#OTP: Lighters in the Dark

[toogayforthistoday]

Happy birthday to the best boy!!

[dejareves]

the left side

from @human-otp-prompt-generator's Nightmare Comfort Dialogue Prompts

#4 - "Touch me. Feel my skin. I'm real, see?"

Words: 1,200

Rating: G

Pairing: Lucanis x Rook (x Spite)

Warnings: Endgame spoilers!

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Once he notices the nightmares, Lucanis takes to always sleeping on the left side.

Rook is grateful but unyielding, whenever Spite offers to handle them. Well, "eat" them, which Lucanis supposes may not be the most comforting phrasing to open negotiations with. Regardless, her refusal is firm. "I think I'm just about set on having my head messed with for a while."

"We are not. the wolf."

"I know. It's not you. I just… I'm alright. I promise. Thank you, though."

So instead, Lucanis sleeps on the left. When she jerks upright in the dead of night, gasping, reaching blindly towards her hip—it is him she finds instead of the dagger she looks for.

Tonight, a sudden smack against his stomach, and Lucanis is awake.

"Rook."

She's trembling, skin goose-pimpled and damp with cold sweat when he reaches out to lay his palm against her back. A bad one, then. She doesn't answer. "Rook."

A held breath, and then the taut muscle beneath his hands relaxes. Barely. 

"I'm sorry." She curls in a little when he sits to wrap himself around her, draws her knees up to her chest. The cadence of her breath is still too fast. "We really should switch sides."

"I like this side." A kiss to her shoulder, her temple. He waits until, at last, the tension begins to bleed out of her and she relaxes back against his chest. 

We could end this. Spite, more and more frustrated with this every time it happens. Why does Rook not let us help? Let me help?

Internally, Lucanis sighs. They've talked about this, even if… well. It doesn't matter, if he and Spite agree. She doesn't. 

Rook lets Lucanis ease her back down. She curls into his side. He thinks he'll never tire of it, the way she fits beneath his arm, the press of her cheek against his shoulder. Even like this, pensive in the dark as her breathing slowly evens out. 

But he'd take it from her, if he could. 

"The prison?" he asks, after a time.

Rook sighs. "Yeah."

"They seem to be coming more often, lately," he offers, carefully. If they are going to bring it up again, it'll need a… light touch. 

"Do we have to?" she asks, monotone.

Lighter than that, evidently. 

It's becoming increasingly familiar, now—the little catch in his throat when Spite wants to use their mouth to speak. So much easier than the choking, clawing feeling that had plagued him for so long. If Spite wants to try and argue with her—well. Better him than Lucanis, he supposes. 

"Why do you. want. to keep them?"

Rook's head snaps up, whirling on them. "I do not want to keep them."

Lucanis holds the hand not settled on her hip up placatingly. He is but a messenger, amor. 

Spite is insistent. "You do not. let. us help."

"They're just dreams, Spite." The twist of her mouth is weary. "They can't hurt me."

"But you do. hurt."

Spite who says the words. Lucanis who raises his brows. "He's not wrong."

Her eyes narrow, very slightly. On second thought, perhaps Lucanis should stay out of this. 

"I don't—" Rook begins, but then she stops. Lucanis can feel it on his face, the… plea Spite has stumbled over, night after night, not quite able to understand the sentiment. Maybe it's overdue, letting them settle it directly. 

Something flickers in her expression. She strokes her thumb across their cheekbone. Her lips twitch in a smile when one or the other of them turns just so slightly towards it, instinctively. "I do," she admits. "But it's real. As real as dreams get, anyway. I spent a long time not knowing what was real. I just…can't."

Lucanis understands. Spite does not. "Blood magic," he spits, indignant, the flare of anger spilling over the part that's him into the part that's Lucanis. Lucanis takes a deep breath, tempers it. "Not like us. We are not. him." 

"I'm not saying you are," Rook says, remarkably level for someone who was shaking like a leaf not ten minutes ago. "I told you already. It's not about you. I didn't know what was real. I couldn't trust my own mind, all that time, and I had no idea. No one did. What if—"

Lucanis who frowns, now, when she cuts off abruptly, lips pressing thin. Who shifts to prop himself up on his elbow to look at her directly. "'What if', what?"

Rook's brows draw together briefly and then smooth again, too quickly. Her eyes shift just slightly to the side, mimicking contact without making it. "This is hardly fair," she says, tone falsely light. "We should have some ground rules about how many of us are allowed to argue at once."

Another time, he would probably let the deflection be. Tonight, the tightness at the corners of her eyes, the way she's subtly working her jaw as if chewing on a thought she doesn't want to speak, unsettles him. "Rook," he says, more than half a request.

She is still for a moment, and then sighs, straightens up to sit facing him, crosslegged on the bed. She still can't quite seem to meet his eyes again. "Lucanis, he's holding back the fade. He had me having full conversations with a dead man for months and months. How am I supposed to trust myself with anything, after that? How am I supposed to know for certain there wasn't more, that any of this is—" Her voice catches. She looks down at her hands, clenched tight together in her lap.

Lucanis is very, very careful as he shifts his body until he is seated opposite her, mirroring her posture until their knees brush. Spite has withdrawn—watching, focused, but distant. Quiet. 

"I didn't know you worried about this."

"Every day," Rook says to her hands. "It's still hard to believe sometimes that all of this is real. Some days I'm not sure if I should."

He doesn't take her hands. Instead, he rests his in the space between them, open. "Touch me. Feel my skin."

She hesitates. He waits. Gingerly, her hands unclasp. She brushes her fingers along his palm, does not pull away when he curls his own to catch hers in a loose hold. "I'm real, see? Whatever Solas did or didn't do—this is real."

"Lucanis," she whispers, sounding broken. 

"You don't have to believe it. I'll still be here when you do. Still real."

"I don't want to hurt Spite's feelings." Her eyes are bright when she looks up at him, welled without spilling over yet. "I know he only wants to help. I'm just—I…"

"You're not there yet." Lucanis twists his wrist to change the angle, just enough that he can interlace his fingers with her own. Rook sniffs, blinks, but does not cry. Stubborn, as usual. "That's okay."

She gives his hand a squeeze, offers a small, grateful smile. "Maybe one day."

"Maybe."

And until then, he'll sleep on the left.

[thevikingwoman]

So happy to be going for Year of the OTP. For January, I picked sharing clothes. which is a favorite trope of mine. And the confederate haori does look great on Meryta, of course.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 870 | Read on Ao3

Tansui x Meryta Khatin (warrior of light) | sometime after shb | fluff Rating: Mature. Clothes sharing stealing, a small rest day, sensuality, mild possessiveness, Tansui has a problem, the problem is he is very much in love, reference to sexual situations

Heat

The day was hot and sticky, as if a wind had blown the heat and steam from Hell’s Lid all across the Ruby Sea. Many of the Confederates had set out in boats, or simply jumped in the waters surrounding Onokoro. Of course, someone has to be patrolling, and collecting, but Tansui is not one of them, not today. Not when Meryta is here. Seeking a cold breeze, Tansui and Meryta commandeered a small vessel and set out on the waters.

The seas were not much cooler, however, so they found a small sandbank with a knoll and a lonely tree – not much shade, but enough. From there, they waded and swam the ocean, joyfully splashing about like children. Until they engaged in some very adult activities, that is. Tansui still thinks it’s unfair Meryta can breathe underwater, but today he’s not complaining.

He’s currently resting under the tree, the reflection of the evening sun making the waves glow orange, as if they are on fire in truth. Meryta is stretched out in the sand, soaking up the last sun. Something about the heat of the sand being nice against her scales.

He lets his gaze roam over her naked form. Her back and her ass, her tail swishing lazily in the sand. The sun on her scales and horns, rendering them almost translucent at their dark green ends. Her feet, the soles a lighter green than the rest of her body. It’s too hot for him to lay in sun, but he’s content to stare, to lazily enjoy the shade and her presence.

He must have dozed off, for when Tansui wakes, it’s dusk. The moon has risen, and a few bright stars light the darkening sky. Meryta, perplexingly, is in the water.  He stretches, and walks to the water’s edge.

“Taking another dip?”

“No.” She fishes something out of the water. A piece of cloth? “Tide almost got my clothes.”

He chuckles. “Did it get you too?” Now he’s awake, he can see the sandy strip is narrower than before. Meryta flicks her tail in annoyance, the tip of it skimming the water.

“It’s not funny.”

“Sure looks funny to me.”

“What if I hadn’t woken up? I could have drowned.”

“You can’t drown, Meryta.” He winks at her.

“Ugh.” She sounds more exasperated than angry, and he is glad of it. He would not stand a chance did she bring all her fury to bear. It’s not that he forgets her power, he simply chooses to think it does not matter between them. Tansui’s thoughts are rudely interrupted by a hard, wet hit to his bare stomach. Meryta’s soggy clothes, bundled up and thrown with considerable force. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he almost falls on his ass, making an undignified sound.

Meryta breezes past him, and swoops up his haori where he discarded it, when it was too hot to wear. She shrugs it on.

“I’m cold,” she says. “And all my clothes are wet.”

He knows, as they are currently dripping in his hands. It is cooler now, and he holds them away from himself, so his pants don’t get wet, at least.

Gathering his wits, he tosses the bundle of clothes in the boat, which he did have the foresight to pull far enough onto their island. He’s sailed these waters too long to make foolish mistakes.

“You could have told me the tide rises so much out here,” Meryta says, mayhap following his line of thought, her eyes drawn by the tossed clothes.

“I did not plan to nap. And neither did you, I suspect. I suppose we were worn out from the… swim.”

“It was a very good, warm, nap.” She smiles at him, bright and genuine, her grumpy demeanor all but vanished.

