#gotta see the ocean it’s required

[yomiosatious]

Sad lil guys and beach doodles. Gordon’s def a water fanatic, fella loves the ocean and it’s assorted bugs, all while gaining the sickest tan you’ve ever seen

[mrsnancywheeler]

the lakes (12) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

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warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, extreme mental health issues, suicidal ideations, gore/violence/death, self-hate, allusions to trafficking, use of explicit language, more angst, mentions of vomiting, dissociation, terms of endearment, unedited, no use of y/n, a codependent couple with a shared savior complex, paranoia

When you'd realized the monkey mutts had stopped where the beach began you wanted to collapse into the sand in relief. All you could do was stare on as Peeta tried to comfort the Morphling woman who'd sacrificed herself for him before her body was raised from the waters. Even if Plutarch was supposedly in on the plan, it seemed like the arena couldn't wait to kill you all off as soon as possible. The conversation switched to finding food, another thing your brain couldn't care less about. You supposed you should be from all the running, fighting, and sweating, but you just had a huge pit in your stomach as you thought about how Finnick could have died not long ago.

It had always been a possibility that you were very consciously aware of, but the imminent threat wasn't really present. You had no qualms that he would be able to protect himself, yet he hadn't been able to when the fog came rolling in. Well, he would have been able too if hadn't come to Peeta's rescue, but to get out, that was a requirement. Adrenaline has kept you going after that, when the monkeys attacked, but the dread filling you now was like lead.

“Hey," One of Finnick's warm, calloused hands cupped your face, “What's going on, sweet girl?" His face had that endearing always somewhat cocky smirk on it that was a permanent source of comfort in your life. But you just stared at him, at those ocean eyes you would drown in if given the chance. The look in his eyes shifted to one of higher concern, “Are you hurt?" He looked up and down your figure, looking for sounds, tilting your head to see the back, looking for signs of infection and grew more concerned when he found nothing to send off alarms. “Angel, you gotta tell me what's wrong." He urged.

You tried to blink yourself out of your stupor, "Nothing just wanna be with you.”

"You are with me.”

"Yeah I know.” He looked at you suspiciously, but knew better than to push. You grabbed this hand and he squeezed it, pulling you along as he went on his search for oysters. When he was sure he found a spot and began his digging you sat down in the water. Letting the soft waves ripple across your legs, if you closed your eyes you could pretend to be home again, this was so similar.

“I'd never leave you alone, you know?" Finnick's voice brought you back from the fantasy and you looked at him quizzically. He was still digging through different areas, of course the oysters were in such unnatural places, that was a reminder of how fake the fantasy was. "I'd always come back to you. You don't have to worry about me leaving you behind, or making you feel abandoned.” You looked away, staring at the glistening waters once again. There was no words you could think of to say, you wondered if you were still in shock, it felt nothing like how it had been described, but maybe this was all some weird, fucked up trauma response the universe had left you with as further punishment. Your mind was blank of anything other than how he, your amazing, smug, caring, generous, loving Finnick could actually be taken from this world and it would keep on spinning without him. Then his hand grabbed yours once again and he effortlessly pulled you from the water to walk with him back to Katniss and Peeta.

You laid your head on Finnick's shoulder as everyone began to eat. He opened one of the oysters up and offered it to you, but you just shook your head. There was no room for hunger, no room for anything except trepidation.

He shook his head back at you, “You need to eat." Finnick offered it back to you, he was so bossy and it made you love him even more.

“I'm not hungry, Finn." You knew you were exposing yourself with the nickname, which you only used when you felt most vulnerable, but it slid off your tongue so easily in the moment.

“You're gonna talk to me now?" He asked playfully, trying to lighten the load. You scowled at him, lightheartedly elbowing him in his side and he laughed.

“You're so mean to me." You burrowed your head back into his shoulder.

He scoffed, “I just put all my effort into a monologue of my devotion to you and then you decided staring at the waters which are in front of us all the time was more interesting.”

He was right of course even if it was all in jest, but you weren't going to let him win regardless of that fact. “It was hardly a monologue-" He turned to you abruptly, you frowned when your head lost contact with your shoulder but he grabbed your hands in his.

“I don't understand why you have cared about and loved me so deeply, except in the way that I know that's how I feel about you. You being here is the bane of my existence because I know that there isn't a day I could live without seeing your smile or sweet domesticity. You don't understand why I want to protect you so badly, but it's the same way you want to protect me. There isn't a universe where I could leave you when I know you need me, I married you as a promise that I would always return to you, protect you even if you're stubborn and here anyways. Death couldn't part me from a world that you were still in.” His sea green eyes were so serious and it did reverberate within your heart, but you still let yourself laugh.

"You are such a sweet-talker.” You announced with an eye roll, knowing he was right about how you felt. Except maybe selfishly if death parted the two of you, the only assumption you had made was he'd find someone else, some other smarter, braver, prettier partner who only couldn't compare to you in their adoration of him, but maybe that was a stretch as well.

“And you are impossible to please." He quickly packed your lips which left your yearning for his honey-dripping lips for seconds longer, if you suffocated with them on your own it would be the happiest you'd ever be. “Now eat, my love." You could melt into the sand thinking about how this man would pour out a heartfelt monologue just for you to leave your head long enough to eat, he was perfect, there would never be anyone else like him, and there never had been. He was it for you.

Screams interrupted your thoughts and you instantly stood up, “That's new." Peeta said as he rose as well, you all stood, staring across the beach where water seemed to be overflowing a portion of the jungle. Flooding that rushed from the trees and was so tall it was as high as the Cornucopia that bounced against, leaving large waves to rush up your feet. A drone came to pick up a body and it solidified in your brain that regardless of what Plutarch had planned these were never meant to be long Games, nor particularly violent with all the events occuring.

“Someone's here." Katniss said sharply, quickly pulling out an arrow, ready to shoot. You looked at the figures approaching from the jungle, not too far away. The aggressive motions of one of the figures nearly instantly told you who it was.

“Johanna." You whispered out and then Finnick was running forward.

“Johanna!" He shouted, catching her attention. You followed after him as she yelled back at him. Beetee and Wiress instantly run into the water when you realize Johanna’s figure was so obscured because she was covered head to toe in blood.

“Oh my god, what got you?" You asked, there was no way that much was hers or even someone else's. It was clotted in her hair, her skin, each piece of fabric.

“We were all the way, deep into the jungle where I thought it was going to be safe. That's when the rain started, I thought it was water, it turns out to be blood. Hot, thick blood, coming down. It was choking us! We were stumbling around, gagging on it blind.” Johanna signs through her explanation, ignoring Wiress’ mutters of tick, tock, tick, tock. Which you push away as well as just Wiress being Wiress. “That's when Blight hit the forcefield, he wasn't much, but he was from home.”

"What's wrong with her?” Katniss asks about Wiress, still muttering.

“She's in shock." Beetee is washing the blood of his glasses in the sea water. “Dehydration isn't helping, do you have fresh water?"

“We can get some."

Wiress is clinging to Johanna, desperately repeating her mantra. Who's trying to shove the older woman off, for most of you this is just the dynamic that's been accepted. You've each accepted a role to maintain relationships with one another, Wiress the crazy one, and Johanna the aggressive one. Katniss is put off and runs to Johanna, ready to fight.

“Hey what're you doing?" Johanna yells, Finnick trying to pull her away as you try to get between her and Katniss. “I got them out for you!” They're finally ripped apart when Peeta has his arms around a visibly confused Katniss. "Let go of me, Finnick!”

"Let's just go get you cleaned off.” You tilt your head walking with her and Finnick into the water. "I'm sorry about Blight.”

"Yeah.” She says gruffly as she dunked her head into the water, blood instantly beginning to spread into the once clear waters.

"And I didn't really get to thank you for saving me earlier, so thank you, Johanna.”

"Well I'm sure he would've killed me himself if I hadn't.” She nodded her head at Finnick. “Better go make a better impression with the Girl on Fire over there." She rolled her eyes, stalking over in that direction.

“Deep down she appreciates a thank you." Finnick's wrapped his arms around you from behind and you sway in the water. You hummed in agreement, just enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. What you would give for this to be the two of you in your kitchen back home is immeasurable as well as the things you would do to get that back.

“Were you serious though?" You blurt out, forcing yourself to acknowledge your feelings with him. There's a beat which you figure must be confusion as he tries to figure out what you're referring too. Before you have a chance to add on, he'd seemingly figured it out though.

“Of course I was serious. You don't have to worry because you're not gonna get rid of me that easily, angel." He chuckles, his lips pressed to the side of your head. You nod slowly,

“Thank you." You mumbled out, embarrassed that you'd even let the anxiety take over, but also not completely convinced. It felt shameful that no amount of words or actions was seemingly able to convince the deepest parts of your soul of anything but the worst.

“It's a clock!" Katniss yelled out catching everyone's attention, she helped Wiress out of the water where they've been sitting and began walking towards the Cornucopia . “This entire arena seems to be laid out like a clock, with a new threat every hour, but they stay only within their wedge.” Katniss explains and you all follow her, "It all starts with the lightning, then the blood rain, fog, monkeys, that's the first four hours. At 10 that big wave points from over there.” She points forward, Wiress stops walking. As if she's cautious of something.

“Wiress, you're a genius." Finnick smiles as you all keep trekking forward.

“The tail points at 12." Peeta observes when you reach the shining Cornucopia.

“That's where the lighting strikes at noon and midnight.” Katniss further explains.

“Strikes where?" Beetee asks, holding his coil of wire close.

“That big tree." She points once more and Beetee seems pleased, Wiress sits down on the edge of the rocks murmuring a nursery rhyme to herself.

"Great job, Wiress. We'll try and listen more next time.” You patted her shoulder before following the rest of the group to where a circle is being drawn out in the sand. Dividing it up in the clock like sectors of the arena. Trying to find out what comes next in each portion of the arena.

“It doesn't matter as long as we steer clear of whichever sect is active, we'll be safe, yeah?”

" Relatively speaking.” Finnick nods along and then Wiress' ambience of nursery rhymes is quiet and she gasps. Your head shoots towards where she would be and there's Gloss, knife in Wiress' chest. Before you'd even had a chance to react Katniss’ arrow had pierced through his chest, you'd no clue where she'd come from, but you could hear a sound of outrage from Cashmere. You followed the sound and saw her lunging forward, blindly trying to avenge her brother. Without a second thought you'd shoved Katniss out of the way and a knife was flying out of your hand into Cashmere's heart. Her head hit the ground and that dreadful buildup of guilt was returning. She'd always been kind to you, there were amicable jokes and small complaints to one another at parties. An understanding that you'd struggled through the same, ever present issues and now you were once again the person cutting that life short after allowing a bond to be created. But you had to keep Katniss safe, to get her out of the arena, regardless of the consequences.

The Career pack had seemingly crept up on all of you, Finnick and Peeta were fighting off the attacks of Brutus and Enobaria. Your next knife barely missed Enobaria as she fled to the other side of the Cornucopia, Katniss’ arrow doing similarly with Brutus. Peeta tried to run after them, even if people talked about him like he was the weaker one, you'd seen from the way he trained with Brutus that it was anything, but true. Finnick knew that regardless of Peeta's strength he needed to be protected, kept alive, so he blocked him from the chase. Katniss; however, did try to follow after them, make sure the two were gone, Johanna followed behind. Under no circumstances could you let the Mockingjay get hurt, Peeta was because of that, but she was the one you'd been instructed to get out.

You looked over at Finnick, trying to communicate with him that you'd be following and he gave a curt nod. Only a few steps in though you were completely thrown off your balance, your brain started buzzing. You weren't sure what was going on except that your hands were desperately searching for crevices in the rocks to hold onto. The force of the wind whipped at your skin so hard it genuinely hurt and your fingers tried not to slip on the wet rocks. It was spinning, the Cornucopia was spinning around at full force, trying to throw you off, you tried to calm down. Focus on seeing if you could spot Finnick through the water sprays and the way it hit your face in harsh droplets. It wasn't that different from being on a boat, crabbing when the weather got difficult, being tossed around. Maybe if you shut your eyes that's what you could imagine this was, but then your hands were slipping and you were trying to force your body to stay still. Fingers blindly searching for another crevice, rocks scratching at them as you tried to dig your fingers into the rock. Body sliding down, it didn't matter that you could swim, if the impact was too harsh you could go unconscious on impact and no amount of experience in the water could save you from that.

