again...

Oh, all the delicious unresolved tension with them trying to act professional and pretend it didn't mean anything and will certainly not happen again 😏

[rainnycloudstorm]

Come on, Be Quiet…

Eric x FemReader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Only!!, Very needing Eric that makes him Dom, DobCon, Cussing, Creampied, Age gap reader in early 20’s, Violence and Horror scenes.

It was a month into the alien invasion I guess you would call it. You were at a local coffee shop in the middle of New York when it happened. You watched so many people get killed by the extraterrestrial you tried to block the horrific images from your brain some days were easier than others, but when walking by and seeing the dead deformed bodies would only be implanted into your soul forever until your last breath. You hoped that at least when you did eventually die it would be happy memories before this awful invasion happened. But meeting Eric has helped tremendously, you swore he was more scared than you. But finding comfort in each other’s company was making the stress of the world a little less intense.

You both were walking down the burned, blood splattered streets. Trying to find a way towards the peer to catch the next boat out of this fucked city. It was raining and it was coming down hard, it was better to travel in the rain but the storm was getting increasingly harsh it was becoming hard to see. Every drop felt like little pellets piercing your skin, you grabbed Eric’s arm and pulling it gently. He turned to you, worry covered his face. “What?” He whispered, “It’s too intense to be walking right now… I can barely see in front of me. Let’s just take shelter and wait for this to blow over.” You said, he sighed, looking around almost debating with himself if that was the best option but he nodded in agreement. You both found shelter inside a pharmacy, luckily they still had pillows and blankets. Sleeping around him was always so, strange. It’s not like he was a weirdo he never tried anything but it was always to quiet. I mean of course in the living conditions of the world you HAD to be quiet but whispering was always an option, but he never did.

As the two of you were settling into your make shift sleeping areas a few feet away from each other the rain of course stopped. You sighed softly to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose. You looked over to him, he shrugged and shook his head. “Just rest for now.” He whispered. You shook your head, and laid down. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. But once you woke up it was already morning, it was summer time so the cold night rain storm made the morning feel muggy. You were already drenched in sweat, you decided to get up and change before Eric woke up. But when you thought he was sleeping, he was just resting with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes to see you now almost completely naked. You wore tight but comfortable fitting white panties, and a matching bra. He couldn’t help but stare, he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t deny that you were extremely attractive to him. The boner in his pants became uncomfortably tight, he just needed to at least readjust himself. But in doing so sent a shiver through his body that caused him to jolt, it’s been far to long since he last touched himself. Even before the alien invasion began, he watched as you removed your underwear, the moment you bent down to get them to your knees and seeing your core between your thighs it was over for him. He couldn’t handle it any longer, the feeling of his pants uncomfortably tight around his still growing cock and the sensation of them rubbing against him, he needed to feel something warm, and you looked warm, so very so.

He hastily got up, proud he did so quietly. He wrapped an arm around your stomach and the other one around your mouth that trapped the gasp that escaped your lips. “Shh… Please, I know… I shouldn’t have watched.” He paused, moving his hand between your legs quickly. His fingers swiftly found your nub that he eagerly started to rub. You gripped his wrist trying to pry him away but the strength he had in him shocked you, but scared you all the same. “Y/N… You’re so wet… You can’t deny you need this to.” He quickly and with such ease moved you back down to your make shift bed. Trapping you to the ground with him between your legs, he leaned forwards to whisper into your ear, after slamming his two digits into your soaked core. “Fuck Y/N… I can feel your insides grip my fingers.” His hot breath caressed your ear, sending a bolt of lightning through your womb that was growing hotter. His long and slim fingers began to move inside you in slow but steady come here motion, you wanted to pull back from the overwhelming knot that was growing. But he was keeping you plastered down to the ground, still covering your mouth. You could feel that the knot was about to break, he must have known as well, he pulled his fingers out that caused you to whimper under his palm. “No, I’m not done yet… I haven’t touched a girl in years… I could be killed today, so I’m making this last. I need to savor my last meal.” He spoke softly into your ear, then began to hungrily kiss on your neck, jaw line, and ear biting softly. Your body couldn’t help but to jolt and twitch to his needy touches and kisses. He finally pulled his hand away from your mouth, grabbing your own hand and placing it in his sted. He sat up between your legs, removing his shirt, and lowering his pants just below his ass letting his cock finally free. He covered his mouth, his chest rising and falling with each trapped breath. The sensation of his dick no longer confined inside his pants felt so good to him. You thought, why not just tease him back? You gripped his dick, causing him to jump, and gripping onto his mouth tighter. But once he looked down at you, you knew that was a mistake. His eyes were filled with fear but a lustful anger, he grabbed your hand and ripped away. He slowly lowered himself down with your wrist still in his hand pushing it firmly to the ground, his chest pressing against yours. “Y/N… You can’t do that to me those things… Could’ve heard if I didn’t have my mouth covered…” He whispered, he removed his hand from your wrist, now moving his hands up under your bra to expose your breasts and hardened nipples. “So pretty…” he kissed down your neck to take in one of your nipples in his mouth, his other hand yet again moved from your mouth to begin to pinch, flick, and pull on the other. You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trapping your moans. He shifted upwards, positioning his dick at your entrance. You looked down at him, you took one your hands pushing on his shoulder to try and get his attention. He looked up at you, you started to shake your head No, eyes filled with fear. You knew if he were to fuck you there would be not quiet.

