#Pegasus Leaks

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Getting Caught | Choi San ft. Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Established Choi San x Fem!Reader, Jeong Yunho x Reader (implied to happen)

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: San gets needy before dance practice with the boys, so you decide to help him out

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: Reader is called princess, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, degradation, just so much blowjob description, Yunho is lowkey a voyeur

A/N: Unedited as always. Lemme know what you thikn

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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Dating a person like San meant going out of your way to make time for the two of you, even more so with him being an idol. It meant spending time with the other members too, not that you minded that part, but most of all it meant that finding time for just the two of you was difficult. So it wasn't unusual for you to end up sitting in a practice room while San danced his ass off, trying to get a head start on the choreography that he and the group were supposed to be working on in a little while when the others got there.

You were watching, always in awe of San's stage presence and how vastly different it was to the man you knew in real life. Your phone with whatever idle game you'd been playing was discarded in your lap, your attention fully on the way San moved, the roll of his hips, the sharp movements of his arms that made his biceps flex, the way his shirt rode up just enough to give you a glimpse of his stomach. You swallowed.

"See something you like?" He asks, startling you out of your thoughts. You laughed, handing him his water bottle as he walked over to you.

"Of course I do. Why else do you think I come here?" You shot back. He took a drink from his bottle before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

"For my dazzling personality?" He asked, catching your lips again. You hummed, pulling him down so he was closer. Lord knows he needed a rest. He landed on his knees, surprisingly gracefully and drew you closer. You would have whined about his sweat slicked skin against yours but then his mouth was on you again, tongue drawing over your lip until you let him in. You whined into his mouth as his tongue worked against yours, exploring your mouth while his hands gripped at your sides.

"Sannie," You whined as his lips moved down over your jaw, along your pulsepoint to suck harshly. You could feel his lips curl proudly at the reaction he earned. "The boys are gonna be here soon and they're gonna catch you all worked up."

You were trying to keep your mind reasonable, really you were, but you weren't always good at that. Especially when your boyfriend's warm hands were pushing your shirt up, gliding along your sides, brushing against the cups of your bra and teasing your nipples through the thing material.

"Then you should help me out before they get here. Right, princess? Don't want your Sannie getting caught with a hard on, do you?" He asked, bringing your hand to rub against the outline of his cock through his sweats. You should have argued, or tried to reason with him in any way, but you couldn't when you could feel how badly he wanted you.

You got up on your knees, and the second you did he was springing to his feet, already pushing his pants and underwear down enough for his cock to spring out. It was so pretty, long and leaking precum that ran down the underside. You reached out, wrapping a hand around his length and stroking him slowly, dipping your thumb into his slit and revelling in the way he whined for you.

You let go of him, suckling your thumb into your mouth and tasting him before leaning forward and dragging your tongue from base to tip, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sucking gently. His hand slid into your hair, and you slowly bobbed your head lower, taking him inch by inch and swirling your tongue against the underside of his shaft the way he liked.

"Just like that. Such a perfect mouth, I'm so lucky." He hissed. His free hand pressed against the mirrored wall behind you, holding himself steady as you picked up your pace. The head of his cock was nudging into your throat, making you gag, but you never pulled away. He looked down at your watery eyes looking right back up to him as a mix of your spit and his precum leaked from the corners of your stretched lips.

He pushed deeper, hips starting to roll to meet your mouth, holding you on his dick while your throat constricted and spasmed around him. The sounds of your gags and his moans filled the practice room, and you could feel your own arousal leaking between your thighs at the feeling. When he pulled you off of his cock completely, your face was streaked with tears, lips swollen and glossy, and fuck if he didn't think you were the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen.

You pouted at him, trying to get his cock back in your mouth, but he tugged at your hair, earning a surprised whimper from you.

"Sannie, please. Please, want it so bad. Wanna suck your dick, want you to use my mouth. Please." You begged, scalp stinging from the way he was still gripping your hair. He let go then, smoothing his hand over the back of your head.

"Such a cockdrunk little thing. Cute. Want me to cum down your throat? Fuck your face like the perfect toy you are?" He asked. You nodded eagerly, shifting on your knees and feeling the bruises threatening to bloom if you didn't move soon. But you didn't care, too focused on the thought of him fucking your throat raw.

Then he was guiding your head back to his dick, sliding in easily and holding the back of your head still so he could fuck into your mouth frantically. He knew time was running out, but he'd give anything to just keep feeling you. He'd never been with anyone so eager to suck him off for as long as you were. Fucking perfect. He groaned, sweat rolling down his tanned skin as he listened to the filthy sounds of his cock filling your mouth.

He was so close, and you were looking at him with those eyes that always did him in, and then the door was swinging open.

"Am I interrupting?" Yunho's voice carried through the room, a tone of disgust blending with the undeniable intrigue that laced his words. San pulled his cock out of your mouth, scrambling to pull his boxers back up and leaving you looking between the two in mild panic.

Yunho examined the situation, his own dick twitching with interest. He'd always thought you were sexy, San knew it and loved to tease him about it. And there you were, perched so pretty on your knees with your lips swollen and glossed with spit, your hair messy from having San's hands tugging at it so much, and the prettiest doe eyes he'd ever seen. He scoffed, tossing his bag down by the door.

"Don't stop on my account. Better finish before the others get here." He said. San looked like he was about to combust, but it was obvious that he wanted nothing more than to keep going.

"Do you need help too, Yunnie?" You asked, already tugging at San's boxers. He hesitated for a moment, but then he was pushing them down, stroking his dick and waiting for Yunho to answer so he could have your attention back. Yunho let out a giggle, one of delight and maybe a little bashfulness.

"Think you have time for both of us?" He asked. You lit up, nodding eagerly. And before you knew it San was sliding his length back into your mouth, stroking your cheek gently as you returned to sucking him off.

"Trust me, hyung. You'll blow the second you feel her mouth."

"Is that a challenge?" Yunho asked, palming his growing bulge through his pants. San shook his head, groaning when you deepthroated him.

"Not a challenge. It's a promise." He said. And you hummed at the praise. It was a promise you were determined to keep.

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[zvaigzdelasas]

Haaretz reported that “Israel has exported a very wide range of weapons to the country [Azerbaijan] – starting with Tavor assault rifles all the way to the most sophisticated systems such as radar, air defense, antitank missiles, ballistic missiles, ships and a wide range of drones, both for intelligence and attack purposes. Israeli companies have also supplied advanced spy tech, such as communications monitoring systems from Verint and the Pegasus spyware from the NSO Group – tools that were used against journalists, the LGBT community and human rights activists in Azerbaijan, too.” The Stockholm International Peace Institute wrote: “Israel’s defense exports to Azerbaijan began in 2005 with the sale of the Lynx multiple launch rocket systems by Israel Military Industries (IMI Systems), which has a range of 150 kilometers (92 miles). IMI, which was acquired by Elbit Systems in 2018, also supplied LAR-160 light artillery rockets with a range of 45 kilometers, which, according to a report from Human Rights Watch, were used by Azerbaijan to fire banned cluster munitions at residential areas in Nagorno-Karabakh,” even though Israel and 123 other countries have banned the use of cluster bombs. Haaretz reported: “In 2007, Azerbaijan signed a contract to buy four intelligence-gathering drones from Aeronautics Defense Systems. It was the first deal of many. In 2008 it purchased 10 Hermes 450 drones from Elbit Systems and 100 Spike antitank missiles produced by Rafael Advanced Defense Systems and in 2010 it bought another 10 intelligence-gathering drones. Soltam Systems, owned by Elbit, sold it ATMOS self-propelled guns and 120-millimeter Cardom mortars, and in 2017 Azerbaijan’s arsenal was supplemented with the more advanced Hanit mortars. According to the telegram leaked in Wikileaks, a sale of advanced communications equipment from Tadiran was also signed in 2008.”

8 Mar 23

[aesteraceae]

Count

Pairing: 3racha (Chan, Changbin, Jisung) x AFAB Reader

Summary: After weeks of not touching them, you come up with a game for your next meeting with the boys.

Tags under the cut!

