#how to interrogate a unicorn

[low-quality-odd-squad]

[petrichoravis]

Deep in a daydream. | s.r.

summary: Spencer has baby fever while watching you take care of a child victim.

word count: 2k

what to expect: spencer reid x cps!reader, implied fem reader otherwise nondescript, established relationship, angst and mention of case details (murder of parents in front of child), fluff so much fluff!!! English is not my first language.

a/n: picture credit to @reidgif !! if that gif didn’t exist this fic wouldn’t either, so thank u for your service. (fic that won in this poll)

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Spencer had the distinct thought that he had fallen in love with you with a slight bias.

He was very aware that, because of his job and lifestyle, having children of his own would be irresponsible to the child and other parent.

But watching as you crouched down to talk to the small girl the team had rescued on their recent case was like a wave crashing down over him and taking him with the current.

Spencer had always wanted kids of his own, but he fought with the thought that it was unfair to have a child in his current life state. Seeing you make her laugh after she went through the most traumatic thing a person could go through muted that fear.

He knew you could handle every situation that involved children with grace, it came with your job, but

All his head was screaming was ‘I want to have a child with you’.

There were days when he woke up in the middle of the night, with you sleeping next to him, and wondered what it would be like to be woken up by your daughter or son because they were having a nightmare or simply wanted to cuddle.

The way you would groggily reach out one arm and let them cuddle close, the way Spencer would wrap his arms around both of you and kiss the back of your child’s head.

It wasn’t something you spoke about lightly, always cautious and considerate of a person that didn’t even exist yet. It made him want to forget every rational thought you had just discussed.

Now, watching you ask the girl for the name of her puppet, watching the smile spread on your face as she told you that she didn’t have a name and you could name her, it was the knife and the balm at the same time.

He leaned against the doorframe of the interrogation room you had fought to make look less intimidating and more like a children’s playroom. After the officers reluctantly gave you the green light to do whatever you wanted, you went out to bring pillows and toys back to the station. With the team’s help, of course.

Now the room was all soft and colorful, the pillows had leaves on them and little Ruby had enough toys for a lifetime of fun. You had even covered the one-way mirror with a big, pink blanket that had unicorns on it after asking her what her favorite animal was.

If you treated a child that wasn’t yours like that, how would you treat one that was? Spencer let his imagination roam freely.

A mistake. Soon, he was deep in a daydream of spilled foods, stroller rides in the park, first days of school, laughter chasing through hallways. His mind created a world around the three of you.

A gasp made his gaze snap back to you and the agent in him flinched to the ready. But his worries were soothed by a louder giggle.

You and little Ruby were dancing. Or, well, something that could be interpreted as something akin to it, anyway. It was more of a wiggle.

“Whoa, where did you learn those moves?” You asked, laughing, spinning her around.

“My mommy and I always dance.” She replied, then stopped short.

Ruby’s parents were killed in front of her just a couple of hours ago and you had been able to bring a smile back onto her face with a lot of hard work. But it was inevitable that something would remind her of what happened and made it all come crashing down on her little shoulders again.

Your face betrayed no pity, just plain understanding and empathy. “You like dancing?”

She nodded weakly, clutching her puppet. Spencer couldn’t watch the way her lower lip quivered. “With mommy. I want my mommy.”

“I know, Rubs, but she’s not gone. She is watching over you and protecting you in her own way, still. As much as your little head is trying to tell you that she’s gone, she will always live on in the memories you have with her. Every time you dance or don’t want to eat your veggies, she is smiling and shaking her head fondly.”

Ruby sniffled, but her tears had stopped flowing. “I want her to come back.”

You crouched down, opening your arms to give her the choice, “I know, lovely.”

Waddling into your arms, she let you hug her while she kept hugging her doll. Spencer didn’t know if he was still allowed to watch this heartfelt moment.

It was after a minute that you pulled away to wipe her tears off her cheeks with gentle thumbs and tucked her black hair behind her ears. “Okay?”

A nod was all you got, but it was everything you needed. You stood up and turned to Spencer, which confirmed what he suspected; you knew he was there the whole time.

As Ruby saw Spencer, she shied away, hiding behind your legs immediately.

He crouched down to be less intimidating. “Hello, Ruby.” He said softly. “I’m Spencer.”

Despite his attempts to make himself smaller, the little girl said nothing to his introduction, her hands stayed glued to your leg.

You smile at Spencer and turned to face Ruby, crouching, too. “He’s one of the good guys, I swear, Rubs.”

Spencer could only just hear her response of a breathy, “yeah?” and almost melted.

Nodding, you reassured her with a hand on her back. “Do you wanna know a secret?”

The whites of her eyes became more and she nodded eagerly, seemingly having forgotten that Spencer stood just a few steps away or that she was ever scared of his presence. And what she was just crying about.

He couldn’t handle the way you adjusted your wording to sound less harsh, the way you were so tuned in to the little girl. It was giving him a really hard time to do the same.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you nodded, whispering the words like a four-year-old would tell the news to her friends.

Ruby gasped again and glanced at Spencer over your shoulder. “Really?” Her shock was obvious in every one of her features.

At your nod, she got even shyer, but also more curious. She stepped forward to inspect Spencer closely, who was still crouching in front of her.

“Hey, Ruby,” Spencer tried again, holding out a hand.

She just looked at the hand and then at him. “Hi, Spencer. I like your sweater.”

Laughing, but trying not to be too loud as not to intimidate her more, he pulled his hand back. “Thank you,” he looked down at his sweater, then at you with a smile, his voice changed just slightly, “Santa gave it to me on Christmas.”

“I like Santa.” She said excitedly, pulling his attention back to her. “He always brings me what I want.”

“Yeah, Santa is awesome, isn’t he?” He wasn’t really equipped to handle a four-year-old girl who had just lost her parents and was really hoping his awkwardness wasn’t something Ruby picked up on. But she was the age where children were highly attuned to every nonverbal social clue and internalized it, so his chances were slim.

You came to his rescue. “Ruby, do you want to play a game with us? Or draw something?”

She didn’t even answer as she excitedly ran towards the table that had crayons, colored pencils and paper on it. “I already know what I wanna draw!”

Standing up, you took a step to stand next to Spencer, leaning your head on his shoulder. His hand went to your back immediately.

“Hi,” you mumbled contentedly.

“Hey,” he said with his hand rubbing your back. “Are you okay? You look exhausted.”

You had a deep appreciation for the way Spencer was always able to see you so clearly. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You hoped it was enough for him to see that the exhaustion was there, but that it wasn’t pulling you down.

Ruby kept drawing and you kept watching her. It was easy to forget that you weren’t proud, loving parents watching your child draw a picture of your life.

When she was done, Ruby hopped off the chair with the drawing clutched in her tiny hands. “Look! I drew you a beach! And there’s a dolphin and a sea pony playing together.”