She stretches, his haori falling half open, revealing the tantalizing curve of her breasts, the scales scatted across her abdomen, and the shaded place her legs meet. He freezes, unable to form clear thoughts. He wants to push the haori off her body, he wants her to wear it always, just like this.

Powerful, effortlessly, she is wearing his clothes. She walks towards him, her tail swishing in front of her, drawing his eye to her thighs. He wants to touch. He craves her. He acts, reaching for her, pulling her close, kissing her lips, biting them. He wants to claim her, mark her, leave something with her, something more permanent than a shirt, he wants, he needs –  she bits him back, laugh in the throat and they break apart.

“Mine,” is all he gets out, his thoughts all jumbled with his sudden need.

“You can have it back when I have dry clothes,” Meryta says, “Maybe. It’s very soft.”

“It does suit you. A tad long, perhaps.”

He lets her think he was talking of the haori all along. He doubts she will appreciate the direction of his thoughts. Fierce and independent, she comes and goes as she wills, and he will let that be enough.

Meryta tucks her head under his chin, bumping it. “Maybe I should hem it.”

He thinks of it, her wearing it across the world, with her scions.

“Maybe you should.”

[the-silver-chronicles]

2025 Year Of The OTP January Prompts: "Our Love" [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

Tagging @voidika @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @davrinsgriffons @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease

January Prompts based on this Year of the OTP fandom event. I've tackled the following prompts: First Kiss, "May I have this dance with you?" & Sharing Clothes.

Showing off my first completed January oneshot for this event, called Our Love, which can also be found on AO3 here.

This is one of the few lighter and fluffier oneshots for this event, so already starting off good. I am quite excited to do the rest, especially when it comes to the August Prompts.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: Our Love.

Series: The Silver Chronicles (Far Cry 5)

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: January - First Kiss, “May I have this dance with you?” & Sharing Clothes.

Genre: Romantic Fluff. Light Angst (Silva tends to overthink).

Words: 3,095.

The snowstorm hadn’t let up. The flurry of white flakes relentlessly rained down on the roof of the lodge by the roaring winds, covering it in a deep powder.

Silva would have to shovel some of the snow that built up near the porch and balconies, but that would be a tomorrow problem.

At the moment she was busy pouring two mugs of chocolate caliente that she made from scratch, while Faith was getting changed into something cleaner. Silva managed to avoid most of the mess, thanks in part to the apron she wore.

The dark beige was accompanied by a steam that carried the sweet scent of the chocolate. Taking the apron off, she left it on the kitchen bench, opting to clean it up later as she carried the mugs over to the living space, placing the one on the small table in the middle while taking a seat on one side of the couch while awaiting the return of her housemate.

She could hear the jukebox inserting the next record, playing some jazz song she never cared to learn the name of. She remembered gifting it to Elsa when her younger hermana uncharacteristically complained about having to change each record personally once the song ended. Silva suspected Elsa only complained to get her to build something again, a little time for herself rather than all spent on her hermana and hija.

Not that Silva ever mentioned it. She rather enjoyed putting together that record player. She missed tinkering, especially now.

Silva blew on the steam leaving her mug, carefully bringing the chocolate caliente to her lips as she sipped on the burning, yet deliciously rich liquid.

They were near the end of the first month of being stuck in her late-hermana’s lodge, and the blizzard storming outside hadn’t let up. There were moments of calmness, sure, but that would never be enough time for either her or Faith to escape down the mountain without getting caught right back in the snowstorm once more. Again, she reminded herself.

She only hoped that the storm put a pause on the Reaping. Not that she didn’t trust her friends weren’t doing fine without her. Although, a small part of her wished she was there with them… just to make sure they were safe.

But another and more vocal part of herself was relieved by the sudden separation from the mass violence. There was guilt that gnawed at her for such a thought, but she pushed it away.

Especially when she heard the approaching steps of the only other occupant in the lodge.

When turning back to see Faith, she was immediately met with the sudden change in style from the other woman.

Instead of one of Elsa’s old dresses that better fitted the style she was used to seeing on the Seed sister, Faith instead wore a loose flannel shirt and culotte that belonged that previously belonged to Silva.

Not entirely an issue that she had in itself. It was just Faith looked good in her clothes.

Silva could not keep her gaze off of Faith, and she blamed the warmth in her cheeks on the caliente.

“Something on your mind, Silva?” Faith asked in her approach, rounding the red sofa to take her seat next to the deputy. Her green eyes lightened at the steaming chocolate caliente waiting for her on the small table.

Silva didn’t answer immediately, too busy gawking at Faith in her attire, before swallowing down her surprise and replying, “No, no, nothing much… you look good, by the way.”

Faith seemed to appreciate the compliment, her smile growing bigger as she replied, “Thanks. Just thought I’d try something else on while the dress gets washed.”

It didn’t explain why Faith went into her room for clothes, but she wasn’t complaining.

Faith turned her focus to the caliente awaiting her, and in curious anticipation, Silva observed as the light brunette lifted the mug to her lips, lightly blowing the steam like she herself had done, and sipped the scalding caliente with a pleased hum.

“This is delicious,” Faith replied with a smile, the woman’s words settling a feeling of relief on Silva’s mind, “We did a great job, wouldn’t you agree, Silva?”

Faith’s words evoked an eyebrow raise from Silva; sure, they had produced the caliente together, however Silva distinctly remembered Faith mucking about, at one point playfully attacking her with chocolate covered pastry brush.

Despite this in mind, Silva decided on agreeing with Faith, giving kudos where kudos were due, “For a first timer, you certainly did exceptionally well.”

Faith beamed at the praise, and Silva drank more of her caliente, before throwing Faith a mischievous glance in her grey eyes as she added, “Although, I don’t remember the process being so messy. Nor the part where the pastry brush would try covering my face in chocolate powder.”

Faith snickered at the memory, softly bumping against Silva’s shoulder as she pointed out, “You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I’d go as far to say you enjoyed the trouble.”

Silva’s lips tugged into a bashful smile, feeling warmer. She remembered the surprise of the powdered pastry brush tapping her nose when she glanced over to check Faith’s progress, and the bubbling fun that resounded in her beating heart when dodging and batting away more attempts to dust her face in the delectable cocoa.

“I did,” she replied softly.

A comfortable silence filled the air, a contrast to the raging winds outside. No tension, no suspicion. Nothing but a calm trust between the two women.

Silva wanted to shift closer, close enough that her shoulder could barely brush against Faith’s, perhaps her knee leaning against the other woman’s own, too.

Though Silva held back such impulses. She couldn’t do that, not when things were… comfortable. She knew she shouldn’t overstep now. Yet, the urge remained. There was a small voice inside of her that told her that reasonably, it couldn’t hurt to try. Neither action would be anything big, and if Faith showed any sign of discomfort, then Silva would simply cease the action altogether.

However, if Faith did allow it… then how could that be interpreted? That Faith simply doesn’t mind her closeness? That she’d use it as a way to gain a better hold over her for Eden’s Gate goals?

Or… or perhaps most frightening of all, it could mean that Faith may reciprocate the same desire she does? The want to be closer, to be held, the awkward and yet not uncomfortable hot sensation that is always accompanied by the slight pace of speed in her heart. Was it implausible? Silva couldn’t be sure. While she certainly desired such an outcome under any other circumstances, it would be devastating here; the knowledge she found another who once more held a mutual feeling for a companionship no other could grant them, only for that person to be someone who’s her enemy; whom she is expected to bring down, in whatever means necessary.

Silva wanted to close the distance, to just see if there was a chance, but at the same time knew she shouldn’t, as not only would it hurt more if the time she was forced to confront Faith came, but it’d perhaps be better if she didn’t try, make it easier to do what would need to be done and avoid risking any further complications.

However, Silva doubted it could be that easy.

Silva was brought out of her storming thoughts when she and Faith heard a resounding click from across the room.

Both glanced over to the jukebox, Faith watching in interest as through the visible glass, the finished record was lifted from the spinner by the “arm clamp” and gently placed to the back of the stack. It travelled down to the next record, tenderly pulling it up and placing it flat onto the spinner, prompting the stylus to touch down on the spinning record.

Through the speakers of the jukebox, the next song began to play, starting with a sudden beat before a gentle string begins to play and the synchronized harmony of a woman vocalizing an “ooh”.

From there the lyrics began.

“There’s a girl in town/And word’s gone around she’s just fine.”

Faith tilted her head with intrigue, yet confusion. Silva couldn’t blame her lack of understanding, as the other woman wasn’t well attuned to the Spanish tongue. Silva herself was still unsure where Elsa got this particular song.

Regardless, she liked it. It brought a sense of… normalcy.

Although, she couldn’t deny that the song playing at this moment set a certain mood she wasn’t sure was appropriate… for herself and Faith that is. The timing couldn’t be any less impeccable to her earlier spiral of thoughts.

“So I don’t worry my head/’Cause I know her heart is tied to mine.”

Silva swallowed down the rest of her caliente, placing the mug on the table. Unexpectedly, Faith placed her unfinished mug down too.

Silva observed as Faith glanced to her and just as swiftly looked away, wringing her hands as she intensely narrowed her eyes down.

It was always fascinating to Silva to see the constant flux of change in the woman’s expression, especially when she was out of the Bliss.

Though Silva could tell Faith was somewhat nervous about something, thinking it over repeatedly. The deputy was ready to shift off the couch and had an excuse prepared on the tip of her tongue to give her housemate some space when Faith caught her off-guard by grasping her wrist.

“Would you like to dance?” Faith blurted out, the sudden volume making the dark-haired woman pause in her ascent from the couch.

