#hari actually draws

[sneedlier]

Me if you even care 😕,,, do you even care??

[moron-hassaikai-and-more]

Tengai: you ever start doing something in the morning, like, 7 o’clock in the morning, then five minutes later you’re almost done with it, and you just think “wow I did that really fast” then you look up and it’s dark outside, and you check the clock and it’s 11 in the evening? Everyone does that, right?

Chrono: no. That’s not normal. That’s a hyper fixation. That’s autism. You’re autistic.

[haunting-hari]

low quality img of me but. whatever

[unwelcomecorporation]

BEHOLD

THE MOSS SILLY

[spadesolace]

your guide to the y/n's in every newjeans fics

what is love! minyn: playlist

name: son y/n jangmi

age: 20

what their partner call them: baby / babe / babie

what they call their partner: darling

personality: quite the simp and a goofball but is working hard for her future (minji is in it, of course). very observant and quite the creative person when it comes to thinking of gifts for minji. aside from that, she is still head over heels for her girlfriend of 3 years.

likes: coffee, parks, reading (case studies most of the time), korean rnb, aquariums (has a collection of aquatic animal plushies in their shared apartment), and of course (loves) minji.

dislikes: people who don’t know their place “could you really blame me? have you seen minji?” and matcha.

who fell first? "me, but i waited until i was sure minji liked me back."

drag me down! hanyn: playlist

name: park y/n hari

age: 19

what their partner call them: loser / park

what they call their partner: nerd / pham

personality: the most reserved introvert there is, she has socials but little information can be taken there. is actually a nerd but won’t admit that to hanni. lowkey lazy when it comes to classes but somehow manages to stay on her top spot (if she wanted to, she would have beaten hanni long ago). is actually a big softie esp when it comes to her little sister (and hanni).

likes: iced americano “you’re really going to die early from that” “shut it, pham”, baked goods, anime (has an entire collection), lego, video games, reading, and hanni.

dislikes: liars and flying cockroaches.

who fell first? "not quite sure... pham never disclosed when she first realized that she likes me."

love you twice! haeyn: playlist

name: lee y/n

age: 17

what their partner call them: y/nn

what they call their partner: hae

personality: lowkey has anger issues that she let’s out on any physical activity (she’s lowkey muscular), but really is a golden retriever who overthinks a lot. quite protective and quiet in front of everyone except for haerin and hyein which shows how chaotic she truly is. if haerin is an introvert, she's a lowkey introvert but doesn't show it that much.

likes: going outside, playing sports, somewhere that won't make her feel stuck in one place, photography, making hyein laugh, but also taking care of her friends and haerin.

dislikes: cheaters. minwon specifically, also small spaces (a bit claustrophobic)

who fell first? "i think it was at the same time, i confessed first if we're going to base of that-"

midnight rain! daniyn: playlist

name: jeon y/n sol

age: 18

what their partner call them: moonlight

what they call their partner: sunshine

personality: a delinquent who loves to play the guitar and listen to music but also runs away at any sign of a problem or confrontation happening. a bit free spirited but that's what makes people either admire or despise her. you won't hear much from her as she has her headphones on most of the time. she has scary dog privileges when she goes out late at night for her date with dani. has a bunch of drawings of danielle and half of them have song lyrics as the title.

likes: drawing, writing, listening to music, her black cat that keeps her company most of the time, skateboarding, and danielle.

dislikes: confrontations, and dogs.

who fell first? "why would i tell you? ... jihye."

[celaenaeiln]

Is the Grayson run worth reading?

Oh definitely! It's one of my favorites actually.

Before going into it, I would recommend reading it through a spy lens. Dick in this comic is a spy. The authors deserve applause for drawing forward Dick's traits and putting them in a super spy context. It's one of my favorites because here you can see clearly how manipulative Dick is. He's a brilliant tactician and also has the upper hand but he does it under the guise of a carefree fool which completely deceives everyone around him.

Also the characters in it are great and well developed. It really doesn't deserve the hate it gets because it's very well done.

It shows Dick is and has the qualities of a mata hari/james bond spy king in a way that doesn't deviate from his true character.

[thoughtsandbones]

Doth thy demons dwelleth in the darkness too, my belov'd Reaper?

🚨WARNINGS: Mention of mental health illness mention, profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

I do not consent to any AI or anyone taking my work!

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

Word count: 6043K

Song inspo: Summer High - AP Dhillon, Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Club, Sinner - The Last Dinner Party, The Lara Croft: Tomb Raider Legend soundtrack.

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

MASTERLIST

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15 I, PART 15 II and PART 16

Part 17

The tiny specs of dust floated amongst the surrounding atmosphere, highlighted in the beams of sunlight that penetrated your room. A few settled down on the frame still clutched in your hand, the gold frame sparkled from the light as you tilted it, staring deeper into the image of Simon. That mole on his jugular kept drawing you in, beneath the skin, the vein you thought for the past 13 years had been burnt to ash was actually flowing steadily. The deep crimson blood slithers from his brain back to his heart after all.

Could it honestly be that Ghost is Simon Riley... or Simon is Ghost... One in the same. You thought to yourself, you get up lay down on your bed, the framed photo at the tip of your round nose.

Time stood still for what felt like hours.

It would make total sense, he knew your old name. You recall the day you first met, when he said that name. The inscription of the former shell you shed. That person who you haven't been able to come to terms with. Unable to reclaim the innocence of not knowing the cruelty of mankind. The lust for war over land, oil, weapons or whatever it is people fight for nowadays...Unwilling to let go that guard you have down.

That mole drew you in again, displayed on the only available photo you have of him.

Did everyone else know...? Surely. Perhaps not... A supposed dead man displayed by a skull face was filled with irony. You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Simon's smug face startling new and old people with this faux relic of his former self.

Checking your watch, you realise you spent perhaps too long wondering about the past. No time like the present to find out the answers to the questions that flushed through your synapses.

Gathering your selected files and papers, placing the gold frame on top, you put the lid back on the box and slide it back to its former spot. Placing the chosen contents in a spare tote bag, swinging it over your shoulder.

Glancing around your room you look at the knick knacks laying in their places. Collecting dust and time. The gemstones you once fiddled with when looking out the window laid dormant.

Heading back down, you meet Clarissa back in her car. Once back in the passenger seat, you feel a lightness overcome you.

If Ghost really is Simon Riley, then it means he had his own reasons to hide. After what brief knowledge you of have of his supposed death, a part of you understood. Yet there was a slight annoyance growing inside of you.

Clarissa noticed you pursing your lips and frowning as you lulled your head side to side with the smooth motion of the car. After contemplating whether or not to tell you about her encounter with Gaz, the cute sleauthe, to fill the quietness.

But she was reminded of your sudden snore coming from your mouth that you were a surgeon who dealt with an extremely serious injury, and then be ridiculed by the moronic Dr Jones.

As Clarissa drove up to the gate of base she called in a favour from a new friend, Kyle Garrick, to help with getting permission to drive up to the rear of building 2 so you could get back with ease to your quarters.

Clarissa was guided back to the emergency back entrance of Building 2, you woke suddenly with the familiar sound of a large tank thundering by. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and blinked several times, trying to focus them to know your exact location.

"Go get some sleep" Clarissa said as she gazed at you as your rubbed your temple.

