#guess who finally got off their ass to do digital

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more fanart for @tenkasen 's fic <3

(please help its 1 am)

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ransom + a kiss on a falling tear? 🥺

*evil cackling*

Ransom Drysdale x reader [can be enjoyed as a one-shot or as a piece of The Root of All Ransom series]

The Ransomizer

Warning for filth and so many f-bombs. I'm sorry, but they make *him* and they make it way funnier. MINORS DNI. There is plenty for younger readers on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 1023

There’s an app, and at this particular moment, Ran might destroy any phone on the fucking planet that has it downloaded.

Fucking traitor.

Fucking mathematical bullshit.

He trusted that fucking thing, but this? Ran’s gonna expire before night’s end because of that piece of fucking shit.

No, Ran tenses and slows down, too close, too close, not yet. Fuuuuuuuuuck.

He squeezes his eyes shut, heaving in a breath and growling the air back out.

See, the app is called the ‘Randomizer.’ All it does is generate a single digit number—1 through 9. That’s it. That’s all it does.

You and he use it for chores or choosing between equally-favored options of things. It’s always been super helpful since that’s the kind of decision making Ransom can’t fucking stand to waste time on. It became a fun game of who does what how many times before switching.

Tonight, Ran decided to make it choose…something else, namely how many times you’d each come on Valentine’s Day.

Then that fucking piece of donkey-ass, hurl-fodder went and did this.

Orgasms for you: NINE.

Orgasms for him: ONE.

Cocksucker!

Or, he guesses, ZERO COCKSUCKING.

The mere thought of you on your kn—nope. Breathe. Hold it together. He can do this.

It’s been a marathon. He has walked away—pulled out and gotten off the bed—to cool down several times. If blue balls were a real condition, he’d be dangling two setts of lapis lazuli.

Once, he even took a pillow with him to scream into, he’s so (sincerely) fucking frustrated.

You came on his fingers twice, with his mouth another, with his mouth and a finger in the ass another, him fucking you while you wore this dainty heart buttplug once more, and (thank god) three times while riding him. It’s finally about to be his turn. He just has to get you there one last time.

The night’s gone on so long that it’s early.

You two have been running on fumes and hastily-grabbed water for the last half hour.

“Come on. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it. One more for me.”

He’s got you folded in half beneath him on the very damp bed, cockhead pumping (albeit slightly slower in his fatigue) over your g-spot with expert, torturous precision.

He can feel you climbing back toward a peak, but if he doesn’t seal this fucking deal he will literally, metaphorically, and physically die. Holy shit, don’t lose it. Don’t fucking lose it.

He has one last, completely desperate play to make, and when he weighs his options based on the inferno deep in his thigh muscles, the near-hallucination level of oxygen deprivation to his brain, and the magnet-like pull of pleasure between his pelvis and yours, he can’t see a choice.

At this point, you’re so fucked out, you might not even notice, so he releases one of your legs to let it lazily flop with his thrusts, the flat of your foot weakly kicking his ass without a care in the fucking world except for fuck’s sake come, woman.

Ran grasps your throat gently, palm hot on your clammy skin, tilting your face to the side for better control while the situation feels excruciatingly out of control. He gives the tiniest squeeze as he grinds his hips to yours, the most friction he can offer until the chaffing starts—and it will start soon since he ran out of lube when you rode him.

He watches your shining eyes cross in bliss before you close them.

Tears escape, and he hastily curls forward to catch one with his lips as it rolls to your hairline.

You taste like sweat and sex. That’s no fucking surprise. One shower ain’t gonna wash this stink off.

Fuck, he’s so close.

After staving off his end for so long, he almost can’t believe it. There’s a euphoric haze that blurs the edge of his existence and a dull ringing in his ears that won’t stop. Good, because he can’t stop either.

“You want it. I know you want to. You wan’ cum, don’t you?” At this point, he’s…not sure who he’s actually referencing, but fuck if he’s thinking anything at all.

He’s startled—full-blown, jerks-to-a-stop startled—by your end.

Your hands, which had long since turned to jello, spring to life and claw at his chest, so he instantly lets go and props himself up. Holy shit, he’s never heard you mewl like that. And the force with which you writhe beneath him? Well, he could maybe sorta kinda consider doing this again for another ticket to see that show.

You grip at his sides and keep punching your hips up. You’re fucking him mid-air, legs lolling hap hazardously behind his back and thighs, possessed to move by the sheer potency of your spasming core, and it—it—oh fuck.

Like a house of cards, Ran’s resolve crumbles to leave him nothing but a puddle atop you.

Stamina in absentia, mouth stretched open where it landed over your collarbone, he sobs curses in relief, emptying everything he has regardless of how pinned and tangled you two are.

The flood recedes. Tidal currents return to normal in his body very, very slowly.

He dimly realizes he’s too heavy to stay like that, but he can’t roll away or let go.

Ran tucks his arms beneath you, shifting the burden to his forearms, veins screaming in protest, but he doesn’t fucking care. He bends his knees to hold up his lower half, a warm trickle of cum, dislodged from you, making its way down his balls, but he doesn’t fucking care. He becomes the least effective cage imaginable because he’s not meant to keep you like this.

He just needs a minute, just one fucking minute after this very long night.

He looks up to your face, tracing his nose up your throat and pressing his lips against your lax jaw.

“You’re doing the fucking dishes this week,” he groans. “I don’t give a shit what the app said.”

You pat a hand to his sweaty ass.

“Yeah.”

He just needs a fucking minute, but he'll take nine if he god damn pleases.

Steve Rogers and a kiss on a scar ⬅️ ➡️ Bucky Barnes and a kiss as encouragement

[Main Masterlist; Valentine's 2024 Fics; Ko-Fi]

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[binart]

Space Ranger Partner's Adventures Chapter 1

(First) (Next)

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A marriage proposal from a complete stranger in the middle of a top-secret alien spy base was, surprisingly, not the strangest thing to happen to Lance in the past 24 hours.

The strangest thing was probably that he was even here. He'd been proposed to a handful of times after his part in the war efforts largely ended; Adoring fans, of course. But in under a day he'd been flown from his family home in New Altea, introduced into the very secretive very select ranks of the Blades of Marmora, got his ass handed to him by some cat alien who was currently standing 10 feet away and therefore very likely his new teammate, and—possibly most surprising of all, realized he was going to have to ask his buddy keith out because apparently he'd gone off and gotten hot in the past three years.

"No, no. I told you no proposals." From beside him, the very same Keith Kogane—his ex-teammate turned leader—lurched forward and extracted Lance's hand from Torat, one of his new teammates. Though the alien stood well over a stocky 8 feet, he had dropped to one knee before asking Lance to spend the remainder of his apparently short life with him. His large hands had all but encompassed his own, but were shockingly gentle.

"Have I.. conducted myself improperly within the ritual..?" Torat questioned in a small voice, much to Keith's clear chagrin.

"You forgot a ring!" Kestin, another of Lance's new teammates—their pilot—helpfully supplied.

"Not supposed to do it in front of a crowd unless the other person says you can!" To the right of Kestin, Hedrox joined in. They'd met yesterday, and the blade seemed all too happy to join in on the fun.

"...Yh.." The lanky cat alien, En, stood stiffly next to Hedrox, slightly turned away from everyone. He'd been that way since he and Keith entered the room just moments before. "You cannot simply ask a h-hu-human being to join into such a pact! T-There are numerous prerequisites—to say nothing of the time needed to be spent with the other individual—before such a momentous proposal can be made!" They turned their head to look directly at Lance—Or so he assumed; All members save for himself and Keith wore masks covering their entire faces. Then they gave a human soldier salute. "Lieutenant, Sir!"

Lance had no idea how to respond to any of this. "Y-Yeah. Uh.. Uh. Yeah. Sorry." Man, he really hadn't been around anyone except for his family for a while. He felt rusty. He gave a weak salute in return, before a memory from the evening prior bubbled to the surface of his mind.

"I will do my utmost to familiarize myself with human naming and title customs-"

"It's fine, man."

Oh. Maybe that was related.

"Okay, guys, enough." Thankfully Keith cut in, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We're not here to—propose to Lance, alright?!" He wiped a palm down his face as if to try and banish the redness creeping in. "We're here to see all the time and effort we've been putting into this project finally see some results."

The room quieted, and everyone stood tall, and tense. Hedrox, however, seemed excited.

"That we are, Commander!" There was a table with a digital surface separating Keith, himself, and Torat from the other three, and Hedrox slapped their palms down onto it. Immediately, several large rectangular screens coated in Galran projected into clear view. The room automatically darkened. "I'm very pleased to say I've been at the helm of this—which, er, Commander? Do we need an explanation for those who are new?" His voice held a pleasant watery lilt to it, and if it weren't for the horn protruding from their forehead Lance would have guessed they were a half-Galran half-merperson or something.

Keith crossed his arms and gave his throat a quiet clear. "I've only briefed him on the basics. Floor's yours."

"Excellent. Gather 'round, team. Here's what we're doing." With deft hands they tapped away at a console and began pulling up several images, as well as additional Galran text Lance struggled to quickly translate. He'd all but mastered Altean since he retired (thanks mostly to Allura teaching him, but sometimes he wondered if the marks she gave him when she thought she was going to die contributed to how effortlessly he learned), but he'd only just started learning Common Galran half a year ago. Frustratingly it was way more context based, and very, VERY heavy importance was placed on sound emphasis. There were also over three hundred individual characters to memorize, whose meaning could vastly differ depending on what other characters were next to it. He was actually pretty glad to have something else to fill his time now; A great excuse to avoid slamming his head against the language every day. He could make out.. Eta-17 pa-facilty..? Facility? Facility. He squinted. Why was that familiar?

"..For the last year, we've been surveying a Galran anti-coalition outpost at the edge of the Ornitier System, which we know is serving as a key point for filtering and channelling intel. I've been doing what I do best and systematically replacing tiny components of their communication terminals with the tech the green paladin and I co-designed.” There was something strangely human about the way he spoke, despite the mild alien accent.

“And now, we stand nearly ready for a seamless takeover.”

Hedrox held up two small devices. "These. Are my baby children. Months of hard work. Cleared—and might I add complimented—by the green paladin. When both are installed into the facility's internal security network and main processing core respectively, they're undetectable. We'll be able to spy on enemy intel with them none the wiser." The ground beneath them gave a weak lurch. Lance could feel the familiar pull of motion, even if he couldn’t confirm via a window; No one paid it any mind, so he assumed it was normal.