Silva tilted her head, blinking at Faith, a little confused and a bit shocked. It was the furthest thing she’d expect of the other woman, and certainly not something Silva expected Faith to want to do with the likes of her.

There was beat of silence, and Faith looked down to her hand gripping on Silva’s wrist. She cringed, lightly letting go.

Silva flexed her hand, planting herself back onto the couch as she turned her full attention onto Faith, “Why would you want to? With me, I mean?”

Faith brushed a strand of light brown hair back behind her ear, her lips a thin line as she thought of something, anything.

“Well, it’s… it’s because it sounds like the kind of song you’d dance with a partner- or I mean someone else with, you know?” Faith played it off, rubbing at her arm, “You don’t have to, but I’d rather not dance alone…”

Silva chewed at the inside of her cheek. Faith’s excuse seemed too sloppy to be a total fabrication, so she was telling a bit more of the truth. Though Silva was hesitant to accept Faith’s request.

While a dance didn’t inherently hold a romantic inclination, it was still rather intimate. Silva knew she was growing more attached to Faith the longer they remained snowed in, a complication that would only prolong the inevitable pain or hinder the necessity of her mission entirely. She knew neither of them were willing to abandon their respective factions nor join the other’s; Silva was loyal to her friends and detested Joseph Seed and his cult’s methods, and Faith was happy within her family and thought she was doing what was necessary. Not to mention, the Resistance despised her and held no trust for the woman.

Silva sometimes wondered whether or not she should have even agreed to their temporary truce in the lodge. Faith had been vulnerable, without her Bliss and Angels to protect her, so easy to kill. And yet, Silva’s own moral compass held her back from ridding the county of Faith Seed, either because the other woman was in no position to fight back or because Silva desired to hear the other woman out now that she had come for her without any tricks open for use.

Whatever the case was, it led to them reaching a truce given their… snowy circumstances. Silva would have nothing to blame but her ironclad convictions to follow her part of her obligations to the letter when she eventually allowed Faith to return back to the Project’s awaiting arms.

She had all the reasons to say no. To decline and say goodnight and hope the storm ended tomorrow so she wouldn’t have to wake up to make breakfast for the both of them. To cut the bud in the nip so nothing could progress further than it should have.

And yet…

“The life that we live, and the love the I give to her.”

Silva stood up from the sofa, her grey eyes glancing to Faith’s enquiring green. Faith was a very beautiful woman; inside and outside the Bliss, but Silva preferred this… someone who looked and acted real, not some fantastical visage putting on a performance.

She was wary that this was another front, some elaborate attempt to futilely get her into Eden’s Gate. Her allies didn’t call the woman a “siren” without reason. However, Silva rationalized that Faith was clever enough to understand honey trapping held unlikely success. And besides…

For the first time in nearly a decade, a gorgeous woman has expressed a desire to dance with her.

And fuck it, Silva was foolishly going to indulge in this chance.

“Each day it grows more and more, I’m sure it shows.”

Silva held out her gloved hand to Faith, the latter’s brows shot up in surprise by the action, and Silva swallowed all her nerves to softly ask one simple question against the quickened beat of her heart.

“May I have this dance with you?”

For a short minute, Faith did nothing but gape in response to Silva’s question, faltering the deputy’s confidence, worry hidden underneath her soft gaze as she wondered if she missed her chance.

All worry was dashed away when Faith’s lips widened in a delighted grin and took Silva’s hand.

“Well/Our love/Is a bubbling fountain.”

Hands held on to each other, both manoeuvred their way to the spacious area near the jukebox, light smiles reflecting off each other.

“Our love/That flows into a sea.”

Awkwardly, they try to find where exactly they want to place their hands; Silva resolves to just steady her arms below Faith’s shoulders while the other woman wraps her arms at the back of Silva’s neck, pushing them a little bit closer.

“Our love/Deeper than any ocean.”

The movements were nothing complex or special. The beats of the song didn’t intend for that, as it held more of a relaxing tempo. Not that she minded; and from the looks of it, Faith seemed content with slowly swaying.

Being so close… Silva could feel heat of Faith’s breath on her lips, their noses separated by the smallest of gaps between them. Her grey eyes could gaze into Faith’s green, see all the specks in her lively irises that no one would ever get a chance to witness.

“Our love/For eternity.”

Neither woman stopped swaying as the song played on, entranced in the other’s gaze, eyes recording each other’s feature to memory.

Be it impulsive instinct or plain brave desire, Silva gradually inched closer to Faith’s lips.

“Like Sunday/I pray our love will always stay pure/While the world turns around/He holds me down for sure.”

Though Silva didn’t reach her destination, snapping out of whatever urge she was acting on. Pause midway, her intentions clear yet uncertain of Faith’s own feelings on the matter.

With doubt on her mind, Silva was about to inch back, when she felt Faith’s hands creep from the back of her neck to hold her face.

Giving her a smile, Faith went to close the gap.

“Our love/Is a bubbling fountain/Our love/That flows into a sea.”

Upon recognizing Faith’s intentions, Silva met her approaching lips in the middle, lightly pressing against the other woman’s more eager lips. This time Silva’s hands shifted from their position, crossing behind Faith’s neck.

“Our love/Deeper than any ocean/Our love/For eternity.”

Both separated briefly, Faith giggling from their different approaches with the kiss. Silva softly chuckled too, Faith’s eagerness unexpected though not unappreciated. Tasting her own lips, Silva returned a bashful smile to Faith.

It had been certainly a while since she last kissed someone; someone she felt a connection with. It may not have been her first kiss, but it most definitely the first passionate kiss she’s had in almost a decade… since Irene.

Looking back to Faith, she wondered if this had been her first kiss… or at least a kiss she’s had in a long time.

She didn’t think it was her place to ask; perhaps later, or not at all. It wasn’t her business, and ultimately it didn’t really matter. It was Silva’s first kiss with Faith, and this would be Faith’s first kiss with her. That’s what really made it special.

Parting her lips once more, Silva went in for a second, more even kiss, matching Faith’s eagerness from before, much to the delight of the other woman. Faith wasted no time in returning the same energy.

“And after all/The rain will fall on us too.”

A deep part of Silva knew this wasn’t right. Not wrong, but not the most sensible thing to be doing. She and Faith were supposed to be enemies. And yet here, they weren’t. Faith had innocent blood on her hands, like how Silva’s own was stained with the cult’s. Something Silva would need to confront later; she knew that, but not now.

Now she wanted to feel something- something good for once, other than the guilt and shame and just shittiness in general.

Perhaps though… Silva’s trail of thought paused as she separated from their second kiss, Faith gazing at her with an adoration she’d never seen before on the woman, not out during the Reaping, and not in the Bliss either.

Her hands went from Silva’s face to her back, gripping hard like she was afraid this was some dream. And honestly, Silva shared the same sentiment, even if she should wish this was just some self-indulgent fantasy.

She felt Faith’s nose brush against the crook of her neck, burrowing her head into the space. Silva didn’t mind.

“But I’ll keep moving on/Proud and strong with you.”

Silva found herself willing to continue the scandalous thought that she’d find herself pondering on for the rest of the month they’d be stuck in the lodge for.

…perhaps there’s a way for this war to end without more piles of bodies.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

March

“what are you doing with that” - Sage/Finn

Third entry for @yearoftheotpevent, cutting it close but here's March,

More SageXFinn for Year of the OTP, still from Stolen Three and lots of talk of hair.

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16th century

It was easy to lose himself in the weaving of strands, bright red crossing over his own brown, free of the lighter colour the summer leant him.

Finn had grown up braiding his siblings' hair, 

Braiding was something they had done for each other; from the long boat ride sitting in Freya's lap as she showed him, to taming Elijah's baby hairs as he grew, to just before he had left to find Sage, sitting still as Freya braided his hair while he mindlessly did the same to Elijah’s.

It was a comfort as much as a habit.

His necklace was made from his, Freya and Elijah’s hair, the summer after their Sleeps had begun. 

Elijah’s dark hair stood out between his summer and Freya’s naturally lighter strands, he had them tie their magic into it before he had braided it, allowing him to use it to trace them when they were separated, Freya had done something similar with their blood soak into precious stone and neither Dahlia, as the holder of their connection or Elijah, who had never really lived free of it had needed anything else to find them.

During his first year after the sleep, as he traveled he had collected new braiding techniques and patterns for Freya as much as he had found new spells and magic and sooth any anger Dahlia may have gathered from their absence.

Elijah had returned dressed like one of the richest nobles of the time and with a glint of mischief in his eyes that had the hairs on the back of Finn’s neck rising until their aunt had appeared and it vanished.

He hasn't had much time to question his little brother about that during their reunion, only able to give him a brief warning to be careful, muttered quietly to keep from their aunt’s hearing as he used Elijah's hair as a model to teach Freya some of what he had learnt while away.

He never had learned how or where Elijah had gotten his new costly attire.

“What are you doing with that?” a voice called him from his reminiscing.

Finn looked to see his love, Sage's vibrant red hair almost glowing in the midday sun. Leaning against the doorway with just a loose shift to preserve her modesty, he had to force his eyes back to the braid.

She was a walking sunbeam, he thought, able to light and warm any room or space for him with her sole presence

“It's a protection spell woven into the bracelet.” he explained as she stepped closer

“That's why you asked for a few locks,” she mused, bringing a hand to rest against his throat “you've added yours to?”

“A sign of our connection, physically as entwined as our hearts are.” He told her, leaning into her hand, soft, gentle and hiding the strength to tear a head off with ease.

His valkyrie, his warrior spirit to lead him in death, his possible escape.