"Been a long day" You scoff slightly and then yawn again.

"I'm gonna talk to your Captain about Jones and get something done" Clarissa said

You had heard what she said and nodded, unable to move your jaw to let the words escape.

Exiting the car you to wave Clarissa goodbye and then make your way back up to your room. As your reach your dear you look down the corridor and see the rough outline of Ghost's door...

Taking a deep breath you open your door, the tote bag carrying the gold frame and your documents swung as you strolled into your room. Closing the door behind you, placing the tote bag on one of the hooks and then stripping off your scrubs and crawl back into bed. Gathering the strewn duvet cover from when your were first paged nearly 2 hours ago.

As you cocooned yourself your mind went back to Ghost - or Simon Riley. How 3 hours ago he was shrouded in mystery. But now... You have an idea of who he really could be...

I hope it is you Simon you plead quietly within the emptiness of your room. Your aching bones and flesh beg into sink into the mattress, sleep came quickly this evening as the heaviness of your strung out body shut down.

...

Simon took another deep inhale, his tongue became even more drier as it touched the roof of his dry mouth. Trying to moisten his mouth with saliva, he swallowed the little that came out down. He looked up and realised he had fallen asleep in the shower. The white light of the bathroom pierced his still tired eyes. Simon adjusted his body and sat up straighter, his back bracing the cold white tiles.

With his left hand he touched the now dry bandage and sighed with relief. As he got up, the wound pulsated with pain across his abdomen. Finally, he was feeling the full physical effects of the mission. Simon examined his pale naked body in the mid sized mirror.

Bruises began to appear, especially on his stomach and right shoulder. He could make out the thick red imprint of his gun strap. Brushing his fingers across his shoulder, he felt grains of sand roll against his skin. Simon resorted into having to wash himself with a damp towel and small splashes of water. All in order to avoid the bandage and the wound you stitched together from getting wet.

After feeling far more fresher, Simon wore his comfiest black joggers and socks that had a little German shepherds embroidered on the cuff. Slowly he put on a black vest and then a grey zip up hoodie, but leaving it unzipped. He laid down on his bed and took in the calm silence.

The ringing in his ears came back suddenly; tinnitus. An ever so common issue for soldiers, especially given close contact with flash grenades. Simon tried to forget the images of a bloodied Soap out of his mind, but they, along with the many demons, echoed within his mind.

Suddenly, there was a sharp rapid knock on the door, Simon knew all too well that it was Price. Gently getting up he reached for a clean skull balaclava and put it on and sliding on his trainers.

Ghost opened the door and saw Price, also showered and refreshed, not with his signature boonie.

"Alrigh' Price?" he mumbled, as he leaned against his doorframe.

"Not bad, Soap is awake" Price said, giving a slight grin, which grew as he noticed Ghost's eyes widen.

"How is he?" Ghost says grabbing his keys and moving out of his room, zipping his hoodie as Price moved out the way.

"Alive and well. You can see him, Gaz is there right now" Price said as he watched Ghost lock his door and then turned to face him.

"Let's go"

"Have a good rest?" Price asked

"Somewhat" Ghost gruffed "Can Johnny walk?" He asked

Price chuckled and gave Ghost a light pat on his shoulder

"More than that, he's dishin' out gossip to anyone who would listen" Price huffed

"Really?" Ghost said confused. Hours ago Soap was near the edge of death, and now he is gossipping.

"You have to see it for yourself" Price said

Both Price and Ghost made their way to the ICU where Soap was recovering. And recovering well Ghost assumed as he heard the sergeants laugh fill his body with ease; finally safe and alive.

Ghost approached the edge of the bed, Soap and Gaz finished their conversation before turning their attention to him. Gaz gave him a brief nod.

"Lt! You finally came!" Soap exclaimed his arms reached out, both which had ECG cables coming out him. Ghost saw the biggest grin he had ever seen coming from Soap's bruised and grazed face.

"Johnny.." Ghost mumbled

"Can yer believe that I am alive?!" Soap said, spitting out a laugh, lightly clapping his hands together "For sure thought I was dead" Soap laughed again finally resting his arms from excessive movement on his stomach.

Ghost narrowed his eyes at Soap and crossed his arms. He was acting like he had just had a small tumble and not got shot in the back.

"How's the legs?" Ghost mumbled moving closer over to Soap.

Soap gripped the blue hospital blanket, pulling it up slightly and revealing his wiggling toes. Ghost felt another wave of relief ripple through him.

"Alright Soap, put your stinkers away" Gaz said poking at Soap's feet with his charts that he was looking through earlier.

"Pfft, wanna gimme a sponge bath Gaz?" Soap grinned at Gaz who looked back him disgustingly at the thought.

"Come off it Johnny" Ghost said shaking his head at Soap.

"I was only jokin' Lt!" Soap chuckled

Ghost took in Soap's face and the shared moment of relief and serenity with Price and Gaz. The team was safe, wounded and shocked in places but back in familiar territory.

Gaz sat back down and continued to chat about who would give Soap a sponge bath, asking Price how much or what would it take... Price huffed and said something along the lines of not even if my right leg was blown off.

The conversations between the three faded as Ghost grabbed a chair and sat down, observing his comrades.

"Hey Lt, you hear about Doc?" Soap said, turning his attention to him

"Eh?" Ghost grunted looking up at Johnny with narrowed eyes

"Well, I was laying here, recovering, just woke up from the coma" He starts

'Wasn't a coma mate" Gaz said, Soap ignored him

"I hear a conversation slowly drift into my ears as I lay here recoverin'" Soap continued

"Ah he's telling the long version" Gaz interrupted and quickly went silent as Soap shot him an evil look.

"That Jones fella apparently paged Doc 999 - ICU.. Bless her soul, she must've thought I was dyin' again" Soap said sympathetically towards Ghost, whose eyes were still narrowed at him.

"Runs down here, and Doc notices my intubattery is out"

"Intubation tube" Gaz corrected stifling a laugh with his hand.

"Spit out the short version Johnny, I ain't got all day listenin' to fairy tales" He said sighing

"Pfft thought yer'd be nicer to be me since I am recoverin'" Soap spitted, point to his back.

"Basically, Jones paged Hari on the basis of doing an unauthorised surgery and said to show him her qualifications" Gaz summarised

"Oi, I was tellin' a story here!" Soap shouted, and flung a piece of apple at Gaz from his tray.

"Cut it out Soap" Price said and Soap promptly had a guilty look on his face.

"Wait, what?" Ghost said, straightening up in the chair

"Jones think she committed medical fraud" Price said

"But she saved 'im" Ghost said, throwing his hand out to Johnny

"Aye she did, oh forgot to mention the part Jones said she went psychotic at Foxham"

"Soap.." Price said sternly

"I didn't say anthin'" Soap exclaimed

"You say a lot shit Johnny" Ghost said "What you mean psychotic?" He added

"She apparently had a mental-" Soap started

"Alright, that's enough" Price stepped in "It's all been sorted" he added

"Is she leavin'?" Ghost asked, worry began to tremble through him.

What if you left before he could tell you who he was?

"No, she's staying." Price said

"Good" Ghost said aloud, then realised he said that aloud.

"Takin' a likin' to her ey Lt?" Soap said, giving him a mischievous grin.

Ghost looked away from Soap, he could feel his cheeks and neck getting hot.