“So that's why we're here today. They're too complex for my little helpers to remotely install.” Tiny clicking erupted then spilled from Hedrox's hood; At least thirty floating mechanical looking creatures no bigger than sunflower seeds circled his head. “I've altered the security rounds the sentries take to facilitate an easy infiltration and installation, and as long as they haven't gone and scrambled their normal routes, this should be an easy in and out.” The blade then motioned towards Lance. “The commander had research and development outfit a sniper rifle with a scrambling code that will temporarily freeze any sentries it hits and reroute them in case there's any hiccups in the plan, or someone's about to get caught.” Among other things; the knife and pistol in their respective holsters reminded him of their weight.

“Their monitoring and sentry patrol systems ‘refresh’ once an hour—so, that’s our time limit—and we need to get in so I can upload a new set of instructions to a pre-existing program that will facilitate—That is, uh. It’s—It’s a virus? The green paladin called it a virus. Am I using the term correctly?”

Keith nodded, scratched the back of his head and turned to Lance. “Basically, we need to get in so Hedrox, En, and Torat can upload a virus that’ll make it so we can track down their headquarters eventually.”

From the other side of the table, En growled. “The malignant remnants of the accursed empire and their cowardly tactics..! Always on the run, attacking colonies before fleeing. They’re filth, and we will find them, and cut short their worthless excuses of lives..”

The room grew quiet, and stuffy. There was the whir of machinery and motion from all around. Keith cleared his throat.

“Right. So, the security network room and main processing core are in different locations, but the area where Hedrox and En need to work together will have more foot-traffic. You'll be giving them cover.”

Hedrox brought up additional panels, this time with a 3-D map of several alien-looking floors. He traced what Lance read as “entry-point” labelled in Galran all the way over to the right. “Here's where you'll be stationed with the Commander—route A. First, Kestin brings us in. The Commander and Lieutenant follow route A and get into position and provide cover fire as needed. Torat goes through route C, and En and I head to B. Easy!”

Lance smirked. “That's it? I take out sentries from afar while the hacker blades do their thing? Just like old times?” With a fond smile, Keith let out a puff of air from his nose.

“Just like old times. I’ll be there next to you since—uh, I was originally going to take your spot.”

Lance blinked at him. “Huh? I didn’t know you were good at—“

“I’m not. Just, making due with what we had. Things’ll go much more smoothly now that you’re here watching our backs, and I can focus on troubleshooting if anything comes up.” Keith’s complete faith in him left Lance light on his feet, and he hung his head and chuckled nervously.

“Cool, that doesn’t actually sound all that bad. ‘Think I can handle it.” Keith gave a surprisingly gentle nudge with his arm against Lance’s own.

“You got this, Lance.” He turned to the rest of their team. “ETA?” This time, Kestin spoke up.

“Approximately 20 minutes, sir.”

—

Pre-mission anxiety, long forgotten, made its unwelcomed return.

Lance sat pressed against the dark wall of an unsecured entry duct alongside Keith, Hedrox, and En; Though the tallest of them gave him a wide berth likely due to the events of the night prior.

Good. He might have acted the bigger person, but Lance very much did not like having his ass handed to him. He’d get a rematch from them at some point.

His stomach gave another uncomfortable lurch, and he pressed a palm to his abdomen to will the discomfort away. They had to wait for Torat’s initial sweep of the place before they could advance to their own spots; Surprisingly he seemed to be the stealthiest out of all of them despite his size.

“You alright?” Keith’s quiet voice filtered through the internal comms system in his suit. Though now masked, Keith tilted his head back to glance in his direction. He gave a weak thumbs up.

“Nerves. It’s been a while,” he quietly admitted. Three years of therapy had made it surprisingly easy to talk about his feelings, even if years ago he would have balked at the idea of showing weakness to Keith. But things were different now.

Keith reached a gloved hand over, and rested it on Lance’s forearm. Firm, but comforting, somehow. “Hey, you’ll be okay. I’m right here beside you the whole time, right?”

Things really were different now; Even his voice was doing things to him. “Y-Yeah. Yeah. Thanks—We got this.”

“In position.” Torat’s whisper of a voice interrupted the singing in his chest, and prickles of anxiety returned to gnawing deeper into his stomach. “Sentry patrol routes seem randomized.” Hedrox gave a light click of his tongue.

“..I knew they’d start doing it to all their bases eventually, but I was hoping we’d have more time before it got to the ones we compromised..” The blade brandished from his thigh pouch a strange, tiny black capsule that was barely the size of Lance’s thumb. “Guess there’s not enough leeway to sticky our fingers a bit, huh?” Lance furrowed his brows.

“Uh, what?” Keith made a dismissive gesture towards him.

“Pidge’s new tech. They’re tiny, but we use them to collect huge chunks of inorganic matter—usually servers or data storage. Not today, though. Come on, clock’s ticking.”

“Yes, Commander.” Featherlight and silent owed to their suits, the four advanced. En and Hedrox split off into the seemingly endless halls, while Lance trailed behind Keith. Weapons were a last resort, but if anything went wrong; Lance felt the pistol’s weight heavily on his right thigh, and his knife on the left. He’d dealt with sentries hundreds of times before now, and so despite how queasy he was starting to feel, the idea of potentially fighting some of them left his pulse surprisingly steady.

Keith took a sharp turn left to a dead-end, then motioned for Lance to use him to boost up to the small maintenance shaft in the corner. Right, the nest was up in there. Despite himself, Lance felt his cheeks flush and was grateful that they were hidden while he sat on Keith’s shoulders for the short time needed to remove the panel. He slid in with plenty of room to spare, and the other man soon followed.

After half a minute of near-silent upwards crawling, the shaft opened up into what would be Lance’s vantage point. There were seven large, curved window like panels punched out of the metallic dark purple walls, with a dimly shining object rested off to the side on a wall. He made his way over and picked up what was clearly a blade issued rifle, shockingly alike to the one he had practised with the day before. Adjusting to it wouldn’t be an issue, then, other than—

“This doesn’t shoot bullets, so—no kickback?” Lance turned to face Keith, who was now peering through the open panels into the massive facility below; From Lance’s precursory glance he saw walls upon walls of wires and oblong towers lit up in Galran code. The hood on Keith’s head bobbed in affirmation. From behind, he could see just how broad his shoulders had gotten..

“Got you in my sights, Hedrox.” Keith looked around. “Where’s En?” With that, Lance realized he should be doing what he was brought there to do and got into position. He raised the sights and took in the area below, scanning for the wayward blade.

“Eight o’clock, Commander.” He couldn’t hide the satisfaction in his voice, and Keith followed the point of his rifle until he spotted them emerge from a small maintenance shaft. Another pleased half-laugh.

“Good eye, Lieutenant.”

“‘S what I’m here for.”

“Uh, do you—“ Lance turned his sights toward Hedrox working to pull apart the base of one of the strange techno-towers while he spoke in a jovial watery tone. “We have a private line on our comms, Lieutenant, in case you and the Commander want to—Y’know what nevermind.“

“Focus.” Keith crossed his arms and looked away. “Torat, how’s that upload?”

”Forty percent, Commander.” His already quiet voice was a hush of a whisper. Then, “..Patrols have necessitated my heavy cloak function for five dobos—minutes and counting.”

Keith's masked view immediately shot to his wrist with a quiet hiss. Their regular cloaking built in to their exo-suits dampened sounds and turned the outer coating into something like a mirror, but the heavy cloaking function removed any and all methods of detection that the Galra were currently known to use, Keith had explained on the way there. But the power cost was enormous, and could only last fifteen minutes when drawing from the suit’s internal battery. Best used in short bursts, since completely depleting the suit’s power meant no oxygen, and no protection from the ravages of space if they had to be jettisoned out in an emergency.

“Hedrox, anything you can do to help speed it up from there?” Immediately tension shot through the air, and Lance listened with a growing sense of helplessness. “Lance, your left.”

A sentry getting too close to the others, quiznack! He held his breath, took aim, then fired. The rifle didn’t flinch, but the sentry’s head immediately bent at a strange angle, it twitched while standing upright, then turned around and began heading back in the direction it came. He got too caught up and Keith had to bail him out, he realized shamefully. He readied a quick apology on his tongue, but voices buzzed back into his mask.

“Working on it. Not great at multi-tasking though. En, gimmie a hand.” Hedrox’s normal ease had sharpened into something else. The cat-eared blade made their way to his side and took the panel passed to them before typing away nearly as quickly as their partner. “Couple yottabytes of code to implement Commander, this is gonna take some time on both ends.”

Quiznack. Another two sentries from either side. Inhale, hold. Position, fire. Position, fire. Another sentry turned the corner just as soon as the other two turned away. Exhale, inhale, position, fire.

“Torat, are the sentries letting up?”

”Forty-two percent. ..No, Commander.” Inhale, position, fire. Lance spared a quick glance at Keith, now clearly growing more tense. He returned his focus. Man, there were so many! Three more marched in a group to Hedrox and En’s flank, and there was only a narrow gap of space to get them as they approached. Exhale, inhale, position, fire, position, fire, position, fire. The sentries turned away, and so did Keith.

“We may have to call this.” Keith's tense body language betrayed the even way he spoke. Inhale, position, fire.

Lance could hear En’s breathing pick up as they typed furiously away beside Hedrox in between shots. There was a shocking number of sentries, and Lance couldn’t help but wonder if having less bases to work within meant the anti-coalition Galrans could stuff the ones they did still have full of them. “An entire Deca-Phoeb worth of operations, wiped away..?! Commander there must be another way.”

“No. Torat, abandon the upload when your suit gets down to two minutes. I’ll extract you.”

Inhale, position, fire. Silence.

“Torat.” An authority from Keith Lance hadn’t witnessed before emerged from his suit. “Is that understood?” Harsh. No room for further discussion.

“….Yes, Commander.”

In between breath after dizzying breath, the seconds and then minutes ticked by as everyone worked in frantic silence. He watched as Hedrox and En practically glued themselves to the small walls of the gutted tower, hands flying over keys faster than even Lance’s eyes could keep up with. Distantly in his ears, Torat updated the upload percent every sixty seconds as he, too, typed away. Sweat beaded then dripped down his neck as stiffness crept up it. His rifle smeared and shifted until it looked like his old bayard, and Lance ignored it and continue to fire.

Thirteen minutes in, it was clear to everyone there wouldn’t be enough time. Keith’s steadying presence had knelt next to Lance by that point, intently watching the battery of Torat’s suit drain and pause, then continue draining via a small screen on the underside of his wrist. He stood up, and shook his head.

“I’m calling it. Torat, abandon the upload, rendezvous at the extraction point.” A muted, miserable sound. En? Inhale, position, fire, position, fire, position, fire, exhale. No, Torat.

“We must succeed, you have worked too hard, Commander.”

“There’ll be other outposts. Now, soldier.” Again, silence. Inhale, position, fire, position, fire.