Finnick would be okay though, if anyone was fine it would surely be him. He'd know exactly where to place his grip, he'd be strong enough to hold on, he could probably hold onto someone else too. Those thoughts are quickly cut short when you hear yourself screaming as something, something sharp, has lodged itself into your back. Breathe, you tell yourself digging your fingers into the rock deeper. Something is tearing into your back, the pressure of the wind definitely isn't helping, and you're barely able to focus on keeping hold of the slick rocks. Through the wind you can hear more screams, shouts, too obscure to make out who the belong to, but it reminds you that you need to survive long enough to rescue Katniss, you need to keep holding on.

Finally, the movement is slowing down, at least you think it is, maybe your perception of speed has just changed. By the time the Cornucopia comes to a stop you still feel dizzy, like a phantom of the spinning. When your brain stops buzzing the pain in your back is worse than you expected. It's torturous to try and stand, but you bite your lip, trying not to groan as you stand. Your legs are wobbly at first and then you hear Finnick call your name.

“Finnick there's something in my back." He's running towards you, eyes full of concern. Your taking deep breaths to try and move through the pain, “I need you to take it out."

Soon he's behind you and before you can say anything more his hand grabs yours from behind, "This is gonna hurt a lot-”

"Don't tell me, just rip it out, like a bandaid.”

"Angel, I can't do that. I'll do it as fast as I can, but I can't just tear it out without causing more damage." His fingers are rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

You're crying a little and even though it causes more pain you laugh a little, “It's one of those stupid scalpel chains isn't it?"

“Yeah, sweet girl, squeeze my hand as hard as you need too." You're nodding, putting the free arm to your mouth to try and muffle yourself if you scream at all. Trying not to bite when you realize this is just as excruciating as the fog had been, fingernails digging into Finnick's hand as he pulls out each piece of the chain. “I've got you, angel, it's okay." By the time all the pressure from the chain has left your back you feel faint. “There we go, all done, you did such a good job." There's no chance to acknowledge him when you're letting yourself run to the edge so you can hurl into the water.

You force yourself to keep standing, “How bad is it?"

“Just deep enough to stick, but you're gonna be okay.” Finnick helps you steady yourself, avoiding the tender wounds on your back.

"Let's just get what we need and get off this bloody island." Johanna says and everyone complies.

“I can carry you, if you want." Finnick offers, already helping you across the rocks.

“I can walk, Finnick, I'm sure soon enough we'll be hit with something else that gives me enough adrenaline that I won't even feel it." You shrug, trying to force yourself to have good spirits. “And I still think hypothermia was worse so-"

He lets himself laugh, shaking his head, “You say that about everything."

“Because it's true! I was so cold that I felt like I was on fire and I was seeing things, I'm sure my back can take a few hits."

"Okay, angel, whatever you say.”

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You don't know how long had passed since they stripped you of your wet, muddied, bloodied clothes, or since they injected you with something that made you pass out until you woke with seemingly no injuries to remind you of the past except the stitches in your side. You do know that now they've allowed you rest, before you're thrust back into the Capitol to be seen, to be crowned. The blankets felt like the softest thing to ever grace your skin and the mattress itself is a blessing, but you can't appreciate it when your eyes bore into the wall, guilt infesting your bloodstream.

Light floods into the room and you fear that you've been lost in your head for so long it's already time for them to play dress up with your lifeless body. But his scent is something you've always known instantly, saltwater, sand, the smell of home. You don't even look at him, there's no point, you need the darkness to engulf you and let you have a redo.

“I wish you let me die in that arena." You don't recognize your own voice, so hoarse, so numb.

He took a cautious step into the room, “I know." Finnick sounds like he's already resigned himself to this, to whatever this is. You finally tear your eyes from the walls, briefly having let them pass over his figure, but doing nothing more than scooting over. You hope he got the message you silently urged for and of course he does, he gets you so well. When his body heat is by yours once again, you resent that you're able to have it, that you fought to have it.

‘You don't deserve to cry,’ is what you had begun to tell yourself the moment they grabbed you from that arena. The tears of a murderer do little to those whose blood they've shed. Yet when his hand is cupping your cheek, you feel the tears returning. The longer the silence persists, the better you'll be able to hold back from crying, but eventually you succumb to the uprising of tears and you've probably stained whatever Finnick is wearing.

“He's my best friend Finnick." Was. He was your best friend. Before you dug your talons in, chewed up the parts you needed, and kept the blood on your hands. That bright, beautiful boy that by all means you were supposed to end up with. You'd resisted that ending so much the universe had seemingly decided to make it a tragedy instead. “My best friend." His home was yours, his family was one with you, but you had to be selfish and greedy, so karma took its place.

Finnick's hands cradled your head, and you let yourself push away just to melt right back into them. “And he tried to kill you."

It made you seethe, how dare he be right, "Because I used him, I did that to him. He should have killed me, I'm not meant for this, Finnick.”

"Angel, the Capitol is eating out of your hand, you go out there, you smile and laugh, they love it. And then you walk straight off that stage to me.” You've sat up, trying to stop the hyperventilation that's taken control of your body. You can feel his hands on yours, trying to guide your breathing, but your brain felt too loud to even attempt to follow.

“Why'd you let me do it? You should've told me it was stupid, you should've let him win. He has a family who cares about him, oh my god his family!" Maybe it's not fair to blame Finnick, it had been your idea after all, but it helps because you felt like the insurmountable grief would eat you alive.

He pressed his forehead to yours, “I know, I know, angel, I'm sorry." Later you'll feel more remorse for what you said, but now you could barely breathe.

"You'd said you wanted to keep me safe and now I've screwed it all up because the world is punishing me."

Finnick had gone back to trying to steady your face, for his hands to calm you, which only works to remind you every one in a while to breathe. “Nothing is punishing you, this isn't your fault."

“No, it is, it's all my fault, Finnick! I couldn't just be satisfied with how my life was supposed to be. I wanted you so bad and pushed away my fate and so now the universe has to punish me"

“Stop it." His voice is grounded, caring but stern like the way he's been holding your face. “Don't do that, sweet girl, no one is getting retribution against you for anything.”

"What are the odds? Who does that happen to, Finnick? I just happened to get pulled in the same year as my best friend who everyone knows I'm supposed to end up with and then suddenly you want me again?”

"The odds are never in anyone's favor. And I wanted you anyways.”

You've begun scratching at your chest, which you've never done before, but the newfound anxieties seem to have taken over. But Finnick instantly is pulling your hands away. "I'm not meant for this, I'm just supposed to be the person who gets married and lives in some small house on the beach, who goes to the markets, not this.”

“And you put on a show for them, angel, and then we get to go back home and live that life as much as possible. You only have to keep the act up for them." You didn't have it in you to keep explaining otherwise, you were exhausted, although part of you told yourself you'd be better off without sleep, that you didn't deserve rest. Finnick could of course sense it all and pulled you into his chest. The warmth you'd so missed finally fully surrounding you, protecting you from everything, even your own thoughts for a little while. It was a heat you so desperately craved and the idea you'd never feel it again had haunted you when you'd almost died in the cold. So you nuzzled yourself deeper into his chest, "Get some rest, sweet girl.” His lips pressed to the top of your head.

Your brain refused to rest peacefully, but if you so much as mumbled in your sleep Finnick was there to soothe you until it passed and eventually he was waking you. For a moment, when your eyes had just fluttered open, it was easy to imagine that it was just you and Finnick back home, that none of that had occurred had ever happened. Maybe if you convince yourself of that delusion for long enough it would be an easy enough fantasy to slip into whenever you needed to give the Capitol a facade of joy. You were a victor after all.

“They're just going to do the same process that happened before the parade before your stylist gets whatever she had planned ready. I'll be there when you're done."

"Finnick, I'm sorry.”

"You don't have to apologize to me.” He understood what you'd gone through, he'd been there too and even though you knew that it still felt cruel to have blamed him for anything related to your actions.

"I-” He interrupted you with a kiss, you'd almost forgot what his mouth was like, the taste of honey on his lips.

"I’ll meet you after, angel.” He parted ways with you at the sleek, silver door to a scarily, clinical room. Soon enough you were being surrounded by a flock of your designing team to get your primped to the nines.

“You literally had me on the edge of my seat, it was divine." One of them squawked, making sure your body was completely devoid of any hair they hadn't specially planned to be there. You simply smiled as gratefully as you could, nodding along with each remark they made.

“We need more games like you, I mean they're all interesting, but you brought such a kick to it. One of the most entertaining by far!" One squealed, trimming your nails. Making a small look of disgust when he pulled out the dried mud and blood lodged underneath your fingernails.

“Oh, you'll be a must have at my big birthday gala next month. You will come won't you?” The woman with bright green hair who was powdering something onto your face asked eagerly.

“Of course, you've all done so much for me!" Your face hurt from the forced smiles as you gushed, and they oohh’d and aahh’d at your performance.

“You are the sweetest little thing, I could just burst!" The green haired woman waved her hands around expressively, the others nodding along with her.

“Anyone who doesn't already love you, will have to now!" The man announced, putting down your hand.

“Well we've done the makeup Cambrie requested, so we’ll let her know you're ready for the dress. It's simply divine. You'll wait right in there." You were ushered into a much more comfortable looking room and the smell of food instantly made you salivate. You'd forgotten how long it had been since you'd last eaten, especially something more than small fish, rabbits, berries, and nuts. Instantly you dove into each dish you could, eager to finally fill your stomach that has longed for food for over a week now.

You'd nearly eaten your fill when Cambrie’s bright voice filled the room. “I knew it would be you, I told everyone I could how much of a sweetheart you were! And now everyone wants one of my looks. You are such a blessing!” She kissed both of your cheeks,"You know what they're calling you?” You shook your head, not sure if you really wanted to know. "A Princess!” She squealed, obviously filled with glee."That's amazing to work with."

You smiled as big as you could to match hers, “Oh I'm flattered, but why that?"

“I mean look at you, the sweet, little girl from District 4 with two men pining to have her. Not a slob like some of the victors from past years, perfectly kind and refined." If it was considered kind and refined to manipulate and kill other children, then you guessed you would fit the bill. “So your dress reflects that, the princess style as one would say. I would've loved to incorporate a tiara, but since you'll be crowned at the end of the night we had to forego that."

The dress shimmered like the ocean in sunlight,"It's beautiful.” You said starting at the gown, it felt wrong to dressed in the Capitol's finest as Conway was being shipped in a wooden coffin back home.

“Just like you!" Cambrie clapped her hands together before leading you out of the room to where you'd wait to be presented back in front of Panem. Finnick immediately caught your eye and you resisted running straight to him.

“You look beautiful." He had a twinkle in his eye, that made you want to slip back into the fantasy that all of this wasn't because you'd won the Hunger Games, that it was just a regular day.

“You're not too bad yourself.” You shrugged with a playful smile. Then faster than anticipated it was time to go, Finnick squeezed your hand encouragingly. You let your smile fall for a fraction of a second to take a deep breath before plastering it back on.

“You've got this.” He whispered, kissing your hand before releasing it as you walked towards the steps of the stage.

“You know her, you love her, our very own Capitol Princess and victor of the 69th Annual Hunger Games!" He shouted your name into the microphone to a resounding applause as you walked onto the stage. Making sure to wave to everyone you could each of whom flailed their arms in excitement. “I think I speak for all of us when I say we're very excited to have you back." People cheered in agreement as you let out an airy laugh in response.

“Well Ceaser, I'm glad to be back, everyone is so kind!" You were smiling so hard your nose scrunched up, in hopes that they found it adorable.

“I would ask you what you're most excited for now that you're back, but I think we know the answer to that one." He quirked his eyebrows and the audience murmured in agreement.

You felt your face getting hot and looked down shyly, “Oh Ceaser-" You tried to make yourself seem as much like a hopeful romantic, innocent girl as you could. Maybe it could reverse the effects that manipulating Conway may have had on how you were perceived.

“Am I right? Have you been able to rekindle flames with a certain Capitol Darling?" You hid your face in your hands for a second, kicking your legs, the audience laughed, and you were certain there must be cameras somewhere planted on Finnick to try and capture a reaction. "I think we know what that means.” Caesar shot his blinding smile at the crowd who cheered.

“All I can say is there are many things I'm excited to return to, and people." You'd accepted since your interview that if you did win then your romantic life would be of great interest to the Capitol, so you didn't shy away from playing into it, giving a small, longing look off the side of the stage that the cameras would be sure to pick up.

“And I suppose for now you'll make us settle for that as an answer?"