"Not the only one" Gaz said, leaning back in his chair looking at Ghost and Soap with a grin. Both looked at eachother.

"I said she was pretty, I'm not in love with her" Soap shouted back at Gaz

As Gaz continued to tease Soap, Ghost got up and put the chair back

"You going?" Price asked

"Yeah" Ghost said moving closer to Price "Might see Doc, see if she's alrigh'?" He added

"She's knocked out at the moment, give her a till tomorrow" Price said and Ghost nodded.

"You goin-" Price started

"Give me 5 days." Ghost said looking straight at Price, who nodded and smiled, he gave him a light pat on the shoulder and let him go.

During the walk back to his room, Ghost made a promise to himself, to you.. 5 days, Ghost checked his watched, it was the 8th of October, 5 days would make it October 13th... He soon realised what day that was; the day The Captain died.

...

Finally after a good sleep, you were feeling slightly better. Yet the inner itch of anxiety trickled down your nerves anytime you heard the words Jones said to you...

"Heard you went psychotic whilst on shift."

Everytime that sentenced pierced your grey matter, your body shuddered, an attempt to rid the thought.

The hot droplets of water scattered across your naked body, taking your bamboo loofah, scrubbing your apple soap, creating a nice lather. You watch the bubbles accumulate as you scrub clean the sweat, the gunk trapped in crevices and bringing new life to the skin.

The fresh apple scent uplifted you, in combination with the hot shower, you felt like you could melt away...

But the oncoming thoughts of the revelation made the previous day flooded your thoughts.

Why would he take so damn long? You thought as you scrubbed over your knee and then down your calf.

But in your mind, you reasoned with yourself.. If you had been betrayed and then supposedly burnt alive you would keep that a secret. Anonymity was literally his name. Ghost

There... But not there really.

Getting out the shower, the cold morning breeze drifted into the bathroom, hitting your fresh skin.

After getting ready you made your way to the mess hall. As you locked the door, you gazed down the corridor to Ghost's room. Checking your watch it was 9:36 am, he would most likely be doing paperwork or something...

Heading down to the mess hall, it was there in the near empty hall you saw Ghost sitting alone on a lunch bench, a cup in front of him. As you both locked eyes, your mouth instantly curved into the biggest grin as you stared at the man hiding beneath the mask.

Your mischievous big grin made Ghost wary of you suddenly as he saw you walk in the mess hall, grabbing breakfast.

Something is up he thought to himself

Watching as you grabbed some breakfast, he kept his eyes on you until you sat right in front of him.

"Morning Lieutenant" You said, trying to not say Simon... Another grin appears.

"Mornin' Doc" He said, puzzled still by your big grin.

He watched as you slowly tilted your head to the side, strands your long brown hair falling too, as if you were analysing his inner workings. Trying to figure him out

"Is it your turn now doin' the starin'?" Ghost huffed, folding his arms

"Hmm perhaps" You replied

Ghost grumbled and looked down at his near empty tea in his mug.

"How's your injury?" You added as he remained silent, now it was his turn to stare at you.

"Fine. Better" He said.

"Good" You said, sucking in some air. You could feel some tension rising between you.

"Heard about Jones" He said, breaking the silence

You look at him, shocked at the bluntness.

"How did you-" You started

"Soap" Ghost said

"Soap?" You questioned "He's awake?!" You exclaimed

"Yeah, he's all good, you did a great job" He said, his eyes softened as he met your curious brown eyes.

"Good..." You say, taking a sip of coffee "What did he say about Jones?"

"Something happened at your old hospital" Ghost said, studying your face for any reaction.

"Yes..." You whispered, dreading the conversation that will follow.

Ghost took a deep breathe in.

"Tomorrow, we need to resume trainin'. Assume you've been doin' some since we've been away" He said changing the subject.

Shocked that he wasn't going to question you, you smiled briefly at him.

"Yeah, definitely, and yes, been training with the martial arts team on base too" You replied

"We shall see how well you can spar tomorrow" Ghost said.

He picked up his mug and said his goodbyes. He knew not to pressure you into giving him information he desperately wanted to know.

Within your own darkness, you seem to be hidin' your own demons too Ghost thought as he walked out.

...

It had only been a 3 days since Ghost, aka Simon Riley, had his deep wound stitched up, and yet he was persistent on picking back up the training, especially hand to hand combat training.

It was no surprise, the Simon you remember was proficient in unarmed combat. Now added with his Ghost persona, daunting others in his stride.

Each time you greeted each other in front of the training room he booked out, you'd ask him how he was.

"Alrigh'" He gruffed

That was his usual response. You didn't want to annoy him any further so you bit your tongue.

Finally, on the fourth day of training, you pinched a nerve with Ghost when you kept repeatedly asking if he was okay and if his wound be able to handle a beating or two.

"So far, I've overthrown you... 7 out of 8 times past three days" He snapped at you, blue eyes narrowed at you.

"Pretty sure it's 6" You replied bluntly as you recall the time you were jumping repeatedly to try and pull him over.

"7" Ghost retorted crossing his arms and stepping closer to you

"You are twice the mass of any normal combatant" You say rolling your eyes edging over to the mat.

"Well if you could knock me over, then it'd be easier knocking normal people" Ghost said following you onto the mat, and got into his ready position as you did the same.

He watched as your face changed, the fire suddenly lit behind the eyes as you narrowed your eyebrows. Waiting for your move, because he knew you would lunge first with a kick. And you did, he used his right arm to swat it away as if the oncoming kick was a fly. He took in satisfaction from your frustration at his easy block.

"Too predictable" Ghost muttered as he circled you slowly.

Taking a deep inhale you let out a deep sigh

"I don't have the upper body strength to take you down" You hurled back at him

"Just try it" He calmly said

Pulling your arms closer to your chest and face, jolting forward and giving a right punch. Ghost dodges.

Ghost decides to up the game and throws a punch, you duck and attempt to trip him with your legs again. He sighs and raises his leg in an attempt to kick you but you block with your right arm and side of the body, with your left arm you grab his thigh but Ghost quickly uses his upper arm to push you back - you stumble with the amount of force he put with such ease.

"Good attempt" He groaned as he stretched his neck and arms. where the muscles laid too defined under his scarred pale skin.

Meanwhile you were panting for air like anything. Walking off the mats you grab your flask and take a quick swig from it. The water replenishes the dryness of your mouth.

"Ready for another round?" Ghost asks, and you swear you heard a glimmer of laughter

Turning around placing the flask down in its own spot, wiping away droplets of water from the edge of your mouth, walking back up to the mats and face Ghost, getting back in your stance.

Lunging first again, you manage to hit Ghost and block one of his oncoming punches. Using his thigh as a stool, you jump up and twist round to his back and wrap your legs around his shoulders hooking your feet against his lower back, trying to use your core to tip him over, but you just ended spinning yourself to his front, feeling you slip, Ghost instinctively grabbed hold of your waist, keeping you from falling and snapping your neck.

"Ain't ya gonna listen to me and not use your legs?" He said gruffly

A small groan come out from your mouth.

His calloused fingers of his right hand grazed the brown skin beyond the edge of the joggers you wore. His grip around your hips tightened as he felt you relaxing your upper body, yet the grip with your legs over his shoulders remained.