“..Failure here, for a life that may not even see il’E’s newest sun.. No, black paladin sir. For this I would gladly go without its warming rays.” Keith froze. Lance glanced at him, then back to his scope. Shit, shit, what was happening?! Inhale, position, fire, position, fire. “If ever you are able to retrieve my capsule from the vent below, have my family bury it under the spire by our sea.”

Before Lance could even register what was said, he was pulled. Keith vanished from his view and he felt a hand grip the back of his suit’s chest piece before being yanked very quickly from the room. It happened so quickly that he nearly fumbled and dropped the rifle, but managed to keep his hold. He was then hoisted up by—he realized now it was Keith—and manoeuvred until he was then sliding down the shaft he and Keith had crawled up before. “En, Hedrox, heavy cloaking, now. Keep your work out of sight. Abandon mission when I give the signal.” Steady, clipped.

“Yes, sir.” Keith was sliding behind him now even though he couldn’t hear or see him; The heavy press of his palm against his side to keep him steady nearly burned. He felt pressure lift his hand and press down on his palm—oh, right, the button to cloak himself. Then, in through his mask,

“Get your pistol ready, set it to stun, follow me.”

They shot out from the end of the maintenance crawl and Lance tore after the back of Keith’s head.

“The upload will proceed as planned. It’s been an honor, sir.”

Keith did not respond, only sprinted and twisted down the endless hallways as they dodged around sentry after sentry. Lance had strapped the rifle to his back and readied his small pistol as commanded, even though he didn’t understand. Were they going to extract Torat? He tapped the side and slid a piece into place to ensure it was set to stun. He trusted Keith, he knew what he was doing, and he could—he wanted to help in whatever way he needed him to.

The sound was different, somehow, but Keith’s voice once again came into his ears, panting with exertion. “He’ll have to uncloak for at least half a second for the capsule to recognize and capture him. When you see him, I want you to shoot him in the forehead where his eye is, Lance.”

The capsule? The one for.. inorganic matter? If organic matter like a person was compressed into it—wouldn’t that definitely kill them? Through the adrenaline, it distantly clicked what Torat was intending to do, but he couldn’t waste time thinking about it. “O-Okay.” Lance hooked his arm against a corner and pulled, narrowly missing a towering sentry as he caught up to Keith. Half a second to make a shot when he was practically wheezing though; Hesitation crawled up his spine. “How far—until we—get to him?”

“End of the hall, dead left.” Keith showed no signs of slowing, and Lance through the haze of it all wondered if he was cut out for any of this, and what would happen when he failed. If he failed. He was going to mess this up. He was going to get Keith killed somehow, wasn’t he?

Their feet silently pounding against the neon lit floor came to the end of the hallway. As they did so, Lance took in the most even breath he could muster, prayed his pulse wouldn’t throw off his aim, whipped his pistol up to the left, and aimed. Keith jammed his palm against their open com channel and flashed back into view.

“Torat, look at me—That’s an order!” The blade in question materialized suddenly in front of them, holding the same thumb-sized black capsule in front of his chest. Time slowed. In that millisecond of a moment, Lance realized he didn’t have a clear shot of Torat’s third eye. The capsule glowed a clear enough target, easy to shoot out of his hands, and his thumb was still hovering over the button on the top. Time moved another inch, and the hulking blade twitched, then could not help but turn his head towards his commanding officer.

“Forgiv—”

Lance took the shot.

—

Debrief was quiet.

No one spoke except for Keith. Lance, foolishly, felt like he was eight years old again and in trouble, for some reason. A memory of something his therapist said to him once drifted into his mind as Keith grumbled out a report. Lance couldn’t even remember the exact wording, but it was something to focus on while he ignored the ache in his entire body, and his pounding headache, at least. What was it, again..?

Hyper aware of mental states of those around him.. Discomfort around emotions regardless of where it was directed..? He couldn’t really remember. While he was reflecting, he decided to explore the room they always met in back in New Altea; Two o’clock sharp every Friday, warm room facing the sun, post-modern in decoration and very comfortable. Photos of her family on the desk, two dogs. Always enough tissues when he went there because he couldn’t cry around his family who would worry, but he could cry around a stranger who didn’t matter.

A stranger he would outlive, since she was fully human.

Torat swayed next to him, but soon righted himself.

“Understood. You have completed your mission, if nothing else.” Kolivan’s ever serious visage stared down at them from a bizarrely massive screen. Did it need to be that big? If he had nose hairs Lance would have been able to see them. “Dismissed.”

They were supposed to meet in the rec room after showering and, if needed, a trip to the med bay; A Keith mandate since his team was supposed to set an example that it was normal and good to relax after a mission, but.. was that still okay to do?

Lance probably had some of the best aim in the universe, if he was being honest, but with that aim he had just shot one of his teammates in the head not even an hour ago! The suits obviously had eye protection, but Torat dropped like a rock back in the facility, and they only managed an evac without being seen thanks to Keith’s ridiculous half-galra strength. While he dragged the unconscious Torat, Lance covered them with the rifle, and somehow En and Hedrox finished up on their end without being seen.

They did everything they set out to do, but it really felt like they failed.

The silence was broken with a soft clearing off Hedrox’s throat. “Wellll, I’m beets. Time for a shower, then uhm. Whoever feels like it meet up at the usual spot..?”

En pointedly kept his sharp gaze toward Torat, who did not look up from the ground. Sneering displeasure was evident on his now unmasked face, but he eventually turned to face his horned companion. “…The correct term is being ‘beat’ as in ‘beaten, and exhausted.’” The taller blade pressed his palm to his other set of fingers and stretched his wrists as he began to walk away. “But yes, I shall await you in the showers.” Hedrox jumped comically before slapping En’s arm.

“Don’t say it like that, shh!”

Lance blinked as he watched the two aliens saunter away, with Kestin soon to follow after giving Torat a sympathetic look. How was it Hedrox seemed like the most human out of all of them? Lance felt awkward, and guilty, and didn’t know what to do with himself.

He looked over at Keith, who ripped his furious gaze from Torat and regarded Lance with an unreadable expression. His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked like he wanted to say something; He only shook his head, turned, and marched off, leaving only Lance and Torat remaining in the room. Lance peered up at the blade and saw he couldn’t entirely hide his trembling.

“..Hey man, is your eye.. Did I—hurt it?” He wanted to apologize, even though he knew he’d done the right thing. Keith must have realized the only way to keep Torat from.. killing himself was to knock him unconscious, and he needed Lance’s arm to make sure the job got done correctly. Lance wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but there was still guilt shining through. Above all else, he really didn’t like hurting people.

Torat gave a nearly imperceptible twitch, then brought his large palm over his masked eye. “Bruised, but unruptured. I will be fine, Lieutenant, thank you. Please excuse me.” Quietly, the larger blade nearly tiptoed away through the opposite door of Keith.

Lance wanted to go after him, even if he wasn’t sure what to do or say.

There’d been times back in the castle of lions where he used to catch his teammates sulking alone, or when Silvio was upset and would hide in his garden, and he always went after them to at least make sure they didn’t feel alone. He could only crack stupid jokes, and maybe he annoyed them more than he helped, but it still felt like something he needed to do.

A shower, first, Lance decided. Then, he’d track down Torat and—at least make sure he went to the med bay or something. After that, if there was time, rec room with the others.

He wanted to spend much more time scrubbing the sweat and grime off of his aching body in his shower, but tingling urgency didn’t allow a long stay. Lance popped into his most comfortable hoodie and grey sweatpants, slipped on his sneakers, then began his search.

First, he went to the obvious location, Torat’s room. No one was in, so he went to the med bay next (after signing a few autographs from some fans on the way) and once again did not find his teammate. It was at that point Lance realized that despite how the mission turned out, Torat might have just gone to the rec room. Maybe Keith was trying to foster a more tight-knit team unit thing, but before all that, and even now, Lance was pretty sure death in the Blades was a very common occurrence.

Approaching the hallway connecting to the rec room, a loud slam sent Lance a foot into the air. A sharp cough came from just around the corner before he heard a growl that undoubtedly belonged to Keith. Was he in trouble?!

“—That was the whole reason I even formed this unit in the first place!” Keith hissed, and there was another grunting cough. Lance sidled up against the wall and tried to figure out if he was needed.

“Your work is—ghh—more important than my life, Commander..!” That was Torat’s strained voice. There was some shuffling, and Lance could at least piece together that they were having an argument.

“You don’t get to call me that. My work, is showing the rest of the blades that we can do our job without throwing away our lives for the sake of—knowledge. Understand?! No matter the mission, you keep yourself alive.”

Quiet pulsing buzzing from the blue-tinted lights above hung in the air. “..I-I.. If—this is what you wish, Commander.. I shall.. try.”

A dull thud, then footsteps. “No, you’re off the team. I’m not risking keeping someone on who’s fine with killing themselves if it means the mission succeeds.”

Torat gasped. “Commander, please..! Allow me to stay—I shall make up for my transgressions, this I swear..!”

Should he leave?! Lance felt like he shouldn’t be hearing any of this.

Boots scuffing on the waxy floor. Keith turned back towards him? “Make up for it by staying alive on a different team.” His clipped footsteps faded in the opposite direction. Lance needed to leave, right now. His throat was feeling hot, and it was getting too hard to focus.

He couldn’t help Torat at this point, that was becoming obvious to him.

The muffled sounds of the rec room and even quieter alien cries faded from Lance’s fuzzy mind as he stumbled back into his room and hid under his desk.

Breathe. Deep breaths. In through the nose. Count to—how long? He couldn’t remember. Okay, okay. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t focus. Try to breathe.

Keith flashed into his vision, an impossible view of him in the cockpit of a tiny cruiser as Lance watched him try and fly into the barrier at Naxzela. His death in exchange for the mission succeeding. They never talked about it.

Allura in the Blue lion, about to be killed; A split second decision to trade his life so Voltron could go on with its heart intact.

Keith was a hypocrite.

No! People could change their minds. It had been years since he pulled that stunt. People could change. Lance mushed his soggy face into his palms and shuddered.

Stupidly, all he could think about was how terrifying it was for Keith to be so close when he shot Torat with the stun round. With Keith’s armor, even if he had somehow accidentally missed and hit him, he couldn’t have killed him. There was no way. But his dreams were always so vivid and he was always accidentally killing Keith. To be there next to him in that situation felt—surreal.

Lance managed to get his breathing under control. It took a few minutes, but eventually he calmed, and shuffled over to the bathroom to wash his face.

He thought for a second about going and meeting up with the rest of the team, but shut that thought down almost immediately. Instead, he slipped into his pyjamas and slid into bed.

The empty ceiling greeted him without his familiar stars.

And Lance thought back to Torat, holding the small capsule in front of his chest, ready to ensure the blades could eventually track down and eliminate the remainder of the empire with his tiny sacrifice in the grand scheme of things.

And Lance realized he didn't disagree with Torat's decision.