But he couldn’t, wouldn’t even dream of that chance, not when it would both mean leaving Freya and Elijah alone with their aunt and would risk Dahlia's attention falling on Sage and That was the last thing Finn would allow.

He couldn’t save his siblings or himself from her but he would protect Sage from that fate, Matthias was one lesson none of them would repeat.

So he'd treasure as much of her time that he could and so what was needed to ensured he wouldn't lose any.

The protection spell wasn't the only spell weaved into it but it was the most important part, the protection spell that he had placed much of the magic that gathered over his last forced century long sleep, as much as he could without gaining Dahlia's attention.

Besides, he doubted Sage would care if he told her it was a way for him to always find her.

Afterall she had given him a vial of her blood after their first year together for that reason.

He doesn’t know what he would do if he woke up from his sleep to find his sunlight gone, with this he hoped to never find out.

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Now onto working on April's Prompts

[therealmofamorus]

My Mood (From March 23th to April 7th)

Original Male Stud AU: Warlord AU (Test AU), Taimanin AU (Test AU), Fantasy World AU: Monster Hunter AU, Monster Girl AU, Stolen Hearts AU, Mercenary AU, Apocalypse AU: Fallout AU (Test AU), Brothel AU: Gigolo AU, Cyberpunk AU, Slave AU

Alpha Male Stud AU: Warlord AU (Test AU), Taimanin AU (Test AU), Apocalypse AU: Fallout AU (Test AU), Stolen Hearts AU, Horror AU: Vampire AU, Criminal AU: Corrupt Detective AU, Super AU, Medieval AU: Cleric AU - Dark Faith AU, Prehistoric Age AU: Bronze Age AU, Stepford AU

General Moods: Dark, Dom/Sub: Maledom/Femsub & Femdom/Femsub, Fantasy Interracial, Rough Sex, Noncon-to-Dubcon, Humiliation, Pet Play, Misogyny, Romance, Public Sex

Main Muses: Kenzaki Tsurugi, Tsukishiro Yanagi, Murasaki Yatsu, The Trailblazer (Receptacle Stelle), Shaula Gorgon, Armin Arlert, Jiraiya, Kagura Mutsuki, Cloud Strife, Monkey D. Garp

Main Male Muses: Gohan, Jiraiya, Lighter, Frank Castle/The Punisher, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Metal Sonic, Zeoticus Gremory, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Rex (Xenoblade Chronicles), Percival de Galles

Main Female Female: Asami Sato, Pulchra Fellini, Felicia, Lucifer the CEO of Hell, Kallen Kozuki, Scáthach, Eda Clawthorne, Princess Mandie, Bra Brief, Sunaookami Shiroko

Meme: Smash or Pass, Save or Enslaved, You Look Submissive and Breedable, Exhibiting Excitement, NTR Difference, NTR Letter, Crossover Crack Ship: OTP, 💍/Timed Marriage, Hentai Porn Logic: Light Porn Logic, With/Without Meme

[thisforgottenevening]

My Ships

Five Nights at Freddy's

Jeremike (Jeremy Fitzgerald/Michael Afton or Mike Schmidt)

Willry (William Afton/Henry Emily)

Springbear (Springbonnie/Fredbear)

Nightmare Fronnie (Nightmare Freddy/Nightmare Bonnie)

Rockstar Fronnie (Rockstar Freddy/Rockstar Bonnie)

Glamrock Fronnie (Glamrock Freddy/Glamrock Bonnie)

Roxica (Roxanne Wolf/Glamrock Chica)

Maldread (Malhare or Glitchtrap/Dreadbear)

Mimxes (The Mimic/The M.X.E.S.)

Dayshift at Freddy's

Davesport (Dave Miller/Jack Kennedy)

Identity V

Jokermike (Joker/Mike Morton) 3TP

Grader (Grace/Edgar Valden)

LAN (Luchino Diruse/Antonio Paganini/Norton Campbell)

Floridrew (Florian Brand/Andrew Kreiss)

Galamary (Galatea Claude/Mary Antionette)

Josvicarl (Joseph Desaulniers/Victor Grantz/Aesop Carl)

Naibdrew (Naib Subedar/Andrew Kreiss)

Wendaretha (Wendy Foote/Margaretha Zelle)

Cookie Run

Espressoleine (Espresso Cookie/Madeleine Cookie)

"Cookie Bowuigi" (Capsaicin Cookie/Prune Juice Cookie)

MilkYamChoco (Purple Yam Cookie/Milk Cookie/Dark Choco Cookie)

Juice Bar Regulars (Sparkling Cookie/Mint Choco Cookie/Vampire Cookie/Herb Cookie)

Ancient Heroes (Dark Cacao Cookie/Golden Cheese Cookie/Hollyberry Cookie/Pure Vanilla Cookie/White Lily Cookie)

Licowhip (Licorice Cookie/Whipped Cream Cookie)

Dislyte

Annorah or Sirens (Anna/Norah)

Olliemir (Ollie/Amir)

Lütao (Bi Tao/ Lü Shang)

AFK Journey

Atalesia (Atalanta/Temesia)

Seafood (Hodgkin/Harak)

Sonnie (Sonja/Bonnie)

Thalara (Thalassa/Nara)

Cyran/Merlink

Salarial (Salazer/Berial) 2TP

Honkai Impact 3rd

Bronseele (Bronya Zaychik/Seele Vollerei)

Kiamei (Kiana Kaslana/Raiden Mei)

Sakukallen (Yae Sakura/Kallen Kaslana)

Elyeden (Elysia/Eden)

Sparkvita (Sparkle/Vita)

Genshin Impact

Kaebedo (Kaeya Alberich/Albedo)

Eulamber (Eula Lawrence/Amber)

Beiguang (Beidou/Ningguang)

Zhongchi (Zhongli/Tartaglia)

Eimiko (Ei/Yae Miko)

Dehyarzard (Dehya/Dunyarzard)

Honkai: Star Rail

Bronseele (Bronya/Seele)

Ratiorine (Dr. Ratio/Aventurine)

Acherswan (Acheron/Black Swan)

Caeblaheng (Caelus/Blade/Dan Heng)

Zenless Zone Zero

Belle/Nicole

Wise/Lighter

Bernice/Pulchra

League of Legends

Caitvi (Caitlyn Kiramman/Violet aka Vi)

Jayvik (Jayce Talis/Viktor)

Lightcannon (Luxanna Crownguard/Jinx)

JhinHwei (Khada Jhin/Hwei Lukai)

Arcane

Caitvi (Caitlyn Kiramman/Violet aka Vi)

Jayvik (Jayce Talis/Viktor)

Timebomb (Ekko/Jinx)

Melora (Mel Medarda/Elora)

Catcouncil (Lest/Mel Medarda)

Singerdinger (Singed/Heimerdinger)

Marvel

Doomreed (Dr. Doom/Mr. Fantastic)

Poolverine or Deadclaws (Deadpool/Wolverine)

DC

Harlivy (Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy)

Riddlebat (The Riddler/Batman) - The Batman 2022

Twiddler (Two-Face/The Riddler)

BatJokes (Batman/The Joker)

BatCat (Batman/Catwoman)

Hattercrow (Mad Hatter/Scarecrow)

The Penguin/Max Shreck - Batman Returns

NU: Carnival

Asade (Aster/Blade) OTP

[astrxlfinale]

Name / Alias : Jace

Are you over 18? : Yes / No (I'm 32 and proud of it!)

– W R I T I N G –

Are you selective about who you write with? : No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes mainly in the respective continuity of my muse, and all OCs/verses involved) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only).

Are you selective about who you follow? : No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people).

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon? : Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / Not Applicable.

What post lengths do you write? : One-Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella/ All of the aforementioned

Do you use icons and/or GIFS? : No / Gifs / Icons / Yes / Sometimes.

Do you write on other platforms? :No / Yes (discord)

What level of plots do you write? : Unplotted / Open-Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics / All of the aforementioned

How quickly do you usually respond to threads? : Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks) / Average (1-2 weeks) / Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)

What types of themes do you like? : Adventure / Romance / Fluff / Angst / Violence / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / All of the aforementioned

What genres do you like? : ( Feel free to add! ) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Smut / Adventure / Espionage / Dark / Emotional / All of the aforementioned

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog? : (Not triggers) No / Yes / Sometimes (Not a big fan of mindless suffering/Whump. It needs direction.)

Do you have any triggers? How do you request it tagged?: Nah. You're all good in that regard.

– S H I P P I N G –

What types of relationships are you open to? : Romantic / Platonic / Enemies / Rivals / Familial / All of the aforementioned

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to? : Romantic / Platonic / Enemies / Rivals / Familial / All of the aforementioned

Do you have OTPs? : No / Chemistry Only / Yes (Normally I'm seeing chemistry in my Otps here!)

Do you have NOTPS? : No / Yes (Never to the point where you have to tag anything. Just my preferences of not playing them out myself.)

What is your muse’s sexual orientation? : Heterosexual (Goes for both Caelus and Lighter.) / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Pansexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Still trying to figure it out / Depends on the muse/verse you’re asking

What is your muse’s romantic orientation? : Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out / Depends on the muse/verse you’re asking

Are you comfortable writing smut? : No / Selectively / Yes

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically? : Autoship / During plotting / After a couple IC interactions / Several IC interactions / Slow burn / Plot dependent (Some scenarios unlock shipping routes faster than others. Its a toss up) / Never

Are you open to toxic ships? : No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

Are you open to problematic ships? : No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

Are you open to polyamory shipping? : No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

Are you an exclusive shipper? : Never / Sometimes (If requested or set as someone's rules) / Yes

Does crack shipping ever happen? : Nope / Yes / depends

tagged by: Felt like a nice run by so I yoinked it.

tagging: YOU STARIN AT THE DEETS? YOU THROW THIS TO YOUR MUSES!