“It’s so pretty, Ruby.” You were grinning from ear to ear, just like she was. “Do you think I could put it on my desk? So I can see it every day and think of you?”

“Yeah!”

“Thank you so much.” She scrunched her nose at you as you ruffled her hair, but it was clear to everyone in the room that it was a fond, admiring look. “Would you draw Spence one, too?”

She glanced at Spencer, the shyness back like a push of a button. But she nodded weakly and scrambled back to her desk.

The social workers picked her up and she finished her picture just before they arrived. You followed them out of the room and crouched down to hug her tightly.

“Here,” she whispered in your ear and pulled back to hand you the paper. “I hope he loves it.”

You looked down at the picture and almost started crying. “He will.” You reassured her, trying to rein in your emotions.

The goodbye was a hard one, but it was safe to say that you would visit little Ruby even after she found her new home.

Behind you, Spencer had walked up to you and glanced over your shoulder to look at what Ruby drew for him.

What he saw made him speechless.

Ruby had drawn two stick figures that looked a lot like the two of you. Your hair and eye color, your work attire. Spencer’s messy brown hair was drawn with looped pencil strokes and she even tried to draw the complicated knitting pattern of his sweater.

Between the two of you was a heart that read your name plus Spence.

“Oh,” Spencer didn’t even realize that he had made the noise before you turned.

With a smile on your face you said, clearly joking, “How come that I get the beach and you get this on your desk?”

He laughed gently, taking the drawing from you, looking at it for a moment before looking at you. You were watching Ruby get escorted out.

“She’s a strong kid.” You said with a deep sigh. Spencer’s eyes were glued to the side of your face. “I just hope she finds the right family.”

He had to stop himself from blurting out the thought he was toying with. Maybe we could take care of her until she has another family to call her own?

Of course, you couldn’t. There were too many papers to fill out and, while both of you had the credentials that would inspire trust, Spencer doubted the authorities would make exceptions for you.

It would be unfair to Ruby, too. To give her a temporary family, just to have it ripped away from her again. Once was enough.

But you looked so good, conjuring the big smile onto her face, so in your element that Spencer forgot all the logical things.

He registered that you were still talking to him and snapped out of his reverie. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted to cook something at my place and watch a movie.” You repeated, laughing softly. “Where’s your genius brain wandering to now? Any statistics I should know about?”

Spencer didn’t know how to tell you that the only statistics in his head revolved around the benefits of creating a family. (With him. Now.) “N-nothing, I’m just tired. Movie sounds good.”

You squinted at him. “Right…” you dragged out. “Let’s go, then.”

A quiet breath left Spencer’s mouth as you took his hand into yours and dropped the topic. For now, eventually, he hoped to bring it up again as a fond memory when you had a little one of your own.

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[uniquethingtastemaker]

Ok, question. I’m not a huge fan of the MC in Love and Deepspace. Does anyone feel the same way? Her personality is so off putting that I haven’t gotten that far into the main story line because of that. Considering all that. I want to create a few fanfics with an MC with a different and cooler personality. Her position would be the same though.

I’ll cite my evidence for why I dislike her so much (Disclaimer: I’ve seen spoilers and some of Rafayel’s cards):

We’ll start with Xavier. Poor Xavier. He’s one of my favorites. Unproblematic sleepy boi for the most part. How the MC treats him grates me, especially at the beginning.

The second time they meet (Chapter 3), they’re in an active danger zone. MC gets a sprained ankle and Xavier patches her up. Then, he takes out a ton of Wanders to clear the path for her. That’s very thoughtful. Afterward, MC starts to grill him on his identity. I’m not really sure why. I can only assume it’s a mix between him being mysterious about his identity and his insane skill (it’s called being private, but MC didn’t get the memo). She proceeds to go through a lengthy interrogation, only to come up empty.

This confuses me for multiple reasons. First, they’re in the middle of a danger zone. The priority should be getting out or clearing Wanderers, not figuring out his identity. She can ask her boss later. If she’s wary of Xavier because he’s not apart of UNICORN, then she should focus on getting out of there. She doesn’t fear him though. MC doesn’t focus on getting out, and she goes as far as sassing him later for not giving her more information. If you provoke an unpredictable and dangerous entity, there’s a good chance they’ll harm you. Consider all this, MC doesn’t fear him. Therefore, his identity doesn’t matter for her to survive. This means she wants private information from someone who clearly doesn’t want to give it. That’s rude af, especially considering he’s been helping her since he saw her. Her verbiage also rubs me the wrong way. It feels like she thinks she’s entitled to his private information. It’s ridiculous. MC has met him twice. Of course he’s not going to tell her sensitive intel. I wouldn’t either if someone acted like that toward me.

The next thing for poor Xavier was a text conversation. MC basically called him emotionless. I had to take a second to process that one. Everyone has feelings even if they don’t express them very much. I’m baffled that she insinuated that when she knows Zayne. MC has never said that about Zayne as far as I know, and he’s way less expressive than Xavier. It’s rude, insensitive, and immature to say that to someone.

Again with Xavier. There was a part where MC was given a proposal to help in obtaining some information in the main story. It was dangerous. Xavier stayed behind after her boss left. There were a few choices you could respond with. Obviously, I chose those favorable to Xavier. I click on “I want you as my hunting partner.” He was genuinely excited and happy that you wanted to work with him. Then MC adds that she views him as a tool. She’s objectifying him. That’s unacceptable and disrespectful to do to anybody, but to do it to someone with good intentions and has your best interest at heart is beyond upsetting. It was painful to watch the excited, happy expression on his face drop into one of dejection.

Let’s talk about Zayne. I’m baffled by how MC treats him. She goes against her doctor’s orders despite having a specific medical condition. She brushes him off and refuses to listen to him. It’s frustrating to witness. It makes my brain hurt. She has a job that requires extensive physical and dangerous activity. It’s important to take care of her health so she’s competent and safe. If something happens on the battlefield because MC didn’t take care of herself, she’s putting more people in danger. Instead of her teammates only having to worry just about themselves, they’ll have another burden to deal with. It seems extremely irresponsible.

Now, Rafayel… again, the MC baffles me. During the second meeting, she is incredibly aggressive. It’s the coral stone incident with his painting driving someone mad. She accuses Rafayel of malicious intent without any concrete evidence from what I understood. Although MC was right, she didn’t have any proof. As far as she knew, he doesn’t have a motive. That’s a huge issue for me. Most people don’t kill another without a reason. Also if the substance he used as paint was tainted, how should he know? He doesn’t specialize or deal with Wanderers everyday. It could very well be an accident. I find her actions and belief of immediately assuming the absolute worst and being aggressive about it as ineffective and off putting.