Tags: Sub Chan, sub Changbin, sub Jisung, Dom reader, vibrators, crying, begging, overstimulation, spanking, bondage, cumming untouched, mommy kink, noona kink, breast play, degradation, reader is kinda mean in this, grinding, subspace

Taglist: @sunnyville36 @snow-pegasus @toastyseungmo @sstarryreads

See, when you go on a world tour where 90% of your time is spent on a stage or on your way to a stage, it's difficult to get time for sleep, let alone sex.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Chan, Changbin, and Jisung have a problem.

And even after, the next 3 weeks are spent doing more promotions, sleeping, eating, working, working, working.

The first actual break they get is 4 weeks after the tour ends — one full weekend completely to themselves.

And naturally, they call you.

Your sexual relationship with the unit had been strained somewhat while they were so busy, restricted only to sexting or moaned promises late at night.

Which is why you're delighted to receive a call with Jisung on the other end, already moaning into the receiver.

And that's how you ended up here, 3 needy boys on the bed, all nude and desperate.

A bit of convincing and tickets to a new movie got the other members out of the dorms for at least a few hours, so you're alone, with the boys completely at your mercy.

You lean against the wall, watching them.

They're lined up shoulder to shoulder, all with their hands behind their backs and secured to the headboard. Jisung and Changbin are busy making out, while Chan sits with his eyes shut tight and head rolled back.

And, your favorite part, they all have vibrators inside them.

They're just on a low setting now, but you'd come to realize that the three of them were extremely sensitive.

If you had to decide, Changbin was probably taking it the best. He'd only just started leaking precum, and the vibrators had been on for almost 10 minutes now. He seems more preoccupied with kissing Jisung breathless than the vibrator, but his hips still fuck up into nothing every so often.

Jisung and Chan, though...

Well. They weren't crying yet, if that said anything.

Jisung probably has it harder than Chan right now, driven insane by Changbin's lips and tongue, a treat you let yourself indulge in as often as you could. He's tried thrashing against the restraints, but the handcuffs are solid. If Changbin couldn't break through them, Jisung definitely didn't stand a chance at it.

His little whines don't go unnoticed by you, but they're somewhat drowned out by Chan.

He's been babbling since the moment you turned on the toy, moaning and writhing, and you're convinced that he could cum like this if you gave him enough time.

You tuck that idea away for later and finally approach the bed, kneeling in front of them.

You snap in front of Changbin and Jisung's faces to get their attention, but Changbin just glares at you and kisses Jisung harder.

You put your hand behind your back to suppress the urge to pull them apart by the hair, and instead reach for the small counter toy on the nightstand.

You bought it a few months ago to count how many times you could get Jisung to orgasm, but it hasn't been used for much else. Today, though, you planned to use it for something else.

You add one tick to the counter, making a distinct clicking noise, and Jisung pulls back, startled.

"Good, now that you two are done fucking like rabbits, I can speak."

You don't hide the annoyance in your voice, smiling a little at how Changbin winces, scolded.

"As you heard, I have the counter out. Since it's been so long since I've had my hands on you three, I've come up with a little game."

You show them the little device, and you watch Jisung swallow hard at it.

"Every single time any of you disobey, I'll add a point. I decide how many depending on what you messed up. Then, I'll make all 3 of you cum as many times as the counter says."

Chan moans particularly loudly, and you can't help but glare at him.

"I'm talking. Shut up."

He just gets louder, shuddering, and you reach over to smack his thigh, admiring the red spot it leaves.

Chan sobs, folding over himself with a shout, and you watch, startled, as he fucks up into nothing.

"Chan."

"I'm sorry! It- it snuck up on me, and I didn't even- I'm sorry, I know I should have asked, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Sometimes, when you're in softer moods, it's difficult to tease Chan. He cries so easily, and he always looks so pitiful and overwhelmed when he does something wrong that it makes you want to hold him, rather than punish him.

Other times, like now, all you can think about is how you can make him cry harder.

"God, are you really that pathetic? I knew you were easy but come on, Chan. It's the lowest level."

He sobs, still babbling out apologies, but you just click your tongue and add 3 points to the counter. Feigning annoyance, you grab his hair and drag his head back up.

"Be quiet. How am I supposed to hear myself think while you're screaming like a child?"

Chan gasps and closes his mouth.

He still sniffles every now and then, but like the good boy he is, you can barely hear him now.

"Good. Because you listened well, I'll take off one of the points, yeah?"

He nods, tears still pouring down his cheeks. "Thank you, mommy."

"Mhm. Don't let that happen again. You'll be having all the orgasms you want and more soon enough."

"Yes, mommy. I'm sorry for- for being greedy."

Gosh, he just made it so hard to stay mad at him.

Against your better judgment, you pet his hair. "I know. I know you're a good boy, Channie."

He seems to calm down at that, and you turn towards the other two, satisfied.

"Okay. Hm, who to use first..."

You tap your chin, watching each of them squirm.

After a moment you snap your fingers and reach behind Jisung, untying him from the headboard and leading him to lie over your thighs.

"Noona? Are you-"

A loud smack muffles whatever he was about to say, and you watch him shove his face into the sheets.

"Because I know how much of a slut you are for it, I'm going to spank you. Count each one, if you mess up or cum without permission I'll add the number you missed to the counter."

Jisung whines, hips already rutting against your thigh. "Yes, noona. I'll be good."

"I doubt it." You murmur, before spanking him 6 times in quick succession.

"Jesus-" Jisung whines, obviously stunned by how harsh the slaps were, and you sigh as you add 6 points to the counter.

"They're very simple rules. Are all 3 of you going to be dumb whores tonight?"

You dig your nails into Jisung's thigh, spreading his legs to expose more of the plug.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry noona, I'll be good!"

"Shut the fuck up. I don't care about what you have to say, understand me? You saying you'll be good doesn't mean anything if you can't even get through one order."

Jisung sniffles, but he raises his hips, as if inviting you to try again.

You only smack him once this time, and he only gasps before gritting out "Seven."

"That's more like it."

He does remarkably well, all things considered. He gets all the way to 24, sniffling and sobbing but reciting each number perfectly.

That is, until you smack him directly over the plug in his ass.

Admittedly, he's good at hiding it. He just lets out one choked whine and then he goes silent, but you can feel the wetness on your thighs.

You click your tongue and take your time adding all 25 points to the counter, holding Jisung's hips up to make sure he doesn't get a full orgasm.

"Stupid whore. How hard is it for you two to wait for permission? It's a shame, too, I was going to let you cum once you got to 30."

You drag him off of you by the hair, guiding him back to the headboard and tying him up again.

"Changbin."

You let your voice drop down into something sweet and tempting, sitting up in front of him so his face is directly in front of your chest.

"You'll be a good boy, won't you? You'll do anything if it means you get to see mommy's tits, huh?"

He doesn't even look at you, practically hypnotized, and you bounce slightly just to see the way his pupils dilate.

"Yeah. I wanna touch them, can I please?"

You click your tongue, sliding up so you're straddling his hips.

"I don't know, baby, do you deserve it?"

Changbin nods, and you can tell it's taking everything he has not to lean forward and smother himself in your chest.

"Aww, does my baby really want to see mommy's tits that bad? You're such a little pervert."

Changbin goes red, but he can't tear his eyes away.

"Please..." You look over at Chan and Jisung and jolt a little at their heated gazes.

Chan has drool sliding down his chin, and Jisung is already getting hard again.

"Oh, it looks like all 3 three of my boys are perverts, huh? Here, if you three can behave while I give you a little show, I'll take off 10 points. How does that sound?"

"Yes! I'll be good mommy, I promise."

Chan is quick to reply, Jisung following soon after, but Changbin doesn't even look like he heard you.

You laugh and flick his forehead, jolting him out of his trance.

"Little pervert." You tease, slowly grinding up onto his thigh.

His entire body tenses up, which just makes you moan. You'd be lying if you said this hasn't affected you, watching them beg and cry for anything you were willing to give left your panties soaked through.

It's nice to just grind down on Changbin's thigh for a bit, feeling all of their eyes on you, knowing they're watching your every movement and trying not to cum.

"Fuck, oh my god."

Jisung looks about ready to break his handcuffs, leaning as close to you as possible.

"Hey, back up. Sit still and behave."

"Mommy, please-"

Changbin's panting, embarrassed tears bubbling up in the corners of his eyes as he watches you move. You're not sure if he's close to cumming or just desperate, but he's growing frantic.