[typingtess]

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:    “Maybe Today”

The basics:  While Kilbride visits his son, the team works a cold case from 2003.

Written by: Samantha Chasse & Matt Klafter

Samantha Chasse co-wrote “Kill Beale Vol. 1”, wrote “Impostor Syndrome” (one of season 12’s best episodes) and “Murmuration”. 

Matt Klafter co-wrote “Smokescreen Part II”, “A Fait Accompli” and “Hard for the Money”.  Was the sole writer for “Where Loyalties Lie”.

Directed by: Eric A. Pot directed “Resurrection”, “Windfall”, “Traitor”, “Internal Affairs”, “Home is Where the Heart Is”, “Forasteira”, “Reentry”, “Hit List”, “The One Who Got Away”, “Kill Beale Vol 1” (co-written by Chasse), “Fortune Favors the Bold”, “A Fait Accopli” (co-written by Klafter), “Imposter Syndrome” (written by Chasse), “Indentured”, “Sorry for Your Loss” and “Survival of the Fittest”.

Guest stars of note:  Christopher Gorham as Alex Kilbride, Rose Abdoo as Special Agent Daisy Van Zandt, Eva Tamargo as Mrs. Perez, Kevin McCorkle as Jack Baker, Cuyle Carvin as Aaron Baker, Courtney Cunningham as Jen Anderson, Jhey Castles as Melissa Baker, Keenan Henson as Kevin Phillips and Joe Keyes as Taxi Driver.

Our heroes:  Deal with parents and children.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  Not afraid of strong women. Sam:   Senior Chief, Special Warfare Kensi:  Couldn’t imagine what a mother would feel about a missing child. Deeks:  Working well with LAPD. Fatima:  Listening to old interview cassette tapes in Kilbride’s truck. Rountree:  Not a fan of old case files in moldy, charred boxes. Kilbride:  Finally listening to his son.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Looking for a Sam’s plus one for the wedding. Sam:    No interest in Callen’s plus one-ing. Kensi:  Wants Rosa to participate in extra circular activities. Deeks:   Wants Rosa to be protected from all types of danger. Fatima:   Office bound. Rountree:   See Fatima. Kilbride:  Spending the night on his son’s couch.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Not a mention.

Who's down with OTP:   Kensi and Deeks have debates over keeping Rosa safe.  Callen is comfortable marrying a confident woman.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Callen is looking for a Sam love connection which is a complete change in roles from the first five seasons.

Fashion review:  Callen wore a midnight blue sweater.  Another long-sleeve black tee for Sam.  Kensi wears a long-sleeve top that has a graduated color scheme that starts white around her shoulders, pink and grey across her chest and black the rest of the way down.  Deeks has a light blue henley on.  Fatima has a thick brown sweater.  Rountree is wearing a black hoodie.  Kilbride is casual with a thick dark blue sweater over a lighter blue plaid button down shirt.

Music:   “Killer” by Phoebe Bridgers plays in a montage near the end of the episode.

Any notable cut scene:  Yes, one, after weeks of nothing.  Driving to Jen Anderson’s, Kensi and Deeks discuss the case moving from a missing persons case to a death.  Kensi is down on local law enforcement for not doing more.  Deeks is a bit more sympathetic.   Missing persons aren’t always missing persons, sometimes people just walk away from their lives.  After a while, the police have other cases to solve.

Kensi hears from Rountree – the local news stations have picked up the story.  Deeks checks his phone – national news, NPR, the BBC are all cover the story.  Kensi and Deeks realize that the killer, who lived 20-years without anyone knowing there was a killing, now knows they are the focus of a national news story.

Quote:  Callen:  “How can we help?” Daisy:  “Stay close by.  Try not to get in the way.  First cold case?” Callen:  “Yeah.” Daisy:  “Couple of virgins. This'll be fun.  I've been working cases since '04.  Solved more of them than the next two agents combined.” Callen:  “I like your modesty.” Daisy:  “Confidence in a woman make you uncomfortable, Agent Callen?” Callen:  “Well, if it did, then I'm about to marry the wrong woman.”

Anything else:  A car is driving down a rural road.  2003 shows up on the screen.  The radio in the car is playing an address by then President George W. Bush about major combat operations ending in Iraq.  A man steps out of the vehicle and puts on some gloves.  Inside the vehicle is a woman wearing a Navy sweatshirt who looks like she’s out cold.   There’s duct tape on her mouth and her hands are bound. 

As the man walks away from the vehicle to use a payphone, the woman is awake and alert.  She takes off the seat belt holding her to the car seat.  She tries to open the car door but the man finished his call and is returning to the vehicle.  Again, playing unconscious, she waits until the man nears the car door.  She opens the door with great force, knocking the man to the ground.  She flees on foot.  She gets the bindings off her hands and removes the tape on her mouth as she runs.  The man starts the car to chase her.  She calls for help as she runs into a wooded area.

In 2024, a car is pulled from a lake.  The license plate and the vehicle are from the 2003 scenes.  A female NCIS agent confirms “it’s hers” and calls for the best NCIS team in the area.

Walking into the office, Kensi and Deeks are talking about Rosa, extracurricular activities and college applications.  Kensi thinks Rosa needs them, Deeks thinks Yale won’t care since you can get into law school there by twirling a baton.  Baton is color guard, Kensi correct Deeks, Rosa is interested in doing gymnastics, Deeks is worried she’ll get hurt.  Kensi lists a number of activities Rosa could join – track, water polo, AV Club – where Deeks has a reason she could get hurt - shin splints, chlorine poisoning (obviously), electrocution.  Kensi tells him to stop.  He is half-joking but he wants her safe,  Kensi says they can’t cover Rosa in bubble wrap.  Deeks is looking more for small packing peanuts.

In Ops, Kensi asks if they have a new case.  Fatima and Rountree explains it is more a like an old one.  Navy Petty Officer Britney Perez, Fatima starts to explain but Kensi thinks the name sounds familiar.  It was – there was a documentary series about Perez recently.  A hiker at Castaic Lake saw a car in the lake – water levels are so low it was easy to see on a trail.  Deeks thinks this may be the one time where climate change is good.  He knows it sounds wrong.  The four talk about bringing Kilbride into the case but Deeks wants Kilbride to spend time with his son.  Callen and Sam on their way to the crime scene.  Kensi asks about next of kin.  Perez had a mother who has not been informed about the car.  Kensi can’t fathom being a mother to a missing child.  She and Deeks are going to see Mrs. Perez, maybe offer some answers.

Walking up to an apartment door, Admiral Kilbride sighs before knocking.  A man in his mid-to-late 40’s answers the door and says hello Dad.  Dad Kilbride replies with just “Alex.”  Inviting his father into the apartment, Alex explains the set-up is temporary, he’s still trying to work things out with his wife Deb.  It is a rather generic one-bedroom apartment with rather generic furniture. 

Kilbride asks where he can hang his coat and hat as Alex pours the two some coffee.  Opening a closet, Kilbride sees it is full of fancy diplomas, an expensive desk name plate.  There is a hook so the hat and jacket go there.  Kilbride asks Alex about work and Alex replies “great.”  He has a new client working on a cryptocurrency exchange.  The silence after that is uncomfortable.

Callen and Sam pull up at the crime scene.  They’re talking about Stacy, Anna’s maid of honor.  Sam is adding drama according to Callen.  The two address Special Agent Daisy Van Zandt, the female agent who supervised the car being removed from the lake.  Callen and Sam are investigating their first cold case  - “a couple of virgins” according to Daisy – so she asks them to stay close but also stay out of the way.

Daisy has been working cold cases in 2004 and has solved twice as many cold cases in her time than the next two agents combined.  Callen admires her modesty.  Daisy asks if confidence in woman worries Callen.  If it does, Callen tells her, he’s going to have a problem with the woman he’s about to marry.  Daisy tells Callen and Sam that the case of Brittney Perez “had my number”.  There’s never been any evidence until now.  An agent calls for Daisy.  The car truck is opened and the skeletal remains of someone are inside.

Calling Kensi and Deeks, Callen says the coroner ID’d the body as Brittney Perez.  Hanging up, he returns to Sam and Daisy.  Kensi and Deeks will be telling Perez’s mother.  Daisy doesn’t envy that task.  Callen asks about the original case agents.  Two local field office agents, Walker and Haskins, had the case originally.  Walker retired to Florida a few years back, Haskins is dead.  Sam asks Daisy what she thought of all this.  “There’s good work, there’s sloppy work and there there’s whatever the hell this was.  It’s no wonder why this case wound up with us.” 

Callen asks about suspects.  There was one suspect – Petty Office Aaron Baker.  A witness said Baker and Perez were arguing outside a bar.  Perez slapped Baker.  Sam wondered about the argument but Daisy doesn’t know what it was about.  Neither does Baker, according to Daisy, who was too drunk to remember according to Walker and Haskins.  They didn’t bother to push him on what he could and couldn’t remember.  He’s third generation Navy.  Callen is stunned. 

When Perez went missing, Baker was home according to his bunkmate.  The two were watching video games all night.  Looking at the truck, Sam asks for a vial.  He found a tooth in the trunk.  Perez’s body is still in the trunk and it is obvious she has all her teeth.  Sam believes Perez fought until the end.  There will be a DNA test and while teeth and bone are really strong for finding DNA, 20-years in the water isn’t a good environment.  Callen and Sam are off to talk to Baker. 