“For now, Caesar, a woman has to have her secrets." You repeated, alluding back to your original interview, and the audience gave a playful groan.

"Well then, for now, that's an answer we'll have to be happy with. But I know we're all burning to go over these highlights with you.” The highlights, your moment to try and keep up the persona while rewatching the moments already ingrained into your mind. Everyone watching seemed eager with anticipation of the cheers were any indicator.

“I wouldn't want to keep anyone waiting then." Your gaze was purposely wide and as doe-eyed as you could make it be. The Bloodbath was first, your kills, the alliance and you were able to maintain the facade as he pestered you about your abilities with the knife. You distracted your brain with how cold the auditorium seemed to be, how thin the fabric of the dress was which left you trying not to shiver. Then it was conversations with Conway and you tried even harder to play into the act while trying to detach yourself from reality.

“I know some people were definitely rooting for you and Conway in the tragedy of it all, but I have to ask, and I want you to be honest. Did you love him?"

“He was my closest friend in the world, of course I loved him." Not like how he wanted you too, or how you knew logically you should have loved him, but it was love. Your voice was soft, sweet, and trembled with the fear of tears. Which you decided could actually be helpful at some point to keep painting yourself in this light.

You could have sworn you saw audience members crying, not because they cared about you, or him, but because to them this was a tale of tragedy that added a kick to their entertainment. Caesar hummed, “But you loved someone else more?" His voice was softer in the microphone as well.

You looked at him, “Only one of us was going to come out of the arena, it wasn't a matter of who I loved more." What a lie, if it was Finnick you were certain you'd give it all up for him in a split second. Sounds of sobs filled your ears and you pushed down the anger you felt at these people for how they'd ripped your life, Conway's life apart , just to cry over it now. Next was the highlight where you'd almost died and that was much easier to talk about, besides the fact that you could currently feel how cold your nose was getting which made your body want to curl up, you took every muscle to resist that impulse though.

“What were you thinking when that parachute was flying down from the sky?"

“Honestly, Caesar, it's fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure I was hallucinating." You forced a nervous laugh which the audience returned in full force and so did Ceased. You turned your body to face them, “However since then all I've wanted to say is thank you, to all of you who sponsored me during the games." The tears about Conway you let spill in full force about this instead, silently hoping it would win even more people over. “I'm just so grateful for all the generosity you've shown me and I will forever be." The crowd gave out noises of approval.

When the coverage of the battle between your allies and the Careers began and all the way up to those you cared about most in those Games, you let your soul float into the clouds. Allowing a smiley, teary eyed autopilot to take over your brain. You don't remember leaving autopilot until you were seated in some sort of throne-like chair, President Snow giving a speech to the citizens of Panem. He turned to you and you rose as he approached you with a crown, a crown that represented how you backstabbed your way to the top.

You bowed your head slightly as he placed the cold metal on your head, “Wonderful job, my dear." He said gruffly with a smile and although you could feel your body shaking, you forced one back.

“Thank you, Mr. President."

Yet he reiterated his statement in a way that gave you chills that you couldn't understand, “A wonderful job, you've really proven what these games are about."

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"Did we leave the spile in one of the trees?” You ask, dehydration certainly isn't helping how lightheaded you felt.

Peeta nods, “Yeah, impossible to know which one though."

"I'll go find it then.” You volunteered.

"I need to give the beach a good walk around, as well, let my brain finish thinking something up.” Beetee stood up, coil of wire in hand.

“You're not going alone." Finnick objected, ready to go with you.

“I'm not going alone, I have Beetee. We'll be fine, Finnick, it's a circle you'll be able to see us the whole way around." He looked reluctant, but knew there wasn't much he could do unless he followed you around, but he couldn't leave Johanna to take care of both Katniss and Peeta.

He sighed, “Be safe." His tone was even, straight-laced, “Beetee make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

You scoffed, “I'm looking for a spile!" But Beetee nodded to Finnick. “I’ll be fine! If I need you I'll scream." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“I'll send out a search party if you're not back in 20 minutes."

You looked around the arena slowly before looking back at him, “I'm sure there's no way of telling, but I'll be back. I promise." You smiled and he's still frowning, but he kisses your forehead and lets you walk off with Beetee.

“20 minutes!" He shouts after you as you begin walking around the perimeter of the beach, looking around the trees.

“So what's your plan with that?" You nod towards the coil Beetee is fiddling with.

“We've got water, lighting, a conductor, everything we need to electrocute." Beetee responds, you're ducking in and out of the trees. Searching for where the spile could be nestled in. You're far enough that you can't really see the group through all the trees, but that doesn't bother you until you hear a scream. It's far enough away that it's faint, screams of a young girl and then Katniss. You and Beetee are looking around, listening to the noise that's carried only by the breeze, when another voice enters the cacophony. It's familiar to you, but your brain struggles to process the sound. “That's you." Beetee says slowly.

Your brain does; however, instantly register the next scream, calling your name, Finnick. Instantly you'd ran out of the treeline back into the sand, back to where you'd left the group. “Finnick!" You screamed back, heart racing in panic. “Johanna, where's Finnick?" Both him and Katniss are gone, you can hear their shouts on top of the other noises.

“He followed her in." Johanna tilted her head towards the jungle and your legs instantly started moving, to find him, to show him the screams aren't really you. “It's already closed off, you can't go in."

"What do you mean, closed off?” You get your answer instantly when your hands touch the shield surrounding the woods the screams are coming from. You see Katniss running forward screaming and Peeta comes up by you, telling her it's just the birds. What birds? She's being hounded by them as she falls to the ground and you realize the screams are coming from them.

“Jabberjays." Beetee says, coming up behind you. You let your hands trace along the wall as you keep walking.

“What're you doing?" Johanna asks, exasperated.

“I have to find him, if he can at least see me-" Her scoff interrupts you but you keep darting your eyes through the trees in this clear cage, following it.

“He knows by now that it's not really you.”

"I know that!” You don't mean to snap at her, it frustrates you that you even pulled your eyes away from the jungle. "I know him, Johanna, and if he can see me then he'll know for certain that I'm okay." You're about to turn in the jungle as you follow the wall but Johanna grabs your arm, you start to shove her off. “Let go of me!”

"You go in there and it could be the next hour, the moment those stupid mutts are done, whatever is in there you'll be stuck with.”

"I don't care!”

She grabs you again, "But he does!” The frustration makes you want to cry all over again. She's right and that infuriates you, looking back inside the bubble when you catch a glimpse of him. Sitting, knees to his chest, covering his ears as he whispers something to himself, eyes clenched shut as birds flutter around him.

You don't care if he can't hear you when you hit the wall, “Finnick! Finnick!" Johanna mumbles something, but you don't listen. Too busy trying to beg him to look your way, but he doesn't. All you can do is watch him as he talks to himself, the way his fingers dig into the side of his head, how hurt he looks. You hate yourself, for disregarding him to go search for the stupid spike, for letting him be there for you and now not being there for him. "There's gotta be a way to break it.” Your voice cracks.

"I helped design the technology, it's unbreakable." Beetee’s voice is quiet in the clamor going on in your head. You hate him too right now for giving them this, something to stop you from getting to him. Forehead pressed to the wall as you let yourself cry, let the shame take over your body. You've forced yourself to keep your eyes on him, to suffer more, a just punishment for allowing this to happen. If you'd stayed out then the screams wouldn't have ever lured him in deeper. At some point he removed his hands from his ears and began to stare forward numbly. Allowing the birds to screech in his ears with your stolen voice, you resent yourself more for not trying harder, for letting him slip into such a state even if there was nothing more to do. Centuries seem to pass when suddenly there's a silence and your head falls forward, the wall is gone, the birds are lying on the jungle floor.

Instantly you're running forward, you want to scream out in relief that it's finally over, but you're terrified to startle him. You kneel down in front of him, there are streaks on his face from what must have been tears, but now he's just blank. “Finn?" It's whispered, so as not to put him on alert.

Slowly his eyes moved to your face, at first it's somewhat untrusting, like he doesn't believe it's really you. The worry on your face must prove to him otherwise because that look is soon gone.

“Are you okay?" You know the answer is no, but you don't know what else to say, too guilt ridden to think of a way to help.

“Yeah, I'm fine." He mutters and you nod just kneeling by him.

Your stomach is churning, it felt like your blood was full of pure, unfiltered anxiety, so you force your foot not to tap, but you can feel your toes twitching. “I'm sorry.” You croaked out and he shook his head again, "No, I am, I'm sorry Finnick. I should've stayed with you, I should've-"

“Are you hurt?" His hoarse voice asks, it's numb like the way his eyes are.

“No, Finnick, I was fine, I am fine!"

“Then it doesn't matter." He shrugs.

“It matters to me." Finnick looks at you, like your words are finally sinking into him. Cautiously you bring your hands up to his, “Do you wanna go to the beach? We can, we can go there." Besides the fact he always wanted to be at the beach back home, that was especially true when the episodes of not being able to ignore the burden on his shoulders happened. Your own uncertainness made you angry with yourself, he was always putting on a facade to be strong when you needed him too and now when it was your turn, you couldn't even stop your voice from shaking. His head moved ever so slightly, “Yeah? Come on." Slowly you began to rise, keeping your hands on his as he stood as well. As carefully as you could you guided him back to the sands of the beach, to the waters.

He instantly submerged himself in the water as he sat down, letting waves rise on him. You followed suit, wrapping your arms around him and he leaned back into you. “Don't leave me either." Finnick eventually spoke, the setting sun highlighting his face.

You shook your head furiously, “I won't." Maybe you didn't understand what about you he found grounded or endeared him, but you did know you never wanted to see or even think of him the way you just had, again. You also accepted there would never be a day where you didn't think about it, what you did, how he looked, how he acted, how scared he seemed. It would haunt you and you would let it, if only to make sure it never happened again. Part of you wished the seawater would consume the both of you here, forever immortalize you with it and make sure there was never a moment you could be parted from each other's arms. Yet a larger piece of you was more determined than ever to execute the plan the best you could so you could be free of the control and mind games of the Capitol, so you could just live the rest of your life out with Finnick the way you'd both intended. To end it all, no matter what it took, so nobody else would have to live the life of the so-called ‘Victor.’

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[deep-space-netwerk]

Alright, so, black holes right?

Most people have probably seen this astOUNDING image of the black hole at the center of the M87 galaxy - the first real picture of a black hole.

It may look like a blurry orange donut, but you gotta understand, this was and still is a hugely impressive achievement. At a black hole's event horizon, the escape velocity (or the speed at which something has to travel to escape the body's gravitational pull) is faster than the speed of light. By definition a black hole cannot be directly observed. Imaging the shadow of M87* required using eight ground-based radio telescopes all over the world, working together as an interferometer - or as though they were one single telescope the size of the entire planet.

So that's fucking cool in its own right, but how did we know that black holes existed before 2019 when we could actually "see" one? How do we detect something that reflects no light when we DON'T have a simulated telescope the size of Earth? The answer is gravity.

We think that most large galaxies have supermassive black holes at their centers, left over from their chaotic infancies when hundreds of thousands of early stars collided and then collapsed, and then kept colliding. To give you an idea of what we mean by "supermassive", the black hole at the center of the Milky Way, Sagittarius A* (pronounced "A-star"), is about 4 million times the mass of our sun. And that's SMALL.

So while black holes aren't the horrible all-consuming reality-guzzling unmakers of creation that science fiction likes to paint them as - we aren't in any danger whatsoever from Sagittarius A*, now or ever - they CAN get big enough to really throw things around. So we looked for objects moving under the influence of . . . nothing.

This gif is a years-long timelapse of stars orbiting something in a seemingly-empty region of space the center of the Milky Way, the approximate location marked with a red plus sign.

That something is Sag A*. It's an invisible behemoth, made of the extraordinarily dense remains of the birth of our galaxy, juggling entire solar systems the way Jupiter flings asteroids. And for so long, we couldn't even see it.

This shit makes me go fucking crazy. Imagine what else is out there that we don't understand just because we don't have the tools to even know it exists! Not just in space, in any field of scientific study!

It wasn't until the 1990s that we started realizing trees talk to each other, and now we know there's fungal mycelium networks that connect trees across entire continents. Just THIS YEAR we discovered an entirely new ecosystem underneath the hydrothermal vents in the deepest parts of the ocean floor. For most of human history, the existence of planets around other stars was highly debated, and now we've confirmed over 5 thousand of them. We even know what some of their atmospheres are made of!