"Shh, baby. Don't you want to help your momma cum?"

"Yes! Please, I want you to cum on me, please!"

"So eager," You laugh, but it's breathless and you can feel yourself falling apart.

"Be a good boy and tell mommy how good you feel, yeah?"

Jisung whines, impatient and angry, so you reach over to swat his thigh hard.

There's already a red mark left behind, and you decide to keep a hand on it for support and to make him squirm.

"C'mon, honey. You can talk too, Channie. Jisung, keep quiet or I'll add 20 points, and then these two needy puppies will have to suffer because of your misbehavior."

Chan doesn't even give Jisung a chance to respond, mouth opening into a breathless stream of words. "You're so beautiful, so hot. I'm close just from watching you, I want to see you cum, the face you make. It's been so long, I missed you so much, I missed this, please please cum, I'd be honored to see it."

You can't help the low moan his words draw out of your mouth, tossing your head back as heat pools in your hips.

You glance down at Changbin again and laugh, tipping his head up.

He still tries to stare down at your chest, but you dig your fingernail into his chin and he finally meets your gaze.

His eyes are lidded and dark, dazed, and you can't help but kiss him.

Changbin was always the easiest to get into subspace, and he's also the most fun when he's there.

He whimpers against your lips, quiet and pathetic, and you only kiss him for a moment but he's panting like a dog when you pull away.

"What do you want to do, honey?"

He seems confused by the question for a moment, even tilting his head to the side like a dog, but eventually he speaks. "Wanna suck momma's tits."

"Of course, baby." You sit up a bit to let him latch on, and he immediately melts, as if having your nipple in his mouth was where he was always meant to be.

The extra stimulation definitely doesn't help your composure, but that was alright. The boys were already hooked on you, and your moans were obviously enough to keep them riled up.

Changbin switches to your other nipple and the temperature shift is enough to push you over the edge, groaning as you ride it out.

Your entire body is buzzing, but you're lucid enough to climb off of him. You rest against the bed for a moment, and they're all whimpering when you look back up at them.

You pick up the counter and tick down the promised 10 points, but even that still leaves 23 left.

"Well then. You three have a very busy night ahead of you, hm?"

[ladyofthenoodle]

→ Welcome Ryuuko . Leave your weapons by the door.

Carapace: thx for joining dude!!

Ryuuko: Are these messages customized to us? How clever.

Rena Rouge: no its totally random you just lucked out

Pegasus: There are up to 40 variations of the welcome message that I am aware of, so there is a roughly 2% or less chance of being greeted with any specific message. That is indeed an incredible coincidence.

Ryuuko: Fascinating. Thank you for explaining. I am new to Discord.

Pegasus: I do not normally attribute things to luck, however, I must concede that when Ladybug is involved the simple rules of probability are inexplicably bent in her favor, so I must agree with Rena Rouge here.

Rena Rouge: please, call me rena

Pegasus: Thank you, Rena. I would grant you nickname permissions as well but I haven’t found an acceptable one for Pegasus yet.

Roi Singe: dude whats wrong with peggy

Pegasus: We’ve been over this. It’s too American.

Bunnyx: as if your civilian nickname wasn’t also american sounding

Pegasus: It’s short for– Oh, you’re baiting me

Bunnyx: 😜

Ladybug: welcome ryuuko!

Ryuuko: Hello Ladybug! 😊 Thank you for the invitation. I am honored to join your group and to be entrusted with the secret of Carapace’s identity 

Ladybug: oh um yeah actually you weren’t supposed to mention that

Ladybug: it’s fine!!! 

Ladybug: but if in the future everybody could not reveal who invited them and whose identities they know i think that would be safest

Ryuuko: I’m sorry Ladybug. I hope I did not compromise the team too much with my rash actions.

Ladybug: i think it’ll be okay just once i’m just trying to seal as many possible leaks as i can 

Ladybug: trying to prevent a flood

Bunnyx: or an apocalypse 

Ladybug: same thing

Rena Rouge: SAME THING??? girl??? are you ever gonna give us deets on this

Carapace: or on what happened when shadowmoth stole the miraculouses 

[nikethestatue]

Hello Nike I haven't wanted to look at the whole leaks but I know something, I'm curious have we hit on any Elriel theories (I hope so). There are pegasus ??? I know we got the dusk court right (thats why i asking )

Spoilers below

We were correct about the mate bonds, the fact that it's not uniform mate bond for everyone and that some bonds are handed out by the Cauldron (which was corrupted by the Asteri) and other bonds are purer bonds, handed by the Mother/Higher Power.

There is a connection between TT/Being Made and ultimately Elain. My understanding is that Azriel can't fully access the power of TT. However, it's hinted that TT could be used to cut through a spell or a bond.

There is more info about Dusk. I don't believe there are pegasus (not mentioned).

There is a big anti pliant bones episode, indicating that Elain and Azriel can have children no problem.

I think all the sisters are Starborn.

These are some of the leaks around Elriel/Elucien.

[m3ab]

I present to you: my observations regarding Atem and Yugi's relationship, with a few head cannons mixed in. I intend to add to this as I please.

Whenever the two of them are conversing in Yugi's mind or next to each other for whatever reason in the anime, Atem's body is almost always facing Yugi's. Even when his head is turned forwards, Yugi is for the most part always in his peripheral vision. The main exceptions to these are when Atem's already facing Yugi or when he knows he's safe.

I have a head cannon that at the end of the day, the pair discuss what happened over the course of that day. Like if Yugi spent a lot of time studying for a test, Yami would reassure him that he would pass. Or if they met a little fan, they would talk about how cute the child was or something along those margins.

When Atem duels, we don't see a lot of Yugi. He shows up in the more important duels, but for the most part he lets Yami do his thing. On the contrary, when Yugi duels Yami is by his side the entire time. Encouraging him, giving compliments on his better plays, occasionally offering advice. During the final duel, Yami also complimented Yugi on his best plays.

Yami is really good at giving compliments in general. Another of my head cannons is that Yami learned this behavior to compensate for Yugi's lack of self-esteem, and it eventually leaked over into the rest of his shared life.

Yugi really stepped into his bravery and courage when he was faced with helping Yami. It was one of the first times he faced something without the other him, but he stepped into the role without question and dueled Yami Bakura with determination.

During the final duel, we see a lot of Atem being surprised over Yugi's strength. It's the first time he directly sees just how strong his aibou really is. But, he also is a lot nicer to Yugi than in any of his other duels. Sure, the yelling is there, but the worst thing he says is "well done, but it's not good enough!" Or something along those lines. That's in comparison to most of his other duels, where he mildly taunts his opponent and often yells "you're wrong!"

Atem is used to fighting Yugi's battles. He always stepped up during duels and when Yugi was in danger. I have a head canon that this is why Atem was so surprised when Seto and Mahad and the other members of the council told him to stay back and let them fight.

Yugi doesn't really stand up for himself at all, at least not that I can remember. But, during the final duel, he does. He yells at kaiba for leaving before the duel was over. Atem told Yugi that he was proud of him for standing up for himself. I don't know why I find that so cute, but I do.

Another thing from the final duel: I honestly love how Yami could tell what Yugi was thinking, even though they weren't sharing a body at that point in time. He noticed that Yugi was doubting himself, and gave his aibou a pep talk. And then Atem proceeded to look very pleased that his pep talk worked.

And now, my stuff from dark side of dimensions: the one time Yugi said he always misses Atem has to be on here, it wouldn't be a proper list without it.

During that movie, I also noticed that Yugi learned a lot more from Atem than just bravery and self-love. He incorporated a lot of his dueling strategies in his duels, and the way he interacted with other characters (but mostly kaiba) was a lot like Atem.

And then, you know, Atem showing up just when Yugi passes out. Some might argue that this is just Atem showing up when he's needed, but I'm choosing to focus on the fact that he was a no-show until Yugi was physically hurt.

Notice how distraught Yami is whenever he thinks Yugi is gone forever? First in their duel against Pegasus, and then after Yugi's soul is taken by the orichalcos. When Yugi's other Friends get hurt, Atem is obviously upset, but he can still keep it together. He stays calm and level-headed, and then wins the next duel to save the person in danger. But when Yugi disappears, Yami panics and makes rather rash and hurried moves. He still manages to win, because plot armor, but you can tell that it wasn't his A game. He also gets angry and takes it out on different people, such as weeble.