He heard you panting slightly as you hung below him. Your tank top rose, unveiling more of the warm smooth brown skin. Like magnets, his eyes took in the vulnerability of your position as you hung casually.

You're gonna pounce he thought, planting himself and engaging his core, his wound although padded and nearly healed (Ghost thought) throbbed dully.

Yet you lay still. Ghost peered down at you again, his eyes laid on your breasts, between them he quickly looked at your chin and then the edge of your round nose. For a moment, he let himself glance at your breasts and then trailed up from your ribs to the protruding skin, a bronze glow as a beam of light bathed that region... Within his chest a ripple formed that gave him ease. His eyes wandered back up to the legs wrapped around his shoulders.

Taking your vulnerability to his advantage; Ghost grabs you right arm with his left and pulls you up and then over him. He heard you yell in disbelief as you were flung over him.

His right hand was no longer securely on your waist but now grasping your right inner thigh, making you lose grip over his shoulder.

Falling on your back you groaned with growing agitation as he threw you down.

"Was that necessary?" You groaned

"I ain't a damn tree" He snapped back, surveying you as you sat crossed legged down on the mat. The black tank top was perfectly fitted, showing your toned arms as you leant back. Ghost looked away and turned his back slightly

"Built like one" You muttered to yourself quietly and get back up up, rubbing your sore back and shoulder.

"Look, come here" Ghost said, rubbing his the skin underneath his mask, then motioned with his hand.

You came closer, and he took hold of your right arm gently.

"Form a fist" He said still holding your arm as you tightened the muscles lying beneath the skin.

"Good" Ghost said, and you looked up at into eyes blue eyes. Simon's blue eyes. As your eyes meet you feel a sharp zing bolt across you, quickly glancing back down to your fist, the feeling spread down to where he held your arm.

"Now, hit me with your upper arm-" He began and proceeded to move that part closer to your body "close like this" he added, and look down at you, meeting your eyes once again.

"'Kay" You sighed, engaging your core.

"Use your arms this time" Ghost repeated and gave a nod for you to go ahead.

You aim for Ghost's chest, he dodges, you attempt again to hit him with your left hand and you hit his chiseled torso.

"Good" he said "Block and defen' now" he added, and he lunged forward suddenly, delivering quick and sharp punches.

You block two, and then grab his right arm, and attempt to hurl him over, but due to his large size he remained where stood.

Thrusting your backside into him to try and get a bit of momentum, but he stood still.

Ghost felt slightly awkward as you kept getting close to his front, he felt your back, especially your bum, hitting his cock. He took a step back and turned his waist to the side, yet you followed his move in attempt to try and bring him down. With his left hand, he wrapped around your waist and lifted you up over his head.

"Not again!" You yelled as Ghost you mid air. He chuckled slightly as he brought you down but you swung your left leg around the back of his waist to try and swivel yourself out of his hold.

"Stop!" He yelled as he lost his balance and you let go of his waist with your leg, but still held onto his right arm. The sudden change in weight and momentum made Ghost fall right on top of you. Your face slammed into the mat, and lips making contact with the grit on the mat, saliva sputtered out as you groaned with annoyance and tiredness.

Ghost lifted himself off of you, he noticed your bare shoulders, as your tank top had a strap in the middle, exposing the tattoo he saw briefly one time on your left shoulder.

As you panted on the mat, Ghost stood on one knee over you and examined the different four flowers coming out of what looked like a skull. He gazed at the black monochromatic skull; an odd reflection of the skull he wore over his own.

He moved back and up, watching as your back muscles flexing as you pushed yourself up from the mat.

"Last round?" You say, wiping your hands together to get rid of the grit from the mats.

"Until you knock me over then it'll be the last roun'" He said, standing in the centre of the mat. Stretching his arms over his head and gazing back at you.

You meet his blue eyes again. Part of you so badly wanted to run up, jump and take his mask off and be huzzah! But that would be a total invasion of personal space and you figured he'd just toss you back to the ground as soon as you made any move.

Best bet is to keep on the defensive mode... Wait for him to strike

After about a minute of circling one another, Ghost struck first, punches that struck you on the side, yet you began to dodge them, delivering punches in return.

"Finally" Ghost said aloud, as he looked at your delivery of punches, few which he blocked and few a he took. He looked deep into your brown eyes, full of focus and determination.

Throwing more punches, blocking and then attacking.

"Good" Ghost said again and he swung out his right leg, doing a high kick and you block it and try to toss him over. It didn't work. Instead you let go his leg, and he swiveled trying to kick you again, you blocked and then remembered a move... A sudden rush of adrenaline charged through your blood.

With his back turned, it was then with your right leg that as you quickly crouched, hooking it around Ghost's left leg causing him to stumble, allowing you the edge to push his back with your left hand.

As Ghost fell forward he felt your hand grip his right ankle flipping him over like a pancake onto his back. Before he could fight back, you lunged on top of him, pinning his left arm with your right leg and your right hand near his throat. Your left knee was placed just on his hip, just the right amount of pressure to prevent him from getting up.

It was one of his signature moves. The surprise attack he would often use from behind.

How could you.. But then he remembered... Simon...

Him

You learnt it from him.

You kept him pinned down in the same position, forcing your entire weight on the points you held him down by. Boring your eyes into his. You could see the remaining black painting creased as he squinted his eyes at you.

"Gonna get off me?" He growled, hoping that would intimidate you.

Yet you persisted. Keeping the same stern look you stared at him. Tightening the grip you had on his right arm.

Annoyance began to grow in Ghost. But then he figured if you knew, then this was the consequences of his own making.

Your fingers were splayed against his throat covered by his skull balaclava. There was a terrible temptation to how badly you wanted to slide your fingers underneath, revealing the mole on his skin that covered his jugular.

What colour was it?

Smooth and circular or rough like potato. What shape is the mole?

As you thought of the mole, your grip began to tighten slightly on Ghost's throat.

Ghost felt his anxiety building inside as she tightened her grip on his throat.

How could I be so fuckin' stupid Ghost thought to himself, he pushed himself up but you were exerting all your strength into keeping him where he is.

"Do you know?" he croaked

"I know a lot of things, to which are you referring to?" You retorted

"Hmm" Ghost groaned, he shifted again under you, yet you remained.

"The day we first met.." You started, thinking carefully of the way you were wording your thoughts. Ghost eyes widened, becoming more attentive.

"Go on.." He said

"You said my old name, how did you know?" You asked, eyes narrowing at Ghost, hoping to catch him

"Looked through a file" Ghost lied quickly. Unable to bring himself to tell the truth.

You smirked, eyes narrowing further.

"Nah, pretty sure the Captain redacted my name"

Ghost drew all of his strength, he managed to get his right leg up and with his knee shifted his weight so that you stumbled off of him as he turned over.

"What you gettin' at?" He said getting up off the mat, lending out his right hand to help you up. You take it, and Ghost helps pull you up.

You know.. Ghost thought to himself as he watched you study his face

"I think I know who you are.." You whispered

Ghost felt a cold tinge begin within him, he crossed his arms over his chest, partly to stop his shaking hands being in view.

"Who am I?" He asked, stepping a bit closer to you

You take a deep breath.

"Simon Riley"

At the moment, Ghost's entire body went cold. What felt like an electric shock bolted in his body.

He was lost for words.