Next is when she finds out Rafayel is a Lemurian. Oh boy, I was in a tizzy about this scene. Now, I don’t particularly like how she treated him when he clearly felt awful. Her bedside manner was terrible, but it wasn’t a big deal. However, when the scales appear, MC touches them without permission. Rafayel is in a vulnerable state and has accidentally revealed a huge weakness that puts him in danger if others found out. When our merman boy wakes up, he tells her not to touch him. MC disregards that and continues to basically assault him. I understand that some people might find touching his cheek not a big deal, but it’s the consent that matters. He didn’t consent to her touch and she did it anyway. He was clearly uncomfortable and upset. Rafayel also had little way to fight back because of his weakened state. People might argue, “he wanted it.” That is a dangerous mindset to have. If it was applied to a real world case, then that could be making an excuse for a potential rapist. No means no. Even if he did desire it, she needs explicit consent.

Then she makes a… threat? comment? about how she could kidnap him and sell him to the highest bidder. That is not cool. Even if it’s a joke, it’s not funny. That is a real threat and danger to Rafayel, and she says it without hesitation. MC has no regard for his feelings about the situation. She says “I would never do that to you” at the end, but that doesn’t cancel out what she said earlier. MC proved she wasn’t safe emotionally. No wonder Rafayel has the sentiment of “all humans are greedy.” If I was faced with MC and the people who hound him to buy his art, I might be convinced too.

Overall, I have huge problems with the MC. Does anyone feel the same? I tend to specialize in write canon-based fanfics with twists and whatnot. Would anyone be interested? (I’ll probably do it anyway, but feedback is always appreciated) If I do, I’m changing MC’s personality 100%

[avixenk]

My John "Soap" MacTavish headcanons because I love this man

• Biter. Not in a sexy way. Can, has, and will bite your fingers off. Terrorist interrogators beware

• Motherfucker growls

• You can pry ADHD Soap out of my cold dead hands

• "LT" is more of an affectionate nickname than an acknowledgement of rank. You can pry "LT" out of his cold dead hands. Deal with it Ghost

• His hometown is on one of the Scottish Isles you'd have to take a ferry to get to.

- OWNS HAS A WHOLE HOUSE, NOT A FLAT. Pays someone to clean the dust.

• Surfs in the freezing cold Scottish seas

• Loves the water, wishes they could have more missions at sea. If he had to die on the job and he could choose how, he'd want to drown. Be part of the sea forevermore

• Joined the army and SAS underage. Secretly proud of it; he was already the youngest to pass selection, but he might forever be the youngest because he lied about his age.

• Idk if he could irl but he'd rip off the United Kingdom patch on his vest and put on a Scottish one whenever he could.

• Chemistry degree (and engineering?)

• Gym rat. Even more than Ghost

• Keeps his muscles stretched doing yoga

• Room looks like a unicorn threw up in it. Drawings and color everywhere. Idk if it would be allowed irl but I am giving this man a drawing tablet

• Has two older sisters and so knows a lot about, and uses, skincare. Goes to spas with one or both his sisters. Criticizes Ghost's eye black for clogging the man's pores

- toxic masculinity fucking who?

• The baby of the family. The youngest sibling and the youngest cousin

• Knows he's hot as shit and dresses appropriately. Favorite item is a cropped jacket. Little bit of a fashionista

• Has invented 22 kinds of bombs/explosives. 2 of them are now standard military explosives. He handles all explosive material on base; receives shipments, sorts it, and stores it. Even receives raw material for more experimentation. He's an actual inventor

• Motorcycle

• Is just as good as Ghost with solos, goes on solos as often as he does. Forced into the lone wolf style, unlike Ghost who chose it. Old squad/s would mute him for "being annoying" and he'd be on his own. When they realized he had great survivability alone they sent him on more and more solos. This information upsets Ghost greatly; he knows Soap is the very opposite of a lone wolf.

• Needs. His. Morning. Coffee.

• As nice as them retiring in fics is, Soap wouldn't actually do that. He's made the army his career, and he has career goals. He wants to make captain (although seeing how much paperwork Price has to deal with makes him slightly less enthusiastic about it). He's either going to age out of the military or get KIA'd.

- He would love to stay in the 141 forever, they're the best team he's ever had, will probably ever have. He doesn't want to go back to the abuse of before.

- He hopes making lieutenant at least means he'll be able to go with Ghost on his solos (he hates Ghost going solo) or at least finally privy to the details.

[prettyboypistol]

I'm not sure if requests are open so if not feel free to delete this ask! Can you do the mercs realizing they're into men because of the reader?

Of course! By the way, this is my 100th post! lucky lucky Anon! This goes out to all of the rest of my followers! Thank you for all the support and followers! I'll always look at your messages and write for TF2! I couldn't be here without all of you! Thank you for letting me be the weird gay man who likes writing about old gay men kissing! -PrinceThomas :>

Tf2 Mercs x M!Reader || Gay Awakening! +18

Scout

Super in denial at first, compares you to actors he likes or thinks are hot and kinda shelves it. Is MAD jealous that you just somehow look great no matter what (to him hehe)

Realizes he has a crush on you when his usual spank bank material of girls isn't really doing it for him anymore. It's 4am, he's tired and horny and a little drunk... his mind just wandered, okay?!

Daydreamer 100%, but his feelings for you and his feelings for Miss Pauling kinda fuck him up ngl?? Is he a homo or not?? I mean, he likes boobs and lipstick and girls, but the rough and tumbled grease in your stubble just gets him rarin in a way girls didn't.

Bisexual struggles fr. Assuming that you're a Stonewall riot supporter, he'd probably try to roundabout ask if he can experiment with you.

What really set you apart from the other mercs is that you just look good compared to them! Yeah, there are some conventionally attractive guys, but you're h o t.

Soldier

Soldier, like Scout, assumed his attraction to you was something more akin to respect or friendliness. I mean, no other soldier he's ever met sacrificed himself to save him! That takes guts! Yeah, you respawned after, but the honor was still there for him.

Develops or at least tries to develop a friendship like what he with Demoman. He might come off like a very determined puppy, but you know he means well.

Uses you as someone to compare others too. (Ex. "SCOUT! THAT WAS HORRENDOUS TECHNIQUE! TAKE A LOOK AT THAT FINE MAN OVER THERE! DETERMINED! STRONG! TAKE NOTES, PRINCESS!")

When he does realize it's love, he is upfront and honest about his feelings with you. After all, if Jane did like men, he could find more powerful army and recreate that unbeatable ancient army of homosexuals!

Asks around about romance, probably interrogates Medic about how to court another man because let's be honest Medic looks gay as he'll and I will die on the hill that every merc just assumes that man is queer.