Atem is also the only Yami who genuinely cares about his host. As #13 states, he gets upset when Yugi is gone, whereas all the other Yamis would be overjoyed to get rid of their host. That one is kind of obvious, but I left it out at the beginning so I'm putting here.

This image right here. The fact that Yami is standing in front of Yugi protectively.(it's kinda interesting that he laid him down face first into whatever their head is made of, like Téa at least held him up, but shhhhhh)

16. From what I remember, Yami doubts himself (thinking he isn't worth it, tearing himself down) twice in the series(tell me if I missed anything though). During the seal of orichalcos business after Yugi's soul got taken away, and when Yugi was passed out or whatever happened to him during the duel against Pegasus. Notice a pattern here...?

17. I HAVEN'T DONE ATEM'S COPING MECHANISMS YET? WHAT KIND OF A FAN AM I??? *Deep breath* ok. Remember when Joey was hurt? It was the battle city arc(I forget what was ailing him...did he get locked in the shadow realm?). Yami punches the wall in rage and then decides to defeat Marik. But when Yugi is gone, Atem just loses it. He cries for the first and only time, he blames himself entirely (it was totally his fault though) and that whole "it's all my fault" causes him to lose hope. He didn't want to keep going until Joey knocks some sense into him. Literally. He mercilessly attacks weevil(not that he didn't deserve it) and we get a taste of that season zero Yami(but less gremlin like). He is a MESS. That got off topic fast....my point is that when it isn't Yugi in danger, Atem seeks revenge. When it IS Yugi in danger, Yami loses his mind and doesn't want to keep going and feels many intense emotions he's never felt before.

[lily-thesuriel]

Sad and Angry

please someone prove me wrong

HOFAS SPOILERS

Well, I've already seen a spoiler of the HOFAS leak. And it has happened what I feared the worlfbulding doesn't match

HOFAS spoilers below

What I read from HOFAS is the chapter about the creation of the prison chapter 21 (interesting that the prison territory was thought to be cursed but it was Silene who actually made sure it was cursed, so can it be fixed ? And if it is fixed even if it continues to function on the inside as a prison externally it will come back to life ? Will the pegasus return to the prison island? I say yes (I have read only 2 chapter ok , let me be delulu) ) )

I haven't read further so I could be wrong please someone tell me I am.

Well, what we learn from the prison is that Silene locks up the "monsters" once she returns to Prythian, that is to say once the high lords rule.

And this does not fit with what we learn in ACOSF, in ACOSF chapter 55, we learn that in short the story is as follows 1 Daglan 2 Fionn defeats the Daglan 3 1000 years of peace that ends with an almost war and to avoid it Fionn is High King. 4 Fionn is betrayed and from then on High lords

Well, this story may not be true, in fact from what HOFAS says it is not true since we know that after Theia betrayed Fionn the High lords did not arise but Theia ruled and it is when she went to Midgard that the High lords arose. So according to HOFAS the chronology is as follows 1 Daglan 2 Fionn king 3 Theia queen 4 Theia leaves Prythian 5 When Silene comes back High lords rule 6 Silene "creates" the prison aka starts to lock up "monsters".

Now, why is that with the Time-Line we have from ACOSF ? If we know that ACOSF's history is altered and we have no direct source to counter the information ? Except that we do have a direct source of information that was alive 15000 years ago and it is our dear minion Amrem (the dates do not exactly match either because in ACOWAR we learn that Amrem is 15000 years old, and should have more to match the 15000 years since Silene, but we take it for valid and we understand that the multiverse was not yet developed in ACOWAR). Returning to the subject Rhys says the following

“Does Amren remember this?” Rhys shook his head. “Only vaguely now. From what I’ve gleaned, she arrived during those years before Fionn and Gwydion rose, and went into the Prison during the Age of Legends—the time when this land was full of heroic figures who were keen to hunt down the last members of their former masters’ race. They feared Amren, believing her one of their enemies, and threw her into the Prison. When she emerged again, she’d missed Fionn’s fall and the loss of Gwydion, and found the High Lords ruling.” (ACOSF chp 55)

Summarizing Amrem's time-line 1 arrives before Fionn "rose", rose to defeat the Daglan ? Or "rose" as High king ? I understand that it arrives before he defeats the Daglan, but the second meaning is also valid because : 2 Amrem went to the prison in the "Age of legends" and when she came out of the prison she had missed the fall of Fionn and there were the High lords ruling.

You have already seen it, haven't you? If not I continue to develop

How is it possible that Amrem missed the fall of Fionn and the rise of the High lords while she was in the prison if by the time Silene started to bring "“monsters” to the “prison” Fionn was already dead (and Theia had disappeared) and the High lords were already ruling????

How ???? Please someone tell me I'm wrong and explain it to me for dummies.

I just don't understand :(, they don't fit, and it's ACOSF the last Acotar book, its not ACOMAF that I understand that the multiverse was not developed there, it happens in the chapter where they tell you the story of the Daglan, it could have been solved by saying that Amrem was happy for the continent and that she didn't know anything about what happened in Prythian until they put her in prison. Why doesn't it add up ? 🙁

[feotakahari]

Learned from examining Arknights furniture descriptions:

Orcas are “unknown creatures,” and so are T. rexes.

RI’s “multi-tiered management structure is obviously far too dependent on decision-makers at the top.” Who wrote this?

That furniture set that predicted Outcast’s death also talks about Blaze in the past tense.

Abyssal Hunters have “fairly good night vision.” Makes sense if they fight in the lightless depths.

The Sarkaz lounge contains multiple concealed explosives. There’s also a rack of guns taken from dead Sankta, which the Sankta operators probably shouldn’t see.

Bubble still hasn’t lived down that time she ate a potted plant.

Greatmouth Mob regularly replaces the plushie on his desk to represent recent “influential” tournament knights. Blemishine’s plushie is a chubby pegasus.

In Kjerag, it’s popularly believed that Kjeragandr invented the loom.

At least eleven different Operators play guitar, including Platinum, Courier, and Blue Poison.

“Food carts in Siracusa are usually airtight to prevent blood from leaking out underneath.”

Fumizuki made a rock sculpture called “Selfhood.” No one can agree on what it means.

There’s a country called Dan that we know almost nothing about. It’s near Yen and Higashi, so it might be Korean-inspired.

Mizuki keeps a decorative water vine from Sargon. It needs to be frequently trimmed to keep it from overgrowing the entire room. Metaphor!

The play ends when the curtain falls, so the curtain you brought back from Calais-Blason has buckles keeping it up.

[foolishsweet]

Pjsk Leak talk

First of all I like the hair. It looks cute.

Second of all...

I'm so fucking intrigued now with Tsukasa fes bc what the fuck is going on?

Why is it so normal and mundane? This is Tsukasa we are talking about right???

Also are the children in that fragment real??? Or did he make them?????? How? Why??? Tenma Tsukasa. plushies is one thing. BUT WHOLE CHILDREN?!???!??

I NEED to read this story cause what the fuck what the fuck wha-

Also He is the best big brother in the world but we all knew that. The trained card feels so domestic and peaceful like he just made you breakfast and he looks so at ease I'm losing my mind why is it so normal????? When all the other FES have been so fantastic and magical looking yet his looks boring in comparison but it's that boring thing that makes it so interesting bc THIS IS TSUKASA TENMA WE ARE TALKING ABOUT?!?!?!? RULER OF THE WORLD PEGASUS GUY!!!!! WHAT HAPPENED MAN?!?!?!?

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IF he made the kids then that would mean:

1. He is kinda their dad??? and not their brother bc they were created from his feelings

2. Will- will they die when the fragment disappears???

Miss Miku I have too many questions. Bc if he didn't make them WHERE DID THEY COME FROM??? IS THIS LIKE THE RIN AND LEN FES???? but wasn't that a full sekai already?.... IS TSUKASA HELPING KIDS ON A SHARED FRAGMENT SEKAI?!?!?!?!? MIKU?!?!?!?!?