He moved back to your ear. “It’s going to be okay…” Before you could whisper anything back you could feel his cock slipping inside you. Before you could cover your mouth you let out a sharp mewl. He looked down at you fearful, covering your mouth so hard his grip was hurting your cheeks. “Shh… Please…-“ he said into your ear as he started to eagerly thrust into you, his brows furrowed. “Be Quiet…” He leaned forwards behind your head, you weren’t sure what he was doing but before long he was shoving a piece of cloth into your mouth. Your eyes went wide once he grabbed ahold of your legs behind the knees and pushing them open and against your shoulders. His motions were becoming frantic, having you in this position was not safe. You could feel the knot forming yet again, he could feel it too, he bit down on his bottom lip looking down at you. Watching as your boobs bounced with his motions. He leaned forwards, moving his hands and placing his forearm under your knees so that he could take his thumb and begin to rub against your clit. Your back arched up, the knot finally breaking. Your walls gripped, shuddered, and pushed against his cock as you came you moaned into the cloth that was forced into your mouth. The way he started to slam into your overstimulated, abused, and puffy cunt you knew he was about to cum. He was whimpering after every thrust motion. It was to much noise, this was becoming too dangerous. But you didn’t want him to stop… You put your arms around his neck pulling him down roughly, covering his mouth with your hand. You pulled the cloth from your mouth and smashing your lips with his. He wrapped his arms around your back, holding you close as he continued to fuck your pussy raw and hard. You pried his mouth open with your tongue, allowing him to moan into your mouth and you into his. You could feel his hot seed fill you, and his nails digging into your back, god he was so clingy… He laid there on top of you, his cock still implanted inside you. His face resting in the crook of your neck. It began to rain yet again along with thunder roaring. You couldn’t help but laugh, he looked at you and began to laugh as well. “You could’ve waited until it rained again Eric!” You said, he smiled nervously and sat up. “I didn’t want to waste any time… You never know what could happen these days.” He said with an awkward but cute smile. You sighed and put your clothes back on as he did the same. “We need to get going.” You said ready to walk out the door, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into a fierce kiss. “When we get the ferry… I’m fucking you for real, I want to hear all those pretty pathetic sounds you make.” You blushed a dark red, but gave him a smile nodding your head in agreement. “And I want to hear yours.” You replied, leaning forwards and biting down on his bottom lip…

Notes: If you enjoyed this, please let me know if you’d like a part two! ❤️

[schrijverr]

Tomorrow Will Be Different 25

Chapter 25 out of 26

Instead of managing to meet up later, Oliver has to keep running with Akio. The only way to keep them safe is to go public with Oliver being alive, leaving him back home in charge of Akio, while Tatsu and Maseo are still in the wind

In this chapter, they face pushy paparazzi outside the courthouse, which sends Oliver into a spiral. As the future for the Yamashiros becomes clearer, his own becomes more terrifying.

On AO3.

Ships: Tatsu x Maseo

Warnings: pushy paparazzi, ptsd flashback + panic attack

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Chapter 25: Panic at the Courthouse

After that first night, it all goes very fast. They release a vague statement to the press about not answering any questions and requesting privacy in these times. It is not necessarily respected, but the security of the mansion is good, so they keep to the house.

Moira sets to work in getting Tatsu and Maseo the right paperwork to be reinstated officially as Akio’s guardians and to get back home.

The two are very grateful to her for that. Oliver decides not to mention that her actions are probably not out of the goodness of her heart, but because she wants them to get away, before they suddenly change their mind and try to make a grab for their money.

It irks Oliver to hell that she still thinks like that after all their talks, but he lets it go. She hasn’t said anything about it and it might be between his own ears. If he’s rebuilding bridges, he should give her the benefit of the doubt.

Besides, the lawyers she hires for them are the best and he can’t argue with providing his friends with the best. This whole process should be as smooth as possible, they’ve been through too much for anything less.

Going to the courthouse to get everything finalized is an interesting experience. They have all been avoiding cameras as much as possible, going incognito whenever they are on the streets. So, the paparazzi is going wild trying to get to them.

Since the process has gone smoothly, the interest in the story hasn’t died down too much between the news breaking and the court date. And the news of said court date has fanned the flames of interest once more.

Oliver sees them before they even pull up to the curb. He turns to Tastu and Maseo and says: “Just keep Akio between you, Dig will cover you best he can. Keep your head down and don’t say anything.”

Both Tatsu and Maseo eye the crowd warily. “I don’t like this,” Tatsu says.

“No one does,” Oliver snorts. “But they’re more interested in me than you. Sure, you two are still an interesting target, but they’ll likely flock to me. Use that to get inside, they won’t follow you there.”

“This is normal for you?” Maseo asks concerned, eyeing the crowd again.

“My birth was in the news, I’ve been in the spotlight for as long as I can remember,” Oliver shrugs, going back to observing the paparazzi getting pushed back by Dig and thus missing the disturbed looks Tatsu and Maseo share.

Diggle manages to get the car door open and ushers them out. Oliver is glad the man returned, this would be hell without him.

Akio is practically sandwiched between everyone. Diggle is in front of him, with Tatsu on his left and Maseo on his right, Oliver taking the rear.

Tatsu and Maseo turn in defensively, covering Akio better and taking Oliver’s advice to keep their heads down. Oliver makes sure to keep his head upright, he won’t be cowed and he has an image to maintain, not to mention a target to paint on his back.

His strategy is successful and a dozen microphones appear under his nose as flashes go off in his eyes, disorientating him, while questions come from all sides.

“Mr. Queen were these experiments just chemical or physical as well. There is still no comment on your alleged deformed torso.”

“Is it true you refused to see an American doctor, because you have secret China government medical implants, Mr. Queen?”

“Are Mr. and Mrs. Yamashiro selling Akio to you?”

“Would you describe the experimentation as torture? Were you tortured, Mr. Queen?”

“Will you be seeking psychological help after the trauma, Mr. Queen? Are you sane enough to be in the public after what you’ve been through?”

Oliver is doing a pretty admirable job of keeping it together, if he does say so himself. He is almost at the door when one last question ruins it. A reporter holds up a photo of a man and asks: “Can you confirm the identity of other victims on the boat? Do you recognize the man in the photo?”

Fyers and Wintergreen appear in front of his eyes, the sounds of the reporters turning into the sound of the base camp as the flashes become flickering sunlight that comes in as the entrance flaps in the wind.

He barely manages to stumble into the courthouse after the others, the door being pushed close behind him, as he takes a few more wobbly steps, trying to get to a bench in the hallway. The urge to curl up into a ball is strong, but that would leave him defenseless so he locks his knees.

A hand appears to support him, but he can only feel Fyers backing him towards that pole where Wintergreen tortured him. So he starts to fight back. However, the sensation of his clothes don’t match Lian Yu and if he concentrates, he can make out that the voices he’s hearing are ones he knows and not voices he should fear.