There's a saying that "the more you know, the more you know you'll never know", and I feel like there's never been a time in history when that's been more true. And it's almost comforting, y'know? The universe is so vast, it feels correct that we shouldn't be able to understand all of its intricacies.

Reality is stranger than fiction, and the reality is there's stuff out there that we don't even have the words to begin to describe. Until we do! And our reward is even more questions!

[fbwzoo]

Hey- I was wondering if there's any way I can help/contribute to the effort to end/change wild caught trade? I would love to be a part of something so cool

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED. Thank you for activating info dump mode, I hope you enjoy your experience!

There are SO many ways to help work towards changing/ending hermit crab wild capture. Some may not seem as connected as others, but they all help with the overall goal of educating people about hermit crabs, valuing them, and respecting nature.

The more we can teach people that they shouldn't be cheap "disposable" pets, that they can live for decades instead of months, and how the wild caught trade is decimating populations, the less demand there will be for it. Play to your strengths and do what you can. Even small things make a difference!

(This post will have a ton of links, so please share since it'll probably get blocked from tags!)

Casual Advocating

- share a cool fact with class or with your friends! "Hermit crabs can live over 40 years" "Hermit crabs can lose legs due to stress, but can grow them back when molting" "Hermit crabs live in the ocean as zoea (babies) for up to a month before they become land hermit crabs" ...I could go on & on. 😂

- Remind friends & family not to bring hermit crabs home from beach shops, & not to take shells off the beach. Sometimes they have marine hermits in them, even if they look empty. These crabs will die without an established saltwater aquarium or being returned to the beach.

- Know someone interested in getting hermit crabs? Try to gently steer them away from pet stores & tell them about Land Hermit Crab Owners Society's adoption program! Or if they already have crabs, ask if they've heard of LHCOS & Crab Street Journal (original site), or send them to the websites or Facebook group for science-backed care info.

- If you know a teacher who wants to get a classroom pet, or maybe already has some crabs as classroom pets, tell them about the Claws in the Classroom program! They can get lots of help with a proper set up & free supplies for their crabs, as well as activity sheets & lesson plans. Having crabs in a classroom can be a big commitment, but LHCOS is happy to help, as it's a wonderful way to show kids proper care & teach them how cool hermit crabs are. Many beach stores and pet shops target kids with the bright painted (and toxic) shells, so we gotta beat them to their audience!

- Simply show people pictures of the captive bred babies! They're so freaking adorable, it's hard not to fall in love with them. 🥰

(Pictures all from Mary Akers' site)

More Direct Advocating

Some of these things may require being more involved in the crabby community or going out of your way with time & materials. If you want to advocate in person with events & pet stores, make sure you stay polite, friendly, and helpful! LHCOS aims to educate people without making them defensive or alienating others from our mission.

- Talk to pet stores in your area. See if they're willing to check out LHCOS, or make some changes to improve the store set up. Chain stores may be more limited with this, but it's worth a try. Independent pet stores may be willing to listen & learn about what supplies to promote over others, or even to avoid carrying hermit crabs at all. CSJ has printable info sheets you can offer, including a pet store appeal letter.

- Spread care information. On Craigslist in the pet section, on Facebook, on other social media. Make a post in your neighborhood FB group about not buying crabs at the beginning of the summer. I know someone who recently started putting business cards with LHCOS info next to the hermit crab supplies in chain pet stores. Hand out info at local pet events in your town!

- Contact people in charge. Hermit crabs are often still used as prizes at carnivals and fairs, and crab races are sometimes included at these events. If you hear about an event doing this, contact those in charge and try to educate them. Ask them to cancel or discontinue the use of hermit crabs in these things. It's especially prevalent around beach towns. We have a group member who has tried for years to get a Miss Crustacean Pageant in her area to stop exploiting hermit crabs, but no luck yet. But she still goes every year to hand out care information to whoever will take it.

- Attend Crab Con! It's absolutely amazing. You can get lots of great deals on food, supplies, & hermit crab merch, and spend the whole weekend learning & talking about hermit crabs! What's not to love? It's going to be in person in Virginia in 2023, but there will be an online part as well, for everyone who can't make the trip!

- Rescue crabs in your area! Check craigslist, kijiji, and similar sites. Facebook banned animal sales, but I still found my new crab on marketplace. Just be prepared to deal with crabs in poor condition - look up the Post Purchase Death Reduction method and learn what to do for limb loss, surface molts & naked crabs.

- Adopt crabs from the LHCOS adoption program, or adopt captive bred babies. This can be a great way to get crabs that are healthier than rescues. If you're able to adopt from those who do a lot of rescue work, you also free up space for them to help more crabs in need. Adopting captive bred babies obviously helps support the breeding program. Plus, you get hermit crabs that have never been abused or neglected! They've been loved & cared for since day 1. Just make sure you join the FB group for baby crab owners! They have some specific needs that are a bit different from bigger crabs.

- Volunteer with LHCOS. This is one where you'll need to be in the community for some time first, and you'll need to be reliable. But if you're really interested in hermit crabs and want to get involved, you can look into becoming a local representative for the organization, or becoming one of the educational people who go to reptile shows with a LHCOS booth. There may be other areas that need help, but Stacy would be the one to contact about that once you've been around a bit.

- Donate! Saved this for last bc there's a bunch of different places and ways you can donate. All of these are important parts of the overall mission!

Mary Akers, founder of Hermit House Captive Breeding

Darcy Madsen, certified breeder with Hermit House & runs Crab Central Station YouTube (second link is their website)

Land Hermit Crab Owners Society

Claws in the Classroom, you can donate money through the LHCOS PayPal above, or you can contact Stacy/LHCOS about donating supplies.

Shell donations - The Classroom program can often use shell donations to give teachers. There are also 3 different people who currently work to provide wild hermit crabs with safe shells in Taiwan, Japan, and Florida, USA! Scroll down that link for their addresses.

Painted shells - you can donate these for use with educational booths with the address listed here.

LHCOS & Mary also have stores where they sell hermit crab supplies & merch, if you want to grab some cool stuff while supporting them! The other stores on that list all sell safe hermit crab supplies, and many of us do rescue, advocacy, & donate to CITC as well.

I know this was a LONG answer, but there's just so many ways to make a difference for hermit crabs! It takes an army to stand up for these amazing little guys. I hope this helps and you can join me in being known as a weird hermit crab person!!

[blacklegsanjiii]

are there any cultural differences Fishman!Sanji had to figure out? not sure what theydve been but the dude was raised on a snail and then an underwater island, theres bound to be land things hes bewielderd by. he screams the first time he sees a squirrel and hates the feel of mud. he doesnt understand how anyone can like the smell of freshwater bc its so different from salt.

also zoro challenged him once to a breathholding competition. i say once because for obvious reasons he never did again

That's so fucking funny. Sanji pulling on Jinbei's sleeve while pointing at a dog and asking what that is. Also, realistically, Sanji's has to have the worst land legs. Like Sanji told Zeff he hated going on land because he rarely went on land unless it was with his dad that only happened every few months for like a day.

Also it definitely depends on the mud cuz some mud feels like the beaches but others he's just groaning at. He probably doesn't mind the smell of some fresh water, he still had to drink it to live and saltwater constantly, gotta imagine someone at a warlord meeting pat his head and cringed at the crunchy saltwater hair, like Mihawk or Crocodile passing by as they arrived and just hearing a crunch as they pat his head. Which led to after the meeting discussing the fact Sanji's hair is not that of a fishman or mermaid and has different requirements and that it needs certain products to keep it from breaking.

Culturally, I'm not sure. Sanji was still raised by a pirate who was a former slave. He treats everyone respectfully. He's used to people gawking at him calling a fishman, a warlord "dad" and just having people not really treat him well outside of fishman island so soon as he's on his own and traveling it's gotta be a shock. It shouldn't be but fuck man that's his dad ya know? It hurts for him to not be equal technically.

Also I love the idea of the breath holding contest, especially early on like on the way to Alabasta? Zoro has gotta try to make a bet with the cook and he's like "you just got into so much debt with Nami what could you possibly do?"

"I won't complain about your pack mule for the next five islands."

"And if for some reason I lose you want booze, right?"

"Yeah. And you will."

"Sure moss."

Zoro can hold his breath for two minutes which is admirable. Sanji comes up after another 30 seconds and is like "that wasn't even that long!"

"What the fuck do you mean?!"

"Watch this!" And Sanji is underwater for like 25 minutes. When he comes back up he's a little winded but not much and everyone is gawking at him and Chopper is crying because he thought Sanji drowned. Sanji makes him cotton candy to calm down.

He just says he grew up in the ocean whenever someone asks and everyone just thinks he says "on" not "in" and doesn't inquire further.

[atom-writings]

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) What they look for in a partner!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N realized that if i want traffic on this account instead of the other i gotta start answering over here. anyway FUN REQUEST!!!! yippee!!!

Trigger Warning: None. Fluff, except for when I might say that your fav prefers someone not like you. But don't worry they still prefer you actually, they told me themselves.

Alfred is really not that romantically inclined, so the most important thing in a S/O for him is just… being chill and fun.

He’d like a partner that finds his random whims as fun as he does. Someone who would love to go on impromptu road trips and jump in the ocean with all your clothes on!

He really wouldn’t get along well with a S/O that tries to tone him down or constantly tell him no. Being able to reel him in a little bit would be good, but everyone else is always limiting him, he wouldn’t want you to be one of those people.

Another thing he’d absolutely adore is a partner that’s very unique! He doesn’t like being bored, so if you’re weird he’d love it!

Someone who is willing to engage with his interests!!! He will do the same for you happily!!! Go to plane museums and watch silly superhero movies!!!

Overall, Alfred doesn’t really have a type as much as a general vibe he likes in a partner. Someone whose weird, kind, and fun!

Arthur, unlike Alfred, is very romantically inclined! He would want a S/O that he can have a classic fairytale romance with.

Someone who is patient but also stubborn like him would be ideal. He can get a bit frustrating to deal with, so his S/O has to be… un-steam rollable? His S/O has to be willing to stand their ground and think clearly.

He’d love someone who's quite sarcastic and snarky. His partner should be capable of making fun of others in private without crossing the line into actually being mean.

He loves big romantic gestures! Anyone who is comfortable receiving those as well as doing them for him <3

Anyone who isn’t too sensitive. He’d prefer if the two of you can just tell each other what you want & need bluntly. He tries not to be super blunt, but that often ends up with just more confusion.

Someone who prefers quality time over quantity of time. He tries to be perfect for you, but that can get pretty tiring. If you’re independent, all the better. Don’t worry though, you’ll always be perfect to him, no effort required <3

Yao has had hundreds of partners, but never for very long. What he really wants is a S/O that isn’t a lot of pressure to be around.

He’d prefer a partner that’s willing to fulfill more of a… stay at home role. He’s very traditional and he finds the outside world stressful enough, he just wants a S/O that can always be calm and consistent.

He’d love a S/O that has older sensibilities like him, but he’d still see the value in a younger partner too. He can deal with being confused all the time, but he’d prefer not to.

Anyone who doesn’t require a lot from him, since he doesn’t want a lot from his partner either. He’s very domestic, and wants to see his partner as a relief from everyone else.

Someone who’s hardworking and honest! He wants to share values with his S/O, and being able to put in the effort while still being humble is a good indicator of that. He finds most upper-class people to be stuck up, so he would prefer a partner unlike those people.

Francis really does not have any specific type. Trying to find any overarching theme with his past partners is impossible- all he wants is someone interesting!

He’d really love someone he can hold an intelligent conversation with. He may seem dense, but he loves discussing art and literature. A S/O who loves to do that would be perfect!

He’d prefer a partner that loves doing exciting things! Whether that be creating a massive painting with him, visiting China on a whim, opening a restaurant together, or else, he just wants to have lots of incredible experiences with you.

Someone who doesn’t tease or question him when he’s vulnerable. Being completely honest is hard for him, so a comforting S/O is exactly what he needs.

He’d like for his partner to not rely on him too much. Being independent but still close is his ideal relationship!

Anyone who has tons of interests! He loves sharing his own life and fascinations with you, so he’d like you to do the same. He finds your unique perspective on everything to be incredibly interesting.

Ivan only really values one thing in a partner. Loyalty! The most important thing in a S/O for him is just being able to trust that they’ll stay.

He’d love a partner that is just incredibly kind! If his S/O was overly snarky, rude, or otherwise, he’d worry that they’d turn on him one day.