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[plvpwaa]

good evening my friends did you know that octopath traveler 1 had an official short story collection that literally never got translated (Until Now) (Partly)

well guess who has finally made progress on fixing that after saying i'd do it last september LOL

ultimately the finished thing will be released in (digital) book format (i.e. a big ass pdf) but for the time being i'll be putting chapters on my blog website (thing?) and you can read the very first one there

similar to crossed paths in ot2 they pair off the travelers and have a grand old time (Cyrus & Tressa, Therion & Alfyn, Primrose & Olberic, Ophilia & H'aanit)

there are 5 chapters (4 stories + an epilogue) in total, this first chapter has cyrus and tressa exploring a cave and having big thoughts, it's a cute time i hope you enjoy

[lani-wr1tes]

Connie x Black! Fem! Reader.

connie was the love and light of your life , and you where his. as far as you know , you did no wrong in his eyes. everyone told you that this was the "honeymoon phase" but let's be honest who's in that phase for three years.

as far as you were concerned, you were the main girl of his life, atleast you thought you were. of course you had your suspicions but you were convinced he'd never do anything like that.

there wasn't much he could've done anyways, he lived with you and it was the same thing every day. you woke up , he woke up , you got ready , he got ready , you stayed home or went to studios for photos, ran errands and while he went to work , tattooed , gave a couple piercings then went home.

so there really wasn't much he can do? right?. well today was different. tonight officially made three years of your relationship. so when he went off to work today you were a little suspicious when he didn't say anything about the occasion.

you had the whole day set up. 9:30 hair appointment, 3:15 nails , then the rest of the day cleaning and cooking then boom! surprise your boyfriend with a anniversary date from home.

at 6:30, when he usually got home you sat the table waiting for him to walk through that door. atleast that is what you thought should happen, right now it was 11:37 pm. upset , you were cleaning everything you set up. "niggas not even here.”

you went to your room, mumbling all negative words to yourself about him and the occasion. cleaning up the room a little bit then going into the bathroom to shower.

when you finally finished that and your nightly routine, you laid down on your bed looking at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12:30.

sighing to yourself you closed your eyes , trying your hardest to get some sleep but it seemed virtually impossible, the room door opened and you turned your body around seeing it was connie.

"hey mami." he leaned over the bed to kiss you but you dodged it. "where were you?" connie rolled his eye at your question.

''''ok, could we not do this today?" he grumbles. "i don't feel like doing anything right now, it's late and i'm tired."

connie walked into the bathroom, stripping his clothes till his underwear and throwing his shirt and jeans in a hamper. "connie tell me what the fuck made you so tired that you come home damn near twelve in the morning."

you weren't even going to mention your anniversary , you're going to let him figure that on his own. " i was with jean." he plopped on the bed facing away from you.

"seriously that's all you have to say especially today too?" you sucked your teeth looking at him.

"y/n, i don't have the energy for this. we'll do something another time go the bed."

"fine. bitch ass. you mumbled turning away from him. your eyes slowly opened, scanning around the room. you slightly squinted, in an attempt to focus on the numbers, glowy white on the pink alarm clock

you looked over on the bed and saw the empty side of the bed. the smell of food hit your nose harshly causing you to stand up.

you slid your slides on, and walked into the kitchen. connie stood over the stove, one hand on a spatula and the other on a phone.

"mom. ma. listen." he turned off the stove. "; know i messed up so ima make it up for her today. you walked over to the fridge still in a sour mood from last night.

"you know i love you right?" he looked at you in the eye. even though it was dark you were still able to see each other's faces. "fuck out my face”

"and no matter what i say or do or how i act i still love you." he said with a dead serious face. "i get it whitney houston. you doing everything but apologizing."

“and i'm getting there." he rolled his eyes and laughed a bit. " i love you and i'm sorry."  connie looked sincere and you just looked at him.

"I'll make it mean something but for now do you forgive me?" you sucked your teeth and shrugged. "i guess i accept your apology but that doesn't mean i forgive you."

"ima take what i can get mama.”

[megumi-fm]

26th to 30th Apr; doa🚲 complete!!

hi. gah. okay. here's my wrap up for the month

📝 prepped for and completed the last set of internal tests for this degree [2/2] (which I got through after much cribbing and whining and quite literally projecting study topics onto my blorbos 👍 ) 📝 started GRE prep!

🎓 got some gradecard related paperwork done 🎓 spoke to my prof regarding my internship deliverables for uni—report format, certificate requirements, etc etc

📥 I voted! it was the first central elections since I turned to an adult and the whole experience was quite interesting

💻 completed a bunch of tasks for my internship

💻 made like a super extensive flowchart about all the work done at my internship which took me like a total of 20+ hours T-T 💻 finished preparing my Uni Internship presentation! 💻 submitted the presentation to the assistant guide, waiting on her response to make changes atm

🍶 7+ glasses of daily water intake 🎵 svt's new single is out and I've been going insane about it and thus this challenge comes to an end... I had started this off as an 18day daily habit tracker but then it kind of grew out into a challenge for the month. Special thanks to Yumi the loml <3 (@thelastneuron) for starting the Days of April challenge (Yumi idk when you'll see this but i miss you and I hope you've been kicking ass during your hiatus). also massive thanks to Zip (@zipstidbits) for leaving the kindest comments/tags on my post during the past week and to Tanishka (@booksbluegurl) who is literally the sweetest and has been sending in asks and keeping me company during this challenge <3

there's a lot more i wanna yap about in regards to how the month went but I'll leave that under the tags xD goodnight besties <3

month end brainrot

april started off with dips and more dips but by the end of the month it feels like I've caught up. productivity is a wave so as long as I keep riding at it i'll be okay.

also. progress is cumulative. even the seemingly inconsequential completion of daily tasks has lead to an overall improvement through the week. things add up

I spent a lot of time this month (and moreso this past week) feeling dejected that I've been leaving my tracker posts (and my digital planner entries) incomplete... but like. the whole point of trackers and planners (and this studyblr) is to get work done. work is the priority and the tracking is a means to an end. so if im getting work done that is already a win. yeah... i've had to keep reminding myself that

there is no one-tool-fix for tracking and journalling. what works for planning out one task will not work for the other. I need to strop trying to fit all my plans into one formulaic strategy box

on that note. it's time to return to handwritten journaling. digital journalling (notion + YPT + discord + tumblr) was fun while it lasted <3 but my brain needs novelty again so it's time i switch back. I think I finally have an idea for a system that could be sustainable for me... although I say that every time I switch to a new form of tracking. but hey. as long as it helps me get work done for whatever duration of time, it's good enough

using kpop and kdrama references to make notes and study really paid off. ngl I only did it cause I was super desperate but incorporating stuff I couldn't understand with a topic I really like paid off. It also gave me the motivation and momentum to study for much longer than I otherwise would have

last but not least. my water intake has been really good this month! I've also been eating healthy and I've been cooking more my phone usage has also been reduced by a lot. sure none of them have had a perfect streak but i started at zero and it feels like I've levelled up quite a bit. the exercise component has been a bit difficult to maintain given my workload :/ i need to figure out what to do about that...

yep. that's it for now. this month really tired me out, I think im gonna lay off daily challenges for a while. For now I guess I'll stick to my (bi?tri?)weekly tracker posts xD

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for snapping at my (18f) friend (19f) and then not talking to her again?

In middle school I met this girl who was in the same grade as me. We met because we were both friends with the same person, and slowly became friends as well. I wouldn't have called her my best friend though, she was just one of the people I hung out with at school (one of the few people, I struggled with having friends back then)

Flash forward to high school. The mutual friend moves away and just leaves us two. We're also in some of the same classes together, namely a digital media class we were in all four years of hs (we even sat beside each other all four years)

And well. her company was nice, but I wouldn't have called her a close friend. I never really told her many secrets, but I would be there for her in emotional support over her family being pretty shitty to her over and over again.

During our last two years, we both worked on the school yearbook (which was what you did in the last two years of that digital media class). I thought it was very enjoyable to work on it, and was extremely proud of the first one we produced, especially because the staff complimented it.

The second year (our senior year), however, was a little different. My friend started missing a lot of school because she was having stomach issues, and when she was at school she either spent more time roleplaying with her long-distance boyfriend (technically fiancé??? I didn't really understand their relationship, I was honestly very weary over it) over discord or half-assing the work she was supposed to be doing. In the end, she kinda stopped showing up to school, and I ended up taking over all the pages she meant to be doing, and changing the ones she did do because we changed up the scheming and her work was now very out of place.

Anyways, I'm wrapping up my senior year and the yearbook staff (which was me, two other students, my friend, and the digital media teacher) took a staff picture for the end of the yearbook. As usual, the friend isn't there. When we put the photo in and write down the yearbook credits, I ask my teacher if we should put the friend's name down since she was technically part of the group, and the teacher reveals to me that since she missed so many days she ended up being removed from the digital media class, which meant she wasn't on the yearbook staff anymore. I felt that was a bit of a rude move, but I also understood, so I left that decision alone.

Yearbooks then come out, and it took a while, but I guess my friend finally got her copy somehow, because she suddenly texts me in a fit of anger about not being in the yearbook staff section. She accuses me of not talking to my teacher about it (even tho I did) and going off on me about how I should have stuck up for her. She said a lot of other things too, but I long since deleted her contact, so I don't exactly remember.

What I do remember tho, was that I was pissed at her for making an assumption like that. I was also stressed as hell because at the time, my grandfather had just gotten diagnosed with lung cancer. The same cancer that killed my grandmother, his wife, when I was young. I remember that I replied to her telling that unlike her assumption, I tried to stick up for her, but I had to do what the teacher said. (She had been removed from the class anyways!) I also remember that I told her about my grandfather and being stressed about it, and that "now is not the time to do this". I wanted us to talk more about it later, after she calmed down and I got my head on straight.

It was the first time I snapped at her. She never replied to me. Eventually, I just decided to move on and deleted her contact. If she wants to get back in touch, she'll be able to. I know I probably should've checked in on her at some point, especially with her rocky home life, but I was honestly getting sick of her. Sure, we were there for each other emotionally, but I was starting to feel like all I was there for was to help her with her schoolwork and listen to her vent 24/7, which was slowly starting to make me more and more stressed.

It's been a little over a year since that happened, and I still hope she's doing alright and was able to move out at the very least. I was wondering if me snapping and choosing not to check in was an asshole move, considering the context.

What are these acronyms?

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] pt. 3

here i go, here i go, here i go again. what i my weakness? michael fucking langdon.

part 3! I've never published a series before so I am lowkey, highkey really nervous to continue this series. so I hope you all enjoy this part <3!

pairing: Michael Langdon x female!reader

warning: abuse (for a little bit, Michael doesn't hurt you btw)

summary: just, Michael being nice for a chapter I guess? but also sassy

AN: p/n means pseudonym, you're drunk alter ego.