“Keep breathing, Oliver. Breathe in… breathe out… just follow me, breathe in…,” Diggle’s voice is the first that fully penetrates his senses into making sense.

Shuddering Oliver tries to follow, slowly realizing that Diggle is holding him upright in a restraining hold, though as to not block his airways. Following his instructions is not easy and every time he thinks he has managed, he chokes up again and feels breathless. However, he’s breathing semi-okay after a bit.

“I’m gonna move you to a bench, that okay?” Diggle says when he notices.

Words sounds incredibly difficult right now, but Oliver manages a nod. He braces himself for the movement, repeating in his mind over and over again that he’s getting moved to a bench by a friend, not tied to a pole by an enemy.

He knows it is going to suck and send him right back into the panic attack, but staying like he is now isn’t an option. Everyone is moving around him, being near the door as he is, which doesn’t help him calm down. He needs to be somewhere a bit more quiet if he wants to shake this off.

Indeed, Diggle grabs him and Oliver can only feel a combination of Wintergreen tying him to that pole, Ivo strapping him to a table, and Amanda pushing him onto that chair.

It takes all his concentration not to snap Diggle’s neck, struggling slightly against him as he is dragged to a bench and plopped down. In the back of his mind, he can only imagine the kind of rumors the press will be fed by those who are witnessing this, bitterly he remembers the reporter inquiring him if he was even sane enough to be out and about.

Tatsu appears in front of him, kneeling on the floor so that she can look into his down turned eyes. She says: “I need you to follow Maseo’s breathing and listen to my voice.”

Maseo sits down next to him, enough space between them to not feel like he is crowding him, and starts breathing regularly and loudly.

Much like with Diggle earlier, Oliver tries his hardest to follow, slowly getting more successful as time goes on. Tatsu’s voice helps. Her tone is soothing and he is instead reminded of when they meditated together, a better memory to latch onto until he can drag himself to the present.

When he finally blinks his eyes into the present, Tatsu gives him a kind look. “Welcome back, Oliver.”

He smiles back tiredly.

“Is he okay?” Akio asks worriedly.

Oliver wants to tell him he’s all okay, even if that would be a lie, because he is kind of freaked out himself still and scared, this hasn’t happened to him before. However, he can’t find it within himself to speak, his tongue like lead.

Maseo answers for him: “He will be okay, Akio. He just had a nightmare, while he was awake. Just give him a few moments.”

“Okay,” Akio says, believing his father, but still watching Oliver worriedly, from his place next to Diggle, who has been keeping people away from them.

Oliver gives Maseo a questioning look, because that answer came really easy to him.

“Like your loss of appetite, I know this feeling,” Maseo explains, making Oliver feel less alone.

“Did you have an attack like this before?” Tatsu asks.

He shakes his head no. It came out of nowhere and it scared him. He doesn’t know exactly what happened and he’d like it to never happen again.

Tatsu’s eyes grow sympathetic and understanding. “You’ll feel tired and need to rest. Your body is starting to feel safe again, letting your mind process what happened.”

“It is nothing to be afraid of,” Maseo adds. “Once you know what triggers you, you can avoid it, and start to work through it, so they don’t happen as often.”

Oliver completely disagrees. The whole thing is terrifying, he nearly killed Diggle. If this is what his body does when it starts to feel safe, he’s never going to let it feel safe again. However, he doesn’t let that show, just nods again.

“Mr. and Mrs. Yamashiro? The judge is waiting for you,” Laurel’s voice comes as a shock to his system and his face snaps up, likely unable to hide the horror at her witnessing this.

Both Tatsu and Maseo look reluctant to leave him alone, which can’t happen. He forces himself to speak: “Go. I’ll be okay. I’ll join you when I can.”

“I’ll stay with him,” Dig promises when they look apprehensive.

Oliver would prefer it, if Diggle protected Akio, however, Akio will be with his highly skilled parents and the thought of being alone right now doesn’t sound very appealing. So, he just forces a smile and gestures: “See, I’m in good hands. Go.”

Reluctantly, the Yamashiros follow Laurel, who has offered to show them to the right court room.

Once they’re out of sight, Oliver sags again, forcing himself to take a deep breath and slapping his face a few times to stay awake and alert.

Diggle sits down next to him, thankfully also leaving space like Maseo did. He lets Oliver collect himself a little, before he asks: “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Oliver answers.

Knowing Diggle, he would’ve spoken regardless of the answer. “I used to have flashbacks all the time when I first got home. Lyla made me join a support group, before we divorced. She attended a different one, so we wouldn’t drag it home, regardless of the rules. It helped.”

“I’m not joining a support group,” Oliver scowls. “I can’t even talk about what actually happened to me.”

“And I’m not saying you should, just saying that talking about it helps.”

He’s saved from answering by Laurel, who returns with a glass of water. “I don’t know if this will help, but some water is always good,” she says as she offers it to him.

Oliver takes it gratefully, sipping the water with small sips to avoid triggering a flashback to being waterboarded. “Thank you.”

“Are you okay?” Laurel asks cautiously, sitting down next to him on the other side, a little too close for comfort.

“You don’t have to do this. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your work, I’m sure you’re busy,” he tries to deflect.

Laurel knows what he’s doing, but doesn’t comment on it directly, instead giving him a smile as she says: “I’m actually done here for today, I’m taking my lunch hour, before going back to the office. I figured I can keep you company for a bit.”

“Oh, that’s- that’s good,” Oliver says, shifting away slightly as Dig makes more space on his other side.

“Are you okay?” Laurel asks again, smile now gone and replaced by worried brows. Oliver tries to convince himself it wasn’t better when she fully hated him.

“I’m fine, Laurel.”

“Ollie…”

“Ms. Lance,” Diggle cuts in, saving him from further examination. “Just give him some space. He doesn’t have to talk, if he doesn’t want to.”

Laurel flushes slightly and says: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay,” Oliver assures her, not wanting her to feel bad for being concerned or listen to whatever she’ll say next. He can’t handle other people feeling bad about him being… about him going through… well, everything.