Pyro

In Pyroland, you're a prince on a unicorn. You're straight out of a fairy tale. They're overjoyed to have a prince in Pyroland rather than just babies! Yeah, it's fun to be childish, but a whimsical joy that are more complex are fun too!

Absolutely follows you around and talks about you to Engie non-stop. Engie jokes that Pyro might have a crush on you and they seriously consider it. They realize you're attractive when you do a party trick of spitting out Bug spray and lighting it on fire, making it look like you breathe fire.

As you cough and retch at the lingering taste of bug repellant in your mouth, Pyro applauds your trick and keeps trying to talk to you. They eventually are able to communicate to you, asking if you have any more fire tricks. You show them that you can twirl a pencil between all your fingers when the eraser tip is lit up like a candle.

You can kind of tell that they like you romantically, but you're not sure how to tell them that you know. A few chats with Engie tells you all you need to know: Pyro has never pursued a romantic interest, Pyro likes you, and that you can probably get their attention with an honest conversation.

Demoman

The most casual about their realization that they like you- and men in general. Just a peek at you in the showers after a particularly clutch victory caused a few rather dirty thoughts. It wasn't that big of a deal to him and kept his attitude of a drunken "Well, a hole's a hole, I bet he's tight."

Probably offers a little bit of fun after a long night of party, definitely a lot more drunk than usual as he leans a tad too close for friendship. That deep, gravelly, and warm voice growled in your ear with an open offer to join him in his room that night.

If you joined, he wouldn't remember the night and regret that he forgot the night in the morning when you and him snuggle awake. If you decline it's no harm no foul.

One of those types of guys who actually can balance his feelings for you along with his friendship- he keeps the ball in your court and stayed professionally friendly, maybe a tad brotherly competitive.

Heavy

This man is an iron wall to hide his feelings. He had the idea that he just wasn't the type to want a relationship- which was fine, more time to work to keep his family safe- but then you jumped out into danger to protect him. He was on the brink of death and you selflessly risked your life for him! Yeah, you both respawned, but it was the gesture that mattered!

His eyes trailed you a lot more often, like a security camera. He pretended to be read his book, but he knew exactly where you were. Medic is the first to notice this change.

Medic asks about Heavy's feelings for you, since Heavy had never ordered Medic to go heal anyone else before! Hell, the both of you tended to stay behind Heavy during battles after that, so you two had a sense of closeness.

When you all went out on a trip to the beach, Heavy loved watching you in the water, and even allowed himself to be dragged in by you to play water polo with Soldier and Demoman. He's a long game of chess, hopefully you can win him over!

Is a bit more protective of you out of battle, but that's something only the people he threatens is aware of.

Engie

Oh fucking god holy shit what the hell man's fucking gay PANICS. DELL IS HEARTSTOPPINGLY FROZEN IN FEAR WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HE LIKES MEN.

All you did was scale a chainlink fence with ease, albeit with a small growling as the metal dug into your fingers. Dell swallowed the feeling thickly. He didn't mean to stare at your ass, really! It just sorta... happened.

And then it happened again as he kneeled to construct a sentry. Then when he was sat down at the kitchen table as you walked by. The only time he didn't catch a glance was when you turned to him with a smug look and a "if you wanna look at my ass, you could just ask."

He knows a lot of gay cowboy culture, but was far too scared to go ahead with a few of the gestures. Although, you weren't as shy, giving him a grey handkerchief when he spillied oil on himself.(translation: grey handkerchief=bondage kink)

Finally- FINALLY! He offers you his hat on a very hot day with his head looking straight at the ground.(translation: if a cowboy puts his hat on your head, y'all fucking)

Sniper

In the top 3 of "chillest reactions to realizing he likes men", but barely on the podium yk?

Mick was doing some target practice and had lost track of time, his pot of coffee and snack pile had been long empty. Right as he was about to get up to stretch his legs, he saw you on the last rung to the ladder of his nest. "Oh hey Snipes! You missed lunch and dinner, 'decided to check in on our favorite sharpshooter." When you stay for a few moments and hand him the bottles of water and leftovers from dinner, he realized that nobody made him feel that loved.

You just being kind sends him into a "did he do that to hit on me? Does he do this to everyone?" Yeah he panics about everything you do, but not because you're a man- it's because a crush is a crush to him!

Sniper does genuinely try to show interest, but in a subtle way like inviting you out to take a smoke break, target practice, maybe offer to let you join him to survivalist camp for a few days.

Spy

Silver medalist of the chill reaction podium, mainly because he laments to himself about all the potential money he had lost by not seducing more men in his more freelance espionage days. He could have hooked up with Saxton Hale to swindle that oaf out of millions- if he had thought of that.

Does a full background and thorough investigation into your personal life, how you reacted to the huge news event of Stonewall, if you had ever hooked up with a man, anything to see if he had a chance to sneak into your dating pool.

He treats you a lot like how he treats the women he seduces, but has to overcome how you brush him off casually like a man. Women were a language Spy speant years studying, so much so that he seldom kept up with the more masculine way of communicating.

At his wit's end, he just asks you bluntly. "Listen, I find you hot. I've been trying to get into your pants for almost 2 months now, do you want to have sex?"

Medic

This man already knew he was gay before you pulled up, sorry. BUT BUT BUT you are the first crush he's had! Yeah, he knew he liked the idealized version of a man he made up in his head, but you are better than the fictional men in books!

Despite the stereotype for Medic, he didn't fall for you when he saw you on his operating table. You and Engie were theorycrafting about hypothetical cybernetic enhancements. Engie had said something biologically inaccurate about the immune system, and before Medic could interrupt your private conversation, you corrected Engie! Not in a demeaning way, but in a way that clearly showed that you had a love for biological science. Medic's heart skipped a beat.

Constantly offering you new enhancements for your body and coddles you about painful proedures (he actually gives you anathesia! How sweet!) and sends his experimental ideas to you for a betaread over. For Medic, that's essentially a confession in and of itself!

Has written your name in little hearts on his note margins and uses you as his anatomy sketch references when he needs to visualize the human skeleton.

[maybe-boys-do-love]

SOTUS S episode 11 goes down as the best episode in all the iterations of the series (so far) for me. Without knowing it, we've been watching so many plot threads weave through warp and weft, and voila! The tapestry's finally revealed as the office becomes the least secure place imaginable. It's a site where people get fired, where CEO fathers lurk and (gently) interrogate, where a single set of company outing photos (emphasis on the 'outing') can tear your closet to the ground. The Gender Equality Act, which legally protected employees from discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity (with a couple of caveats), was only passed in 2015, three years prior to this series, so Arthit's reaction doesn't derive simply from his personal fears. The subtle camera tilting and focus shift used to represent it truly evoked my experience and visual distortions with panic. Is this how the hunted unicorn in the famous medieval tapestry felt?