"What makes you think that?" He asked

"You have a mole on your neck, and Simon also had a mole" You stated, wanting to be done with the mind games and for him to take his mask off.

"Had?" Simon asked "Must mean he's dead"

"Supposedly dead" You said slyly.

"How'd you know this Simon had a mole?" Ghost asked, fully relishing in the moment of teasing you. He could sense the gears working overtime in your brain.

"I have a photo" You snapped "And I'll show it to you" You said, walking off the mats.

You were tired of the running around the questions. Answers were needed. As you looked behind you, Ghost began to follow your footsteps as you lead the way.

...

Ghost followed you into your room and closed the door behind you.

You pulled out the gold from that had the photo of the five soldiers, staring at it one last time before handing it over to Ghost.

Looking down at the image in the frame, Ghost recognised the Captain, you and a younger version of himself.

There he was. Simon Riley, before the betrayal, before the chaos and when he had a family. When he had a life outside the military.

Ghost looked up at you, your face still had the same stern look, he could tell that you wished it was the same Simon under this mask, the same Simon that was in the framed photo.

Standing in front of Ghost, he was leant back against the wall. The foreboding skull face whose eyes still protruded glared at you. Every now and then those blue eyes blink, replenishing the moisture of his lense covered in black paint ridden skin.

"I thought you were bacon"

"Bacon?" Ghost said in surprise

You tilt your head up, and watch as Ghost - no Simon - cock his head to the side, taking in an inhale as he shifts his weight about.

"Fried to a crisp" You muttered

"That ain't bacon love" He retaliated

You mouth curved when he said love... A cold pleasant feeling rippled through you.

"Is it you?" You ask, voice-breaking slightly, you could feel your eyes beginning ot sting as tears formed.

Ghost sighed, he placed the golden frame upright onto the set of drawers near him. He reached with his slightly trembling fingers, grasping the edge of his mask and took it off.

Your heart skipped a bit, mouth opening wide as the person finally revealed was alive.

"Simon" You murmured, stepping closer to him. It wasn't the same Simon in the photo. His blonde hair was not so blonde, dirtier blond-brown, and was messy and long on the sides. His jaw was covered in stubble, and as you stepped closer your could see scars scattered over his face; one over his nose that ran near his left eye, another across his cheek. His eyes looked tired, but the black paint didn't help.

Taking in every detail, you scan his face. Your mouth curved as you savoured this precious moment. Unable to stop the tears and the tightness in your chest as you got close to him. Simon.

Simon watched as the tears that fell from your eyes finally trickled down your cheek, dropping down to the floor that held them both in this moment of silence. He reached out for your hand and pulled you closer to him.

He took in your sorrow, guilt riddled him like an aching virus. He brought his hands up, his fingers tracing the bronze skin that glowed in the candlelight, trailing his forefinger and thumb against your skin, taking in the softness. Simon sighed and bowed his head slightly, he looked up and saw more tears coming from your eyes, wiping them away with his thumb. The rough palms grasped the nape of your neck, lulling your head back as he weaved his fingers through your brown hair. Simon gazed back, and closed his eyes placing his forehead against yours, his cold sharp nose tip pressing into your round nose.

"Ru" He whispered finally, his eyes still closed, yet he felt your wet lashes flicker against his.

"Simon" You croaked, and sighed deeply into him, Simon felt you relax and pulled in close to him, wrapping his warm strong arms tighter around you. Taking in the comfort as you melted into him.

Each inhale brought in a mix of cinnamon, musk, cigarettes and sweat. A perfect elixir that soothed your melancholy.

"Didn't mean to take so long" Simon gruffed

"I knew something was up" You said, sniffling as you pulled away, wiping the tears away with your wrist. Looking up at Simon, who still held you close to him.

"I just needed time" Simon said, his forehead touched yours has he took another inhale, a weight finally lifted off him.

Reaching around his waist, you wrap your arms tight.

"You took your time, then I took the shot" You said chuckling slightly into him. His grip on you tightened and you could feel him laugh a little too.

As Simon held you in his embrace, thankful that you were not mad, he finally felt his inner demons quell within the darkness that had put a hold on him for far too long.

[rararazaquato]

TAKING COMMISSIONS BUT GOOD THIS TIME

its the mother freakin holiday season and i'm taking commissions! my computer repair has been done for a while, but i still spent a metric fuckton of money to do it, and i'm taking commissions to recuperate that. and this time, because the computer is functioning, i can also do commissions DIGITALLY! meaning they'll actually LOOK GOOD!!! prices and details below :3

DM ME IF INTERESTED AND WE CAN WORK OUT PAYMENT FROM THERE! i take venmo, paypal, or zelle.

THINGS I WILL DRAW

- fictional characters

- original characters

- furries/anthros

- normal animals

THINGS I WILL DRAW WITH CAVEATS:

- nsfw (50% price increase + there are some things i'm not comfortable with. if you aren't sure, just ask! no judgement here.)

- mecha (50% price increase and also it might not look great. sorry.)

- gore (some things i'm not comfortable with, just ask)

THINGS I WILL NOT DRAW:

- real people (youtuber personas and characters played by physical actors will be decided on a case-by-case basis)

- anything intended to incite hate

- hary poter

- eroguro (no hate to those into that, just not my thing)

if you aren't sure if i'll draw what you're asking for, just ask! no worries!!!

PRICES:

physical doodle (lined paper): $2

physical doodle (unlined paper): $4

digital lineart: $15

digital with color: $20

digital Weird Experimental Stuff: $20

digital with shading: $30

animated gif: $40 + an apology to my computer for making it run microsoft clipchamp (it hates microsoft clipchamp)

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Zakuro S5Ch6 Reward 5* Card Story

chapter 1 -starless office-

aogiri: Maybe I should gather this part together more...

-zakuro enters room-

-cg

zakuro: My apologies for interrupting your work. I have a message from Mokuren to pass on to you.

aogiri: Could it be it's time for us to switch out in rehearsals?

zakuro: Indeed, Indeed. Flawless assumption. In regards to you and your costumes alike our leader truly is exposing their demon-like tendencies.

aogiri: Frightening, isn't it?

zakuro: My my, you appear so unbothered. Are you this composed whilst face to face with a demon general? From my standpoint this is no laughing matter however. If you don't hurry along you may end up receiving one mighty kick.

aogiri: I understand, I'd just like to sew here for a little bit longer.

zakuro: I see, I see. Such a kind and humble working manner. To the point I feel even I could let out a sigh of admiration. It's no wonder you bring Mokuren's domineering nature forth.

aogiri: What do you mean...?

zakuro: Seeing you now, if this is your true self then it makes the form you take when you stand upon the stage seem fake. You’ve even ended up in a versus with me, it's as if you've been swept into a whirlwind the moment you arrived here.

aogiri: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't shocked at these developments. Has Starless always been this kind of place?

zakuro: Indeed, Indeed.

aogiri: Although it was in accordance with our leader's wishes, for me who had just joined as an understudy to participate in a versus... I must admit it was quite discourteous of me.

zakuro: Oh no, don’t worry about it, I have no intentions to object what has already been decided. All I must do is sing in the same tune, rhythm and melody as per usual—

-zakuro looks serious-

zakuro: ...Hm.

aogiri: Is something the matter?

zakuro: ...How mysterious, I do not know the source of this feeling. 'Something' is trying to surface itself in my heart however it's as if a dam is blocking it...