She sits in the silence next to him and he feels a little bad about it. He owes her some sort of explanation, if she is sacrificing her lunch hour to sit with him after his break down in a public place.

However, no words come to him. He can’t explain that the question of a reporter send him spiraling, he can only sit there, feeling ashamed, not meeting anyone’s eyes as they pass, yet hyper aware of every movement everywhere.

He is truly relieved when Laurel gets up, saying: “I need to leave to make it back on time. I hope you’re alright.”

“Much better already,” Oliver says with a tight smile.

She walks away and he can feel himself unclench a little. The time just sitting in silence has helped a lot and he can now properly watch the people passing. Most have lost interest in him after he calmed down, which is good. He doesn’t want this to end up anywhere. At that, a thought pops into his mind. “Did anyone film me?” he asks Dig.

“No, made sure they didn’t.”

“Thank god for that,” Oliver breathes out. “Thank you, Dig.”

“Of course,” Diggle replies with that kind stoic expression he wears often.

There is a lot Oliver wants to express in that moment. How he is still kind of terrified of that happening, how grateful he is to Diggle for keeping people away, how he is sorry for nearly killing him, how he never wants it to happen again, how he wants to know how Diggle deals with it. However, he doesn’t know how to verbalize any of it and before he can think of a way, they’re interrupted by the Yamashiros returning from court.

Guilt crashes over him that he didn’t go see their trial, too caught up in his own head. He hopes they’ll understand and this isn’t the place for it.

Akio is running over to him, stopping short in front of him as he excitedly yells: “The judge approved everything. We’re going home soon!”

Despite knowing this moment was coming since he got Tatsu and Maseo out of that cage and officially back, he doesn’t feel prepared for the reality of it actually being here. He has spend the past two weeks helping them prepare for the courts and making the final memories, but it is real now. They’re actually leaving soon

Oliver knows he has their numbers and is always free to call or text and that he knows their address and can always come by. However, not being able to go see them is still weird.

It’s crazy that only eight weeks ago they were saying goodbye on the docks of Hong Kong. Then it seemed much easier to see them leave. Funny how fast things can change.

He has told himself to work on his relationships with everyone from home. Yet those relationship will never be like what he has with the Yamashiro family. They know him in a way no one here knows him.

They know him as he is now, what he has been through, the effects it can have on someone. They do not look at him and try to see who he used to be. He can talk to him and they aren’t horrified, but understand instead. He doesn’t know how he is going to connect like that to those he knew before, even if he has known them longer.

But he doesn’t show all that, instead he smiles back as brightly as he can manage. “Wow, buddy, that’s amazing!”

[ohbo-ohno]

How is birth control handled for Simon X Soap X Reader (since condom usage went by the wayside once Simon returned)? If reader is on the pill or shot, she only has enough (if it was in a purse, for example) until the packet/injection runs out; if an IUD or implant then it could be years, but it’s something that should be checked annually.

i am a terrible person to ask this because i don't like men and am not on birth control lol, this is another little thing i pretended not to see when writing the fic.

the easiest answer would be to assume she has an IUD/implant, and was only worried about a condom with johnny because of possible STDs. and if you only have to check it annually, i feel like you'll be well and truly in love with them by the time they got to that bridge <3 but if she was on the pill i think simon and johnny would both really like the domesticity of reminding you to take your pill. makes you all panicky when you miss it by even an hour or two :/

[playertwotails]

A while ago in this post that I talked about how much of a little badass Tails is I mentioned I'd eventually make a post on my thoughts about that time Tails made a fake chaos emerald. And that day is today. Spoilers for Sonic Adventure 2 and a smidge of Frontiers. Also just spoilers in general.

So first of all to start this out I wanna talk about that whole plot point then we'll get to thoughts and theories.

So in Sonic Adventure 2 as most people know the plan to take down Eggman's face themed death star, was to implant a fake chaos emerald to sabotage the death laser thing. A fake emerald that Tails made from just a regular ass similarly cut yellow emerald...somehow?? And then Eggman only knew it was a fake cause it was the last emerald he needed yet when they came aboard there were two energy readings. Yet still the only way Eggman could confirm it was a fake was by tricking Tails into confessing it. Then, this fake had enough energy for Sonic to use chaos control and still be used as originally intended.

Now this means 2 things.

That even though it's a fake it's real enough that it can be used pretty much to the extent a real chaos emerald can be.

That Tails somehow figured out how to insert chaos energy into an existing form. Then manipulate that energy to work counteractively to the rest of the emeralds.

And I wanna know...how did Tails do this and why has he never replicated it again anywhere else in the series?

Side-note: I'm not including Sonic X in this just cause it split from the mainline games after it pretty much caught up and did it's own thing with the meterax and all that and that'd just be opening a whole other can of worms with the meterax and they never show up in the games, to my knowledge, so I'm not including it.

Back to my rant here though. No one seemed really surprised that Tails had somehow done this or at least no one questioned it at the time. Especially, weirdly enough, Eggman who you'd think would be the person most interested in the "how?" of all this. Yeah he figured out that they had a fake on them but it's still strange that he never tried to grill Tails on how he made it. Since Eggman would be the person who seems like they'd be the most interested in producing a, seemingly, somewhat weaker but still functional chaos emerald. But nah, that's just a thing that happened, he's got more important things to do like holding Amy at gunpoint than to ask about how Tails made a working fake chaos emerald.

And circling back the the "seemingly somewhat weaker" because from what we see is yeah it's a fake...but it still works. Adding on to this is that Tails made it in a rush to trick Eggman and also purposely made to work against the other emeralds and overload the system.

In theory this would mean that if Tails took the time he could probably make a "fake" emerald that works just as well as the real ones or at least maybe not up to par with them but work well enough there is little noticeable difference.

So...into a few theories I have

First Theory: Tails did figure it out, even though it was a rushed job. But after the fact he realized how dangerous that could be and erased all info he had on it's creation and pretty much vowed to never make one again. Cause if he made one he could make more and that could lead Eggman getting a hold of any notes he has on it or reverse engineering one stolen from Tails. And that'd just be very bad. So pretty much Tails just burned that bridge to the ground and refuses to ever talk about it.