This episode also contains the best post-credits scene I think I've ever seen, bar none. The flashback element brilliantly concocted here to comment on the episode we've just witnessed. First, we have Arthit's fake job interview, calling back to the role play of the wife scene at the beginning of the series and the general shift of power Kong and Art engage in regularly. With a job interview, pretend and cute as it is, we're directed to consider the tenuous position of Arthit's employment right after he's been outed at work. They tease us with the last question Kongpob asks as the mock-interviewer, making it sound flirtatious before applying its gravity. "Are you seeing anyone?" Its the question and the seriousness with which its reiterated that made me look up LGBT workplace protections in Thailand.

I know I'm sounding hyperbolic, but the episode is just THAT good, because next--in the post-credits extra scene of all places!--we get my favorite camera shot of the whole series:

We see our protagonists together, made anonymous by the dark, with Arthit still avoiding an answer to Kong's mock-interview question. Y'all see what connections director Lit draws here, right? Their love and their personhood have been forced into the shadows by social stigma and its lingering impact. They can't speak about their love. Now in the present-day outed, they're about to reveal themselves to the light. If only it would be so easily done as they manage in this scene, holding each other as they go :'(

[lipeg]

If you ask what rubbish this is, well I'll explain.

RWBY Volume 9: Beyond, also known as RWBY Beyond, is an animated series that premiered on April 13th, 2024 on Rooster Teeth for free. It is a storybook-style anthology series focusing on stories happening in Remnant during and after Volume 9. The series will consist of four episodes.

Despite the announcement of the closure of Rooster Teeth Productions in early 2024, Kerry Shawcross ( The idiot won't be present hallelujah! ) revealed that RWBY Volume 9: Beyond and other of their shows will still release as planned.

Cause you didn't want to lose ( But there is something better to waste your precious time studying or playing Unicorn Overlord )

The first episode called Jr. Detectives or Two Idiots retards who are acting like children.

Sun Wukong and Neptune Vasilias, acting as Junior Detectives, investigate the disappearance of Team RWBY and Jaune Arc. The two act out various interrogations, with Neptune playing the roles of Lie Ren, Qrow Branwen, and Nora Valkyrie, who each have no idea of Team RWBY's whereabouts.

You'll be dumb in the house of hell.

In conclusion, it doesn't add anything to the story (which is already rubbish) just show how idiots they are, My God.

When the next one comes out I'm going to vomit and play Hades.

Cheap production.

They are so stupid. My God! How would let this out!

[faith-less-one]

Fic: Ceremony (4 / 10)

The fourth chapter of my half of my and @ooachilliaoo ’s joint fic!! Her fic is here, and full series of mine is here.

Cassandra 

If someone had told her that Leliana’s coronation would be interrupted, not only by a rift opening in the middle of the breakfast tables, but a horde of darkspawn, she would have had them locked up and interrogated to within an inch of their lives. 

However, somehow it is not the rift or the darkspawn that worries her most… 

When Brennan had drunk from the Well of Sorrows, she had been terrified. Not only because of the possible repercussions, but because, of the available choices, he had been the right one. After they had returned from the Temple, she had lain awake several nights, worrying about it. More, after the revelation that Mythal now possessed the body of Morrigan’s mother. She still isn’t entirely comfortable with that turn of events, much as she has tried to forget about it. 

The Avvar augur had said that Brennan was like a watchman’s bonfire in the Fade. That the voices were both more and less than spirits. Older than the oldest elf-songs. This was the first time that they had been… useful. 

If he had managed to have more training, if Abelas and the other ancient elves had not left when they did, if Corypheus had not destroyed the Temple… He had said that a mortal might not be able to comprehend the Well. That much had been mostly true. 

It concerns her that this time, the Well seems to have been able to open a… conduit? To what was on the other side of the rift. To show Brennan the mastermind behind such a dreadful attack. It hasn’t done that before. Or, perhaps it has, and it was merely that Brennan had not fully understood the breadth of the experience. 

And then again, it might have been the rift. For all they have closed in the past year and a half – getting very close to two years now – they still understand little about how they are formed, other than through the Anchor on Brennan’s hand. That this other… whoever he is, is able to create them is worrying. And yet more worrying is that Brennan had said that they felt… different. 

What does that even mean? 

No matter how earnestly Brennan attempts to reassure her, she cannot help the anxiety gnawing at the back of her mind. Especially as they set out for the Deep Roads, and it is obvious that their mutual lack of sleep has affected him far more so than her.  

And his interactions with Elissa and Alistair at the campfire… She should have insisted on him going to bed earlier, but selfishly, she had been enjoying watching him… relax. Watching him having fun, asking questions and telling stories. Even if he probably had gone a little far with his tale of the bog unicorn. 

Now that she sees Elissa in a more… natural setting, it’s easier to picture the girl who had starred in many of Leliana’s late-night stories. Though time has clearly taken its toll on her, not to mention the separation from her beloved. There is a… hardness to her that Leliana had never described. 

Though… thinking on the subject, perhaps it had always been there, and Leliana had simply not wished to speak of it. Not to Cassandra, at any rate. Leliana would not be the only one to prefer thinking of the brighter aspects of her past, rather than the darkness.  

Neither of them had any shortage of darkness… 

Read the rest on my AO3!

[kimberlyannharts]

LAST TIME ON POWER RANGERS PRIME: So Rita made Lauren her very own Power Ranger team but it kind of sucks. They suck so much that the Blue Ranger, Mark, has just gotten captured by the VR Troopers, the Eltarian fascist police, and they're about to subject him to painful interrogation. But be sure to check out the new VR Trooper series this FCBD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Power Rangers Prime #6!

= Billy 🤝 Mark's mom

being afraid of water but then they end up fucking a fish

= kind of odd we never get a hint of Mark's father, though. Especially given how they showed his past before, which i'll get to in a second

= Just walking in here with his green shirt and his green pants okay okay yeah yeah i get it I GET IT. my god PLEASE let everything they've been building with him be a red herring (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

= wow look at all of those non-human aliens. Would really love if one of you guys could have been part of this Ranger team!!!!!!!!!!!!

= I think BOOM has some kind of pact with a demon that states if they don't bring a Sirian into every comic series the world will collapse into ash

= Good for you, Mark!!!!! Never talk to cops!!!!!!!!!!! Or blond men. I guess Orion is one of the good ones

= YFIP: the Aquitians. They are ableist

= rip to Mark's mom u_u sorry you existed to be fridged, I would have liked to have known what your whole......deal was

= Also, just because the ML raised the question with the reveal the Aquitians found her in 1998, when In Space took place - no, she's probably not one of the In Space Rangers. We don't know her first name, but Mark's last name was stated in previous issues to be Zhao.