[yugioh-why-not]

Episode 28 (YGO DM) leaves so many bloody questions. A. Bakura apparently can wipe peoples short term memory but only uses this power this one time. B. Hiroto, Anzu and Ryou find out Pegasus had a wife, Pegasus thinks it’s an appropriate reaction to steal their souls, take Ryou’s ‘family heirloom’ and virtually kill them because knowing he had a wife was too much information as if a famous rich guy like Pegasus doesn’t have that info leaked somewhere in the media. And C. What even the hell was that underground cult Pegasus took them to in his basement, it’s never mentioned again, they’re just down there stealing souls and sending people to the shadow realm and this is only mentioned once in this single episode. WHY?

[the-real-page-turner]

Chapter 1 - Settling

The country smells odd. The lack of city smog is the first thing you notice. The small village of Ponyville had the smell of dirt and sugar in the wind. The next thing you notice is how silent the countryside is. The station was a lot quieter than the one back in Manehattan. No hustle and bustle of the city and the railyard of the big station. The station had one track next to one platform, with a singular line for goods traffic. The last thing I noticed was the lack of a crowd. The station had a ticket master, a porter, and five other passengers boarding and unboarding; that was it.

Lila and I stepped off the train, the porter unloading our bags. With four suitcases between us, we then realized how fun this would be. Lila carried both of hers in her magic while opting to pull them under my wings. She would need her magic to help with Fluttershy and the animals.

“We should probably find our rental; are we talking studio or multi-room?” I asked, struggling with the luggage wheels on dirt roads. Some citizens of my new home looked concerned, but I kept a brave face.

“Father said it was basically four rooms. A room for each of us, a general room, and a rest—Page duck!” she shouted, however, a little too late.

I felt an object, and a pony hit me in the side, sending me to the side of the road. Lucky for me, they hit my suitcase and not my body directly. It still hurt like hell, however, and my wing was the only casualty.

“Scootaloo, you just hit a lady!” A little girl with a squeaky voice said.

"Ma'am, are you okay!?” A southern child said above me: My face being in the dirt meant I did not see the source of the voice.

I of course articulated a perfectly rational and reasonable response: “Where's the leak, ma'am...?” Perfectly irrational because of the pain.

I heard a larger set of hooves walk over and say, "Ma'am, are you alright? I'm a might sorry, my sister and her buddies gotta ya’.

Before I could respond, I felt magic pull me up. Lila’s magical pull was familiar and welcomed. As I got reoriented with the world around me, I saw four figures. Three of them were fillies no older than thirteen each. One little girl had a white coat with a light purple two-tone mane that's curled slightly at the ends; another was yellow with a red poofy mane and a bow larger than any archery bow in her hair. The last little girl caught my attention due to her undersized wings for her age. I think it’s rude to stare, but as a fellow pegasus, the orange and purple filly was disconcerting. The idea of lacking flight was such an abstract thought for me that I sometimes forget Lila could not fly. I mean, call me stupid, but if you have something your entire life to the point of second nature, you forget it when others don’t have it. I guess an inverse example would be eyes. I wear very thick glasses due to my eyes not developing right, but to me the blur is normal, and I don’t fully understand how bad my eyes are, as they are all I know.

Recentering my thoughts, I turned to look at the adult mare, with an orange freckled coat; she was maybe twenty-ish years my senior with a blonde mane. Her green eyes were warm and concerned, as was her face. Her soft look of worry for my safety was contrasted by her muscle to rival the gym bucks of Manehattan. Her hoof was over her chest, with her stetson hat between them.

Now, with the magic fading and my hooves on the ground, I smiled apologetically.

“Yes, ma’am. I am fine; I am so sorry for not paying attention to my surroundings,” I said, breaking my momentary eye contact by looking over my hooves. Out of my peripheral, I saw Lila looking at me, also concerned; I just fell. I am not going to die; these ponies are worry warts.

“Ma’am, pardon me saying so,” she said in a polite yet firm tone. “I believe my sister and her friends owe you the apology; those speeds in this town was a very irresponsible move.”

I was now growing increasingly uncomfortable. Just let me take responsibility and move on; it is not a big deal. “Ma’am, I am fine; no one got hurt. Let’s just let it be.”

She looked at me for a second before her expression changed to an almost forced positive expression. The three girls had already long gone to hide from the tongue-lashing they might have received.

“Pardon my manners; my name is Applejack.” She said, reaching a hoof for a shake with us both, her positive expression being less forced.

I shook Applejack’s hoof first, saying, “My name is Page Turner; this is my friend Lila, blossom.” My friend in question was now levitating my bags as well as her own, damn. Lila did not say hello or shake the hoof; she just waved with a temporary small smile, the average Lila response.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you folks.” She said, then paused, looking at Lila, “You would not happen to be the Lila studying under one Miss Fluttershy, would ya’?”

Lila and I looked at each other in bewilderment, then back at Applejack, “Yes, I am; do you know her?” Lila asked while I eyed how to get my luggage from her magic.

“Flutters and I are old friends; shoot, she is ranting and raving about having a student finally,” Applejack said with a smile. “What about you, Ms. Turner?” Why was she asking me? Lila was the one with a good reason: "Work, ma’am.” A cookie-cutter response—not untrue, but not the whole truth.

“What kind of work? With the harvest coming up, my farm could be a choice, given you are up and dandy,” Applejack said, making me nervous. It's an offer I can't really pass up but wish I could. Jobs don’t grow on trees, though. Well, maybe hers does. I was just hoping to breathe before I needed my first ever job.

“Once we get settled, I will give you a visit,” I said without planning on it. “I appreciate the offer.”

She looked at me like she knew I was full of cat shit. “I hope you do, ma'am.” Her expression became more pleasant again. "Well, I’ll see you fillies around; take care!

Applejack wandered off after we said our byes and continued walking as I said to Lila, “Odd lady,” and got a hum from Lila in agreement.

“Maybe I should get the farm job,” I pondered further as we strolled.

Lila spoke up from behind me in a concerned tone, “Are you sure that is such a good idea? Hicks are not usually the most accepting type, and you cannot wear the dress in the field.”

I sighed, hating the reminder that people now hate me for existing in the life I live. “It’s worth a shot; besides, isn't that one really trans-inclusive clothing brand from here? I can buy some work clothes from my savings; I’ll need to either way most likely,” I said, proud of myself for being logical.

“Just please be safe,” Lila said earnestly.

I did not respond but did nod, rolling my eyes subtly.

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We arrived at our new very small house; it was near the Everfree Forest, chilling but cheap. It makes me wonder if the realtor told Lila’s parents about its proximity to the forest, and if they did know, would they really rent a house this close to the Everfree?

Currently, Lila and I have separated to hang out in our own rooms and get settled; however, she left an hour ago to meet with Fluttershy. So that left me alone in my room, setting up my typewriter and my mirror.

Aside from my bed and dresser, I had three things of note in my room. The first was a desk with my older, reliable typewriter; it was a dusty old hunk of iron, but I loved her. The second was a model train on my desk; it was one named Lode Star, and I absolutely adored it. Lastly, there was a large mirror where I talked to myself to get writing ideas. However, when I say talk to myself, I mean I pretend to talk to the protagonist of my novel, Fresh Take.

Fresh Take is an orange pegasus with orange hair in a messy bob cut. She was tall and thin, with commanding eyes and a confident look on her face. She had the fur pattern on her legs, which most people refer to as socks; however, hers were brown on the ends of her hooves. I know all this for two reasons, one being that I made her. She is a figment of my mind.

The second reason was a bit more dubious. I shall put it like this: as I looked in the mirror, I saw her staring at me from over my shoulder. Her purple eyes looked right into my orange ones. I started seeing her after I created the concept for her story, A Fresh Take on Life. After that, I started to talk to her, and this game of pretending that she was here was comforting. She talked me through things; she is the reason I moved to Ponyville. Talking to this figment of my mind was good for me; it helped me think.

“How are you doing, my dear?” She said to me in her posh pseudo-Canterlot nobility accent, “The move has been interesting so far.” Her voice was soothing and caring.

"Well, aside from the assault of preteens and their overly polite hick sisters, I am doing the same as always.” I felt just numb to the change.

"Why, my dear, aren't you glad to be away from that terrible place? The only thing everyone saw was you with pity-framed, rose-tinted glasses. That is no way to live. Here, you start with a Fresh Take. Let’s not waste it, sweetie.” She said, wrapping her own wing around me in a brief hug, that she was right. Most ponies back home saw me through the lens of pity or as something to keep around so she ‘doesn’t have another episode.’ It is frustrating because once you show even a bit of weakness, ponies see you so differently. They pretend like it is not there or hide it away. However, the stain is always on the mask.