Second Theory: This is building a little bit off the first in that yeah Tails figured it out and Eggman did try and copy it. But because Eggman can't naturally use chaos energy like Sonic, Tails and Knuckles he could never replicate it like Tails did. Tails is able to manipulate choas energy since he has a super form, so he somehow inserted that energy into an existing normal run of the mill emerald and bam!! Fake emerald ready to go with all the bells a whistles of a real one. But since he manipulated the energy he could essentially make it polarized to the real chaos emerald energy. And he based it off the one they did have in their possession at the time. So just think magnets but with choas emeralds.

Third Theory: This is tying it a bit back to my kitsune Tails AU/Theory which is here(1), here(2), and here(3) but also not really directly back to it. Just in the same thought vein of that Tails is something.....'other'. As in Tails, for all intent and purposes, is just a little fox kid... at least...for the most part. But he's also a super genius that can build machines or pretty much anything and that his inventions are on par if not better than people 5x or more his current age of 8 (or at least as far as most canon is concerned) and younger. So he's still not just a normal little kid especially since he can somehow use the chaos emeralds to go super. And I've seen that theory about Sonic just essentially being created by the emeralds themselves...what if that's true for Tails too or at least an extent of that. Cause there's also no record of him having parents and he seemingly just appeared one day too.

What if what ever Tails is, is the reason he could make a fake chaos emerald. As we don't know the origins truly of where the chaos emeralds came from and who made them. And yeah Frontiers told us all about the Ancients and how they got to the planet and how much they understood controlling chaos emeralds and their energy. But even they didn't know about the master emerald nor why the emeralds were leading them there in the first place. Meaning that yeah the Ancients utilized the emeralds to a higher degree than anyone else but they still were not the ones that created them. So what if Tails is part what-ever made the chaos emeralds or a being similar to the emeralds creators. And Tails either gets it from a ancient, ancient ancestor of his or that the emeralds basically copy and pasted him into existence. Cause the emeralds knew some shit was about to go down this generation and needed to make a creature that could repair them or create new ones if something happened (I have way more thoughts on this I'll make a separate post about eventually once I organize my own thoughts on it more and just if people would like to hear more about it)

Little Side Extra Theory: Tails can't copy everything from the chaos emeralds due to them seemingly have some form of sentience or at least guidance (think along the lines them guiding Sonic to West Side or the Ancients to the master emerald) and Tails can replicate everything power wise but not that, which it what really gives them their true power. (Or maybe he just hasn't figured that part out yet)

[263adder]

Displacement

Chapter 2: You're All Crazy

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46882966/chapters/118518730

Summary: Only the other week it was Changelings and Admiral Picard with his Merry Men. Now there's an unidentifiable anomaly ahead and Captain Shaw is getting a headache.

Liam Shaw x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Starfleet had responded, though they didn’t give nearly as much instruction as Shaw would’ve liked. There was far too much leeway leftover for Commander Seven to start getting ideas in.

Their orders were to complete their initial route, the one that had been derailed by Picard and Riker’s unwanted company, then return to Starfleet Headquarters for maintenance as planned. Their latest visitor could depart there. Given the unreliability of time travel, it was unlikely they’d ever return home; so Starfleet had minimal concerns about her gaining knowledge of the future. Apart from barring her from sensitive parts of the ship, principally Engineering and the Bridge, she could have the freedom of any other guest.

Of course someone would have to explain what had happened. Starfleet seemed to be under the impression Shaw would do that in his capacity as Captain but, given how much he knew his subordinates liked to interfere, that felt like a task he’d happily relinquish to someone more eager to get involved.

Tapping his communicator, Shaw summoned Seven of Nine and Kenney, his Chief of Security, to his ready room for a debrief.

“First of all,” he started, not bothering with the formality of a hello, “Starfleet have strongly discouraged us from pursuing the anomaly. We are to continue on our current trajectory. A research vessel has been dispatched to investigate further.”

Seven’s face hardened and Shaw watched resignedly as an argument formulated in her mind. Before she could protest, he added: “We can still continue to analyse the results of the probe. And, of course, if we encounter it again there’s nothing to stop us gathering more information.”

A gleam came into Seven’s eye that he definitely didn’t like, but he decided to take her nod as confirmation there would be no more funny business.

Turning to Kenney, Shaw asked if there had been any luck identifying their visitor.

“No, Captain. Narrowing down the location and date of her origin will enable us to pull up her records, but those aren’t available on our database. These files were never uploaded because, well, it wasn’t thought they’d be needed in this day and age.”

“Fair enough. Starfleet hasn’t imposed containment, however, she should be supervised to ensure she doesn’t wander too far. Once they regain consciousness, create a rota and have a member of Security accompany her at all times. Set up guest quarters too. She’ll be aboard until we reach Starfleet Headquarters.”

“Aye, Captain.”

“Captain.” Seven interjected. “I have some experience with time travel.”

“Of course you do.” He commented dryly, thoroughly unsurprised.

“I’d be willing to volunteer to accompany them around the ship.”

“So you can ask questions about how they came to be here and if they saw anything that could identify the anomaly?”

“You said Starfleet had no objection to further research.”

Shaw seemed to spend his life sighing around his crew and today was no different from any other day.

“Fine. Engineering and the Bridge are off limits. Someone needs to explain that she’s in 2402 and everything else that comes with the time travelling territory – mainly that, you know, aliens are a thing. I don’t think they knew that 400 years ago.”

“Noted.”

“And err, I’m not actually trying to be insensitive as per usual, but,” he gestured toward his own face in mirror to the implants on Seven’s, “don’t be surprised if she looks confused about your appearance. I’m surprised she didn’t clock Doctor T’plokan’s ears and start screaming.”

“I will take Commander Musiker with me. She is – adept – at putting people at ease.”

“Good idea. Very well, you’re both dismissed.”

“Captain.” They said, taking their leave.

For a moment, Shaw wondered what it would be like waking up 400 years in the future. If it would be nearly as confusing as everything that had happened to Titan only a few weeks ago, when they discovered the Changeling plot. If it was in any way similar, he sympathised for the headache this woman was due.

*           *           *

Seven picked Raffi up from their quarters and was heading toward the medbay when her communicator chirped with an update from T’plokan.