-zakuro leaves-

aogiri: ...Perhaps he wasn't feeling well. Well then, I should get going too.

—end

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chapter 2 -break room-

kasumi: I've gotten used to this new costume~

aogiri: When you're actually on stage performing is it comfortable?

mokuren: I don't have any complaints.

qu: I think they're perfect.

aogiri: I'm relieved to hear that. The company that Starless commissions to make their outfits is of excellent quality. They brought my vision to life fully. They provided advice about the costume’s specifications based on my drawings... I've learnt a whole lot. Thanks to their help I think I have managed to produce something that I am satisfied with. If any issues in your ability to move in them arise, please let me know right away. I'll fix them up.

qu: Sure thing.

hari: By the way, it may be strange to ask this now but, how many of Starless' shows have you seen, Aogiri?

aogiri: Ah, regrettably I hadn’t seen any before I arrived here.

kasumi: Huh? Are you kidding? You seem to know so much about Starless I thought for sure you'd seen a whole bunch.

hari: I had thought the same. You understood the brief for the test immediately so I figured that must be the case...

aogiri: It must be thanks to the fact I was given old materials to study. I looked at the costumes of course, as well as all of the available videos of past performances.

kasumi: I see~

aogiri: I have no plans to design such important costumes without any previous knowledge or context.

qu: Still, having to review materials, design and also train in such a short time frame must've been really tough.

aogiri: Well... If I were to make an honest confession, it was a ton of fun. To the point I forgot it was even a job.

kasumi: Resilient, isn't he~

hari: Yes, I think he's very strong mentally.

qu: Are you sure you two should be saying that?

mokuren: Pour that concentration of yours into the stage next. I will not forgive any slacking.

aogiri: Yes, of course.

—end

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chapter 3 -rehearsal room-

zakuro: —♪ (singing drowning butterfly)

-mokuren enters room-

mokuren: ...What's on your mind?

zakuro: My my, asking me that the moment I looked your way. As you can see I am putting my heart into singing.

mokuren: Your singing is different this time compared to before.

zakuro: What a strange thing to say. To sing each song the same way without the slightest difference. An eternal copy made possible by being an empty shell. I am fully aware that is what you wish of me.

mokuren: This nonsense again? When you said that same thing last time you put the blame on me. However I won't be fooled this time.

zakuro: Oh...?

mokuren: You can sense it too, can’t you?

zakuro: So... Are you trying to tell me that my singing is unsatisfactory?

mokuren: Wrong. What's changed this time is you yourself. I'm telling you to realise that and accept it.

zakuro: Your words keep growing more and more mysterious. Provide the songs as necessary, no more, no less. I wouldn't think someone like you who wishes for that would allow me to change.

mokuren: I'm not saying you shouldn't change. Rather, because of this I've been able to put more passion into my dance each time we've performed.

zakuro: Hm... I'm at a loss for words.

-time pass, street, evening-

zakuro: Oh my, could it be a little bird that I see over there?

-he walks up to saki-

saki: Hello, Zakuro-san. Good work today.

zakuro: Running into you here must be the work of fate. If I may, there is something I'd like to ask you. How does my singing voice sound to your ears?

saki: You mean in todays show? You sounded wonderful.

zakuro: I see, I see. And would you say it was different to how I've been singing up until now?

saki: Hm...?

zakuro: If my singing has changed compared to how it was before then... I wanted to know how I looked in your eyes.

saki: Even if it was slightly different like you're saying, I still thought that it was wonderful.

zakuro: (gasp) ...My oh my. It feels as if a dim flame has taken alight within my chest. You truly are my little bird of destiny. Allow me to make you a promise right here. I promise that with this voice of mine I shall claim victory for you.

—end

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chapter 4 -outside the front of starless, night-

zakuro: My oh my, little bird of destiny. What a lovely place to run into you.

saki: Hello, Zakuro-san.

zakuro: It appears you're about to make your way home, however if you have the time, would you like to take a stroll with me? I will not delay you for long of course.

saki: Sure.

-time pass-

-picture of the night sky-

zakuro: Oh my, the sky tonight is even clearer than yesterday. You can even see the most distant of stars softly twinkling.

saki: It's so pretty isn't it.

saki: (Zakuro-san seems to be in a good mood today. It’s probably because he's happy he won the versus, right?)

-park, night-

zakuro: Oh my, it feels as though your innocent eyes are looking right through me. Is something on your mind?

saki: No, it's just... Congratulations again, Zakuro-san.

zakuro: Hm...? Ohh, I see, I see. You must be saying that because of the result of the versus, yes?

saki: (Huh...?)

zakuro: Thank you for your kind words. There is no greater honour than receiving congratulations from you. This victory was thanks to your support, allow me to express my gratitude to you once more.

saki: Oh no, I didn't do much... But, if I was helpful then I'm glad.

zakuro: In saying that, I am very sorry for having caused you any unnecessary worry during this versus.

saki: It's ok...

zakuro: Please be at ease. Because from here on out I shall not cause your heart anymore worry. I will carry out what it is that I must do.

saki: Um... Well, I'll keep supporting you then.

zakuro: Indeed, indeed. I shall make a vow to you too. That I will get them back no matter what. Both mine and your true starlight, that is.

—end

[waheelawhisperer]

What are some "Horny on main" F/GO Servant designs that don't really bother you, and why?

This is actually kind of a difficult question to answer for a couple of reasons: first, I don't really pay attention to FGO anymore, and second because there are just so many FGO Servant designs and so many of them are so horny that it's kind of hard to narrow it down. For the purposes of this question, I'll be ignoring stuff like Scathach/Medusa/the majority of the swimsuit Servants that are just "attractive woman (or occasionally man) in clothes sexier than a burlap sack" and focusing on the designs that are horny horny.

Barghest: The guy drawing Barghest knew exactly what he wanted and set out to make it happen and it rules, except for the part where he forgot to give her the arms she deserves

Queen Medb (more in terms of personality): It's relatively true to her legend (and if anything somewhat understated)

Kiara: It's kind of her thing

Artoria Pendragon Maid Alter: Her design is hella horny but also so ridiculous it wraps back around to being funny, and the fact that it's Saber Alter just makes it infinitely better.

Francis Drake: They didn't have to give El Draque huge boobs and a titty window, but they did, and it rules.

Summer Suzuka Gozen: She's, like... damn.

Queen of Sheba: she is very fluffy and I want to touch her ears.

Irisviel: I will never not laugh at her final Ascension.

Both Koyanskayas: This woman idolizes Hugh Hefner it's so fucking funny she's such a goon

Mata Hari: I mean... she's a stripper.

Summer Musashi's design is so ridiculous I love it

Artoria Ruler was made specifically for me

Santa Samba Quetzalcoatl is so silly I can't help but love it

I love Avenger Kama and her burning bush

They did not need to go as hard as they did with Gorgon but I love them for it please choke me with your tail mommy

I will begrudgingly add Minamoto no Raikou to this list because I like her as a character and as a unit and I think the fundamental idea of her design is solid, I just wish Raita ever bothered drawing women that looked like actual people instead of blowup dolls

[margridarnauds]

Do you have a favorite musical composer or director? If so, why are they your favorite!

Tough question, but I do maintain that I do, genuinely, like Frank Wildhorn's work.