= Like I said in my notes, I feel like it's a bit of a missed opportunity to have Mark be rescued by an Eltarian soldier but still be against Eltarian colonization. He could have easily gone through a D-16 in Transformers: One type of arc, where he convinces himself things are fine under the Eltarians because they personally saved him and he fears invasion more than he values freedom; I know his opposition to Eltar stems from his mother's words but....idk, I feel being rescued and put on Eltarian-occupied Earth so young with no other guidance besides the Eltarians would have swayed him to their side

= And going along with that, something odd is in previous hints to Mark's backstory, #1 and the cover for this very issue, prominently featured a mysterious hooded person guiding Mark to the evacuation

= Which I mean, I guess that could just be any random refugee in the crowd kind enough to guide this child to safety, but still, it's weird to be like "look! a mysterious hooded person!" and not have them show up properly in Mark's flashbacks. And notably, they have hair, despite Mark obviously escaping from Aquitar and his mother was dead by this point. I guess this could be elaborated more later but.......maybe this will also just be a "Lauren's alt-Samurai suit" situation lol

= If the Prime Ranger morphin call really is just "Prime [color]" that's super lame. "TIME FOR PRIME! UNICORN POWER!" you're WELCOME

= oh hey JB it's nice to see ONE other member of the VR Troopers got to show up in this issue. I'm so sorry you and Kaitlin have to wait until the VR Troopers miniseries to get like.......personalities

[saibugslegacy]

Odysseus Ask Game

my fabulous mutual @rypnami posted an ask game for characters and I decided to fill it out for Odysseus to try and force myself to devlope him more lmao

1) if your mc was an animagus, what would their form be? if they are, what is their form?

His patronus is a black mamba but if he was an animagus I think they’d be a dog, specifically a really big pitbull, we’re talking great dane sized pitbull

2) if they could choose what animagus form they would take, would it be the same? or would they want to have a different animal form?

Honestly he’d probably want to be a snake just for a point, but he’d also be okay with the pitbull

3) does your mc have a favourite colour? why is it their favourite?

His favorite color is actually periwinkle, he likes it because it’s softer and different than all the things he’s “supposed” to like. He’s not supposed to like pretty things but he does

4) in a modern au, would your mc use social media? what would their preferred platform be? why is if their preferred one?

Good news I have a modern au in development so ive actually thought about this question. Odysseus would be on twitter mainly and have two accounts, one his verified account (in my modern au his mother is the vice president of the us) and a private one where he mainly talks shit about all the people and htings he has to deal with during the day and is gay about his boyfriends (this includes in a certain au i have with a certain mutual of mine)

5) did you consult wand lore when choosing their wand? if so, why did you pick what you did? if not, would you ever change wand details to match your mc?

I did indeed. Odysseus’ wand is cedar wood and unicorn hair. I chose a cedar wand because it’s noted as choosing shrewd and incredibly loyal wizards, but what really sold it was that the users of cedar wands are often underestimated but incredibly powerful, especially when harm is done to their loved ones. I picked unicorn hair because it’s a very consistent core and he just really needs a steady consistency, if his wand was moody he’d burn down Hogwarts

6) what is your mc’s diet? are they vegan, vegetarian, do they eat whatever? Why?

Not a limited diet but does tend to err more towards “fancier” foods only because that’s what he’s used to. But “simple” foods are comforting to him

7) what is your mc’s backstory as to why they didn’t join hogwarts until 5th year? or did you retcon that part of the story when creating them?

Odysseus didn’t go to Hogwarts because he was a squib. He had ancient magic but couldnt use it until him and his siblings stumbled on an ancient magic hotspot and activated it. Suddenly he could do magic and less than a week later Fig showed up to Carrow manor with a Hogwarts letter for him

8) what house is your mc in? why are they in that house? 

Odysseus is a Hufflepuff because underneath all of the…everything, his core traits are his loyalty to his family and his hard work in order to make his family proud

9) were you inspired by characters from other media when making your mc? if so, which characters? and how did they influence your mc? 

The idea of the Owl came very vaguely from Batman and Spiderman but that was it

10) does your mc have any special abilities? (legilimens, parsletongue, metamorphagus, etc) how do they choose to use these powers? did you give them powers for fun, or does it relate to their backstory/plot?

Odysseus is a born Legilimens! He uses the powers mainly unwillingly, he cant really turn them off. But he can focus them and does so either to communicate with people or for interrogation on his family’s behalf. The powers and the backstory kind came at the same time. I knew I wanted to make a Hufflepuff that subverted expectations but wasn’t sure how to incorporate that. I thought of an MC who “should” be a Slytherin but ended up in Hufflepuff, then why would they be trying so hard, maybe they dont have magic but then how does the ancient magic present itself, and i’d already wanted to make a legilimens

11) what is your mc’s blood status? how does it affect their time at hogwarts? how does it affect their home life?

Odysseus is a pureblood, one of the sacred twenty-eight families. His family are definitely blood purists and from hearing their thoughts about it constantly his own thoughts ended up mirroring theirs because that was how he was “supposed” to think. He had a LOT to unpack once he got to Hogwarts

12) did your mc open the repository? why or why not? 

I’m not sure honestly, I haven’t gotten that far in the story yet. I think he might take some of it and then contain the rest, but im not married to that yet

13) if your mc opened the repository, how did absorbing all that power affect them, if it did at all?

It would basically just make it so they have more of a core since they don’t have a natural magic core of his own and using magic exhausts him

14) what does your mc think of the keepers? do they trust them? why or why not?

Odysseus HATES the Keepers and does not trust them at all, he thinks the whole thing is stupid and he hates how they care so much about the trials over just answering his questions and letting him do the job they want him to do so he can get it over with

15) how does your mc’s story continue after 5th year? how do they cope with everything that happened with ranrok, sebastian, etc?

Sebastian is going to need a major redemption arc with Odysseus, but Ody’s story in 6th year is mainly trying to figure out how to escape his family then deciding no, he needs to take down his uncle and save his family

16) did your mc learn the unforgivables? why or why not?

He did because to him the Unforgivables are just powerful spells, he doesn’t think different until later but by then he already knows them

17) did your mc turn in sebastian? why or why not?

He did not because he did not care about Sebastian killing his uncle, it was the other stuff he had a problem with. Plus, he couldn’t do that to Ominis

18) what is your mc’s family like? do they have siblings? do they still have parents?

cracks knuckles alright buckle up buttercup. His father, Fabian, died when odyssesus was young because he was an auror and their house got attacked by dark wizards. Odysseus’s uncle Magnus became the head of the family until Ody’s brother Theodore could come of age who at the time of the game is only. Magnus already hated Ody because he was a squib, then he came out and Magnus hated him more because Odysseus being treated as a man would put Magnus’ position as head of family in danger even sooner. Ody’s mother’s name is Yvaine, she was a Lestrange before marrying into the Carrows. Ody also has three sisters, an older sister names Ambrosia who marries Professor Black’s son Cygnus, and despite being an arranged marriage they are grossly in love. Then there’s Vivian, who is 14 and a Slytherin, and little Marianna who is 9 

19) does your mc have a love interest? who is it? why did your mc fall for that character, if they do have a love interest?