“Commander. The patient will awaken in the next ten minutes according to the neural calliper.”

“Understood, I’m on my way.”

Turning to Raffi, she asked: “What’s our approach?”

Raffi chuckled. “We’re not ambushing the enemy here. We’ll go in, be our usual friendly selves and answer whatever questions she has.”

“That could be a lot.”

She nodded. “Yes, and all we can do is be patient with her. Remember what an adjustment it was for us when we landed in the 21st century? On the plus side, it’s given us an insight into what life must have been like for her.”

“Crowded and hostile?” Seven reflected.

“Smaller.” Raffi corrected. “We’re about to open up the entire potential of outer space. Multiple human settlements, not just Earth. Hundreds of alien cultures, some of which we’re only just learning about.”

“You’re aware she might not believe us?”

“Luckily we have plenty of evidence aboard that we’re telling the truth.”

“Speaking of,” Seven said, brushing her fingers over the ocular implant at her brow, “are you certain I should be there when you break the news? I wouldn’t want to alarm her.”

Raffi pulled Seven’s hand away from her face, tangling their fingers together. “Have you ever heard the expression no one cares what the bridesmaid is wearing?”

Seven gave her a look of confusion.

“Guess not. What I mean is, she’s going to have a lot to process. I doubt she’ll even notice. We might be answering questions for hours.”

Or not.

When they walked into the medbay, their patient was wide awake – barely tolerating T’plokan’s presence as she removed the neural calliper from her forehead. Once it was off, she batted the Doctor away.

“Hi.” Raffi said softly, walking up to her bed. “It’s good to see you awake. Are you feeling better?”

The patient shifted gingerly, relaxing when the sting of pain didn’t return with her movement.

“Do you remember us? We were here when you first woke up. I’m Raffi, this is Seven, and that’s your doctor – T’plokan.”

“Greetings.” Seven said.

“You tried to hit me with a tray, remember?” Raffi prompted when she got no response.

“Would you like me to try again?” The woman asked, voice somewhat hoarse from sleep.

Raffi laughed good naturedly. “Not really, but I wouldn’t blame you if you tried. This has to be pretty confusing right? Unless you’ve remembered how you got here?”

“Sadly I’m still in the dark on that one. Your Captain said you were too.”

“Yeah. Honestly we’re not sure how you got here. We were sailing on course when we intercepted another vessel. You fell down one of our ladders, presumably having come from the other ship.” Raffi explained, adding more to the story to gently acclimatise her. “We tried to contact them but got no response. You don’t remember leaving home, so I guess you can’t tell me anything about them?”

“Sorry.” She replied impassively, eyeing Raffi warily as she stepped closer to her bedside.

“Eh, we figured that might be the case. You had a nasty fall.”

“Which I seem to have recovered from.” She replied sceptically. “How long was I out, exactly? Because I’m pretty sure I had a broken arm the last time I was up.”

“It’s been five hours.” T’plokan supplied. “I will need to assess your condition again, but I doubt you need to stay in medbay much longer.”

Holding up her right arm, their guest looked at it curiously. Twisting it side to side as if looking for evidence of the damage.

“There’s not even a scar.”

“I know this must be confusing…” Raffi started.

Pushing herself upright on the bed, she flung back, “No shit. Where am I?”

“You’re on the USS…”

“Titan. Yeah, I got that bit. But seriously. Where am I?”

“Okay honey. This is going to be a shock, but I promise if you just hear me out I’ll answer all of your questions.” Raffi said, using the same comforting tone she took on when Seven had a nightmare that roused them both from their sleep. Seven’s shoulders lost some tension just hearing it.

“You’re aboard a starship – a spaceship.” Raffi clarified, using the terminology she would be more familiar with. “We’re currently in the Alpha quadrant, performing a mission for the United Federation of Planets – under Starfleet. Which is the organisation we all work for. And the year, the year is 2402.”

The three Starfleet officers stood in silence, waiting for the information to sink in, anticipating the next response.

Snorting derisively, their visitor swung her legs off the bio-bed. “Yeah, right. Okay. I don’t know what looney tunes action I’ve stumbled into, but I’m out. Where’s the exit?”

“We’re in outer space.” Seven interjected. “You can’t exit the ship until we reach our destination.”

“I am not in space.” She insisted, standing up on steady legs. Her clothes were still bloody, the hem of her jeans torn, but it would do for an escape.

“You’re all crazy and I’m leaving. See ya.”

“Wait.”

Raffi stopped Seven from dashing after her. “No, no it’s okay. Maybe once she looks out of a window, this will all make sense. Chasing after her will just make her think we’re keeping here, which won’t give her any reason to trust us.”

Following their visitor through the corridors, she soon stopped when they crossed paths with a Hallian ensign. Shaking her head, she continued again. Stopping again when an Orion officer passed them in the corridor. Another shake of the head and they were off once more; their guest refusing to accept the proof in front of her very eyes. Winding through the corridors until they finally reached an exterior corridor, where long windows illuminated the truth.

“You see what we mean?” Raffi asked once they caught up.

“Green screen.”

Seven wasn’t familiar with the term and evidently Raffi wasn’t either as she asked her to elaborate.

“Green screen. It’s just a picture projected onto a wall. And those, those people back there…” she said, pointing a finger over her shoulder, “were in costume. What is this, the set of the next Twilight Zone movie? Who do you think you’re fooling here? Just tell me what’s going on?”

“I know this is confusing, but we’re not trying to lie to you.”

“Every word out of your mouths has been ridiculous. Why are you trying to keep me here?”

“Why would anyone go to the effort of creating such a vast conspiracy for you?” Seven asked, losing the patience Raffi had asked for. “Are you a person of great significance? Have you been targeted for abduction before?”

That made her lose steam.

“You’re in the year 2402. We estimate you came from the early twenty-first century, which means you are almost 400 years beyond your own time. We didn’t bring you here. Another entity did. We need to understand why. If you don’t believe your eyes, believe your body. Your arm was broken five hours ago, now it’s healed. You don’t have technology capable of that in your time, but your society is too advanced to believe in witchcraft.” Seven stated.