In the boat shed, Kensi and Deeks are comforting and kind to Mrs. Perez.  Mrs. Perez shares photos of Britney stored on her phone.  Britney was strong and smart and funny.  Mrs. Perez explains that she was a single mom.  She and Britney only had each other.  That’s why she never believed the investigators who thought Britney went AWOL, fearing she would be deployed.  Asked if Britney was worried about being deployed, Mrs. Perez said her daughter loved the Navy.  Besides, she would never leave without saying goodbye. 

Before she went missing, Britney was upset and a frazzled.  There was something about her roommate Jen, there was a bad situation.  Britney wouldn’t tell her mother the whole story.  She wanted to protect her mother.  Mrs. Perez tells Kensi and Deeks that she was waiting for this day for the last 20-years.  Now she’d like to have one more day of not knowing that someone killed her daughter.  Grabbing Kensi’s arm, Mrs. Perez asks that they not give up on Britney this time.  Kensi promises.

In Ops, Rountree has been looking into Aaron Baker.  At 18, Baker was arrested for assault and battery, a charge that was pled down to a misdemeanor.  While he got away with that, his DNA is now in the system so it should be easy to match anything that can be retrieved from the tooth.  Fatima is still waiting for the files for the case to be sent – it is taking hours. 

Fatima is also investigating Petty Officer Jen Anderson, Perez’s roommate.  Anderson went AWOL days before Perez disappeared.  Rountree gets a text – the files are downstairs.  Fatima is surprised, her tablet didn’t beep when the files were sent.  The files were sent – physical files.  They are in charred yet damp banker boxes.  Daisy sent a note – the burn marks are from wildfires in 2009, the dampness from flooding in 2015.  Rountree leaves, saying “you’ve got this, right.”  Fatima is not pleased.

Callen and Sam approach a man asking if he’s Aaron Baker.  It’s Jack Baker, Aaron’s dad.  He’s working on a boat in the garage.  Jack Baker explains he’s been living with Aaron and Aaron’s wife Melissa since his house burned down in the Bell Canyon fires.  Aaron’s out and Jack is happy to tell him that NCIS stopped by – why were they stopping by.  When Callen says a cold case from 2003, Jack reacts poorly.  Since the documentary series, the family has gotten late night phone calls, people just showing up at the house, death threats.  Callen is sorry they had to go through that.  Before they leave, Sam fixes a knot on a boat.  Jack is impressed and asks if Sam is Navy.  When Sam says Senior Chief, Special Warfare, Jack is a bit more open.  Since Aaron and Melissa went shopping and will be back soon, Jack’s fine with Callen and Sam waiting inside the house.

Inside the house, Jack is showing some photos he has of his time during Desert Storm.  He was a Chief Petty Officer running the Beachmasters unit.  Aaron and Melissa arrive.  When Callen explains they are from NCIS and it is about Britney Perez, Melissa wants no part of the interview – the family has been through enough.  Callen tells them about Britney’s body being found.  “The sooner we have answers, the sooner this will be over for everyone,” Sam says.  Jack seems supportive of Callen and Sam so Aaron is open to answering questions.

Asked about what he was arguing about with Britney, Aaron doesn’t remember.  Jack is cheerleading for his son during the interview.  Things happened 20-years ago, hard to remember.  Sam asks if Aaron remember his roommate for 20-years ago.  He does – Kevin Phillips and they were friends at the time.  The two haven’t spoken in over a decade.  Before they plan on leaving, Callen asks if Aaron was willing to turn over his dental records.  Melissa puts her foot down – she considers this harassment.  She’s calling a lawyer and if they want his dental records, Callen and Sam need a warrant. 

Leaving the home, both Callen and Sam are sure Aaron remembers more than saying and Melissa knows that too.  They want Rountree to find Kevin Phillips to see what he remembers.  Callen gets a text from Daisy – they found DNA in the tooth.  They don’t need a warrant for Aaron’s dental records, they already have his DNA on file.

Coming down the stairs, Rountree asks how Fatima is doing with the physical files.  About half of the files belong to different cases.  What belongs to this case is either burned or moldy.  She also thinks there is something live in one of the boxes.  Rountree found Jen Anderson, who is living in Sun Valley.  She was arrested for drugs about five years ago and is currently on parole.  Kensi and Deeks are on their way to see her. 

Fatima finds a box of cassette tapes of interviews, amazed at the lack of technical prowess of the original investigators.  Rountree isn’t sure where they would find a cassette player.  Fatima is – Kilbride’s truck is in the carport.  He’s on vacation, probably having the time of his life, according to Rountree.  They can listen to the tapes in Kilbride’s truck.

Not having the time of his life – Kilbride.  Alex is explaining how the coffee he’s serving is from a farmer’s market downtown that has a direct connection with a coffeehouse in Guatemala.  The Admiral doesn’t much care about the coffee.  The Admiral knows what’s going on.  Alex admits he’s back in rehab, sticking with the program and going to meetings.  The Admiral is happy to hear it.  Alex thinks everything is so weird.  Kilbride is willing to go back to the last conversation the two had.  Things are going downhill fast.

When Kilbride complains that things aren’t that easy for him either, Alex asks why Kilbride is even there. Alex realizes “Mom asked you to come.”  Alex is annoyed that his mother couldn’t leave well enough along.  “If you were ‘well enough’ she never would have asked,” Kilbride replies.  He’s angry that Alex was given every opportunity, given anything a person could ask for.  Alex tells his father he didn’t ask for what he’s got now.  Kilbride replies he didn’t turn it down either. 

Exasperated, Alex says he wasn’t born ready to take on the world like Kilbride was.  Kilbride disagrees – the only difference between the two of them was “I didn’t fold up like a cheap suit every time life got hard.”  Imitating his father offering advice like “suck it up” and “take it like a man”, Alex asked if he missed any not helpful pieces of advice.  Pausing a beat, Kilbride tells Alex he’s there to help.  Alex thinks that help is 40-years too late.  “I don’t want your help.  Just go.”  Alex is sure Kilbride has more important work to do.  Grabbing his coat and hat, Kilbride leaves.

In the cold case lab, Callen brings up Emily instead of Stacy, another possible plus one for the wedding.  Callen thinks Emily is a much better fit for the wedding.  Daisy arrives.  The tooth is inconclusive when it comes to a match for Aaron Baker.  The pool of suspects is basically anyone living in Los Angeles in 2003.  Callen asks about forensic genealogy – that’s how they found the Golden State Killer.  Daisy says TV makes that all look too easy.  They would have to build out a family tree, that takes time, and other family members who put in their DNA for genealogy.  But she’ll get her staff working on that.  When Daisy leaves, Sam mentions he really likes Daisy.  Callen wants to know if that’s in a plus-one sort of way.  Rountree calls – he found Kevin Phillips.  Phillips has been working in Long Beach for a masonry firm.  Before that, several years in prison for wire fraud and falsifying records.  Baker’s alibi was from a convicted liar.  And it is a non-violent crime so Phillips’s DNA wouldn’t be in the system.  Callen and Sam want to talk to Phillips.

While Fatima listens to some really bad detective work in Kilbride’s truck, Rountree pretends the Admiral has returned.  Fatima isn’t all that amused.  She updates Rountree on what she’s learned.  Perez spoke to her CO before she disappeared.  The CO on the tape said Perez wanted to report a crime for her roommate but he thought it was just a he said/she said situation.  If they reported every he said/she said situation to NCIS, NCIS would stop taking the base’s calls.  Perez was forced to take matters in her own hands by confronting Baker.  But since she already reported the crime, Baker would have no reason to silence Perez.  Unless she was willing to take her claims to a larger audience.

Continuing his litany of dangerous things for Rosa to stay away from, Deeks has vetoed the Girl Scouts, academic decathlon, choir and ceramics.  “What sort of a manic lets minors around a kiln?” Deeks asks.  At Jen Anderson’s door, Deeks knocks and someone starts shooting through the door.  Kensi goes out back to find Anderson washed all her sheets and they’re all hanging on clothes lines.  A man shoots at Kensi.  She returns fire, hitting him on the leg.  When Deeks joins Kensi in the backyard, they hear something at the back door.  It is Jen Anderson.

The man shooting at Kensi is Anderson’s friend Marcus, “a narcissistic idiot”, who thought Kensi and Deeks were there to arrest him.  Seems he had a lot of drugs with him.  Marcus is going to jail for a long time for drugs and shooting at Federal Agents.  Deeks asks Anderson about Aaron Baker and Britney Perez 20-years ago.   When Anderson asks if Kensi spoke to Baker about “it”, Kensi said they did.  Anderson walks away while Deeks deals with LAPD.

Gently, Kensi pushes Anderson to talk about what happened with Aaron Baker.  They can’t solve Perez’s case without her.  Anderson tells Kensi that Baker “assaulted” her.  Took her life away while his went on without a worry in the world.  Anderson left the Navy.  Perez was the only person who knew what happened.  She was a good friend to Anderson who wouldn’t let Baker walk around free as Anderson was losing her career.  Perez reported the crime against Anderson’s wishes.  Anderson left the day Perez reported the crime.  A few days later, Perez’s disappearance was all over the news.  Anderson didn’t speak to investigators – if they didn’t believe Perez, they weren’t going to believe her.

Kevin Phillips is on the wrong side of the desk in Interrogation.  Aaron Baker may have been Phillips’s best friend but he wouldn’t lie for him.  Sam asks if Phillips is lying for himself.  He swears he had no reason to kill Perez.  Sam sees a way that Philips, knowing that Baker had a Navy family, would protect Baker from the harm caused Perez’s accusations.  Phillips is firm – Baker didn’t kill Perez and he didn’t kill Perez.  Callen asks Phillips to prove it – provide a DNA sample.  Phillips agrees. 