Anyone who doesn’t pressure him to change too much. He wants to get better for you, but knowing you’re upset with him makes it worse. He’s very set in his ways. 

Someone who doesn’t require a lot from him, romantic-wise. He’d prefer to go on a drive around St. Petersburg or sit in front of the fire reading, rather than go to a fancy restaurant or travel.

But other than that, he’d prefer someone very different. Be that because they’re loud, super chill, hyper, deathly quiet, or otherwise. He finds the company of someone most don’t like to be most comforting. Society doesn’t like him either, you’re meant to be together!

Someone who can get along with his sisters-

Most importantly, someone who likes him just the way he is! He really just wants a partner that’ll stay, won’t make fun of him, and won’t be scared by him.

Feliciano is also a simple man, he doesn’t care what his S/O is like as long as they truly love him for him. Cowardice, awkwardness, and clumsiness and all.

He’s a very traditionally romantic guy, so a S/O that can appreciate those things would be perfect!

He’d prefer someone he doesn’t have to have a lot of conflict with. Someone who’s easy-going like him! Fighting makes him cry and he really doesn’t know how to resolve conflict…

Someone who loves his country!!! He’s very proud of it and wants to show you every little part, along with 6-hour backstories accompanying it-

He’d love a S/O that’s strong unlike him. Someone who’s tough (emotionally or physically) while still being kind would literally be like a dream to him. He finds the most beauty in people that he knows he could never be like.

Anyone that isn’t overly sarcastic and blunt. He can find it funny sometimes, but often it ends up making him insecure. He’d prefer a partner that loves fully and unironically!

He doesn’t really care about anything other than that. All he wants is a non-complicated, loving relationship!

Ludwig doesn’t have anything specific he looks for, but he would love a S/O whose responsible like him while still being more easy-going.

Anyone who is consistent, always willing to just listen to him talk through his problems.

His partner would have to get along with his friends. That’s something that’s very important to him. He’d love if you guys were all friends, but if you’re only able to be passively friendly that’d be fine too.

Someone who doesn’t put all the pressure on him like everyone else does! He’d prefer if he doesn’t have to take care of or stress out about you, at least not for an extended period of time.

He’d love a partner that doesn’t try to change him. He admits that he can stand to loosen up and improve in a lot of areas, but pressuring him to do so makes it worse! You can trust that’ll try to get better on his own time, don’t worry.

Anyone who can tease him without hurting his feelings! In private, he’s rather jovial so I imagine you two would have a pretty light-hearted, funny repertoire. Just as long as it doesn’t get too serious.

Kiku, unsurprisingly, has relatively high standards for how his S/O is. He’s a very particular person, and he would like his S/O to meet those particulars. But of course, he’s still willing to make exceptions <3

At first, he’d find a S/O that’s more blunt and clear quite stressful, but he quickly realizes that it’s a great trait! Someone has to be able to speak up for the two of you.

He’d love a partner that he can sit in silence with. Him, reading manga or writing, while you play video games or whatever you want to be doing. He prefers just being in your presence over constantly having to engage with each other.

He doesn’t care much for a super independent S/O, but he wouldn’t mind it. He’d prefer that you two are like two halves of a whole. Your attachment is easy, no stress. Kiku would love to just do everything together, regardless of whether or not you’re talking during.

Someone who doesn’t judge him for his interests or his … nonchalant reactions to things. He gets embarrassed easily, so sometimes even teasing is overwhelming. He wouldn’t ever question you, so he’d appreciate the same.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Ride the Cyclone Kids and Sleepovers

okay, so i’m gonna do a few headcanons for sleepovers at specific people’s houses (Penny excluded), then general headcanons!

Constance’s house!

Second best place to have sleepovers at

Her parents are SO NICE

Dinner is always THE BEST there

Constance’s little brother sometimes hangs out with them for a bit

You can’t tell me Constance doesn’t own ALL the Just Dance games

So they usually end up having a very fierce dance battle during sleepovers

Constance always gives her bed to someone else, what a sweetheart

They somehow end up binge watching Barbie movies while over at her house

Mischa’s house!

Best place to have a sleepover at because they can do whatever the hell they want in his basement

There’s so much room for activities!

When they go to sleep, they’re usually sprawled out All Over the floor since there’s a lot of space

I feel like Mischa’s basement is the perfect location for playing Twister

Noel’s house!

They can’t be as wild at his house to keep from disturbing his mom, but it’s still really fun over there!

His mom likes seeing Noel hanging out with other kids :)

Catch Ocean out here CONSTANTLY sucking up to Ms. Gruber

Ocean’s house!

Worst place for sleepovers

First of all, it smells like weed and incense, which is just AWFUL

Second of all, her parents are just…really weird

They make everyone Really Uncomfortable

I feel like Ocean’s house has an awesome backyard, though, so they’ll usually hang out outside

Or in her room

She’s always so embarrassed of her house, poor girl

She hides it, though

Ricky’s house!

He definitely owns a Switch, so they’ll usually play games like Mario Kart

Which turns the whole sleepover into a literal WAR (Ocean will pick Rainbow Road Every Single Time)

When over at his house, it’s basically assured that SOMEONE is gonna wake up with a cat on their face

General sleepover shenanigans!

Okay, so, pajamas? (yes, it’s important I provide reference photos, you gotta get the VIBE)

Noel’s got, like, these (fake) silk pajamas, and it’s So Extra

Penny’s in this simple but super cute night gown

Constance has frog pajamas fight me

Meanwhile, Ricky has cat pajamas

Ocean has these weird upcycles pajamas

Mischa is just in some shorts and a muscle shirt

Penny got the Whole Choir animal slippers, and they’re all Legally Required to wear them

Penny has sheep (because of her last name), Ricky has cats (obviously), Noel has rabbits, Mischa has sharks (that look like they’re eating his feet), Constance has hedgehogs, and Ocean has penguins

They all fight over what movie to watch

“Citizen Kane!” “ew, no! we should watch Rear Window!” “i just wanna watch The Lion King 2…” “can we PLEASE watch Encanto” “SAW V!!!!!!!”

Sleepover games? Sleepover games

They do that game where you make the worst concoction of different food/drinks possible and have other people consume it (Ocean almost dies Every Time because you can’t tell me homegirl doesn’t have the weakest stomach ever)

THEY PLAY GARTIC PHONE

Here’s some examples of what they would do from when I played with my own friends

In order of who drew what: Constance, Ocean, Ricky, Penny

In order of who drew what: Ocean, Constance, Noel, Ricky, Penny, Mischa

Noel: Ocean, Kiss, Marry, Kill: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean: I’m acearo

Noel: Shit my bad

Noel: Ocean, Have As A Lab Partner For A Whole Semester, Be Stuck Inside An Elevator With For Seven Hours, Get Trained By At A Fast Food Restaurant: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean ALWAYS helps clean up while at someone else’s house (just because she wants the praise from their parents and HAS to be the favorite friend)

Noel: What the fuck are you doing

Ocean, doing the dishes: My part

OR

Mrs. Potts: Ricky, sweetie, why is your ginger friend vacuuming the carpet? How did she even know where the vacuum was??

Ricky, signing: She does that, just let it run its course

Mischa initiates pillow fights

Penny and Ricky would convince the others to make blanket forts with them

Mischa and Noel both like to style/braid the girls’ hair

When it finally falls silent, and they all seem like they’re finally about to go to sleep for the night, one of them will laugh for No Reason and cause all the others to start howling with laughter

If there’s no room on a couch when everyone else is already sitting, Penny will just be like “guess I have to lay on all of you”

And then she lays on all of them

One time while at Constance’s house, SOMEONE yelled for the Alexa to play Roman Holiday and utter MAYHEM broke out after that

Noel and Penny were SINGING

Ricky was jamming out, living his best life

Ocean was DESPERATELY trying to get the Alexa to stop

Constance was like “guys! guys, shh! people are gonna hear you!” (cause hc that the Blackwoods live above the cafe)

Mischa arrived back from the bathroom and was Very Confused

Noel and Penny were using random utensils as microphones and kept trying to get the others to join them (“come on, Mischa!” “this is a spatula”)

Penny, holding a ladle out to Constance: sing it, Constance!

Constance, leaning into the ladle like it’s an actual microphone: i don’t know Roman Holiday

Meanwhile, Ocean was DYING

Ocean, sobbing: Alexa, stop playing Roman Holiday!

Alexa didn’t hear her

Alexa wished for her death

[rising-volteccers]

Would you consider doing a kidnapping fic? Where Friede gets caught by Spinel and has to wait for the others to rescue him?

Well after working on this on and off for the past week, it's finally done! I had fun writing it so I hope it'll be an enjoyable read! I envision this to be a what if scene between HZ016 and HZ017.

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Spinel, Mollie, Murdock

--

Distantly, Friede wondered what crimes he committed in a past life to earn himself this Arceus damned awful day. 

His working memory might be poor but he did recall how the day started. After they docked the Brave Asagi on the outskirts of Mesagoza, each of them split up to cover more grounds with their resupply efforts. They were heading off to the Galar region, and while it was a considerably shorter trip from Kanto to Paldea, any trip that involved them crossing the ocean required their supplies to be topped up. The last thing they wanted was, in the event of an emergency, for them to run out of essentials far away from civilization. 

With the recent excitement of Liko’s disappearance still fresh on their mind, it was decided that the kids were to remain on board for today. Murdock, Orla and himself would do the resupply run. Friede trusted in Orla and Murdock’s ability to fend for themselves if something were to happen, though he hoped it won’t come down to it.

Really, what were the chances of trouble brewing so soon after the last crisis? 

(He would come to regret thinking that).

Friede’s task was to pick up the potions and other similar medication Mollie required from the Pokemon Centre. She already called and placed the order in advance so it was a simple matter of picking it up. He soon left the red-roofed building with a medium sized box filled with various bottles. Friede knew to be careful when carrying such fragile items lest Mollie would be very displeased with him. 

He planned on at least heading towards the city gates before releasing his trusty Charizard. Having more space to spread his wings led to a smoother take-off, thus reducing his chances of spilling any of the potions. Just as he spotted the large archway exiting the city, he paused in his steps from the sudden light tug of his jacket.

Looking down, Friede found a young girl looking up at him with large, brown doe eyes. He easily fixed a kind smile even as he tried to subtly search for her guardians. 

“Hello there lil miss. Are your parents around?” he asked, adopting a gentle tone.

“Mister mister, can you help?” she responded instead in that high pitched voice kids her age were capable of reaching. Before Friede could question further, she pointed at an alleyway off to the side. “My Meowth got spooked and ran in there. I think he’s hiding behind some stuff but I can’t reach him.”

While his smile never faltered, inwardly he was mildly surprised at the request. The whole setting seemed… odd. Friede didn’t see anyone who looked like they were missing a kid, not to mention no one seemed bothered that a girl this young went up to a complete stranger asking for help. He supposed that Meowth could be a family pet and was accompany this girl. Still, it didn’t sit right with him.

“Mister pretty please help with a cherry on top?” The girl tugged at his jacket a bit more urgently, her eyes welling up with her bottom lip wobbling. Briefly, an instinctive panic filled him at the thought that a kid was about to cry on him.

“I’ll help, don’t worry! We’ll get your Meowth back in no time,” he agreed, swallowing down the mild panic and the rest of this strange feeling. It never really faded as he followed her towards the alleyway in question. 

The alley stretched far back till it got blocked off by a wall. Several boxes littered one side while a large bin was laid out by the wall. Friede supposed that between the two, it was likely that the Meowth got stuck within the bin, out of sight from the girl who barely reached his stomach. 

“Meowth? Meowth come out please. We gotta head back before mommy gets worried!” she called out while Friede placed down the box of potions. He passed the boxes and made a beeline towards the large bin, unaware of the eyes that trekked his every move. 

Seeing that the lid was partially closed, Friede pushed it open so he could peer in. 

He didn’t find a Meowth. What he found instead were multi colored lights that swirled in an odd, rhythmic pattern. 

That was the last thing he properly recalled before his world faded into darkness. Well, he still remained within it when consciousness trickled back in. The fog in his head lifted quickly upon realizing his current predicament.

Namely, the fact that he was seated with his arms and legs restrained. His hands were tied uncomfortably behind his back with bindings keeping his legs in place to the chair. A blindfold covered his open eyes, and he could only grunt and breathe harshly through the duck tape over his mouth. 