Her bluntness seemed to have more of an effect than Raffi’s empathetic approach as, instead of stubbornly shaking her head, their visitor finally stilled.

“2402?” She asked quietly.

“That’s right, honey.”

Looking up at Seven, she said, “And you don’t know how I got here?”

“No.”

“Then how am I meant to get home?”

Raffi started to console, but Seven stuck with the truth. “We are not entirely certain we would be able to return you to your own time. There are strict rules on time travel. Since we don’t know how you came to be here, it is unlikely we could send you back the same way.”

“So… I’m stuck here?”

Raffi took over. “Maybe. But even if you are, everything will be okay. The twenty-fifth century is a lot different than you’re used to. The Federation will resettle you and help you adjust. You could even go back to London if you wanted to.”

Looking at her like she’d just sprouted a second head, their visitor restated: “Everything will be okay?”

“Of course.”

“What you’re telling me is that I’ll never see my family or friends ever again. That they’ve been dead for centuries. That I’m going to be a charity case for the rest of my life if I’m stuck here. Does that sound okay to you?” She accused, voice rising. “Christ, I don’t even have my phone on me. I don’t have photos or… or,” a hand reached to her throat, “not one piece of sentimental… every part of my life is just gone?”

They looked back, eyes full of sympathy. Dropping her hand away from her throat, she stared back.

“What now?”

Raffi sighed. “We need to understand how you got here.”

“I told you, I don’t remember.”

“I know, but that could be the initial shock of time travel.”

Seven added, “It’s possible other people are at risk of this fate. We need to understand how you came to be here.”

“And, if you do,” she asked hesitantly, “you might be able to send me home?”

Seven glanced at Raffi, unwilling to instil false hope and make impossible promises, much as she wished the comfort the girl.

Luckily, they were spared an answer by a welcome intrusion.

“And how are we all doing this fair afternoon?” Shaw asked genially, stopping between the three women.

“Captain.” Seven greeted.

“Are we all caught up?”

Raffi nodded, keeping her eyes on their guest – who Shaw turned his attention to.

She looked wan, but otherwise healthy. Certainly better than when he first saw her in the infirmary. Shaw hadn’t intended to pay her another visit, he was there against all his better judgement. Spending time with Picard and his former crew was clearly having a bad influence on him; the Shaw of a month ago would’ve kept his distance. But, perhaps, being on the end of Seven and Raffi’s antics had made him sympathetic. Hell, if he didn’t intervene they might rope this poor woman into stealing a shuttle and starting a war with the… oh wait that had already happened.

The computer told him they could be found on Deck 6 along a port-side corridor. It seemed like an odd place to break the news to someone that they were trapped in the future, which made Shaw walk a little faster than he normally would. Which is where he found the three women stood at some sort of impasse.

Stepping closer to their passenger, Shaw outstretched a hand. “I’m sorry we haven’t actually been introduced, I’m…”

“Captain Shaw, USS Titan. Yes, I’m aware.”

She didn’t accept his handshake, so he let his arm drop.

“You’re not a member of my crew, so you can call me Liam.” He said, leaning against the corridor wall. “You’ve met Seven and Raffi. And you are…”

She gave her full name. He could see Raffi making a mental note of it, ready to look up her past once they had access to the records from her time period.

“Well it’s very nice to finally make your acquaintance. Security arranged quarters for you, why don’t I show you the way? You’ll have them all to yourself. I’m sure you’ll appreciate some privacy.”

He certainly would, and the woman clearly felt the same since she nodded in agreement.

Turning to Seven, Shaw said, “Commander, Lieutenant Yana is waiting for you on the bridge.”

“Aye, Captain.”

Sweeping his arm in what he was sure was a mocking manner, Shaw extended an invitation to his guest.

“Shall we?”

Usually I write reader inserts in first person, which I didn't do and now I'm questioning that decision. For the record, I always try hard not to use Y/N just because I think it pulls people out of the flow of the story but I'll see how that progresses in the next chapter! I guess I could give her a placeholder name or nickname?

As always, let me know your thoughts. Thanks for the nice response to the last chapter!

[space-blue]

okay first of all how does anyone bear to do asks i need to keep switching between two tabs trying to figure out what questions i'm trying to ask, there's got to be an easier way-- BUT right, Behind the Scenes asks: 1, 5, 12, 18 PLEASE, and 23. (PS am i supposed to ask so many? prob not. screw it, i'm greedy (PPS am i supposed to be anon rn idk if that's correct etiquette)) THANKS!

I jot the numbers down somewhere if I'm getting overwhelmed. You did great though! And no, there is no etiquette on how many to ask, don't worry. If there's a double I'll just send you to the other ask. More means I get to talk about fic more, which is great! :3

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Star Wars, Thrawn x OC. I was pretty sauced. I think I have some great moments in there, and I was free to create all the banter I wanted, etc. But it suffers a LOT from me being completely new to multi chapter work. I go into meandering tengeants and don't know when to stop on the world building. It had its fans and really dragged me into the whole fanfic universe though. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but I had no idea which way to go. I feel like I wrote myself in a corner, somewhat haha

5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

I don't mind loud spaces like cafes or pubs, so long as the music isn't obnoxious and I can hear my own. I just like places where nobody is going to come to me to interrupt me. Sadly I live and work in a backpacker hostel, meaning I have 50 odd housemates at any given time, without counting the 250 guests. I get interrupted a LOT. So right now, hidden in my bed or hunkering down at my fav cafe, would be my answer.

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

Yes! There's this Tarkin & Ahsoka fic I mentioned in this ask. It focuses on the amnesia trope. I really, really like to write sort of mind fucky things from character PoV. So Tarkin struggling with shattered memories and having to rebuild himself while trusting this total stranger… Hard. Especially when WE all know she's lying to him to try and use him for her side, because the rebellion just needs the help that badly. I do need to make better research on real amnesia before I apply scifi logic to it... And I need to not be hyperfixation on Quaritch's blue ass. His own trope scratches a similar itch, since he's a clone with implanted memories. So identity crisis as well...