As Callen goes to speak with Daisy, Sam questions Phillip about his reaction to Sam’s Navy-oriented question.  Sam wonders how serious Aaron Baker was about the Navy.  Phillips admits that Baker liked the Navy because it helped his dating life.  When Baker would get blackout drunk – which was all the time – he’d speak about his father.  Jack Baker would bully his son, calling him a failure and a disgrace to the family.  Sam asks if Jack Baker knew about Perez’s accusations.  He did.

Daisy puts the kibosh on a DNA test for Kevin Phillips.  A deeper look into the DNA again a genealogy search matched Aaron Baker – a partial match.  Sam arrives, asking if it a 50% match.  It is.  Daisy would need to see a DNA sample for Jack Baker.  Callen has just the man for the case.

Wearing Artie, Deeks is trash pail diving around the Baker home.  He’s not happy about the assignment.  Kensi is taking photos of Deeks to support the chain of custody.  Under the Abandoned DNA Act, any genetic material left in a public place can be used by law enforcement.   Chanting he has a law degree and loves his job, Deeks is picking through the regular trash.

Jack Baker leaves the home, dropping paint cans and rubber gloves into the recycling pail.  The gloves would have DNA so Deeks goes to retrieve them, muttering all the way.  As Deeks gets into the recycling pail, Jack Baker tries to run Deeks off.  Deeks knocks down the pail, yells “I am Spartacus” and shows Kensi he has the gloves.  Fatima and Rountree listen in to all this.

As Kilbride is Ubering back to the airport, the driver mentions that a tough day can be forgotten by showering and a good night sleep.  Kilbride instead, returns to Alex’s apartment.  Alex asks why Kilbride is there.  Kilbride replies he’s there to do something he should have done years ago.

In the cold cases lab, Daisy confirms to Kensi and Deeks that the DNA on the gloves is a 100% match.  Kensi calls that into Ops – they’ll meet Callen and Sam at the Baker home but Jack Baker is gone.  He left to go to the hardware store – LAPD had him under surveillance – but lost him in the store.  Fatima is trying to track his truck with GPS.  He was at a storage facility in Van Nuys.  Rountree has security cam photos of Jack Baker removing a rifle from his storage unit and putting it in his truck.  Kensi sighs – Jack Baker knows NCIS is coming for him, “and that’s not good,” according to Deeks.

On the freeway, Callen and Sam are trying to find Jack Baker.  He’s going north – to Castaic Lake.  Kensi and Deeks are about 15-minutes behind Callen and Sam.  There was a hit and run by Aaron Baker’s house – with Baker’s BMW.  Kensi and Deeks are going to Aaron Baker’s home to see if Aaron was making a run for it.  Callen and Sam will deal with Jack Baker. 

At Castaic Lake, Sam looks around Jack Baker’s truck – the rifle is gone. 

Kensi and Deeks cut off Aaron Baker, ordering him out of his car.  Saying he doesn’t have time for this, he’s afraid his father is going to hurt himself.  Or something worse. 

On comms, Kensi warns Callen and Sam that Jack Baker may be on a suicide mission.  Callen and Sam realize Jack Baker wants to kill himself but wants Callen and Sam to do the actual killing.  Sam sees Baker and starts approaching him.  When Baker stops, he complains “that bitch” was going to ruin his son’s life.  Sam disagrees – Aaron ruined his own life by his actions.  Baker claims he was doing what any father would do – protect his son.  Again Sam disagrees – Baker killed a woman who was doing the right thing.  Baker promises he won’t die in prison.  He turns his gun on Sam and tries to fire.  Sam shoots Baker.  Looking at the body, Sam realizes Baker had the safety on.

“Great, I miss all the fun,” Daisy says as she pulls up to the crime scene.  She wanted to know how the story ends.  Callen asks if they can send back the file boxes.  The OSP would like the file boxes to be returned.  Asked what she’s going to do now, Daisy has lots of cold cases – she’ll work on them until there are none left.  Callen wonders how many cold cases are there.  She doesn’t keep count.  She’d like Callen and Sam to join her – she could always use another body or two.  Probably phrased wrong. 

As Daisy goes to see what’s going on, Callen gets a text.  Stacey has a date for the wedding but Emily is still looking for a plus one.  Sam is sure Emily can find a date for the wedding.  Callen pushes until Sam relents.  He’d like to get to know Emily – really know her as his plus one.  Maybe Callen, Sam, Anna and Emily can go for a fancy dinner Friday – Callen’s treat.�� Then next Friday, pricey sushi – Callen’s treat.  Then there’s a private chef that will cook for couples.  Callen walks way, even threatens to walk home.  Sam is sure his days of fending off plus one offers are done.

Jen Anderson texts Kensi.  She’s going public with her accusations against Aaron Blake.  Maybe her telling the truth will give strength to other victims.  Deeks puts his arms around Kensi.

Mrs. Perez lights a floating candle at Castaic Lake.

Daisy puts the tooth and DNA into an evidence bag.  Putting it all in a freezer where there are thousands of vials of DNA, she says, “one down, hundreds to go.”

In his apartment, Alex explains to his father that his marriage is over.  Kilbride wants to know what can he do for Alex.  “Talking help,” he explains.   Admitting the truth, Alex says he doesn’t have a new client, his firm let him go.  Kilbride already knew.  Alex found talking to his father “nice.”  Alex notes that Kilbride was going to miss his flight – until he realizes that Kilbride already missed the flight.  Kilbride will be sacking out on the couch, enjoying another cup of coffee with his son. 

What head canon can be formed from here:    There are probably two really good episodes here but because the Drona drama has to eat up lots of episodes, the two great storylines were crammed into one good but not great episode. 

There were two really good episodes in this episode but by cutting and pasting them together, there was one good episode instead. 

Cramming the two episodes together, you had a theme of parents and their children.  Fathers – Deeks, Kilbride and Jack Baker – and mothers – Kensi, Mrs. Perez.  Deeks had the easy part – he was playing it for laughs but with his history in the public defenders office, the LAPD and now with NCIS, he knows how badly things can go for young people in the world.  Also knowing how badly things can go for young people in the world is Kilbride.  Kilbride wound up with the career and code in life to live by.  That wasn’t want Alex needed and Kilbride did not have the ability to deal with his issues.  Jack Baker seemingly forced his career on his son who had no interest in the code a man should live by.  So Jack Baker murdered an innocent woman to keep his son’s future bright. 

With Kensi and Mrs. Perez, you have two women who want/wanted their daughters to go out into the world to be the best versions of themselves.  Deeks’s over-the-top worries about Rosa’s safety is undercut by how Britney Perez did all the right things – protected and friend, fought for justice – and spent 20-years drowned in the trunk of her car.

There should have been a solo episode about Britney Perez’s disappearance and one solo episode about Kilbride with his son/Kensi and Deeks dealing with Rosa’s future. 

Loved, loved, loved Daisy.  Memo to the surviving NCIS and the possible new NCIS.  Find something for Daisy to do in either 2024 or in the past with the young Gibbs/young Mike Frank.  This was a program that spent years with limited recurring characters – how great would it have been to have Hetty and Daisy mixing things up in season four.

One good episode that could have been two great hours.

Episode number:   This is episode number 319, the 17th episode of season 14.

[toogayforthistoday]

The Drama Llamas™️ have knives this year, so I have nothing finished for today, so I'm just gonna scream this from the rooftops

*clears throat*

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TOUYA!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!

I do have a blerb I was working on, but like said, Drama Llamas™️ have knives. So hopefully it'll be up soonish~

~Gabe

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You ever make a playlist for your writing project-in-progress? How about making a playlist for your OTP? I did both at the same time, and because I no longer have any shame, I'm going to share it here for everyone's enjoyment. Click above to listen, click below to read through what songs are on it.

"Love to Be Loved" by Peter Gabriel

And I let go.

I can let go of it.

Though it takes all the strength in me,

And all the world can see

I'm losing such a central part of me,

I can let go of it.

You know I need it!

You know I need it!

I recognize how much I've lost,

But I cannot face the cost,

'Cause I love to be loved.

"Love Like You" by Rebecca Sugar

I always thought I might be bad.

Now I'm sure that it's true.

Because I think you're so good,

And I'm nothing like you.

Look at you go, I just adore you!

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special.

"One Caress" by Depeche Mode

When you think you've tried every road,

Every avenue,

Take one more look at what you found old,

And in it, you'll find something new.

Oh, girl,

Lead me into your darkness!

When this world is trying its hardest to leave me unimpressed,

Just one caress

From you, and I'm blessed.

"What Can I Do For You?" by Rebecca Sugar (I think... I know she wrote a lot of the music for Steven Universe but idk about this song specifically)

Human man, you are so much fun!

I hadn't planned on finding you quite so entertaining.

I like your band, I like your song.

I like the way human beings play.

I like playing along!

"Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses" by U2

You're an accident waiting to happen.

You're a piece of glass left there on the beach.

Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to,

And you leave me just out of reach.

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?

Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?

Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?

"Judas" by Depeche Mode

You can fulfill your wildest ambitions,

And I'm sure you will lose your inhibitions.

So open yourself to me,

Risk your health for me,

If you want my love.

"Song For Someone" by U2

You let me into a conversation,

A conversation only we could make.

You break and enter my imagination.

Whatever's in there, it's yours to take.

I was told I'd feel nothing the first time.

You were slow to heal,

But this could be the night.

"Cosmonauts" by Fiona Apple

When I met you, I was fine with my nothing.

I grew with you and now I've changed.

What I've become is someone I can't be without your loving.

Be good to me; it isn't a game.

Now let me see, it's you and me,

Forgive a good God.

How do you suppose that we've survived?