Initially he struggled, trying to wiggle himself out of the rope but soon surrendered to the evidence that it was too tight. Then his mind went into overdrive. Everything pointed to the undeniable fact that he was tricked into getting kidnapped. 

At first he went through a whole slew of questions. Who kidnapped him? What was the reason behind it? Where was he taken to? How long has it been since then? Did his crew knew of his disappearance? 

Once Friede managed to wrestle his thoughts together, his mind quickly whirled to those multi colored lights he saw before he (presumably) fell unconscious. Oh, it couldn’t be–

“I see you’re awake now, Professor.” Friede tensed up the moment an affable voice spoke up somewhere in front of him. “I hope you don’t mind the way I brought you here. It was far too easy to appeal to your helpful nature that it’s a little boring, I must say. Very predictable.”

Appeal to his–? Oh, the chilling realization hit him like he dunked his head in ice water.

“Don’t worry, she has no memory of the instructed task,” they replied, casually admitting to having hypnotized a young child into luring him towards a trap. Then again, Friede had no doubts now on the identity of his kidnapper. 

He jerked in his chair, briefly tugging at his restraints before settling again. Friede released a harsh breath through his nose, throat strained from the sounds he made behind the tape. He was showing his anger one way or another.

“Right, I suppose speaking is difficult for you right now.” 

With the rest of his senses restricted, his hearing became far more sensitive to the sound of approaching footsteps, the soft squeak of leather making him tense with each step. A finger started to scratch at the top left corner of the tape. He felt the fingertips that grabbed hold of said corner, and without any warning the tape was yanked off his mouth. 

Friede winced, both from the sharp pain and the loud sound of tape being ripped from flesh seemingly echoed around him. 

“There, that should–”

“You’re sick. How could you tamper with a child’s memories like that? She was younger than her," Friede hissed out, anger swiftly burning within him. Fury was better than fear at the moment, so he held onto it even as the cadence of his heart elevated from the sudden grasp of his chin.

"Mouthy aren't you? Haven't you heard about utilizing the tools around you? She did her part and she's now safely returned with her parents. I can't fathom where this undue anger is coming from." No shred of remorse was in their tone. The even, clinical way they compared a child to a tool sickened him.

To actually hear the voice of a person who had zero hesitation in having his Pokemon attack defenseless children added layers to the muted horror he felt when he listened to Liko's tale the first time. How simply they threatened to wipe the memories of the kids present on that ship. 

Friede could have gone off about that. The anger writhing inside him demanded that he do something to wipe the smile he could hear in their voice. Unfortunately for him, the rational bit left within him yanked back the impulse to throw his body forward, chair and all, in the hopes of at least pinning them down with the combined weight. 

He didn't know whether this person was alone or had their Pokemon with them. At least a Magneton and Beheeyem judging from their last encounter. That person with the Bisharp had acted as bait to lure him away, likely ordered by his kidnapper or had been an unfortunate victim of mind tampering too. 

This person was dangerous, that Friede could not deny. Being trapped and restrained left him utterly powerless. Who knew what this person was capable of had Friede chosen to be uncooperative. 

So he held his tongue from the hot spew of vitriol, swallowing down his anger to at least ground out a "What do you want from me?" in a somewhat neutral tone.

"Me? I just wanted a proper chat with the illustrious leader of the Rising Volt Tacklers," they replied. From the faint scraping noise, he presumed that the other took a seat in front of him.

"Really? Last time you were awfully shy by ordering your mons remotely. Wasn't too keen on that guy you sent too." Was it smart to be sarcastic at a time like this? Perhaps not but the words slipped out of his mouth before his brain comprehended it.

"Oh that? It was simple data collection. It was rather disappointing until you terastalized your Charizard. Even I couldn't predict it to have a Dark Tera Type." 

"Oh I'm sorry for not putting up more of a fight in a two versus one. I'd be more than happy to make it to you if you could free me from these restraints, hm?"

Friede's breath got caught in his throat when slender fingers once again gripped at his chin. He felt the slight dig of nails, resisting the urge to swallow.

"Perhaps it'd be better to have gagged you instead." It took a considerable level of impulse control to not blurt out an inappropriate comment right there and then. "But time is limited as is, and I really did mean what I said. I simply wanted to chat with you."

"Then what's so important to talk about that you had to kidnap me for?" Friede asked through gritted teeth.

“It’s that girl, isn’t it? She’s the key.” Ice swiftly filled his veins. He had an inkling on where they were going with this. “That pendant of hers… it has similar properties to terastalization. It didn’t react at all when I analyzed its properties until she was within the vicinity and in danger. That pendant protects her.”

Damn it, only Amethio knew of that connection before this. The guy was straightforward but treated people and Pokemon well enough. This kind of information in the hands of an enemy that had no qualms about harming kids directly was downright dangerous. 

“Even if it was, what did you think I’d say? Congratulations, here’s a gold star.” Friede’s snark kept trepidation from creeping into his form. “You’d think we’re going to let you waltz in and grab her again?”

“Really, I just want a civil talk. I don’t know where all this vitriol is coming from.” Oh, the mocking undercurrent to his pleasant tone really had Friede consider his earlier impulse. They should be in front of him, right? Just a sudden surge forward to knock them somewhere that hurts would be enough. “But, I suppose I should thank you for confirming it. I’ll have to consider my approach next time.”

“How about you just never do and leave her alone? Or is that too much to ask?”

“Such a silly question to ask Professor Friede. I have my orders and I will see them through. Still, I suppose there’s no harm in reevaluating the data I’ve collected.”

So they’re following someone’s others. The higher ups of the Explorers? Their boss? Friede thought, storing that bit of information at the back of his mind. Before he could run his mouth any further, he heard a series of beeps.

“Ah, it seems that our time is nearly up. I must say, perhaps there is more to this motley crew of yours, especially that girl.”

Did they mean Liko? Or Dot? Friede felt his hackles raised at the thought of his kidnapper going after the kids again. For the third time, his chin was grasped with slender fingers. 

“It’s a shame that our lovely chat has to come to an end. A little saddening too that I’ll be the only one to remember it.”

The blindfold was suddenly yanked off, and the abrupt flash of light initially blinded Friede that he had to squeeze his eyes shut. He instinctively blinked to clear the whitish haze–then found himself face to face with multi colored dots that flashed in an odd, rhythmic pattern. Friede could not pull away, not with the hand keeping his head still. 

Oh Arceus not again–

“I’ll be looking forward to our next meeting,” was the last thing he heard prior to his world darkening once more.

–

“.... wake up…”

“...not… pulse…”

Light shakes slowly but surely jostled the cobwebs from his foggy brain as Friede regained consciousness. His brow furrowed slightly, and he must have made some kind of noise as the muted voices around him grew more animated.

“...ede. Friede, come on wake up if you hear me.” Those words were punctuated with another gentle shake on his shoulder. 

A soft groan slipped out but he did listen to the familiar voice. Yellow eyes slowly flicker open, the bleariness sharpening with each subsequent blink. Eventually, he could make out Murdock and Mollie’s worried faces.

“Friede, are you with us?” Mollie asked, her hand pulling away from checking his pulse on his neck.

“Mrgh,” came his eloquent response. A large, firm arm slid behind his shoulders to properly help him sit up. His head pounded something fierce while his wrists felt rather tender. “Yeah. I’m. I’m up.”

Mollie muttered something he couldn’t quite catch aside from alert and no other signs. Still pretty out of it, Friede instinctively jerked back when something cold was pressed against his lips.

“Sorry, I should’ve warned you. It’s a water bottle. Come on, try and take sips. You’ll feel better.” Murdock soothed him in the same vein that he does for the kids. Friede might have felt a little chuffed from the treatment but he eagerly took sips to ease his dry throat. Once done, he laid back against a warm surface that his mind informed him to be Murdock’s chest. 

“What happened?” Friede managed to ask.

“You were kidnapped. Dot received an encrypted message that had an image of you tied up. Thanks to her, she was able to narrow down your location before Rockruff sniffed you out.” He appreciated Mollie’s swift, straight to the point responses. Made it easier to take in the fact that he had a large gap in his memory.

“Ugh, can’t remember anything. Feels like my brain’s in a blender,” Friede uttered, briefly pressing the heel of his palm against his right eye. He heard a soft snort from Mollie.

“The forgetting bit’s nothing unusual but it’s safe to assume that you got your memories tempered with by that Beheeyem from before.”

It sucked because now Friede can’t help but wonder what went on during that long gap in his memory. “Man, I got kidnapped and can’t remember anything for my troubles. Not even a t-shirt.”

“If you’re aware enough to crack jokes like that, I suppose we don’t have to worry too much,” Murdock said, sounding mildly amused. 

“Still, I want to properly check you up. You’ve got some mild rope burns on your wrists, and knowing you, I’m guessing that you tried to struggle your way out,” Mollie piped up, storing away items into a small pack. 

“Wish I remembered I did that,” Friede muttered. With Murdock’s aid, he got to his feet. Surprised by the weakness in his legs, it was due to the arms supporting him that prevented Friede from taking a tumble.

“Just take it easy. You’ve been gone for hours and been tied to a chair all the while.”

“I can carry you if you want,” Murdock kindly offered. Friede briefly considered it but his pride couldn’t take it after apparently getting himself kidnapped and not remembering anything from it.

“It’s fine. Just be my support,” he grumbled. Murdock’s soft chuckle and the arm wrapped around his waist did ease his twitchy nerves. 

“Ready to head back?”

At Friede’s nod, the trio slowly made their way out of what looked to be a small abandoned building at the outskirts of Mesagoza. They head back towards the Brave Asagi, unaware of the Beheeyem watching them from the rooftops. 

Back on board, Friede would find himself hounded by worried kids, having to spend a good amount of time calming them down while Mollie treated the mild injuries he sustained. He too made sure to thank Dot personally later for her aid in finding him, and apologize that she had to see an image of him tied up. No doubt it was a scary sight.

Whoever that person was that kept messing with them… they better hoped that Friede never regained his memories because oh boy, the things he’d do for putting the kids through this… 

Still, he shelved that thought away for a later time. Right now, he had to assure Liko, Roy and Dot once more of his well being.

[thatonebirdwrites]

7-11 please! :D

You asked, and so you shall receive, joke or not. Mwahahahaha.

Post Any sentence from your wip

From the Anamchara WIP that I will finish eventually and post to AO3 (eh, more than one sentence):

“Jack, please, I’m okay —” Her words cut off as pain tore through her body. The phone clattered to the ground. Lena pressed her hand against her heart, the tattoo like a blazing furnace. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP:

This is a scene I ultimately never included in Unraveling Realities because it wasn't really relevant to the plot, and I decided to adjust the timeline so that Kara didn't have to go off Super-ing while Nia and Lena waited for her return to continue the Great Irish Quest. In fact, here it is for your enjoyment:

Lena sits atop the hill where the cave entrance is, while she calculates the energy necessary to create a sphere that somehow deflects all objects. She recognizes this is a futile exercise, but it’s much better than panicking over something she can’t control.

The sun has already set, the sky a deep black tinged with violet, the horizon to the west a glow of red and orange, and stars have started to show. The moon's light reflects off the ocean waves in a shimmer. It’s distracting her, so she closes her eyes to try to focus on her calculations.

She comes to the conclusion that the required energy for her sphere simply is unfeasible. The problem mostly lies in making the light somehow see-through and able to deflect objects. This would require a molecular structure beyond anything she’s seen on earth. Perhaps the Nth metal could assist, but it isn’t see through. White Dwarf glass? Not flexible enough.

“Are you meditating or something?” Nia says.

Lena opens her eyes to see the woman drop into the grass next to her with a bag of chips. Food left over from their picnic lunch, which meant Kara hasn’t returned yet from her scavenging for their ‘big dinner’ as the super put it. “No. I’m calculating the parameters of my energy sphere. What I’d require to create one for others without the need for ridiculous reality-bending ‘magic.’” She makes quotes in the air when she says the annoying word.

“By sitting there with your eyes closed?” Nia stares at her. “Are you doing math in your head?”

“Yes?” Lena frowns. “I often do so.”

“In your head?” This seems to blow Nia’s mind for some absurd reason.

“Yes?” Lena crosses her arms. “It’s not that unusual.”

“You and Brainy,” Nia shakes her head, “it is totally. But okay. So you calculate stuff in your head. But why? Wouldn’t it be easier to just call up your magic sphere?”