Okay -- Pretty much all the critical reviews of his stuff are 100% accurate. The man often sacrifices plot and characterization to spectacle and pop ballads, but...there's something to be said for SPECTACLE, isn't there? We're living in an age where Broadway is increasingly....un-ambitious. Which you could argue has been the case for ages now, but it's not getting *better*. I grow weary of the endless putting down of jukebox musicals; I think they're a valid art form and a valid approach to musicals, but the truth is that we DO currently have no fewer than three currently on Broadway at the moment. The age of the overblown gothic spectacle has been swept away by this sleek, modern musical that is increasingly embarrassed of the fact that it's a musical to begin with.

And...Frank Wildhorn is many things, but chief among them is EARNEST. He genuinely BELIEVES in his musicals and in romance and in love ballads and sword fights and adventure, and it shows. Yes, the time I spent with Wonderland was 2 hours of my life that I'll never get back, but STILL. He *cared* about it. He LOVES spectacle, he loves over the top stagings that draw you into the world of the musical, he loves period settings and that scratches a specific place in my id.

He also, genuinely, LOVES villain songs, and it shows. His most iconic songs are, overwhelmingly, the villain songs -- "Life after Life" from Dracula, "The Reign of Terror" from Robespierre, "I Will Prevail" from Wonderland, "Falcon in the Dive" from Scarlet Pimpernel, "Monster Inside of Me" from The Man Who Laughs, "A Story Told" from The Count of Monte Cristo, either "Hurricane" or "The Game Begins" from Death Note (depending on if you view a "villain song" as belonging to a villain or an antagonist), "You belong to me" from Carmen (though imo, Zuniga is Wildhorn's most vile and terrifying villain, yes, even in competition with Hyde), "You and I" from Svengali...the man GETS villain songs and how they work, and it means that his villains, imo, are often more charismatic and interesting than his leads (who are often, again, imo, bland self-inserts who hurt the women around them, who take it with a loving smile because they are the Madonna in the Madonna-Whore dichotomy...which could be interesting if it was explored more but is often taken for granted.)

This is especially true with his female villains which...I know we've discussed this before, but it's so GREAT to see female villains get VILLAIN SONGS. There truly aren't that many female villains in musical theatre, fewer who actually...are allowed...to be villains. It feels sometimes like, even though we've improved so MUCH even since I first started being a musical fan, about....14 years ago...there's still an expectation that women's songs in theatre should be Girl Power songs, or sad, or soft, and...that's great, but sometimes, *I* want to be the badass, powerful one. Also pretty lady step on me. Morgana from XCalibur (even though she suffers from some tragic writing in both versions of it) and Hatter from Wonderland, even though they're not EXEMPT from sexist writing decisions, ARE badass, when they're allowed to be. Likewise, Lucy from Jekyll and Hyde (again, who isn't exempt from sexist decisions) gets some of the most iconic songs from the musical. Mina from Dracula, ditto-- "Please Don't Make Me Love You". Carmen and Mata Hari (and, again, ditto for not being exempt from sexism) both have their OWN shows, and, imo, are presented in a way that tries to understand them and gives them some really strong songs that get to the heart of why they are the way they are. I'm forever in MOURNING for "If you Only Knew" from Jekyll and Hyde, since it REALLY got to the heart of Emma/Lisa's character in an interesting way (likewise for "Lisa Carew" from the concept album). "Viva" from Carmen is a great example of a woman just...enjoying life and enjoying living life, while "I Can't Go Back" from Mata Hari is a great exploration of Mata's fears, her anxiety over being dragged back into a life she's terrified of leaving behind.

The man is a middle aged straight white male composer -- fine, but also...how many composers are perfect? It's a matter of choosing what flaws you're willing to live with and which ones you aren't. Plenty of people are fine with, for example, Kunze and Levay's, and I feel like they do less but claim more re: their depictions of women. I feel like Frankhorn...does *try*, especially since marrying Wao Yoka, and I think that he does love her. I think that she's really helped him expand his repertoire and his range as far as his subject matter, and I think that his move to Japan (specifically, Takarazuka) and Korea as far as his focus is probably for the best, as it allows him to do what he wants with an audience who will actually appreciate him.

[sneedlier]

MY WORDGIRL OC HUDSON IN SCREENSHOTS RAGHHH

Also the one with Steven is a past one. They used to be colleagues also Hudson didn't have sharp teeth cause he got burned in like this radioactive fire later one

My fav one undercut w/ headcanons :3

Idk I feel like Hudson would be Wordgirl's like mentor. Like he pretends he isn't but then gives he like binders full of info about the villains. Their dynamic is kinda like Cedric's and Sofia from Sofia the 1st.Also he does know her identity (since Steven does) but is decent enough to not reveal it.

[moron-hassaikai-and-more]

☠ for Hari

👍 for Kai

🚪 for chara

(i love your art <3)

FUCK CHISAKI!! This took three attempts and I actually despise him.

I’m posting this now because I know for a fact it’s gonna take me forever to get around to the other two because I’m currently hyper focused on crochet and Setsuno, not drawing nor Hari or chara (the last one genuinely surprises me) and I want to give the Hassaikai fandom some food so here.

[haridraws]

Hi Hari, first of all I love Finding Home! I started reading a month ago, couldn't wait for the final pages, bought the pdf, and after I finished that I immediately started again from the beginning. Thank you for writing such a beautiful comic! I'm really excited for your next projects.

I also have a question - do you think Chepi misses the forests?

THANK YOU!! also sorry I left this in my askbox for a bit because I wanted to draw a picture but have now admitted defeat because I'm actually too ill

I feel like he’s still surrounded by nature so it’s not so bad, but maybe he does miss the forest sometimes... probably they go on yearly trips.

MAYBE HE CULTIVATES HIS OWN ECOSYSTEM or it just develops around him because he’s flourishing??? I like the idea of a forest slowly spreading from the top of that hill and still being there long after he's gone.

[somebirdortheother]

I think I would've enjoyed it much more if we the audience knew from the start that he was being Sareth's family's assassination. I mean… I was 99% sure it was him, but the tone would've been very different. Instead of this false mystery, we would've had tension over who else knew, is there really no trail leading back to him, is Sareth going to uncover the truth and how will this affect the rest of the story… Instead we spend a whole lot of time wondering with her. It's bothersome, especially when the wondering doesn't bring anything to the table.

I mean, if we thought that Cleon was an alright guy who would never do that, it could be a shocking surprise. But we already know they're dickheads. There is literally no shock. When they confirmed it, it was so underwhelming. I didn't even have a little heartjump about it.

Demerzel is a lot goofier this season. It's a very strange change. I'm still hopping that we'll get an explanation on that front, and perhaps that it's connected to her meltdown at the end of S1…

Anyway, I don't really like telepathy in general because it seems like a crutch and there's barely any sense to it. The rules are bent over backward to fit the plot at any given time and often enough, what worked before suddenly doesn't work anymore, or vice versa. We're just suppoed to accept that whatever they say goes and hmm nope. He did not draw the Prime Radiant in such great details without also knowing where it's hidden exactly. If Gaal thought about it, she necessarily thought about where it's hidden. Inception 101! But I can't be too harsh just yet, because they haven't explained much about it.