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

OK ok I have this entry from my Hannibal ficlets that focuses on a secret inside the "mind palace" Hannibal Lecter has. I've read all three relevant Hannibal books, watched the films, all TV series… And then I read the book Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. It's excellent and I recommend it. It focuses on a man living inside an enormous house that has three levels going in all directions, with clouds in the top level and a sea with rushing tides in the bottom. There are statues everywhere… And birds… And it's very WTF and it takes you a long time to understand what's going on. It's in this man's pov too which thickens the mystery.

I love the works of Piranesi. He's an italian architect and archaelogist who once got sick. 22 yo and delirious with fever, he sketched a series of 'infinite prisons' which you can see here!

So I'm writing this tiny daily ficlet, trying to stick as close to 200 words as I can, and I was folding myself into a piranesian pretzel trying to FIT THE DAMN EXPRESSION in. Making Hannibal's mind palace into a piranesian thing.

There is a corner of his mind always plagued by snow. It is a torturous journey there, through labyrinthine passages, down echoing stairwells and across bridges arcing over the piranesian landscape of his palace. It is easy to lose one's way, to be distracted by the vaulted ceilings of a chapel, the confines of well used hideouts, or the familiar outlines of his Baltimore office. But if he keeps walking, fingers brushing against all the door-frames of all the halls of his mind, eventually they alight on damp wood, cold and brittle. 

[he's off to visit his baby sister, who he keeps in there. He was forced to eat her by soldiers as a child, yeah it's dark]

23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

I'm not super hung up on this idea. I write and move on. I have 151 works currently and I've been on ao3 for not even 3 years. So as you can imagine I have a tendency to create a new work rather than worry about remixing.

This being said I'd probably completely retool my very first fic, as per answer 1. I'd change the OC, shorten the plot by A LOT, get the action started sooner, completely drop a lot of worldbuilding… It's a slog, which can be very sweet in a fanfic when you're enjoying the slog content, but dear lord, it makes for awkward re-reading. I'd make the OC an alien instead of a human raised by aliens. Too much going on.

[streetknown]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME a meme for first meetings and  introduction threads, aka a ‘what you will notice about my muse first’  cheat sheet. repost, don’t reblog. bold what applies. fill in details.  (please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Gender: Cisgender female

Race/Ethnicity: White 

Complexion: Very fair skinned-- hasn’t tanned much throughout her life so her skin has stayed pale. When she blushes or gets heated, it’s extremely obvious on her face. She’s got a few scattered freckles over her nose due to the sun exposure she HAS had

Height: 5′1

Body Type: Ectomorph. 

Body Build: Skinny with a good amount of lean muscle in her legs and arms and baby abs. Her breasts are small and so are her hips, but her thighs (and ass lmao) are a good, strong size. Does not look as strong as she really is.

Body Hair: Minimal. Her arm and leg hair is barely visible due to how pale blonde it is, though she doesn’t shave her legs at all. Will keep herself shaved under the belt most of the time, and when she has time, she forms the hair there into a heart or a landing strip.

Head Hair: A good mix between golden and pale blonde. Thin but healthy, since she’s never dyed it at all. Her hair grows pretty fast so she cuts it herself frequently. Has had the side shaved ever since she got out of prison. 

Eye color: Vibrant, strikingly blue. In Cyberpunk verse, her eyes glow bright due to a cosmetic implant. 

Scars: The most visible one is on her face, left by an angry ex boyfriend. She has several more scattered all over her body due to her merc jobs, most being small from bullet shots or pocket knife stabbings. The largest one on her body is on her right thigh from getting stabbed by a butcher knife.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Street punk and traditional goth when she has the time. 

Color Palette: 98% black, 2% purple. 

Typical Clothing:  Black cargo pants with a crop top-- she has a lot of different crop tops she likes to wear, either with long sleeves or cut off sleeves. Combat boots, always. When she has time to mess around, she likes to wear gothic dresses and skirts and high-heeled boots or heels. 

Piercings: Multiple piercings on both ears. Eyebrow is pierced, as well as the bridge of her nose. Under her clothes, her nipples are pierced and so is her clit, because duh, it’s Vera. 

Tattoos: Too many to count. The most in-your-face ones are the knife and centipede on her face, as well as the plant veins on her head, extending all the way down to her arm. 

Other Information: Vera will wear the least amount of clothes as possible when she’s not on a job. She loves showing skin and wears extremely tiny shorts and shirts most of the time. She’s not ashamed about it. 

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Irritated and/or snarky most of the time. She doesn’t have an approachable face and she’s scowling more often than not. With her little crooked mouth, her smiles seem taunting and cocky.

Default Body Language: Rushed and unsociable. She likes to take up as much space as she can and just comes off as extremely rude and like someone who doesn’t have time to bullshit around. It’s mostly true. 

General Movements:  She’s pretty jittery-- you won’t catch her sitting or standing still for long. She likes to move around and do stuff with her hands, so she’ll typically have a cigarette between her fingers or a pocketknife to flip around and mess with. 

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Anxiety inducing. She seems incapable of fully relaxing and mostly always seems on edge and it’s not something she can really hide from others, so that tends to be noticed by whoever she’s around. 

Appearance: Sewer rat vibes most of the time. Her makeup tends to be smudged all the time and unless she’s meeting with a fixer or doing a job or going out with someone important, she does NOT look put together or clean. 

Scent: Cigarettes and/or alcohol. When she showers the smell of her lavender shampoo and body wash stays on her for days due to how concentrated it is. She can smell pretty sweaty when she hasn’t been able to shower in a couple days. 

Voice Description: A bit raspy-- smoother than people assume, can get very high pitched when she’s yelling or worked up. She has no issues with being LOUD and getting her point across. She doesn’t have the voice of a shy girl. 

Accent: No accent for the most part. She did grow up with a lot of Spanish being spoken around her so SOMETIMES some weird influence of that slips out, but that’s it. 

Speech Mannerisms: Very lingo-based and leaves out pronouns in most of her sentences, tends to start with the verb instead of “I” or “he/she/they”. Extremely informal and what the old folks would describe as “punk”, does not show respect with her words and curses excessively. 

Anything else to add? she can’t read or write and she’s just an absolute goddamn menace to night city, thanks. 

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