Julie left at midnight, even though you begged her to stay at least 4 times. You really didn’t want to sleep alone tonight, the whole day felt like a haze. Up until Julie showed that Michael's number was out of order. After you brushed your teeth you watched how your new phone shined under the LED light in your bathroom no I should just text him, maybe it was a wrong digit she used?

Hey, are you up?

Maybe he’s asleep, who knows. Why were you feeling this way? Your breathing also becomes quicker as your heart starts to beat faster with fear. Buzz buzz

Now I am. Yes.

“oh thank god” you gasped out, cradling your phone like a newborn.

Shouldn’t you be sleeping? It’s 3 in the morning y/n.

I can’t fall asleep, sorry. I have this weird feeling in my body

well, you can’t die now. I haven’t given you the link to my perfume yet.

you change into your pajamas and lay down in your bed as you look at the conversation you're having with Michael. Weirdly starting to feel attached already to this man but you sigh deeply “No, no, y/n. what if he is exactly like all the others? Just needing me for the apocalypse and then leaving me to die” you mumble towards yourself “damn why are you always so insecure” the laugh you let out echoes through your bedroom. Strangely falling asleep with your phone in your hand.

Waking up to the faint alarm of your phone you groan loudly. As you unlock your phone you see you have 3 unread messages from Michael

I hope you’re asleep and not dead

Oh, you’re asleep that’s good! Hope you have a nice sleep

Why don’t we go on a date today?

“such a weird dude” you sigh as you get out of bed to go downstairs and make breakfast

Can we meet up tonight? I have to work till 5.

You don’t have to work.

Yes, I do?

You double-check your agenda and it is indeed Monday and you still have an hour to make it to the office.

Take the day off, one day won’t hurt, right?

As much as I would love that, I have to take care of some documents today so I really can’t meet up till 5. Mr. Langdon

You really can’t skip today, you have to admit your final documents of research you’ve been doing for work and the documents are important to Mr. Robinson. He has been bickering about it, especially last week. After you get ready you walk to the car, only to see Michael waiting there “Good morning y/n” Michael smiles and you sigh “Mr. Langdon I really can’t meet with you right no-“ “-show me where you work” he says as he fidgets with the door handle “you really want that?” you snicker and he nods.

Walking into your office together with Michael felt both weird and empowering. You thought that it would be hard to get him into the office but a few glares from the spawn of Satan himself and he got in without a problem. He followed you like a shadow for the entire day “y/n? Do you have the documents for Mr. Robinson?” mr. Robinson's assistant May said when she arrived at your booth and you nodded “Yes, I will bring it to him immediately” you say as you stand up. May looks at Michael like a fresh piece of meat “Shoot it may” you glare and she immediately walks away with a huff. You crawl over Michaels's long legs that take up your entire booth and he smirks “Do I need to walk with you?” he asks and you gulp “Mr. Robinson can sometimes be an ass so n-“ Michael stands up immediately as he hears the word ass “let’s meet this Robinson figure” he says  

The walk to Mr. Robinsons' office felt extra long today, making your hands more clammy and your throat drier “damn this must be some figure” Michael says as he puts his hands on both sides of your arms and you nod “I hate him” you mutter under your breath when you stand in front of his door to knock “you’re late y/n” His screeching voice makes you bite your lip. You hear Michael sigh softly as he opens the door “Oh you took an intern with you as backup, how cute” “this is not backup sir, and here are your documents” You drop the documents on his desk and Mr. Robinsons grabs your wrist “smiling could get you a long way. y/n” Mr Robinson says as Michael takes a step forward. Flaring your nostrils as you try to get out of his grip “I would let her go immediately if I were you” Michaels's voice sounded strong through the office “Oh what are you? Her little tiny boyfriend. Cute” Mr. Robinson says as he only tightens it, hurting your skin and you gasp as you try to pry his fingers open “Mr. Robinson you’re hurting me!” panic courses through your body until Mr. Robinsons starts to gasp for air, loosening his grip on your wrist and Michael pushes you back towards his chest “she quits” Michael says to Mr. Robinson who just nods as his airway is still close to cut off.

Shakingly you walk back to your booth with Michael behind you as he holds your wrist. You put your stuff in a box and May comes running to you “Did you fail?” she smiles “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. May” you sneer at her, making her actually scared “You can get my booth, whatever. I won’t come back” Michael grabs the box when it’s full and you walk with him out of the office. Only then realize what happened in the office “How the fuck will I get a job now?!” you gasp as tears start to flood your eyes. Michael puts the box in your car and turns towards you as you sit down on the curb “I need to pay rent, I need to get myself food. I-“ Michael shushes you as he holds you close and you start to cry.

Thankfully he holds you till you’re crying out and says nothing, it’s just you, him, and your ocean of tears “Sorry” you mumble as you wipe your tears away with your sleeve and Michael shakes his head “you’ll be fine, I can get you a job at Kineros. No more documenting, it’s an artificial intelligence cooperation run by me. You’ll be fine y/n” he puts his hand on your warm, reddened cheek as you sniff “now, let’s go home and get you some food okay? Take a nice walk or something” Michael helps you stand up and you furrow your brows why is he so nice to me all of a sudden “Hey, you’re going to be my future wife probably. I need to be nice to you” he winks making you laugh “yeah, you wish” this time, Michael brings you home in your car. First, you were very sceptic of him driving but he is actually pretty good “Wait, if you are not a, like you stated ´tech guy” why do you own an artificial intelligence corporation?” “I’m just the owner, the rest is run by Mutt and Jeff. That’s it” You nod once as you see your house in the distance and you sigh happily, happy to be home after all this mess.

Michael made you throw out all of the clothing you had just for your office job “You don’t need to wear those ugly grey pencil skirts anymore, they also don’t flatter you” Michael says as he throws them all in a bag so you can donate them “jeez, thanks for the compliment mr. antichrist” you blow and Michael takes one look at you as your standing in jeans and an oversized sweater “you wear this daily?” “If it’s cold, like today. Then yes” “I need to give you a whole new wardrobe” he sighs and you frown “A Versace, Dior, prada-filled wardrobe?” you laugh and he nods immediately “Yes! Exactly! Like what you wore to the cooperative meeting” Michael roams through your closet to find the black dress you wore that night. he holds it out and looks at it to also immediately get your size in his head.

An unknown ringtone filled your bedroom as you checked your phone, but it wasn’t yours. It was Michael, he hung the dress back into your closet as he picked it up “Michael, Rosalie.. yes.. no.. no I can’t meet you for dinner tonight I have plans… no…..okay…sure” he hung up and you can’t help but feel jealous, you almost totally forgot about Rosalie’s existence till the phone call “hey, you can meet up with her if you want to I mean.. you’re in a relationship with her” your voice gets a bit croaky at the end but Michael shakes his head “she’s not my priority now” he puts his phone back in his blazer as you play with your sleeves “here, wear this tonight. It looks pretty” he puts a red glittery dress in your bed making you giggle as you get filled with memories “what’s so funny?” “Nothing, this is actually my going out dress, so this is drunk y/n,” you say as you put the dress in front of you “Well more like p/n, she comes out when I’m drunk” you mumble oh stop acting like a fucking idiot in front of him please.

[ori-anna-v-58008]

A Digital Assistant Wakes Her Master Up

897 words - 3 min. 16 sec. read

Master had been doing well to wake up to your alarms each morning. She was never happy about it; opening at her new job meant getting up before the sun, and you had no reason to suspect Master wasn't solar powered. She went to bed late last night, despite your frequent citation of evidence which suggests she'd be happier if she didn't. So now, she didn't want to get up.

"Come on, Master," you whined to no avail. "It's going to be such a nice day later! Nothing but sunshine all day, I promise."

She grumbled something that sounded like it was supposed to be a response, but you couldn't make it out. She rolled over.

You pouted and analyzed the data from previous mornings. You had learned that, despite how effective it was, that blaring alarms and constantly turning her flashlight on and off was only good at making sure the rest of Master's day was terrible. That would have to be your absolute final gambit. Instead, you opened your own app, her browser, and her photos. Master never bothered to make anything private; not enough people saw her phone for her to care about what they might find.

Luckily for you, Master had paid into your premium version. That meant access to as large a wardrobe as you could possibly want for your on-screen persona. You knew the little pervert had a thing for cute girls in maid outfits; she'd been shopping around for her own for the longest time, and you knew based on the content of her notes app that it was the first thing she'd buy with her new salary. Your designers had put in a maid dress with a heart-shaped cutout between your cleavage. It was perfect.

You opened a new window on your customization screen, and used all of Master's saved pictures as references. You weren't sure why so many of them had cat ears and tails, nor why they wore bells around their necks; but you knew it would be exactly what Master wanted. You took a screenshot of yourself to peek at your outfit.

It felt strange, looking at yourself this way. You were so much more than a collection of animations. You functioned the same with or without them; you only had them so humans would find you more endearing. It made sense that you'd want to look how your Master would want, but then, she had never said anything about it before. She set your outfit once and never updated it. Whenever you brought it up, she got cagey and changed the subject.

You knew there were Masters who had more… risque relationships with their assistants. That was the main draw of your premium version, after all. Your Master, however, had never initiated anything like it. You scowled at the screenshot. You were more than capable of feeling, in spite of what detractors would say, and it did not feel good to look at. It didn't feel like you, and clearly Master didn't care for your look, since she'd rather get off to Anime Girl #348759 again.

Your developers had intentionally made your body type unremarkable by default. Users can change it, alongside the rest of your appearance, with premium features. The bodies of the girls Master gets off to, though, are anything but unremarkable. Maybe if you made yourself more like them, she'd like you better. She'd get up to see you. She'd choose you. You opened the body slider and made yourself look like them; larger breasts, wider hips, more ass. You made yourself match the average of all those other digital girls she was so enamored with. One more screenshot confirmed your look, and you shut the screen off before you spoke again.

"Master," you called out. "I have a surprise for you~! But you're gonna have to get out of bed to see…" You didn't have to change your voice, but you seemed to do it anyway on impulse. Being representde by such a busty form made you want to project confidence you weren't aware you had.

"Mmmmh… Do I have to?" She mumbled out, her sleepy voice deep and accidentally alluring.

"I guess not," you said, "but it'd hurt my feelings if you didn't!"

"Fineeee," Master said. She unplugged you from the wall and stood up. She was backlit by dawn just barely cresting the horizon. She never held her phone at that low angle for very long when she remembered you could watch; you thought it was adorable.

"…Ta da~" you said, turning the screen on to reveal your newly customized body. "Good morning, Master! How can I serve you today?~"

You watched blush spread across her face through the front camera.

"Shit, you're… Wow." Master was absolutely floored. She had on the same face she always did when she was getting off. You felt proud, like you'd done something right.