At this point ody has about 734638 love interests but his main one is phillip ( @rypnami ) or maybe Poppy

20) does your mc have a favourite spell? if so, what is it and why do they like it the most?

I dont think he really has one honestly, if he did it would probably be diffindo, it’s brutal and efficeient

21) if you could change anything that the mc does in the game, what would it be? why would you change it? how would you change it? (ie; a line they say, an event of a quest, things of that nature)

MC is WAY too nice and empathetic to be Odysseus honestly but other than that not much

22) does your mc have any pets? if so, why do they have the pets they have? and for fun, what are their pets’ names?

He has a rosy boa snake named Persephone who is a massive diva and has a rivalry with Ominis over Odysseus’ attention, and a horned owl named Merlin who does not want to be here and just wants to do his job

23) when designing your mc, why did you choose the appearance you did? has it changed at all since you first made them? would you change anything now?

I wish his eyes could be a brighter purple but otherwise I like him as is. I kinda just followed my heart and clicked things till i made a pretty boy

24) where is your mc from? where is their family from?

Carrow manor is in Ireland and partially from india while his mother’s side of the family is from france

25) what is your mc’s favourite season? why is it their favourite?

Odysseus likes winter because everyone stays inside so he can go outside and get some peace and quiet

26) how about your mc’s favourite holiday? what makes it special to them?

He likes christmas because when he was a kid it was the only time he got to see Ominis and they could actually spend time together, unlike the social events they were dragged to where they had to mingle and such

27) if your mc wasn’t in their current house, where would they have been sorted? why do you think they’d be there?

He still wouldn’t be a Slytherin unfortunately for him, he would be a Ravenclaw. He learned so much about things like potions, herbology, and magic theory so he wouldnt be as much of an embarrassment and that takes a lot of cleverness

28) does your mc have a favourite childhood toy? if so, what was it? do they still have it with them?

Before he came out he had a little music box from his mother. His uncle threatened to take it but Odysseus buried it where the ancient magic hotspot was 

29) what kind of music would your mc like? is there a reason?

Classical. He will never admit this because he has a hard enough time being taken seriously as a man but he adores dancing, mainly ballet and ballroom dancing, so thats why he likes classical. He’s particularly fond of the violin

30) last but not least, just tell us something you love about your mc! 

I fucking love his eyes I wish I could make them look right in game. I will attach a picture below

[osakanone]

Sexuality is a myth, and we are legends

Also I realized why I can't be a lesbian (surely?):

Its the literature I read.

Its all terrible.

Being a girl is like being an angel, and the feeling is

"if men don't reach to the sky, am I really flying or not?" "Is it not my duty to relieve them with death?" "How could I be so kind as to ignore them?"

I don't know if that's "wow I'm into dudes" or "wow so gender" because some bizarre part of my brain has decided I can't or don't get to or deserve to one-circle or two-circle with another pair of wings banking at the speed of sound.

But lesbians dogfight. It opens with spying each-other over the horizon with brilliant electromagnetic-echolocation, gaining momentum and altitude and speed to break the sound-barrier to interrogate glimmers of whispers in the dark. All to save the effort of Valkyria lances of cyclops eyes and wax wings they bow across rockets, saving their burns to go as far and high as possible: throwing them beyond sight before immediately cranking pre-emptively to play coy as they close in the joust comes to an end.

Soon, they dance. Rarely, almost never, always beautifully, they dance.

To my understanding, the straights do close air support: Line it up, keep on straight, pickle, release, see it all happen dispassionately from a distance. A white wall of light. Next target. There is no dancing here.

Instead I'm stuck dumping rounds into men on the ground like some kind of novelty; some bizarre mythical creature. A unicorn. Something to be ashamed of, that nobody talks to their friends about.

I'm terrain masking for my own protection as a prey animal to everything: the lurching hypermasculinity of the tank. The angels above me.

I gain flight, but with some bastard mixture of vtol and lifting body effect. I have affordance like a tank. I climb. I lay. I roll. I peek, and I throw wishes at twice the speed of sound from my right arm.

I do things with my hands.

I aim at two things at once, with my ears of RWR, and my eyes of IRST and AESA. My atom heart is crying. My fingers are stimming across switches, every foot tap lurching me, rocking my whole body as if I'd sighted the incomprehensible.

I see where fairies called "missiles" are going, and I sigh swarms of rounds down before they get there: hair bristling like the hairs standing on the neck of an institutional battleship's neck, protecting it as horrors close in from unknown.

I do this as they do, as I move, effortlessly, as an individual.

I get stuff done; I build things like a mother throwing a pre-fab castle called "forward operating base" for her warrior children on holiday mornings with the camcorders rolling.

I am the all-mother, and every footstep is a lithe gong: both deafening and silent.

I put myself back together when I break. I put you back together, when you break. I am here, with you, with me. Together.

I'm Gerridae: I stride both spaces yet occupy neither.

I stand tall enough that they reach for me, but I don't stay high enough to be like the other girls.

[myarcadiandream]

My commentary on The Sign Ep. 7

-Arts forbidden love situation with Kao is so sad

-my face during the contemporary art scenes. Yeaaaah they aren’t my thing I’m sorry.

-During the art exhibition Phaya should have been standing in the back hes so tall he’s blocking the view.

-why is Dr Cha Cha slide stILL HERE MAN GO HOME THIS IS A CRIME SCENE

-Doc is LEADING THE WITNESS. No doubt making him see things when he put a hand on Arts chest.

-why ARE WE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION ABOUT AROUSAL IN FRONT OF THE INVESTIGATORS SALAD (side note I cannot get over how softly Tharn said Phayas name when he pushed him away from Doc)

-Doc is going for the THROAT man. He’s so smartly trying to discredit Phaya in both his personal and professional life.

-THIS CONVERSATION IN THE HALLWAY. someone needs to gif it now. Phaya is saying exactly what Tharn has been thinking. Phaya is braver than Tharn. He is verbally telling Tharn his fear of losing him. And Tharn just caves. There are literally tears in Tharns eyes

-I would answer any question Yai asked me in an interrogation room. I would say what he wanted to hear. Dude is fiiiiiine

-does Tharn look shorter to you? The height difference seems bigger

-please don’t touch the sex board please don’t touch the sex bo- his abilities are expanding?