Lena huffs. “Stop calling it that. And it’s not a feasible solution. What if I’m incapacitated?” When Nia opens her mouth to answer, she quickly heads it off. “Rhetorical question. Besides, there must be a limit to this energy. I cannot draw on it perpetually.” She taps her fingers against her knee and mentally reviews the laws of thermodynamics. “Nor can I create it from nothing. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Breaks physics if so. Maybe its a pocket dimension?”

“So you can’t just accept it.” Nia pops a chip into her mouth, amused. “You gotta pry it apart and quantify it.”

Lena crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m a scientist, Nia. This… energy manipulation must have underlying proprieties, and I will find them.”

“Okay.” Nia shrugs. “What about my powers? They seem like magic to me. All that loopy energy I can shoot. Oh and walking in people’s memories? Dreaming true dreams? Are you going to make a science theory for that too?”

The thought intrigues her. “I could…”

“I’m just joking!” Nia laughs. Her fingers crinkle the bag, but her gaze shows interest, despite her words. Lena takes that as an opportunity for a lesson in physics.

“I mean, there must be a fundamental property underlying your powers.” Lena leans her arms against her knees. “Isn’t it related to a dream dimension?”

“Oh, yeah, to an extent.”

“How do you pull energy from that dimension?” Lena leans forward, eagerly going through possibilities in her mind.

“Uh, it’s unconscious. I just do it?” Nia frowns. “I do know that the true dreams are in that dream dimension. There’s symbols and imagery with a wealth of info. Trying to untangle it is enough to give me headaches sometimes.”

Huh. Lena adjusts her hypotheses with that tidbit. “So you dream yourself into that dimension? And pull data from it to see the future?”

“I guess?” Nia shrugs. “It’s not like I was taught the physics of it. Only basics. Brainy has gotten me up to speed with how to interpret what I see. Sometimes it’s pretty obvious, but other times it’s a confusing tangle of symbols.”

Lena’s mind races through the possibilities, while struggling to find a way to parse it for Nia to understand. “You know about electric fields, right?” When Nia nods, Lena continues. “On a quantum level, there’s probability fields. Until we measure something, a particle exists in all possible states. I suspect the dream dimension is just like that. It stores probable outcomes to various situations. You pull energy from that dimension when you shoot ‘loopy energy.’” She makes the quotes again around Nia’s term for her power. “For true dreams, perhaps your mind enters the dream dimension, pulls the most likely outcomes of an event, and translates it for your brain to perceive. The symbols and imagery likely is that translation.”

Nia stares at her, her chip halfway to her mouth. “I think I understand half of that.”

Lena sighs. “I was trying to make it accessible too.”

“Well, since you explained my powers. What about Kara’s?” Nia grins. “I bet that will be way harder.”

Lena shakes her head. “I already drafted a sixty-two page theorem on the physics of Kryptonian powers under a yellow sun. I had to add an addendum when I found out that those powers get more intense under higher energy stars, and then another addendum for unusual star spectra that depowers them.”

“Seriously? Color me impressed.” Nia whistles. “What made you do that though?”

Lena shrugs. “Boredom.”

“And you’re explaining my powers right now out of boredom? Or…” Nia leans forward, her hazel eyes roving over Lena’s face. “Distracting yourself from panicking?”

Lena winces. “Latter.”

“Well, you’re doing a damn good job. I think I learned more from you than I did in my science courses. I admit, I really like your probability explanation. Makes it seem like I'm sorting through the guts of reality to pull out information.” Nia holds out her bag of chips.

Reluctantly, Lena takes a handful, despite not being very hungry. In fact, she hasn’t had an appetite all day, and only ate because Kara and Nia both insisted she do so.

“Science education in America could be improved,” Lena agrees. She crunches a chip and sighs. “As fun as it is to posit these theories, it doesn’t erase the reality that I have no fucking clue how this energy manipulation I’m doing works. I do have some theories on how it could have been bound, but it likely won't align with what I wish reality could be.” She stifles a sigh and rubs her right eyebrow.

“Maybe Flo will answer all that?” Nia crunches another chip.

“Flo?” Lena frowns. "Her name is Florence."

“I know. Thought it'd be a cool nickname. Oh hey! Kara’s back!” Nia perks up with a wave.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Answered already. :) The Star Wars crossover with Korrasami and Supercorp.

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Supercorp: 2 Rojarias: 1 Korrasami: 1 - 2 (one is on hiatus tho)

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

For the Korrasami Book 3.5, it's a scene that is a jump in time but I can't sort out how long of a jump and how much physical therapy will have improved the mobility of Korra and Asami. Also, I need Asami to return to Republic City for a few dramatic scenes, but Katara does not trust Asami right now due to the shit she pulled when she was supposed to be recovering with Kya in Republic City.

For Unraveling Realities, I'm a little stuck on Kara's realization that the DEO might actually be the Bad Guys, but how to reckon with the fact Alex leads it. How does that impact their sisterhood? Will it push Alex to leave the DEO? If she does, will the DEO turn into an even worse entity? It's a scene that will take place during their sister's night (after Kara and Lena's date night), and I've been just all over the place with it. I have a vision for this arc, but trying to iron out the details is giving me trouble.

A.K.A. dialogue is sometimes hard.

Thanks for the ask! :D

[askthebadkidz]

Absolutely appalled at the fact that stomachs have brain cells. But now I gotta ask.

What are y'all's favourite un-fun facts? Like fun facts but not. Facts that are not fun.

For whoever feels like answering!

Don’t really have many “in-fun facts”, but we’re all here so:

I leanrd tht humns can’t fel th wader I wte and im si mad. -Kriten (I learned that humans cannot feel that water is wet and I’m so mad -Kristen (translation from Adaine sorry about her)

you can just die at any point for literally no reason other than your brain just stopped. -Adaine

There is. Invisible fire. -Fabian (Correction: It is just very hard to see. -Riz)

There is a chance that people can just spontaneously combust. We do not know if it is true or not but there is a chance. -Gorgug

Technically: Humans have poisonous bite! The bacteria shit in their mouths make it so that if they break skin, you’ll get a pretty bad infection. -Fig

first of all, I could be wrong, but I believe the reasons stomachs have brain cells is because they need to be able to do something that requires brain cells, but brains are too big, so the brain cells grow on the stomach.

second: There is a plant, affectionately called the suicide plant, that is so painful to touch victims of it beg to die!! It’s really called the Gympie-Gympie plant.

Also, there is this phenomenon called ball lightning that is so rare there might not be any video evidence of it that is a ball of lightning that can appear during thing storms that goes through walls and eventually explodes!

also fire ants can make boats out of themselves.

The crystal is being forcibly taken away from me but i just need to tell you that there is a creature in the ocean called the bobbit worm that is literally named after someone who chopped their boyfriends dick off-

-Riz

[shoechoe]

Speaking of Stand powers: you gotta admit that some of these are kinda too silly to take too seriously. For you personally, at what point do you draw the line between "Holy crap this is genius how did no one think to do this before" and "Please don't tell me your being for real with this man"?

You're definitely right about that. For me personally, my most "objective" judgements for if a Stand ability is flawed or not is

Is the stand confusing to understand and/or requires several paragraphs of explanation in order for it to make sense? (Stone Ocean has problems with this- the Stands in that part are a big mixed bag. Some of them are enjoyably weird, but others just got too convoluted for me to enjoy. Sky High is the big one that comes to mind here.)

Is its ability inconsistent (ex: are its abilities constantly adjusted/retconned/added on to in order for the plot to work or for any other reason? Hermit Purple's ability going from Joseph having to bust an expensive camera to get clues, to him just being able to see hints from a television without damaging it later, or Star Platinum randomly generating the ability to extend its fingers when it was trapped is a good example of this.)

Is it too simple to the point of forgettability? (I like to call this Part Three Stand Syndrome- at that point in the series, Stands were very new and thus most could be boiled down to "bird that shoots fire" or "fast guy with a sword" that can do some extra tricks here and there. Despite having the most amount of Stands out of any part, most of them slipped my mind after the fight was over.)

Is it too complex to the point of being convoluted, and as a result, also forgettable? (It's kind of interesting how Jojo went from having Stands overly-simple only to swing over to having the exact opposite problem later in the series. The whole meme about Jojolion stand abilities being among the likes of "produces a substance that is a mild laxative most of the time except for every other waxing gibbous moon phase where you get the urge to eat everything inedible around you and then get set on fire" is unfortunately not far from the truth. Adding too many rules and random things that a Stand can do is a surefire way to make it stupid.)

Was enough done with it in canon? (You could have a really cool ability that only shows up for, like, a few pages only to be never brought out again. Purple Haze had this issue, for example.)

However, these rules aren't absolute and I can't really pinpoint an exact, hard line between Stands I think are "cool" and ones I think are "stupid". King Crimson fits a lot of those above bullet points yet it's still one of the coolest abilities, in my opinion (I actually think the core problem with King Crimson is one that is very specific to it- I might go in-depth with it at some point).

I guess the ultimate litmus test for a Stand ability is "Is it fun to read about?" -If yes, then the ability is ultimately a success.

[albatris]

WIP playlist tag!

thank you @indecentpause for the tag! yay music

Rules: list at least 4 songs from your current WIP playlist or a writing playlist you’ve been using lately, and the lyrics that speak to you the most! Then tag 4 people (or as many songs as you listed).

I'll be picking from my rentalcar playlist :3

Strawberry by Andrew Montana, a Quinn and Nat tune

A new dress, nail polish, something I found in college All gumption, no panic, post-modern, so satanic I saw it in her eyes, she tried to warn me It started with a drop and now it's pouring She said I wanna see you in the morning And I don't wanna be alone, it's boring I'll bake you strawberry pie Clean the blood and never ask why I'll be your alibi Hide the bodies, change your hair dye

Move to the Ocean by Brick + Mortar, a Quinn and Alex tune

Do you think about the life you live Seeing as you have to Think about the things you did Things that they don't do Together we could make a stand You could take some too Cause I could use a helping hand We'll move to the ocean To feed off the daylight Was hoping that you'd understand I got a darkness, darkness But you don't gotta hold my hand Do you got a darkness, darkness Together we could take a stand

Social Climb by IDKHOW, a :-) tune

Come break some hearts now, tear them out Filing for amusements with the crowd Oh, but be advised, participation is required Doing things not typically allowed Feels like we're having a good time It's true, a wonderfully good time

When I'm with you

Cut Your Bangs by Girlpool,,,,, a Lyra Finch tune,, :c

Now the flesh is melting off your bones The maggots around your heart make themselves at home And, where the river flowed I am left alone I just stood there, bathed in the quiet No, you say you'll cut your bangs I'm calling your bluff When you lie to me it's in the small stuff

Fight for Me by AlicebanD, red flags red flags red flags

I'll make you fight for me and pray I pay the bills I'll make you die for me and watch your body spill I'll make you cry for me and lie for me And bleed for me and die for me But most I'll make you right for me I'm sure I'm right for you

Agoraphobia by Autoheart, a mood,

If you gave me all the money I would buy such ordinary things Like TV magazines and coffee beans I have such simple needs Tried on 13 different pairs of shoes And not one made me want to Leave this blessed house of mine That’s just fine I don’t really want to go anywhere

do I wanna tag anyone..... I'm feeling shy.... 😔👉👈

you are tagged if your url has the letter Y in it or you have a pet lizard or you just feel like it

[seisoblivion]

es: reaction & verdict.

a short work with milgram's supervisor. hope you will like it! art is by lichi-rin on tumblr.

dark red curtains do not allow the "morning light" — in fact, it is only an imitation of it in the form of a white screen — to penetrate into the prison guard's room. gray walls with a pattern of scarlet geometric shapes (there are rhombuses, polygons, and in general, who knows what. a dubious design solution), an antique chandelier that hangs from the ceiling, costs about like your most important organs — and it is likely that several copies will be required. its diamond "drops" gently swing from side to side. climb higher, take a closer look at them — and you will see yourself in different colors.

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first of all, you will plunge into the icy blue. endless ocean, not a soul around. under the water there are no small fish tickling your feet, nor jellyfish, from which your light, almost pale and smooth skin, like the hero of a fairy tale, has suffered more than once. deathly silence brings you pleasure until you start gradually going crazy. where is anything, anyone? "i gotta swim to the island, relax, and then call for help — you plan, think and swim in an unknown direction. — yes, my disappearance will surely be noticed. they will find and save me. i'm going to be everyone's favorite for a while, aren't I? they will worry, hold my hand tightly, bring cocoa with marshmallows, measure the temperature with kisses on the forehead. they will finally pay attention to me." but your strength is already running out, the sun has risen and hidden behind the horizon countless times, and you row diligently, striving for happiness and the realization of one dream. salty, with a strange pungent taste, water gets into the mouth, flows into the ears and nose. instead of a living person, there are bubbles, dozens, hundreds of bubbles; instead of a melodious voice, the desperate cries of a poor and useless child are heard. it would seem that nothing could be better than giving him a helping hand, showing sincere kindness to a person dancing on the verge of life and death? apparently, this only strengthened his faith in the correctness of his own beliefs. the poor soul will have to drown himself again. how ironic.