I guess I'm still just very angry about Hugo. It was a very sick ploy to play Salvor, for one, and secondly, even though my mind immediately sent alarm bells, I wanted to believe.

Alright, ranking episodes…

Episode 1: 5/10. I enjoyed the dive into Hari's mind and I was shocked to realise that he was stuck inside the Radiant. I didn't remember that part. Like, at all… As far as I remembered, he was still on the ship on its way to Helicon. Perhaps I missed something. Anyway!

Episode 2: 5/10. I grade it such simply because I laughed at the Cleons having a movement coach. This was comical. And I loved to see the new state of the Foundation. I'm not surprised that it devolved from idealists to a military based operation. Salvor's role had always seemed to me like a self appointed mission more than a true appointment. Now it felt like an actual military grade. They're pro war when first season Foundation was only about preserving the future. Very unsurprising, and very sad.

Episode 3: 6/10. The banter between Hari and Gaal was off the charts and I loved it. Mallow is an idiot but the actor has a certain charm that helps alleviates the inevitable annoyance. Also can anyone tell me who was the statue supposed to be of?! The disgraced general is very interesting. He's an honestly good man in a world of snakes. It's fun to root for the enemy's team. Also Hari's back and I'm glad for it.

Episode 4: 4/10. I could not care less about old Cleon's proclivities. I'm sure he knew that there's a little more to it than sticking the pointy thing inside the hole but I find him lacking in venom compared to Cleon XII. He's very soft. I do like his relationship with Cleon XVIII though. Ah and also, the guard spilling the tea after like two phrases of reassurance was a bit silly to me. I'm sorry but if i'm betraying my Emperor, I need more than just "don't worry dude, we got the goods to make sure you're not found". Please.

Episode 5: 6/10. Ok it was hard. I loved seeing what truly happened between Raych and Hari. It broke my heart. I didn't really care much for Raych and Gaal as a couple but I did like Raych as a character. And I'm still pissed at how he was thrown under the bus. Demerzel's "think of me" made me laugh for a solid 30 seconds and I had to pause so there's that. I do love the mystery about the erasing of Cleons memories. Demerzel is probably behind a lot of it to be honest. But I don't really like the Metallica Crew so far.

I feel like i'm being awfully harsh but I've tried to be generous where I could. (I had fun with the little colours and such. I didn't know we could do that!)

FNG

Oh hello!

First of all, I'm giving up on putting the commentary under the cut; instead tagging these posts with "Foundation spoilers" in case anyone would like to skip!

I very much agree with your thoughts on the Sareth/family assassination plot. Had we been properly introduced to it, it would have been interesting to have more weight to her character rather than what we got.

Re: Demerzel... YEP. And couldn't agree more - I am curious to see if by the end of the season, we will get more insights on... why... And I feel like we will, but who knows!

Hari/Gaal/Salvor/Mentalics - I'm with you on this one. We'll have to see what happens. And yes, likely, the telepathic gang probably already knows about the Prime Radiant, unless Gaal was surprisingly twisty and clever in her brain. As an aside, I think that Hari now having a body likely means that he could have a bit more protection against the Mentalics? Maybe his mind is TOO COMPLICATED to read???

Yes.... the Hugo thing was a near-immediate gut-punch!

By the way, I am absolutely howling at your episode ratings - you need to do these for everything! I think, for me, 1 and 5 were the most enjoyable, with 3 (except for the priceless "RAT IN A HANDBAG") and 4 being my lowest, though I know that a bunch of folks really enjoyed them.

[certified-boyliker]

Cute Teacher (Chronostasis x M!Reader)

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“I’m doing this for Kai. I’m doing this for Kai. I’m doing this for Kai.”

“Uncle Hari, c’mon!”

“I cannot believe I’m doing this for Kai.”

[earlier...]

“Hari, I need you to take my child to a parent-teacher meeting tonight.”

Kurono turned to his boss, his mask hiding the anger and confusion “You want me to what? Why?”

“Tatsumi’s mom is out, and I have a meeting. I’d ask Nemoto or Setsuno, but they’re both doing something. And Rappa and Mimic would just raise questions.”

Kurono sighed and resigned his position, and left, carrying the young girl.

[present...]

“C’mon, my class is waiting!”

“Ugh, I’m sure the meeting hasn’t started yet.”

When he walked in the classroom, he saw four or five families looking at artworks, desks, and books. Kids were socializing and dragging their parents around, Kurono just prayed that Carrie would just do the former.

“Mister (L/N)!”

He looked up from the child, and saw a pretty man with a kind smile on his face. 

“Ah! Are you Mr. Chisaki?”

“No, I’m Mr. Kurono, Chisaki couldn’t make it today. He had a meeting that sprung up at the last minute and his wife was required to stay late at her jo-”

“He’s my Uncle Hari!”

Kurono was most likely blushing by this point, but it was quickly overtaken by anger when Carrie said that, but the man smiled, and giggled.

“I’m Mister (Y/N) (L/N). I’m her teacher, and I just wanted to say, cause I assume you’ll be telling him, that his daughter is wonderful!”

“I would guess so, her parents are wonderful, so she would be.”

The man giggled and Hari furrowed his brows, but they shot up when he saw your kind face.

“I take you didn’t actually wanna come here?”

“No, it’s not that... it was just so unexpected.”

He smiled again, “It was nice to talk to you, but I see another family walking in, and I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah...”

Kurono watched the man walk away. He was so beautiful. He had lovely hair, and vibrant eyes. He had a smile that lit up the entire world, and he was slowly slipping-

“Uncle Hari, wanna see my drawing?”

Kurono was snapped back to reality, “Huh?! Oh, yeah.”

When they sat down, Hari was once again, spacing out and staring at the teacher. He was so stunning, and he wanted to know him even more. He hadn’t realized the meeting was over, until he felt his sleeve get pulled on by Carrie. 

“C’mon! Oh! Tashiro!”

He saw the girl rush over to her friend and saw the kids meeting up, and he stood up, stretching his back.

“Heh, sorry about the chairs, sir.”

He looked down, and saw you. He blushed and smiled at him.

“It’s fine, just not what I’m used to.”

When all the parents and students were gone, Kurono and you stayed back.

“I noticed you were looking at me, so I made this.”

He handed Hari a slip of paper, and he blushed when he saw the number.

“Uh, I-I’ll call you.”

“Talk to you later, Hari Kurono.”

“You too.”

As he drove the kid back, he looked at the rambling girl.

“He has the fluffiest kitten you’ve ever seen! I can’t wait to see mom and dad back home!”

Hari screeched to a stop at the compound, slowly turning to the girl.

“I thought your mom was working till 1 am tonight and Kai was still in his meeting?”

“Oh... they did tell me to remember that.”

Hari. Couldn’t. Believe it. He just took their child to see their teacher, while they stayed home. He stormed into the compound, walked to the sitting room and glared at the couple who were playing Shogi as he set Carrie down.

“You two!”

“Hello Hari, I assume that Carrie is doing good?”

“She is doing wonderfully, but you two were trying to set us up?!”

“Well, Carrie thought it was good idea, and she wanted to see her teacher be happier than he already was, and she just wanted to see you happy!”

“And now I owe my wife ¥250, cause I assume you got her number.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Told ya, babe.”

“Shut up, angel. But thank you Hari.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Secretly, he was happy that he did meet (Y/N), and he was going to call him.