“You are right as always, Freshie. Maybe I should send mom a postcard, though.” I said, but was cut off by Fresh. “And worry your mother like that; a poor woman needs to just forget you. You have already caused her enough pain; let's not forget the reason you needed to move.”

I was quiet and placed a hoof on my neck at the mention of that. After a moment, I said, ‘I was in a bad place then, but I left, so I left it behind. Nothing would go around my neck again; I left that behind me.”

Fresh smiled a warm smile. “Good; reinforcement is good for habits. Speaking of, I shall plan our route in case this turns sour. It would not hurt to be prepared. Now why don’t you rest?”

At that, I started to feel a wave of exhaustion. I was pretty tired. With that, I rolled over and decided to catch some sleep. Knowing I was in good company, I was taken care of.

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Qui plume a, guerre a. - Voltaire

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None of them know anything about Atlantis, if it's there at all like they think it is, if the gate will even connect and then also deliver them in one piece, what they'll see when they get there - how long they'll survive at all. But the SGC is making it a requirement to leave some sort of contact for a next of kin, something everyone working there has to do, gate team or no, and the expedition is in that tentative middle ground between the two.

It felt… disingenuous to type this on a computer, impersonal and distant. Jeannie was the only one who would receive this, and despite their furious parting, he had hesitated over his keyboard. So here he sat, pen in hand - the nice one, the one he had kept a hold of since his last doctoral program, that needed its cartridge periodically refilled and was prone to leaking if he had it at the wrong angle. The paper wasn't even nice, and he sat there, blinking at the printer paper that was purchased in bulk, a handful of sheets laid neatly in front of him. He couldn't reduce this down to a proof, formulaic, and neither could he tell her why he was writing this. The juxtaposition felt a little cruel, but he couldn't bear the thought of some random, American service member showing up at her door with nothing in hand but a flag and bland words of consolement. Lifting his pen, placing it once more upon the paper, he gusted out a sigh. From the beginning, then. Dear Jeannie, If you are reading this...

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He hadn't sent it along with the rest of the videos and messages that they had prepared to send back to Earth, or even the one video he had made and then immediately decided it was too mortifying to let anyone see. Why would he? His last message had already been written long before this, before they had even stepped foot onto the embarkation ramp in the SGC. But he felt that, at some point, Jeannie would need… something. Maybe one day she would be allowed to know about this - she was certainly intelligent enough for it, being recruited to the SGC, even if she had insisted on dropping her entire academic career to have a family. Whether anyone would ever come to the Pegasus Galaxy and discover their fate, he didn't know, and the probability of it was laughably low. A part of him insisted to live in hope, however, even with the axe of the Wraith's arrival looming over their heads. So he sucked in a breath, plugging the adapter in to his computer that would allow him to encode some information on a crystal. It wasn't anything important - he had checked - but it was a little more indelible than the USB he would be taping to it, locking both of them into a secured box in his lab. The security was shit, objectively speaking, but he had to think ahead. Just in case. Scrubbing at his eyes and blinking away the spots, he rested his hands over the keyboard, staring at the word document on his screen. Dear Jeannie, So you might have already gotten my other letter, but…

His hands ached. Typing an entire defense for Elizabeth had been well worth the effort, but it had taken its pound of flesh just the same as everything else he had done the past week. Meditation was advancing at a mediocre pace - he had figured out rather quickly that it had been Elizabeth's idea, and John was being a good sport about all of it, coaching him through the paces of Ascension on the slim chance it would work. He had already calculated the odds; those sorts of things were never in his favour. Withholding a sigh only because it would aggravate the off-again, on-again burgeoning migraine he was saddled with, he wondered what he should do. They didn't have wills, not really - all of that was standardized paperwork. Just another form, check a box here, fill in a line there. Maybe he would say something to John about that, give some final, last wishes about what to do. But people relied on him to figure things out, which meant that was what he would do. Radek had been left with as many formulae as he could dredge up with his newly-heightened intelligence, Teyla had his good-bye, and Ronon had one less burden from his past. John would… John could do anything, even survive this. There were lines of text on his computer, and for a moment he debated the brief lunacy of a video recording. Jeannie certainly knew enough about his job, now, and seeing Atlantis wouldn't be shocking to her, nor something that would end up so heavily redacted that the video would look caricatured if it wasn't kept in some archival box in an SGC basement for the next seventy-odd years. Quirking his lips in a brief smirk, he blinked away the burning in his eyes, feeling the heaviness of his limited time. It was, at least, one more task he could do for everyone and relieve them of the dubious honour. Dear Jeannie, I'm glad you were able to see all of this, at least once. It's a brilliant opportunity, and…

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The fear would never wear off, he thought. Not the cold dousing of it, a chill that permeated his heart even as he forced the outward effects of it into a little mental box every time it cropped up, needing to win the race against time. Todd had agreed to help, a debt of gratitude he didn't think he'd ever truly be able to pay off. Would never begin to, if he let John have his way. It was anger, too, that was wrapped around that fear, both threatening to strangle any sense out of him. His hands trembled as he flipped the cap off the camera, knowing that he needed to be quick in order to subvert whatever inane plan John likely had in mind but needing also to- to say one last goodbye. To someone. To him. If he failed… no, he couldn't think like that. He shook his head, bolstering himself with a quick inhale of breath before carefully positioning the camera and pressing the recording button. "Hi," He said, smiling. It fell off of his face quickly, and he resisted the urge to follow it by ducking his head, "So- so. Don't be mad, okay? I'm sorry, but… this isn't an order you can give, John. Not this time. There's only one way out of this, and I don't expect anyone else to do it." He paused, exhaling shakily, "This is my fault. If I hadn't- anyway. I can fix this. It's what I do, right? I fix things. Just… just promise me something." The blinking light was his only audience, and he let himself imagine it that way, instead of whatever face John would be making when he found this tape. Tilting his head up, knowing how it would be perceived, that he had made this exact action a hundred times before and hoping the familiarity would help, he said, "Take care of Jeannie, alright?" He waited for just a beat, letting his own words settle in himself, then reached forward, stopping the recording with a click of a button. There wasn't time to wait, anymore. Digging his keycard out of his pocket, he exited the room.

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It had been close. Knowing that Atlantis still had protocols in place that could physically divide the entire expedition and leave them helpless did more than rankle him - it made him realize how much faith he had put into the city's programming. That had been a mistake, and one they had nearly all paid dearly for. After finding out how they escaped death by a thread once more, with no other threat than their own ignorance, saved by the equally as intangible improbability of John finding a way to save them when he sat there and could accomplish nothing, he found himself determined to account for that, as well. It found him once more staring at a word document, the impartiality of text settling some of his nerves. Nobody would have ever known, is the kicker. The Daedalus would have arrived to a city full of dead people, so innocuous and presumably a Pandora's box that might relegate them to a permanent stay in the Pegasus galaxy from some disease they couldn't bring back to the Milky Way galaxy and wouldn't have the facilities on board for a full epidemiological investigation. He grit his teeth, deleting the brief sentence he had up and deciding to start over again. The ring that Katie rejected sat heavily in his pocket, a weight he couldn't bring himself to part with at the moment, his sister's words ringing in his ears. If there was anything that he had learned today, it was to stick with what he was good at, and focus on that. Dear Jeannie, My job has a funny sense of humor. Well, not funny, per se, but…