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blink now, wanderer, and tell me, what shade have surroundings taken on? a warm orange that awakens a nostalgic spark in your soul and happy memories of the past, carefree and full of hope. you love everything you see: beautiful trees with emerald leaves, a flimsy wooden bridge — how many generations have crossed it? how many nobles and beggars passed through it, how many destinies were intertwined here? — the sun's rays passing through your fingers like a thread, the breeze spoiling your coiffed hairstyle, but caressing your plump cheeks in apology. you love the whole world, and it loves you in return. the catch is that everyone will definitely meet a mortal on their way who can turn into the World for you alone. to be near them is bliss, their voice paves the way to earthly paradise. the very understanding that you have come together, that you complement each other perfectly, makes you perfect. you see beauty in little things, you breathe deeply and rush towards the unknown. you love even more, more, and at the moment of the transition of love into obsession, the irreversible happens. it would seem, is there a better option than to give up these sublime feelings? but if they contain your meaning of life and motivation to continue moving on, then this option, you could say, deprives the essence of existence. undoubtedly, no one tells you to throw yourself off the roof or take pills, but as luck would have it, couples in love will loom around, beaming at the onset of a new day, while you will begin to burden yourself with thoughts that you would never experience this again because your love, deep and passionate, does not fit into such a a small body. you are not worse than them at all, so why are you forced to suffer on the sidelines, hide from people, so as not to accidentally flare up again? it's not fair, not fair!

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— what is, es?

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the warden jumps up from their chair. fell asleep at work, it turns out? right on the prisoners' files. how unprofessional. there is also a witness, what a shame.

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— well? what's bothering you? — jackalope repeated in a calm tone. — tell me.

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"don't worry your head too much. you're the guard, they're prisoners. that's enough."

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— it's all right, — es said, shaking their head. — i overworked, nothing more.

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— is that so? well, take care of yourself from now on, human creature.

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"he specifically said these two last words."

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— i will.

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different stories, different views, different beliefs. different verdicts.

does anyone have the right to make a clear, unambiguous judgment in relation to good people who have embarked on a crooked path?

[bearsanpancakes]

Mitsuki & Gaku & Momo [Shuffle Talk 2021] Part 1: Mitsuki, Gaku and Momo

[Note: I am translating from the Taiwanese server of IDOLiSH7, not the Japanese server! Translations might differ from the original Japanese version due to that, but it shouldn’t make too much of a difference overall!]

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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*Splash splash…!*

Mitsuki, Gaku and Momo: Uwah!?

Mitsuki: That was close… Our clothes almost got wet…!

Mitsuki: Ha ha ha! What an amazing ocean wave! It’s perfect for surfing!

Gaku: The ocean waves here aren’t too bad. Let’s try to go for a backflip if we’re able to!

Momo: Not bad! We’d go for the techniques with the highest difficulty if we were to do it, of course!

Mitsuki: Wait, the difficulty of that is too high! Are you guys aiming to obtain a medal for a sports meet or something!?

Momo: Ah! The camera drones are here! Seems like the filming is about to begin!

Momo: Yahoo~!! Mitsuki: Yay~!

Gaku: Can you see us~!

Staff: Ha ha ha! Everyone’s smiles look very bright! The shots being captured by the camera drones look great as well! Is everyone just about ready?

Momo: Yup, no problem~! Mitsuki: We can start at any time!

Gaku: Please take care of us!

Staff: The filming will begin now then! Ready…!

Momo: Hello everyone~! This is the correspondent for “Resorts for a Joyful Summer”, Momo of Re:Vale!

Gaku: This is Yaotome Gaku of TRIGGER! Please take care of us!

Mitsuki: This is Izumi Mitsuki of IDOLiSH7! Everyone in the audience, please take care of us~!

Momo: “Resorts for a Joyful Summer” requires on-location filming outdoors, so we’re currently here at a private beach~!

Momo: Who would’ve known that the suburbs of Tokyo would have such an amazing surfing spot, it’s my first time here!

Mitsuki: Oh, that’s a surprise! You seemed like you knew all about the nearby seasides, Momo-san.

Momo: I do feel confident in my knowledge, and I’m pretty sure I roughly know about them! But wow~ this world sure is a wide place…!

Gaku: We can see here that this is a confidential spot that even the most knowledgeable of people don’t know about! This is the hotel’s private beach after all, so maybe not a lot of people know about it.

Gaku: And the place we’re here at right now, is the exact place that can be block booked, as long as a reservation is made.

Mitsuki: Booking an entire private beach for filming purposes feels extravagant~!

Momo: Now then, the 3 of us will continue to introduce the charms of this unexplored beach!

Mitsuki and Gaku: Yeah~!!

Staff: — alright, cut! Everyone, please come ashore~ please use a towel as well!

Mitsuki: Thank you!

Staff: Everyone sure matches the ocean perfectly~! You all brought up the topic of surfing earlier as well.

Gaku: I actually really like surfing, I’d sometimes go surfing when I’m on vacation.

Momo: I just went to the beach to hang out with Gaku and Ryuu recently as well, right~!

Mitsuki: Eh, what’s up with that! You should’ve invited me as well! I’ll feel lonely like this you know!

Momo: Ahaha, I’m sorry! I heard that Mitsuki-kun had a job at that time.

Mitsuki: No way…! Damn it~!

Gaku: Haha, let’s go together next time then!

Staff: Ha ha ha! Everyone’s relationship behind the scenes is quite well, I see!

Staff: …ah! We have to check the scenes that were captured by the camera earlier, could everyone please wait here for a bit?

Momo: Okay~!

Mitsuki: Ah~ The ocean’s the best! How do I say this, just listening to the sound of the ocean waves is enough to make me excited, just that alone makes me happy.

Mitsuki: Even though we’re here for a job, my mood has been amazing since earlier!

Momo: That’s a good thing then! We gotta be happy first and foremost!

Gaku: That’s right! We rarely ever get to go to the beach, much less so together with the few of us.

Gaku: It’d be a waste to not enjoy the ocean to the fullest!

Mitsuki: Ha ha ha! I guess you’re right! …but this time’s on-location filming has a summer vacation feel to it, is it alright for us to enjoy it so much like this!?

Momo: Ha ha ha! You might jinx it if you phrase it like that.

Staff: Sorry for the wait! We’ve already verified the scenes, please move toward the next location.

Staff: We’ll be filming the beach portion next!

Gaku: Got it!

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Staff: We’ll be continuing our filming now.

Staff: Mitsuki-kun, can you please hold this display board in a flipped manner?

Mitsuki: Eh? The display board?

Gaku: What does it say?

Staff: Ah~ Sorry! Everyone, please do not take a look at the contents of the board first…

Staff: Once the cameras start rolling, everyone please introduce the beach first.

Staff: I will give a signal when the time is right, please flip the board over when that time comes and read out the contents written on it…!

Mitsuki: I understand!

Momo: This feels~ a little suspicious…

Gaku: How strange.

Staff: Well then, we’ll be resuming filming! 3,2,1…!

Momo: Yahoo~! We’re here at the beach!

Momo: The ocean view is super pretty, but looking at the view of the wide beach, it feels amazing as well~! It makes people feel like playing volleyball!

Gaku: There are also shops at the beach, so you can take a break once you're tired.

Momo: That’s right, drinking some juice to relax doesn’t sound too bad!

Mitsuki: That sounds really nice! Now I want some drinks as well!

Gaku: Ahh, I feel you! Drinking beer while watching the sunset sounds great!

Momo: Ha ha ha! That’s the best! Now then, what will we be doing at a place like this…

Mitsuki’s internal monologue: Ah! The signal!

Mitsuki’s internal monologue: “Please flip the board over” huh. Alright…!

Mitsuki: Ta da~!! Let’s see…

Mitsuki: “Keep the peace of the beach, and become heroes of the beach!”

Mitsuki: …uh, eh!?

Momo: Heroes of the beach!?

Gaku: What…!?

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End of part 1 

[scribeoffate]

If you’re open to an anon request: Scott/Derek, alternate universe (but still werewolves) + hurt/comfort, explicit rating welcome (but not required)

Thanks for the prompt! Scott and pack are part of a heist time a la Ocean's Eleven.

Derek crosses his arms and leans against the wall. He keeps his eyes on Laura as she works the room. If it so happens that Scott is working with Laura on this job- well- it’s not Derek’s fault that his dazzling smile lights up the room.

Or that his ass looks so good in those black slacks. Or that he can see the way the muscles of his back ripple through his white button down.

“You’re staring again,” Stiles mutters from his station carrying a plate of hours d ourves around the ballroom.

“I’m supposed to be watching them,” Derek points out mildly.

“Yeah okay, Intense McStalkerwolf,” Stiles murmurs before offering his tray to a well-dressed couple.

Scott shrugs his black jacket over his white button up top.

Derek stands a little taller as Stiles trips over the chair closest to him. The tray crashes onto the floor spilling pastries and meat pies onto the floor.

Laura, Scott and their target turn toward the commotion. Laura rushes to help while Scott swipes the key card they need from their mark’s jacket.

Quicker than any human eye could follow, he trades it for the fake Lydia and Mason had created. He flashes Derek that blinding smile as he finishes and joins the fray helping to clean up Stiles’s mess.

Derek keeps his eyes trained on his team, which absolutely includes Scott’s pristine ass, in case anything untoward happens.

“Oh my god.” Malia glances at him from her vantage point on the other side of the ballroom. “You are so far gone.”

Derek shrugs, but doesn’t breathe until Scott and Laura have pulled away to begin phase two.

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He’s startled when Scott approaches him after passing off the card to Kira.

“It’s important,” Scott says, voice soft, “that I continue to be seen. And what better way to do that than to ask the handsome man in the corner to dance?”

“I don’t see any handsome men around,” Derek deadpans just to see Scott smile and maybe hear him laugh.

“Perhaps a handsome wolf, then?”

Derek take Scott’s outstretched hand and follows him to the dance floor.

Scott’s fingers are strong as they wrap around his waist and they start to move to the music. Derek easily follows the simple waltz steps despite the proximity of Scott’s right hand to his ass.

Or Scott’s left hand in his. Or the way he looks away when Derek tries to meet his eyes.

“That was nice,” Scott says as the dance finishes. “Thanks.”

“Nice?”

Scott has the grace to look flustered. “Why are you like this?”

“You like it.”

Scott shakes his head. His phone vibrates and he checks it, frowning.

“Looks like Kira may need some backup. You in?”

Derek nods once and follows Scott into the hallway.

He doesn’t expect Scott to slam him against the wall. Or brush his lips across Derek’s with a hesitation that doesn’t match the heat in his eyes.

Derek cups Scott’s cheek and pulls him closer. This time Scott’s kiss is demanding, insistent. Derek parts his lips and kisses back.

“God, it’s about time.”

Derek looks up as Stiles flies into the hallway, without his tray.

“Uhm,” Scott answers eloquently.

“Dude, I am happy for you both, I am. But right now we gotta go. Shit’s about to hit the fan. Kira’s been made.”

“Malia should have the car by now,” Laura says. She punches Derek in the shoulder. “Glad you finally got your man.”

A car pulls up at that moment.

Derek looks at Scott and reaches for his hand.

Scott’s smile is blinding. “You did want me?”

Derek blinks. “I thought it was obvious.”

[otrtbs]

I’d love to know about question 8,18 and 48 if you haven’t already done them please!

hey hey heyo!!! <333

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research? It depends on the kind of research!! art heist required the most because it's the longest fic i've written and i enjoyed looking up the art auctions and painting prices and the process of forging paintings and things but if i'm not interested in something,, i will just,,, not research it. (see: regulus flying a plane across the atlantic ocean just because. or dorcas just being able to hack into things and unlock doors and stuff. like i am not researching planes or pilots or flight rules or computer science things,,, u just gotta trust me (i have no idea what i'm talking about))

48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom? i answered this one here!!

q's from this ask game!