Come on, that's right, left, right,

Make lighter all the heavier,

'Cause you and I will be like a couple of cosmonauts.

Except with way more gravity than when we started off.

"Someone Who Loves Me" by Sara Bareilles

Surrender's just a word 'til you try it out,

And see how hard it is to hurt with someone else around.

I'm the worst I've ever been,

Afraid of almost everything.

The skies are clear, but storms are always coming.

Your gift to me is just to be

Bracing for the winds I always summon.

My home, my heart- thank God you are

Someone who loves me!

"Absolute Beginners" by David Bowie

I've nothing much to offer.

There's nothing much to take.

I'm an absolute beginner,

And I'm absolutely sane.

As long as we're together,

The rest can go to hell.

I absolutely love you,

But we're absolute beginners.

With eyes completely open,

But nervous all the same.

"All That" by Sparks

All the smiles and all the frowns

And all the ups and all the downs

And all the fears that you would soon be gone.

You ignore my gaping flaws,

And I see you, and I'm in awe.

And look outside, it's very nearly dawn.

I can't believe my luck in meeting you!

Hey, help me out, I can't find my left shoe.

[boozy-the-ghost]

Get to Know Your Moots

Thank you for the tag @fluentmoviequoter ily

What’s the origin of your blog title?

I love Frank Iero and his music. This silly little doodle of his became my persona of sort in my head. I'm just a sad ghost it fit me perfect, so it stuck.

OTP(s) + Ship Names

Okay currently ig it's Jayce x Viktor (jayvik) from Arcane! I usually am not the biggest shipper bc all my faves either are aroace or I hc them as such hehe But I also love toxic Victor x Eli (evervalr) from Vicious because I love the dark fucked up thing they have there, AND Victor x Mitch QPR (literally canon fr) My one and only straight ship is Kaz x Inej (kanej) from Sic of Crows bc they were obviously meant for eachother

Favorite Color

Pastel blue has been my answer since I was a little kid 🩵

Favorite Game

I don't really play games tbh but I like watching playthroughs on yt and Undertale was my favorite and changed my brain chemistry forever

Song Stuck in Your Head

For the love of god by Mindless self indulgence

Weirdest Habit/Trait

I can't sit in a chair like a normal person for the life of me I always crisscross applesauce or fold my legs under me

Hobbies

Reading, drawing, trying to pet stray cats, laying in bed and feeling doomed.

If you work, what’s your profession?

Currently a dental X-ray tech, but hopefully not for long. I wanna get a degree and become an actual X-ray tech.

If you could have ANY job, what would it be?

Surgeon

Something You’re Good At

That's a tough question... I've always been proud of my english ig (not my native language)

Something You’re Bad At

Literally everything lol but lets go with socializing

Something You Love

Chocolate, Bread, Cats. The only good things to come from humanity

Something You Could Talk About for Hours Off the Cuff

I don't think I can handle talking about ANYTHING for hours tbh

Something You Hate

Conflict

Something You Collect

Trinkets, little silly things I find on the ground or my friends give me, stickers, lighters, hot wheels

Something You Forgot

I don't remember??

Love Language

Gift giving (all my moots know lol)

Favorite Movie/TV Show

Movies: Alice in Wonderland, Eduard Scissorhands

TV Shows: Psych, House MD, The Witcher s1, Arcane

Favorite Food

Any pastry filled with cheese or chicken

Favorite Animal

KITTIES

What were you like as a child?

Weird and quiet and shy.

Favorite School Subject

Biology

Least Favorite Subject

History

What’s your best character trait?

Kind

What’s your worst character trait?

Ive been told I'm stubborn

If you could change any detail of your job right now, what would it be?

My coworker who takes advantage of me and my boss that lets it happen

If you could travel through time, who would you most like to meet?

Picasso

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics!

Portrait of a Bastard as a Young Man

Tags: @autumnleopard @sleepy-kiddo

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buck & bucky for the character ask game!! 🌹

HI ELLIOT im gonna be honest i havent rewatched mota since it aired so this isnt going to be as thorough as it could be. also im combining them into one entity. bucknbucky. yeah

how i feel about these characters

again, being real: i haven't thought abt them a lot since [checks notes] january BUT i do appreciate their contribution to the long hbo war tradition of dark haired depressive asshole + lighter haired normal guy who has his own deep-seated weirdness going on behind the scenes. individually i rly love bucky's arc and although i still can't see him without immediately going 🫵 ELVIS, i think austin did a bang up job playing buck 👍

all the people i ship romantically with these characters

aside from each other uhhh let's go bucky/buck/marge threesome. or curt. im also kinda fond of bucky/rosie for a one night stand that neither of them ever mention

my non-romantic otp for these characters

the bucks + kidd!! gotta get ed ash in there somehow and i like their vibe together

my unpopular opinion about these characters

......i dont think i have one lmao SORRY i havent spent enough time specifically in the mota fandom to see what constitutes a popular opinion

one thing i wish had happened with these characters in canon

suckin it sloppy style in the stalag. i mean showing bucky as buck's best man at his wedding for bonus sad cunt content 🤌

send me a character!

[flyfish1999]

Tatsuya for the ask game B)

yippee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks so much boss ^_^)/ i love tatsuya ! everyone else who is reading this ... go play persona 2 right now !!!!! replaying it and thinking about it a lot lately has just deepened my love for both persona and smt . its really so amazing . anyway, let's positive thinking! and go :D [SPOILERS AHEAD !]

favourite thing about them: i really do think he's the most autistic persona protagonist eheheh ^_^ i love all of his intriguing + strange characteristics (like the engine imitations and um . bisexuality . and how in ep he buys a new lighter even though it's obviously not the same cuz he's so used to having one .. guh) and how he's still COOL, and like, FUN and KIND and ADMIRED. even his unwavering resolve in ep after he's been broken down .... i really look up to him a lot to be honest ^_^)/

least favourite thing about them: nope ! nothing ! the more i think about him the more i love him unconditionally .

favourite line: tatsuya's scenario in psp punishment makes me so so so sick in the head . but i replay it like once every two months anyway "if you want my life, i'll give it to you. if you tell me to fall into darkness, i'll do it. but i won't let anyone have their way with Maya-nee... or this world where my friends live." like the whole thing makes me sob and cry uncontrollably . i would quote it all here if i had any less self-control ^_^;;

brOTP: i love how the cast of innocent sin especially is sointerwoven with their friendships ... i just can't pick one !!!!!!!!! i can't pick ^_^ the team in that game is phenomenal .. not really brOTP .. but tatsuya and katsuya have such an interesting relationship to me, and feel like real brothers . i love it :] !!!!!!!!!

OTP: ofc ... tatsujun . their tiny victories in this godforsaken world are everything to me

nOTP: odd one ... because i love unrequited/otherwise impossible tatsumaya ... but i just can't stand it when it actually happens ? ^_^;; it's so much more interesting to me if it doesn't happen ! but there is still something kind of there ... if you get what i mean !

random headcanon: i like to think about what happens on the other side after tatsuya returns there at the end of ep . i think he and katsuya make up (as much as they can anyways) and look after a vegetable patch ... +++ shiori being a big sis to tatsuya ! i love shiori so much ... i wish we got to see more of them interacting !!

unpopular opinion: i feel like a little hater saying this after waxing poetic about how much i love him ... but i prefer maya as a protagonist ! it's not because of the adult-oriented perspective of ep ... i just think he works better and more interestingly as a party member ! and maya is so fun to play as ^_^)/ !!!!!

song i associate with them: can't believe im saying this ... but karma police by radiohead ^_^;; ! it fits so well imo !!!!!

favourite picture of them: now you're finished playing p2 readers ... go listen to errors of their youth !!!!!!!!!! its so good !!!!!! and the cover art with tatsujun at the mic is adorable :p

[sikyurame]

You know what’s funny?? This is my second time writing this draft ffddf

Anyways more details under the cut

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Yes, yes. Fatal as in Willow gets hurt and she succumbs to death. Dark and dreary, like all my midnight thoughts.

I had to rethink this over yesterday. Like, what situation would be so dire that it would lead to Donald and Gyro losing their daughter?? And I had two ideas:

My first thought was an adversary Duck Avenger. Now, I will admit this is trash, but Willow existing in the universe with the lighter tone paperinik stories compared to the more serious PK series ASIDE. A villain who loathes Duck Avenger to the point where they’d harm a child, peaks my interest. If we wanna take it further, maybe it’s like a ticking clock situation, where Duck Avenger and Gyro can’t find Willow and are left with clues to try and find her (and y’know…they get the bad ending :0).

Who’s the villain?? I don’t know, but can you imagine if it was a Beagle Boy?? That would be crazy 👀

Okay the second thought is more tragic…so what if it was one of Gyro’s invention that did this. It wasn’t planned or anything, more like an accident, that wasn’t supposed to happen. Can you imagine all that guilt?? Something you made caused the death of your child??

…I’m only realizing now that this goes deeper if you take into account that Donald and Gyro’s relationship would be in shambles. Is Gyro to be blamed?? It was his invention, he was supposed to be watching his daughter. But also Donald wasn’t around, so he should’ve been watching over Willow too.

Dang…what a way to destroy my otp FFDDF

I was lying in bed last night and I started thinking about what if Willow got fatally injured and it was just Donald and Gyro trying to save their lil kiddo

[radionewsie]

Just showing my favourite boy around my Island in New Horizons~

Here's the piece I was working on, on stream, all finished up!!! I'm super proud of how it turned out! It looks so freaking good!

I don't always draw selfship art, but when I do~

I want to actually post more of my art instead of just working on it on streams. And if there's enough interest, I might open a redbubble~

Be sure to check out my twitch streams here and my youtube streams here