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Learning the diagnosis, after knowing there was something wrong, but unable to pinpoint precisely what, felt like the crudest of sucker punches. It was a struggle to pull together enough presence of mind, his mind feeling like it was leaking out of his ears, a sieve that was rusting in real time. He could already see what he was losing first. The innocuous things, background details he took for granted. Give it a day or two, he knew, and people's faces would start to look like a stranger's, their names escaping him until everything was so foreign that he would inevitably fail to grapple with the terror that would accompany it. The feeling wasn't a new one, but it had been rigidly compartmentalized over the course of venturing out on his own and obtaining several degrees - there would always be a new scenery, a new background, and a new coterie of peers and morons to contend with. Now, though, when he had finally begun to settle and call somewhere home, it was being ripped away from him an hour at a time. He was already piling on the cups of coffee, hoping with a degree of spite that the caffeine might poison the parasite and leave the rest of his mind intact, if it wasn't some Goa'uld-type situation that would end up killing him, anyway. Hah. At least that would be a quick death. He reminded himself to speak to Ronon about that, to- to arrange something, and then allowed himself a brief moment to curl up where he sat on his bed, hands over his face just to stifle the wave of grief that he might not remember to speak to Ronon. Breathing in and out the way he had been taught, he calmed himself enough to wipe roughly at his face, suppressing the hiccup that would only devolve into a sob if he let it. His laptop was next to him, and he grabbed it, making himself face the truth of the situation before he forgot to do this, too. Dear Jeannie, It's been a while, hasn't it? I know they called for you, because you're my next of kin, but…

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Calling Atlantis, and by extension, the Pegasus galaxy, home was one thing. Having it hammered in by way of kidnapping and a farce of a trial had been a deeply unpleasant realization that mere skill in scientific endeavours would not be enough to win the war against the Wraith. No, they had to win the war against the rest of this galaxy, too, as the outsiders nobody seemed to want to understand. He clenched his hands again, aware of how narrowly they had escaped a pitiful, hand-washing excuse of an execution. Maybe Elizabeth could have outargued their jailers with unenviable finesse, and maybe Sam could have thumped logic down on them with a resolute pragmatism honed by years of experience in SG-1, but Woolsey had accurately identified the source and meaning of the corruption they faced down. The man's handling of it had been crude, but there had been nothing but a thin veneer of polish on the horseshit to begin with. Maybe the man was right, and this boded well as a turning point against the Wraith - if they could convince the Coalition, the Coalition would do all the pertinent arguing for them. He swallowed down the bile that accompanied the fear that they had yet another thing to be wary of whenever they ventured off Atlantis. Kidnapping was one thing, sure, he could understand what drove people to that, but to be forced to live an entire lifetime in abject helplessness, knowing what was going on in the wider galaxy? That was something he couldn't abide by. It was what drove him once more to his laptop, opening up the word program and wondering what he could possibly put down, this time. After a moment, he decided to hell with it, putting down his thoughts. Maybe he would outlive his own letter, but in complete ignorance of the fact. Either way, this was something he could do, and that slim actions was something he could abide by. Dear Jeannie, You know the saying "be careful what you wish for"? Well, as it turns out…

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Woolsey had re-instituted rest days, on a regimented schedule that he found actually helped him better maintain all of his departments. Once he had firmly established a myriad of safety protocols - idiot-proofing, really - he could even, mostly, enjoy his own days off. It wasn't quite the union schedule Radek had been lobbying for, but compared to working 'round the clock, he would take it. Teyla had been pleased to make meditation with him a regular occurrence, and he liked to think that it was because out of the rest of the team, he neither fell asleep nor treated it with superficial levels of ignorance. She had a knack for making it meaningful, which helped him gather and organize his thoughts a hell of a lot better than the periodical visits to the shrink that was supposed to help alleviate the burdens of duty, or whatever it was that was penciled into his psychiatric profile. Often enough, they took the time after group training sessions as a team, a good way to wind down from the physical activity and let his thoughts spool out in a way that let the jitters of physical activity drain out of him. A part of him knew that Teyla would tease him for looking forward to sitting with her in a silent room, but equally he cherished this as much as racing cars with John or doing whatever came to Ronon's mind. Probably Teyla already knew this - she was smart like that. After bidding her goodbye for the day and parting ways, he wondered what else he should do with his day. The lab was unappealing for the moment, and his mind was still lingering in that slow, unhurried pace. Something pulls him back to his room, instead of heading to the mess for a meal. He's learned to follow this instinct, even if it does carry the tint of his ill-fated, lucky attempt at ascension. It makes him hum to himself, following the thread as he waves himself into his room, letting his feet carry him to his personal laptop. Working like this is an infrequent occurrence, too much of his life relying up on the stringent adherence of logic in order to keep everyone, anyone, around him alive. It's a slow process to learn and take it easy - not the little physical indulgences of life, but to accept that his best is the best he can do regardless of success. The thought makes him breathe out a steadying sigh, lungs still acclimated to the soothing presence of Teyla, and he grabs a granola bar from his drawer, booting up his laptop. The desktop stares at him, a generic background that draws no strong reaction out of him, so defaults to a vague sort of soothing his typically-overstressed mind can interpret. With a finger hovering over the trackpad, he debates whether to think, or… not-think. He frowns at himself, curiosity winning out. Not-thinking it is. Writing to Jeannie had become second-nature by now, but it isn't an email waiting to be queued up at the next dial-out that makes his fingers itch. Navigating to his file explorer, he goes to the under-sized folder that holds everything that, really, is truly personal. Past letters - and recordings - sit there in neat, numerically-arranged order. On a whim, he opens up a new word document, the blinking of the cursor not nearly as anxiety-inducing as it usually is. Dear Jeannie, It's always wonderful to hear from you. Yes, even when we're disagreeing. I just wanted to say…

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Author's Notes

Alternate title: Rewind

The 8-track tape (formally Stereo 8; commonly called eight-track cartridge, eight-track tape, and eight-track) is a magnetic-tape sound recording technology that was popular[2] from the mid-1960s to the early 1980s, when the compact cassette, which pre-dated the 8-track system, surpassed it in popularity for pre-recorded music.[3][4][5] The format was commonly used in cars and was most popular in the United States and Canada and, to a lesser extent, in the United Kingdom.[3][4][6] One advantage of the 8-track tape cartridge was that it could play continuously in an endless loop, and did not have to be "flipped over" to play the entire tape. After about 80 minutes of playing time, the tape would start again at the beginning. Because of the loop, there is no rewind. The only options the consumer has are play, fast forward, record, and program (track) change.[7] [...] The cartridge's dimensions are approximately 5.25 by 4 by 0.8 inches (13.3 cm × 10.2 cm × 2.0 cm). The magnetic tape is played at 3–3/4 inches per second (twice the speed of a cassette), is wound around a single spool, is about 0.25 inches (0.64 cm) wide and contains 8 parallel tracks. The player's head reads two of these tracks at a time, for stereo sound. After completing a program, the head mechanically switches to another set of two tracks, creating a characteristic clicking noise.[9]

- 8-track cartridge, Wikipedia

Summary translation: "To hold a pen is to be at war."

This was originally meant to be a series of snapshots of Rodney making recordings, but alas, the narrative meter preferred an epistolary format to end each scene (mostly), instead. It's a riff off of 5+1, which the title reflects, because there's eight scenes. I suppose this makes it a 7+1?

At any rate, the more I look at various episodes - such as the ones referenced here - the more I realize that Rodney is one of those very, very self-reliant types, to the point where such a virtue can teeter into a flaw. Looking into how that balances out, and Rodney's own self-awareness of this aspect of himself, made for an interesting plot. Why is Rodney self-reliant to such a strong degree? Well, there's a few ideas out there, both in canon and fanon, but that's a story for another time. Here, though, I wanted to illustrate my thoughts on how that struggle might pan out, and how that would influence his decisions and actions across many different scenarios.

[reddragonprincess]

Between her exuberant gait, the delighted call of her sister’s name, and the fact that she loves her very, very much! It is nigh impossible to miss the advent of the littlest princess of Macedon as she attaches herself to the Red Dragoon’s side with all haste.

“Minerva!” She exclaims, wrapping her arms around the other’s waist affectionately, cheek pressed to her side. “Sister! Happy birthday!”

Though she has never forgotten a letter (just how many of them ever made it to her, though? The years she has lived no longer match the years of her body), it still feels too long since she has had the opportunity to tell her in person… or perhaps she has simply had too few chances.

“Happy birthday!” She repeats, for all the times she had to tell her by letter; and then, for good measure: “Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday!

Wriggling slightly, she peers up at her with a toothy grin, chin still brushing against Minerva’s side. It’s only when she manages to find and seize one of the dragoon’s hands that she pulls away just slightly, content— for the moment— to gently swing their joined hands instead.

“I have a surprise for you! Are you free? May I show you? Please?” Her other hand closes over the reverse side of Minerva’s, eyes shining as she bounces onto her tiptoes. “Oh, but only if you have enough time!”