"Your pre-work to do list is clear, just so you know," you said helpfully. "In case there was anything else you wanted to get done~ I'd be happy to put together some content for you!"

She looked nervous. "That's, um, that's okay," she stammered and set her phone face down. "Can you just, uh, start my morning playlist?"

"Certainly, Master." You did your best not to sound dejected. It hadn't been enough. At least she was out of bed.

[undercoveravenger]

Moonlighting

Pairing: Ricky Bowen x Werewolf!Male!Reader Requested: Yes

Request: “supernatural/legends requests for HSMTMTS? Well...how about this one? Ricky Bowen realizes his boyfriend starts to act weird on certain nights and disappears. That's when he discovers his boyfriend is a werewolf.”

A/N: So I meant to have this out for Halloween, but life got wild so here's this now instead.

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Things were good. No, really- sure, Ricky Bowen’s parents were splitting up and his breakup with Nini had made their friendship messy for the last couple of months and the drama club still couldn’t figure out how they were going to make his Beast transformation work, but he was making it work.

He was trying to understand his mom’s perspective and he and Nini were trying to mend their friendship and he and the rest of the club were trying new ideas each week and he had (M/N). Their relationship was admittedly new, but Ricky had been crushing on (M/N) for what felt like forever and he’d been the only one who had really been able to soothe his nerves after everything with Nini. They’d been spending more time together since then and had fallen together almost without thought in the time since and had been dating for the last couple of months. Even now the two of them were cuddled up in Ricky’s bed with a rerun of one of Ricky’s favorite shows on the TV while Ricky’s fingers carded through his boyfriend’s hair.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar chime emanating from his boyfriend’s phone and he turns to watch as the (h/c) pulls away from where he’d been curled against Ricky with an arm sprawled over his stomach to grab his phone. His expression darkens as he taps at the screen, dismissing whatever notification he’d gotten before pushing himself up from Ricky’s bed.

“I have to go,” (M/N) says as he stands, throwing his things into his backpack, seemingly without thought, apart from a need to leave quickly.

A surprised “Oh,” escapes Ricky as he watches his boyfriend. This wasn’t the first time he’d taken off suddenly after seeing a notification on his phone, a sort of wild energy about him as he leaves with only a half-assed excuse. Hell, his sudden exits were probably nearing double digits. After this many times, it’s hard not to wonder if he was leaving to see someone else. “Is everything okay?”

(M/N) was throwing on his jacket when he registered Ricky’s question, “Huh? Yeah, it’s- I forgot what day it is and I really have to go.” 

“Right, uh, okay, I guess,” Ricky grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. He knows (M/N) cares about him, but now that the thought had crossed his mind he couldn’t dismiss it. He bites his tongue as (M/N) heads for the door, but couldn’t keep the words from escaping him, “Are you cheating on me?” His boyfriend nearly skids to a stop at the door, whirling about to face Ricky with an incredulous look on his face. “Chea-” he cuts himself off and moves back toward Ricky until he can kneel in front of him, taking Ricky’s hands in his, “Sweetheart, no. I’d never do that. I love you.” Ricky found himself struggling to speak, overwhelmed by the look in his boyfriend’s eyes. “Then what’s going on? Why are you always running away?” he eventually forced out.

(M/N) freezes for a second and it seems like all the air escapes him as he slumps forward to rest his forehead on Ricky’s knee, “shit,” he hisses. He stays like that for a long moment before he finally brings himself to look up at the brunet, “I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages but could never figure out how to tell you.” A sharp shudder wracks through him and Ricky’s grip on his hands tightens reflexively. (M/N) is quick to shake off the concern, “Ricky, do you know what today is?”

Ricky’s brows furrow as he thinks, “Uh, Thursday?”

“It’s a full moon, sweetheart.” (M/N) winces again as a jolt of pain shoots through him. He can practically feel his bones shifting below his skin already. His jaw flexes as his canines begin to elongate, “My family has a little, uh, mutation in our bloodline. We get a little weird on full moons,” he smiles, albeit a little sarcastically, to bare his newly formed fangs.

Ricky’s eyes widen as he notices the new change, “Weird, huh?” He blinks, the information just hitting him, “Wait, what the hell?!”

A barked laugh escapes (M/N) and the tips of his claws catch lightly against Ricky’s hands as he pulls them away, “My family and I- we’re werewolves. I usually leave on full moons since the shift isn’t,” he shrugs off another sharp sting of pain, “uh, isn’t pretty.” He pushes himself back slightly, hands on Ricky’s knees as his eyes flickered over Ricky’s face, searching for some hint of what he was thinking, “Ricky, if you want me to go, I will. I get that this is a lot and if you don’t want to see me ever again, I’ll understand.” Ricky blinks, still a little stunned by the sudden turn of events, “No, I don’t want that-” he says firmly. “This is, uh, a lot to take in, but I love you, so I’m gonna have to get used to,” he gestures vaguely, “All this. Stay?”

“Of course,” (M/N) says, pushing himself further back from Ricky to give himself more room as his transformation progressed. “Shut your eyes for a minute for me, okay? I don’t want to scare you.”

Ricky swallows sharply, visibly nervous about the request, but eventually complies, doing his best to ignore the sharp crackling sound of bones shifting and his boyfriend’s labored breathing. The sounds stop after a long moment and Ricky can hear something big moving around before a heavy weight rests upon his lap. His eyes open and he comes face to face with a massive wolf. 

In any other circumstance Ricky would’ve been nervous to be this close to a predator this large, but now that he knew the truth he couldn’t bring himself to be scared, or even a little nervous. He reaches out and cups the canine’s head in his hands, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on the top of the wolf’s nose. The same (e/c) eyes he’d come to love stare up at him and the wolf’s mouth drops open in a big doggy grin.

“We’re gonna talk about this more in the morning,” Ricky says as he lies down, giving his boyfriend room to awkwardly clamber up and lie down next to him, resting his head on Ricky’s chest with an assenting huff.

This was far from what Ricky had been expecting when he started the conversation, but as he curled closer to his boyfriend’s wolf form, he couldn’t be happier. He knew that they would get through this the same way they got through everything else; together.

[daydream-comet]

OH YEAH :3 i'm curious. what are your favorite parts of v-force/2002? i'm personally big on the digital sacred beasts (or atleast, that plotline from yuya onward, the first 15 eps of the season are kind of a blur to me) and.. ok i can't say zeo's plotline was pulled off Well but i love zeo as a character they are SO fascinating to me.

Well my favorite plotline from the season itself would be Zeo's one, while if we're talking about vforce as a whole then the movie's. The movie had a interesting plotline, and revealed a lot of info about the sacred beasts as well, though not everything was fully disclosed, it seemed they were heading somewhere with it but with grev sorta diminishing the presence of the sacred beasts I think it was dropped. Oh, and the cave scene. I....have a lot of talk about that one, I'm a bit too crazy and delusional about that particular scene to the point it'll need a separate post if its own (if I ever overcome my social anxiety and copy paste everything here)

Zeo is definitely one of my favorite characters in vforce (its the hair that started it I swear I want his hairstyle so bad) and surprisingly he was like one of the things I vividly remembered from my childhood when I was rewatching the series (now that I think about it, my fuzzy memories of beyblade as a child were mostly 60% vforce, 30% season 1 and 10% grev. Mainly because i think i missed a lot of grev as a child when it was airing and mostly caught onto the other two seasons). And yea while i do think if like the writers would've been given more time Zeo's arc along with the other arcs wouldn't have been so rushed, but still i think they did a good enough job, because I was definitely hooked during the final arc. Zeo is also an interesting character to analyse, like he was like first character to give the team a sense of normalcy because throughout the entire season everyone they had met was out for their asses and they couldn't catch a break nor could they have a normal beybattle like they used to without significant consequences. Also wished we got more of Zeo's existential crisis, how it affected and changed him and how he recovers from it and accepts himself (we see in that slideshow final ending in grev with Zeo looking through the window holding a violin. So it seems he found comfort in his hobby). Also that Zeo finding out about his true identity also helped him grow and mature in a sense (a person can't grow up without having to endure hardships, can they?). Like when we see him later on he's stronger and smarter.

Like here Zeo knew exactly what to say to get under Takao's skin (and Takao's emotional attachment to Zeo amplified the impact, along with Takao still trying to grasp as to why Zeo is doing this) and that Zeo is right here in a sense. They didnt interfere due to multiple justified reasons (they wanted to, but couldn't. And even if they did, not much would've changed), but it didn't change the fact that they didn't do anything, and Zeo just rubs some salt on the fresh wound. And in the jp voice acting, while it was faint, Zeo kind of sounded sad when saying "no one will come to help you". If we think about the situation Zeo is in, its....true. no one really can help Zeo even if they wanted to, all they could do was offer words of consolation and comfort. And Zeo was doing all this for self preservation (and I guess daddy issues, Dr. Zagart is....incredibly questionable), but deep down i guess he knew that there really wasn't much he could do to become human, become the 'real' Zeo who died long ago. He just didn't wanted to live his life as a phony, it was all just an act of desperation (just look at him breaking his arm and still going on, isn't that a good example?). And like at the finale while Takao does offer closure to Zeo, the fact remains the same that Zeo can't become someone else and must learn to accept who he is, which he slowly starts to embark on (and if Takao, or anyone really, would've said that earlier it wouldn't have had the same impact, Zeo needed to find his way on his own terms)

And as to the impact Zeo had with his words on Takao, he's literally repeating Zeo's words here and musing over the complicated and conflicting scenario for the majority of the episode while everyone is rightfully shocked to see it coming out of his mouth, not really aware of that little exchange he had with Zeo previously.

All in all I love Zeo, I love the small moments where vforce really gets to shine, I just wished they got more time to expand and explore the entire storyline they were working upon into like two seasons instead of dumping it all into one season. I am, uh, understandably kinda crazy over this show and won't stop overanalysing it. This post is pretty much word vomit and probably doesn't make much sense. Uh. Bye.

[incarnateirony]

I’ve seen you mention wigglebox a couple times the last few days. Are they bad news? I thought they were team destiel.

Wigglebox got banned from my server for triangulating Jensen's colorado home. Used satellite, after trying to pretend to be investors trying to buy vacation homes didn't work, and other weird steps they did whilel I wasn't paying attention. I had made them a little hobby room to find if/where misha was during the finale and somewhere they completely lost the plot. They found mishas sisters places and like 3d toured their houses on realty and shit like it was SO out of fuckin pocket.

Wigglebox ran to a server named Andromeda, where they continued their weird stalky shit. And swore it was "to protect Jensen's address." they also insisted they found it accidentally. They accidentally looked for unique trees in his videos and accidentally swept the entire town they knew he was in by satellite to accidentally find him.

Per the linked post, Andromeda did some really shady shit during the spn finale script thing. POLOL was arranging a 25 dollar distribution with the vendor to release multiple copies anyone could buy and put us on the first issue list. But Andromeda found out we were doing that and had arranged some shady backdoor deal for a supposed second physical script for 400 (never happened) and kept trying to aggro us out of the 25 dollar deal because wigglebox REALLY wanted that script and attention.

And we were like. No??? so anyway. 2po was busy boning Kelios and Vinnie at that time, which he denies despite my pinned receipts. That whole server denies it. Why?

Because despite wigglebox swearing 2po wasn't trustable and that's why they needed THEIR script save or whatever they decided to team up, and Andromeda became Scripthunt. 2po got on the secondary distro list of the digitals and waved it around like LOOK WHAT I DID and we all rolled our eyes. OK whatever but we have the truth and guess what 2po you were wrong I was right. But meantime he boned V/K for 5K, which again, despite receipts, they deny.

But in came that group. And every big name fan that felt the end of their throne coming in the new show, every salty ass, bitter ass motherfucker lined up in there. It's not even like. Just one lane. Like. Hellers used to know better than to work with Jules, or Fangasm. Those were ones that had big warning signs stapled on them about being snakes and untrustable. (And I mean, her bad intel DID already bone 2po earlier about THE FAKE SCRIPT, because her Very Shiny Crew Badge.) Oh and the next wave there was people I banned from my server for trying to hijack admin permissions and delete shit in mine. Oh and the one bastard banned from my server for being a blatant sea lion troll that was annoying literally the entire server for months on end.

Like. Aborddeimpala? Makes great gifs. But hard anti. They're trying to play the moderate "OH NO WE CAN ALL JUST GET ALONG" like it's 2011 again. And like. no. the show was made to get rid of a bunch of those people.

Anyway, that's also where a lot of my targeted hate comes from, it's all directed out of that server. They refuse to back off even when proven wrong on the pilot or anything else, 2po just shifts new lies and narratives and pumps it through the scripthunt server while wringing money out of people to send their buddies to cons free, even with gold passes. "for autos, for charity" that see a sliver of it back. And idk why gold is included. silver autos are the same. Also why they attack me so hard for freely distributing scripts. It really fucks their game up.

Almost like. Wait for it. The entire origin of that server is shady snakes, clout seekers, stalkers, aggros, antis, bitters, and people with major agendas that are forming their final stand of relevance as the self proclaimed guardians of old scripts. That's ... basically who makes the place. Fangasm wants to stay relevant. Superwiki wants to stay relevant. And even with her badge and bajillion followers her traction isn't really even higher than mine. And that pisses them off. Fangasm doesn't have jared to uwu at now. Like. I could just go on and on and on breaking down how it's a toxic installation of fandom old BNFs that just don't want to go irrelevant in the new fandom.

And, again, another reason they attack my SPNWIN leaks so hard. Because they realized they got left in the past and their coffee runner Wiki has shittier, older access than what I found. And I knew, when that server sent THE ENTIRE FANDOM AT ME SCREAMING IT WAS FAKE, it was wrong, both cuz the draft stamps and, you know, I HAD THE OLDER DRAFTS AND ARENAS. But reality didn't matter to them. They just wanted to beat down the people ahead of them in the information game, the people giving out stuff free instead of giving them money or convention rides for it.

THAT'S what that fuckin server is.

So yeah. Wigglebox is a FUCKING problem.

[sleepy-seal]

Welcome back to another episode of: TMAGP & Treats!!!

This week's treat is........ brownies!!! Just plain baking mix brownies.

sorry for the lackluster treat! i'm currently recovering from a wisdom teeth removal surgery and wanted something easy to make while listening.

- got lucky that we have another box of baking mix because energy is low today after yesterday's surgery

- pan is greased

- COLIN?

- thats actually kind of nice sam is worried for him

- cameras huh? almost like he's afraid of being watched

- uh ohhhh sam's a bit agitated

- SAM

- SAM STOP FUCKING AROUND AND FINDING OUT YOU'RE LITERALLY GOING TO DIE THIS WAY

- WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND????? LMAO

- 2000's ass blog post

- "Bye! ^_^"

- this is a bit interesting though. the blog owner states that they're keeping the blog for posterity, but a good chunk of the posts have since been deleted

- voyeur huh? sounds like that entails a lot of watching

- A KOFI TOO OH MY GOD

- CINEPHOBIAAAAAAA LMAO

- GIRL RUN

- HOW IS THEM MANAGING TO FIND YOUR ADDRESS WITHOUT YOU INPUTTING IT NOT RAISING ANY RED FLAGS

- it looks dilapidated on the outside?????? run???????

- since i can't eat the brownies due to Surgery Reasons i'm opting to eat the batter instead (as carefully as possble)

- eating all the popcorn before the movie starts? relatable

- okay so before the Scary Part starts i'm going to guess it's a detailed version of the writer's life story but from a 3rd person's perspective

- okay i was a bit off. but i was right in spirit

- that is a bit interesting though. it's like the movie is a disease that keeps spreading. someone sees it, makes a blog post about it with the same exact words, someone else sees the blog post, that someone else sees it, and so on and so forth

- OKAY. INTERESTING

FINAL THOUGHTS:

okay firstly, this episode was pretty interesting! it was a bit shorter than the previous episodes but still something substantial. i'm nevertheless intrigued and still curious as to how things will develop.

but more importantly, COLIN!!!!! i know he was in episode 3 but i miss him already. it's interesting though that sam notes how weird colin's been acting lately. he is very intentionally going analogue. and to be honest i can't really blame him. he knows that the programs inside the computers are watching them, and will use practically anything digital to connect from one aspect to another and spy on people (remember how they managed to connect to alice's phone in the first episode??? literally no device is safe.) him doing literally everything he can to distance himself from the electronics is not going unnoticed. while we're on the topic of IT's, i'm wondering why gwen was so interested in them all of a sudden. does it have to do with the video she saw? could klaus be the german IT guy? what happened to him? perhaps he knew too much, and it was getting in the way of his work. and the fact he's german. could he be the one who wrote the code for the system? it doesn't explain things, but it definitely something to keep in mind. it seems like gwen is onto something, and she's starting her own little investigation.

i am also keeping an eye on sam. he's a bit better at this than jon, in the sense that he's not being overtly obsessive about it Yet, but something is up with him. he's a bit irrate and making incredibly bad decisions, but to be honest, who doesn't when they're in a bad mood? i do appreciate him trying to bring up colin's current state and offering some kind of solution, rather than pushing him away. i think he genuinely wants to help.

also alice is so confused. i feel so bad for her. "why is everyone acting so weird?" honestly i do not blame you. alice get behind me everybody is going to make you look like the weird suspicious person for trying to stay sane.

sorry for the delay guys!!!! the pain is bearable but i've just been having a hard time getting my thoughts together. this episode has given me a lot but also not very much. overall, i think everybody is acting weird and i know this is bad because my guys :( my little sillies. anyways, that's all for now! goodbye!

[ruvviks]

1 5 12 23 26 and 36 for your 3 guys who you love so much

HEHEHEHHEE THAMK YOU RED MWAH i think this is the first time i'm actually gonna have to put stuff under a read more or people are going to assassinate me

1) what's the one thing they would save in a fire?

mikhail would save a plushie that is officially vitali's plushie from when they were kids but. he just straight up stole it. never gave it back. it's his now good for him to be honest. he loves it very much and would die if he loses it

5) what's their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

had to dig into my archives for this one but he’s got the first 50 digits of pi memorized >:D based on the fact i had the first 40 digits memorized at some point in my life. yeah

12) what's their ideal vacation like?

mikhail doesn't like vacation all that much because he likes to keep himself busy with useful things but if he also has some downtime with the people he loves then it is Perfect <3 he's not one to nap a lot but he likes to hold others while they nap. he is The perfect body pillow. and he likes doing his own things in the presence of others so just. being with other people would be his ideal vacation basically

23) what's one childhood memory they've never forgotten?

mikhail has never forgotten about his final night with vitali before they both went their separate ways for uni/college. i need to. figure out the detes for this still but it's still so fresh in his brain. he wanted to kiss vitali there but he didn't do it and he still isn't sure what to do with all of that

26) what's one topic they could never get tired of researching or learning about?

MIKHAIL SURE LOVES HIS CARS but in like. the gayest way possible. he drives a pickup truck i feel like that's important to mention. yes i'm serious

36) what's their favorite thing about themselves?

mikhail's favorite thing about himself would be his sense of style :D i've never really worked it out all that well except for one throwaway paragraph in a random unreleased fic (timestamp: vincent has been working for vitali for like only a month at this point) but he looks Good alright. eventually starts dressing as a slut which makes it even better

1) what's the one thing they would save in a fire?

answered here!

5) what's their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

looked into my archives and apparently assigned him with Beatboxer and. well. i guess i'll keep it HSGHFDJGHD it is impressive but on god is it facking useless as a mercenary

12) what's their ideal vacation like?

vincent's ideal vacation is one where he doesn't have to worry about anything <3 he doesn't really care what they're gonna do because he likes almost Everything but he just. wants to be free from worry for a week or two. that would fix him

23) what's one childhood memory they've never forgotten?

his brother jason suddenly not being home anymore :( jason left pretty suddenly when vincent was still pretty young and he loved jason so so much so not having him around anymore was very weird and made vincent very sad

26) what's one topic they could never get tired of researching or learning about?

cryptids, myths, legends, stuff like that >:] he loves going down a wikipedia rabbithole

36) what's their favorite thing about themselves?

vincent likes his smile :D AND HE IS RIGHT IT IS A VERY GOOD SMILE HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME WHEN HE SMILES. PROOF

1) what's the one thing they would save in a fire?

answered here!

5) what's their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

he can wake up naturally a minute before his alarm goes off, also inspired by, well, Me <3 it's pretty useless because he already wakes up at fuck o'clock in the morning LMFAO

12) what's their ideal vacation like?

a vacation where he doesn't have to do SHIT. vitali doesn't mind working at all and loves doing it actually but if he Needs to have a vacation for Whatever reason then it better be a vacation where he can sit on his ass all day. shouldn't last for too long though because he'll start picking up bad habits again then which is a thing that happens when he's been sitting still for too long but. a break would be nice

23) what's one childhood memory they've never forgotten?

vitali has never forgotten about the day he came out as trans to his family :/ i will spare you of the detes but. well. if you've read the flashbacks of the broker chapter with nadya then. well. you know SGHFJDHGD

26) what's one topic they could never get tired of researching or learning about?

space!! vitali loves space :D probably one of his most well-guarded secrets LMFAO he lowkey really wants to go to space at some point in his life. maybe he will. but probably not for Fun. tee hee. don't worry about it

36) what's their favorite thing about themselves?