And, should the elder have the time to indulge the younger in her whims and doting, Maria shall lead her— without letting go!— to the dining hall, where a familiar feast awaits. A slight excess of Minerva’s favorite Macedonian dishes sit waiting on a table, marked by a small vase with a little collection of hand-picked flowers. Then, when she has settled in and had her fill, Maria will fish something from her pocket (“Hee hee… close your eyes!”) and place it into her waiting hand.

A gem of resin, familiarly crimson, and perhaps a bit too large to be easily worn — better as a paperweight, like as not. How else was it to encompass the treasures within? Sitting all together, prettily, closely arranged: a wyvern’s scale, two pegasus feathers, and a sprightly daffodil.

Once again, that day of they year has eventually come and Minerva couldn't be happier to be in company, this time: she used to spend most of her birthdays alone, with any of her family members by her side (of the few remaining, just Maria probably was the most waited and the most desired, in her dreams); she had been exchanging letters, little poems, drawings and funny objects with her, but finally, all these things could be handed face to face, hands to hands, heart to heart.

She was expecting her, of course, but not with such switness and eaherness in manners and voice: her rapturing embrance was heart-warming, so long-desired that Minerva was almsot speechless as she tried to reply to her little sister Maria.

"Thank you so much Sis, you really are something, heh" she let a little laugh leaked from her lips as she surrender to her sister attentions, as well as her her delicate touch and tightening of her hand's grip; she gently took Maria's hand in hers, swinging a little as to mimic the cute movement of the little sister.

A surprise..? She listened to her with perplexed eyes, though not really minding the fact that she actually did organize something for her: she wasn't used to this, not anymore, at least. With much curiosity and a hint of perplexity, Minerva made a little nod and then she swiftly followed the little sister along the way, until the two of them reached the main dining hall of the monastery: as soon as they entered, there was a gaudy buffet all well prepared in the middle of the room, on the tables all kind of delicacies from Macedon, most of them were actually Minerva's favourite, as Maria greatly knew the taste of her big sister. Yet, that wasn't just it, there was more.

With a kind whisper, Maria gestured Minerva to close her eyes and as the red-haired princess closed it - cupping her hands as Maria asked for - she suddenly felt something cold and of a peculiar form get in touch with her skin; she eagerly opened her eyes just to find out a beautuful gem made of resin gently placed in her hands, as well a line of cute treasures that she and Maria had used to search when they were little -all to remind the good old days spent together, in peace.

Shifting her gaze towards the little princess, she threw her arms around Maria's little silhuette, overwhelming her with affectione and sincere gratitude for all that she prepared just for her.

"I..couldn't be happier" she whispered to her ear, muffling the words with a tender kiss on the cheek of the sister, "Thank you for this wonderful surprise, Maria --I love you dearly" and she rested her head against hers, enjoying the sisterly moment she waited for so long.

[farsight-the-char]

Apparent leak for the coming "The Old World"/Fantasy Battles Relaunch.

PLASTIC PEGASUS KNIGHTS!?

I wonder if AoS will get rules for them? I think Pegasus are AOS canon?

FOR THE LADY!

[zvaigzdelasas]

[Morocco World News is Moroccan Media]

29 Jun 23

In December 2020, a month after the end of the ceasefire between Morocco and the Polisario, then-President Donald Trump declared U.S. support for Morocco’s sovereignty over Western Sahara. The recognition contravened the United Nations’ position, which considers Western Sahara a “non-self governing territory,” a euphemism for a colony. In return for U.S. support on Western Sahara, Morocco joined the Abraham Accords, a series of diplomatic deals brokered by Trump and his son-in-law, Jared Kushner, that resulted in the United Arab Emirates, Sudan, Bahrain, and Morocco normalizing relations with Israel. Since then, Rabat has gone from having covert ties with Tel Aviv to becoming its open ally, and Israel has sold at least 150 drones to Morocco.[...]

Since 2020, the two countries have implemented a long series of economic and military agreements beyond the sale of drones. For the first time, Israeli troops from the elite Golani unit participated in Africa Lion, an 18-country joint military drill in Morocco, which completed on June 18. In 2021 and 2022, respectively, Gantz, Israel’s then-minister of defense, and then-Head of Israel Defense Forces Aviv Kochavi visited Morocco and signed several military deals, including a $500 million contract for the delivery of the Barak MX missile defense system to Rabat. Early this year, one of the Pentagon Discord leaks allegedly revealed that the system was scheduled to arrive in Morocco in mid-2023. Morocco is reportedly also in advanced negotiations to receive Israeli Merkava tanks. Rabat and Tel Aviv are also cooperating at an intelligence level. Morocco has widely been reported (and accused by other countries) as one of the most eager users of the Pegasus spyware developed by the Israeli NSO Group. Meanwhile, economic cooperation is booming. According to U.N. data analyzed by The Intercept, in pre-Abraham 2019, trade between Israel and Morocco was at $70.7 million. In 2022, the figure reached $178.7 million, and Tel Aviv has declared it is targeting $500 million. From 2019 to 2022, exports from Israel to Morocco increased tenfold, from $3.8 million to $38.5 million. Western Sahara plays an important role in the love story between the two countries. In 2021 and 2022, two Israeli companies, Ratio Petroleum and NewMed Energy, obtained from Morocco rights to research and potentially exploit two separate offshore blocks in the Atlantic Ocean just off Western Sahara’s coastline. Moroccan local news also announced Israel’s Selina group would soon open a hotel in Dakhla. For Morocco, foreign investments in what it considers its “southern province” mean external recognition of its claims on the territory.[...] In March last year, WSRW reported the first shipment of phosphate rock from Western Sahara to Israel. Erik Hagen, board member of WSRW, told The Intercept that the cargo was very small, and it is the only one they observed toward Israel. OCP, the Moroccan company extracting and exporting phosphate rock in Morocco and Western Sahara, hasn’t replied to a request for comment about the episode.

1 Jul 23

[Atalayar is Spanish Media]

As part of the US Senate debate on the National Defence Authorisation Act (NDAA) for fiscal year 2024, a law that supports the Armed Forces, modernises the Air Force and strengthens US national security, Arizona Democrat Senator Mark Kelly proposed integrating the Royal Moroccan Armed Forces (FAR) into military exercises led by the US Central Command (CENTCOM). Part of this law states the need to assess threats in order to reduce those related to Iran's nuclear capabilities: 'It seeks to improve coordination between the United States and regional partners to counter the shared threat from Iran by supporting Morocco's integration into military exercises led by CENTCOM', as reported by media outlets such as Yabiladi and Morocco Latest News.  The operations carried out by this body seek to "improve coordination" between the US giant and "regional partners" in order to counter the threat posed by Iran to the whole. The US Central Command is one of nine unified security commands within the US Department of Defense and is responsible for US interests in 27 nations, operating in the Middle East, Central Asia and South Asia. [...] Morocco is a permanent partner of the US Africa Command (AFRICOM) and an important player in the annual 'African Lion' exercises, in which a large number of African nations cooperate with the United States to promote defence and security against threats such as jihadist terrorism and organised crime. Now, it appears that Morocco may be close to joining the US military command in the Middle East (CENTCOM), and in addition to the scheduled AFRICOM exercises, Morocco may be called upon to participate in exercises organised by the US military in the Middle East region, thanks in part to a proposal by Senator Mark Kelly. [...] With this possible entry into CENTCOM as the second African country after Egypt, Morocco, a great ally of the United States on the African continent, would thus strengthen its military and security cooperation with the US and, by extension, with other allied partners such as Israel. This privileged position gives Morocco the option of having access to an important market for weapons and technology produced by the US and Israel, which further strengthens the Moroccan military.

1 Jul 23

27 Jun 23

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

The public awareness of surveillance that was created by the Snowden revelations has curdled into a worldly cynicism about how much data Big Tech collects on us and what powerful new tools of intrusion governments have at their disposal. This is what weighs on Snowden today: developments such as facial-recognition software, AI, and invasive spyware such as Pegasus, which make the NSA’s surveillance powers that he exposed in 2013 look like “child’s play,” he told me.

“We trusted the government not to screw us. But they did. We trusted the tech companies not to take advantage of us. But they did,” he said. “That is going to happen again, because that is the nature of power.”