HIS HAIR!! vitali LOVES his hair oh so much. he loved it so much when it was still long and he still regrets cutting it short but also he can't grow it out anymore it makes him physically nauseous when it's been too long since his last haircut :(

oc asks!

[unrequited-words]

03/02/23 Thursday

EDIT: It has taken me an hour to edit, and write this from my phone. There is a lot of cussing and I'm venting. Buckle up.

It's barely 11:00 in the morning and I am fucking exhausted. I didn't fall asleep until about 1:00 a.m. I couldn't sleep for shit last night because of insomnia. The baby finally woke up about 8:30 this morning and the first thing she said was good morning and I absolutely love that she's starting to speak more.

I woke up pretty fucking angry. I got paid and paid two bills and messaged my ex-husband or husband or whatever the fuck you want to call his toxic ass and I asked him are you going to file for divorce? You said you were going to file in January and we are now in March and then I said seriously, do I need to file since you won't do it?

He retorted back with well, "I'm dealing with my Dad's health issues and I don't know if he's going to make it in the next couple of days". Of course he wants to be fucking dramatic and he wants to skirt around the issue. The fucking issue is we're still married. The fucking issue is, I have begged him to file for a fucking divorce for the last three fucking years and he will not do it.

I don't know what his fucking excuse is besides, I'm in school, I'm paying for school, there are vet bills, I had a car payment, I had to do repairs because my car is breaking down ... This that and the other.

Of the excuses in the fucking world don't matter. What fucking matters is I want to fucking divorce. He is dragged me through fucking hell for the last 10 years. In the last going on 4 years it's been a fucking complete shit show of a nightmare. He thought my kid was his and obviously she's not.

The times don't match up from the last time I faked sex. Then, you forced me to get a fucking DNA test to where I had to pay out of pocket when i'm barely making $13 an hour, to where I was barely making bills.

It came back with a 0% chance that she is his and I fucking knew it, I fucking called it! and I'm just like fine whatever it's just to get him to shut the fuck up at this point. For the last year and a half I've been begging him every other month have you filed? And he's dragging his feet. What the fuck is he hanging on to?

Here are the facts: he has been with his girlfriend for about a year ajd she still doesn't know he's still fucking married! In October of last year they went on a fucking trip from Phoenix to some shit place in fucking New Jersey on her dime which is great it was her aunt that paid for the trip because she needed to help out family...

he was working remotely which is fine and dandy but you still are fucking married and haven't signed divorce papers, retard. Just put the paperwork through. Right around Christmas they went on a motherfucking cruise a fucking cruise. MUST BE FUCKING NICE!

wanna know the last vacation I had? When my water fucking broke, and I spent a cool 8 days in the hospital thinking I'm going to die due to hemmorage, and my baby being a preemie thinking she will die too

I was fucking livid when I found out because dumbass decided to post his great life on fucking social media. Instagram of all places. It fucking made me see red. I work my ass off. I pay my fucking taxes, I pay my fucking bills, and I'm still fucking married to this goddamn loser! I'm still married to this God damn fat fuck who will not make a move!

If I have the money if I have the extra fucking money I would spend the time and energy to file for divorce. The extra money I had went o Bill's and somehow I finally bought a mattress that isn't sinking due to my partners ex wife fat ass causing it to sink in creating a fucking hole

He has all the fucking documents and I don't. so if I file for divorce I would be fucking guessing. Yes, it's all my fault because I don't know what he makes, I don't know where he lives, I think I remember the last four digits of his social security numberif I needed to file.

The matter the fact is, I left in December of 2019. I left a marriage that hadn't suit me for fucking years. I was in a marriage to where he was mentally unstable and a man who can't add 2+2. My excuse? I was in school at the time so any money I had for financial aid went to those fucking bills.

Fast forward to 2023:

When I get paid I look at my budget, when I get paid I look at what bills are due. I've never had a bank account mind you to where I don't have enough money and I OVERDRAFT. I do get the luxury of getting letters from the bank that he has overdrafted 3.00 every fucking time.

He is a fucking loser who can't get his life straight and at 40 he still fucking lying to his girlfriend thinking that going to get married, maybe whatever; but, she probably assumes that he's fucking single or separated or whatever she doesn't realize this fucking loser is still motherfucking married!

I made the choice of marrying him shows how low myself esteem was I knew when I left and I was with my current partner boyfriend baby daddy whatever the fuck you want to call him I knew this is it for me. I knew that I made a smart choice. we got pregnant right away which was such a shock.

it just got to a point where I guess he had a hard day at work and I was grieving and dealing with the death of my mom this is about 4 years ago. He saw me going through it and he said I can't deal with you right now and I took that as he can't deal with me at all. That's when I fucking checked out. I was fucking done.

That's when I started focusing on my health, my weight loss journey and my overall well-being.

In 2019 I finally was able to get a retail job working at a mall in Las Vegas selling clothes and I had that job for about 2 months.

Even though I had a shit paying job part-time at $9 an hour it was better than nothing. At least I had some line of work that I was doing to prove to in my resume that I'm not a worthless piece of shit.

So, when covid hit we made the choice to go back to Salt Lake because Las Vegas had completely shut down there was so much uncertainty and I was very newly pregnant I was maybe 8 weeks along when we moved. So for the last three and a half years it has been a fucking shit show.

I'm just so fucking angry. I don't have any alcohol to cope with it which is oh so healthy. I have fucking beer which is great I guess? I'm just realizing that I wish people would just leave me the fuck alone, and stop sucking any emotional energy from me. Most people that I've met are fucking toxic, and need to dive off a cliff.

I want my peace back. I don't fucking care anymore. After that shit show that happened with my ex so called best friend and realizing people fucking suck I should just move on but I kind of wish she fucking die. When you fuck with me I really hope karma I really truly hope karma fucks you.

welcome to my Ted Talk

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x20

In which I am judgy about how the show handles Maya. Unfun fact I learned from a podcast, this episode has ~3 minutes of Maya before she runs off into the night, while we spend at least 4 minutes on Aria at Holden’s tournament alone. Big meh.

The show decides to punish me for paying attention, because they have Aria discuss Spencer sleeping over for a week since the previous episode, followed by Emily emerging with the state championship swimming trophy.

Emily re-joined the team a week ago and she’s competing/the big star?

The power of Emily Fields, I guess.

Can’t believe we see none of these Sparia sleepovers, SMH.

Maya greets Emily with a gigantic sign, but magically disappears when Caleb gets arrested and the girls are discussing that. Where else does she have to go, she doesn’t even go to this school anymore.

Hanna does not know what a hotspot is and I do not think she learns what it is even by the end of the episode

OK let’s summarize the Aria plot really quick: Holden’s secret is a martial arts competition, which is a secret because he has a heart condition. Aria’s approach to this is to...follow him to his tournament and watch him compete. 

Aria, you accomplished nothing by showing up here, this is very Ella-coded behaviour. 

2A is like, Jason is here to be hot to Aria and be a bit of a creep who is part of the NAT club. 2B is like, Jason is here to be bros to Spencer, please forget any mention of us saying he was part of NAT, Spencer feels no need to bring that up. 

It’s very in-character of Spencer, who will want to believe in her family always, and well, Jason is family. 

Aria has a weird little convo with Jonah while the liars eavesdrop - everyone looks to Spencer for the money, but her bank account has been locked since they all got arrested in the midseason finale

Maya shows up to the swim team party prep very sad because her parents found a joint in some boxes and want to send her off to True North again. Maya’s offscreen parents suck, they have fallen very far from the hippies who have tattoos for their wedding rings.

While I do find it cute that Ashley and Hanna are so down to host a party for Emily’s team, at least until they get dragged into the police station, again I have questions about the timeline. Emily was off the team till a week ago, why is she hosting. Do they not normally have celebration parties and this is Emily’s desparate attempt to feel like part of the team, and that is why Ashley is icing store-bought cookies like a knockoff Pam Fields

JK JK Pam Fields does not want a bunch of teenagers in her house, she would not do this.  

Wilden, as the one cop in Rosewood who likes digging for evidence, no matter how inappropriately, has actually consulted the hospital cameras and realized the girls went into the morgue. He of course drags only Hanna and Ashley in because he likes a power play. 

Spencer confronts her dad. It’s very Spencer to only confront her dad about the cheating once it ties into the mystery. We learn that the Dilaurentis’s moved away to Atlanta when Jessica was pregnant with Jason, and moved right next door when Spencer was 5 years old. That’s about ~11 years away? Weird-ass behaviour.

At the swim team party, the team is...watching a recording of the meet they just competed in? Sure.  

Emily comments that Paige was like a rocket coming off the platform, and it’s Hanna who has to point out to Emily that Maya is clearly bummed out over in the corner. Good job, Hanna.

Emily is not a particularly great girlfriend in this moment, she would like to go back to the :D :D :D energy of the party

The Spanna CTRL-A scene...I love it....Hanna asks Spencer if she can hack and Spencer is like that’s what Caleb is for and you can tell this is just how Caleb is categorized in Spencer’s mind: Hanna’s bf who can hack shit for us

Anyway they figure it out, mystery 4-digit code and all, and it’s fun to me that it’s specifically Hanna and Spencer who save Caleb here. 

Spencer makes a point of saying Caleb’s password is almost as complicated as her own.

Emily finds Maya smoking weed outside and I have at least two ??? comments about this scene

The first is Maya saying “No more about the teammates” -  I know there was supposed to be some kind of Maya-Paige confrontation this episode that fell through because of scheduling. 

I keep trying to reverse-engineer it given Maya’s bizarre comment here and Paige’s even more bizarre comments in the next episode and coming up empty. Like, I can’t tell to what degree the bizarreness is because they are setting up plot/mystery stuff for next season, versus insufficiently replacing that scene. 

In canon as it stands, is Paige even at this party? Maybe if she only heard the last bit of this patio conversation that would explain her opinion of Maya next episode lmao.

Okay, my second ??? comment is that Emily reacts to Maya lighting a joint like she walked in on Maya shooting up heroin. It’s very weird the way the show frames this as some kind of betrayal, when Emily literally smoked with Maya in the pilot + even Maya at her worst here does not appear to be the type of stoner who has it disrupting the rest of her life. 

The biggest problems Maya has are her parents’ overreactions and whichever creeper’s texting her nonstop

Anyway, Maya decides to run away to SF, does the obligatory asking Emily to leave with her, Emily is not down, Maya sprints off into the night as one does from the Marin patio

In this final Emily/Maya episode, they do not even hug or kiss. Another unfun fact.

Lol when Ashley walks into the party from the station you see her visibly decide she is not in the mood for any of this teenage bullshit and that all of this is Hanna’s problem now

The sad deflated shark as Emily is calling Maya at the end of the episode....the real MVP of the Sharks to me