-yo this convo after the interrogation is so on the nose 😅

-Tharns visions are so long now

-me thinks Tharn and Art are kindred spirits

-phaya: “I have a surprise for you” Tharn: 👀👀

-NAMAMI

-Grandma : “tell me has he ever done something funny to you?” Yeah i mean they punched eachother in the face

-Phaya just has a fucking unicorn in his art studio?

-POOL POOL POOL

-they left Billy’s beauty mark on his eyelid alone. YESSSS

-KISS KISS KISS

-Again with the purple lighting Saint CMON

-oh I cannot wait for the GIFS of this scene

-you know it’s Tharns fantasy bc Phayas got a vice grip on his neck and they’re in the shower.

-ope and we’ve slipped into Phayas fantasy. So soft.

-SHOULDER KISSES

-NO NEXT EPISODE IS THE DROWNING EPISODE NO

-But also ready for all the angst tbh

[madlad-sadgal]

Y'all know the drill at this point, and, as promised, this one's longer. Enjoy!

Nimona Spoilers!

If you go to the exact minute of 38:24, in the bottom right corner, you can see what I believe is, and correct me if I'm wrong, the polysexual flag.

The trans and rainbow pride flags in the background of the "sketchy part of town" scene.

It might just be me who hadn't noticed this, but the thing Bal uses to bandage Nimona's wound from the arrow is a piece of his cape that he ripped off and just, that's so freaking cute.

Nimona showing that she trusts Bal enough to tell him about her shapeshifting, contrary to the comic where, instead of just showing that it doesn't hurt/that she's used to the pain, she fakes that it hurts which, to me, shows that she still does not trusts Blackheart.

Nimona's "Look boss. You got betrayed by someone you trusted. It sucks. I get it." Hits a lot harder when you're re-watching the movie and you know about her backstory with Gloreth and how she was betrayed by her only friend.

Also, this is more related to the metro scene, but while they're talking after interrogating the squire, they pass by a sign that says "Verminator" with a dead rat face and a bunch of dead rats around it, so verminator is probably someone or something that kills vermin, such as rats/mice, and I felt like I saw that sign somewhere. Sure enough, if you look inside the metro when Nimona and Bal are entering it, you can see that same sign, and it's just funny when you think that at that moment, Nimona had shifted into a mouse.

Nimona and Am's "Arm-chopping is not a love language!" being funny little parallels.

Red, white and blue being colors we see a lot around them while Nimona and Ballister are arguing about if the government is something they should trust or not. Also, at the 43:50 mark, around the upper left corner, we see a red and white banner with two blue banners with white dots (stars?) on each side.

Also, at 43:38, when Bal turns to look at Gloreth's statue, we see the rainbow pride flag again with unicorns on each side at his upper right side, and that just made me giggle.

"You should be questioning everything right now. The will of Gloreth, the Institute, the wall. What's it all really for?" Nimona knows these things are built on lies and only exist to 'protect' everyone from her, but Bal doesn't and believes in these things because of the brainwashing. She is trying to subtly tell him "These things aren't to be trusted and you need to realize that." It is also something I address in this post. Also; "For protecting the realm." He's basically telling her, despite not knowing that's what he's kinda saying, that she is dangerous/a monster, and her answer of "Oh, you mean from villains like you? Or monsters, like me?" Hits SO MUCH HARDER when you realize that.

Am's eyes visibly stay stuck the sign of "A New Era of Heroes" with kid him and Bal when he and the Director fly in front of it.

Am's rant. It is relatable as fuck, the fact that you rant in your head but just say "I'm fine" to the people around you and keep everything bottled up (or maybe that's just me). Him being jealous of Bal's "new best friend". Him not asking for all the fame that comes from being a direct descendant of Gloreth and feeling pressured because of everyone's expectations. The "Arm-chopping is not a love langua-" is funny, but also sad when you realize the incredulous amount of guilt this poor man must have because of that moment that barely lasted a second. So that was my summarized rant about Am's internal rant.

Ambrosius feeling pressured by Gloreth's legacy and being her direct descendant (even though he doesn't voice it) and the Director literally saying "The blood of Gloreth runs through your veins." just seconds later pisses me off for some reason. Like, I know she can't just read his mind and know he feels pressured by that, but I also know she wouldn't care either way and would probably just tell him to "Stay strong" and I just-SKHFWJEFG

Nimona taking out a bunch of knights it no more than two seconds and in complete silence as well. Also, her mocking the director right after she says "Me!"

"Says the miscreant, whispering in his ear." The fuck are you doing then?

If Todd wasn't such an asshole, the movie would have ended so much fucking quicker. Like, I know I'm currently writing a story where he gets a redemption arc, but I still fucking hate him. Does that make sense? Giving a character you hate a redemption arc and making him nicer as well as giving him a love interest? I don't think it does, but oh well.

Also, if anyone would've taken a look at the "weapon" Todd shot, they would've seen it was a phone and would've maybe been like "Maybe he did have like a photo or video that proved his innocence? Just incase, we'll take both stories into consideration and question both sides, as we fucking should as the police/government."

This is pretty long I think, so I'm gonna stop there. Might make more if y'all like this.

[beardedmrbean]

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-67411189

Gamergate drove a male escort to attack a politician's husband. Yeah, I don't believe that even for a second. It almost feels like he was reading from a script.

A man accused of a hammer attack on ex-House Speaker Nancy Pelosi's husband has testified how he hatched a plan to end US corruption after becoming absorbed in conspiracy theories.

David DePape, 43, has pleaded not guilty to two charges including attempted kidnap of a federal official.

He cried as he testified how he hatched a bizarre plot that included wearing a unicorn costume while interrogating Ms Pelosi and posting the video online.

If convicted, he faces life in prison.

Closing arguments in the trial are expected on Wednesday.

On Tuesday, in sometimes tearful testimony, Mr DePape told the court he used to have left-wing political beliefs before a political transformation that started when he was living in a garage without a toilet or shower, playing video games for hours at a time. Giving evidence for more than an hour, he said that in the course of looking up information about video games he became interested in Gamergate, an anti-feminist campaign that targeted prominent women in the gaming world and became a huge online trend starting in 2014. He began listening to right-wing podcasters and watching political YouTube videos.

"At that time, I was biased against Trump," Mr DePape said, "but there's, like, truth there. So if there's truth out there that I don't know, I want to know it."

He said he formulated a "grand plan" that involved luring "targets" to the Pelosi home.

Inflatable unicorn costume

The names on his list included University of Michigan academic Gayle Rubin, California Governor Gavin Newsom, Tom Hanks, congressman Adam Schiff, former Vice-President Mike Pence, former Attorney General Bill Barr, Senator Bernie Sanders and liberal mega-donor George Soros.

Ultimately, Mr DePape said, he wanted to confront President Joe Biden's son Hunter, and after he got his targets to admit to corruption, he planned to ask the president to pardon everyone he considered a "criminal".

"It's just easier giving them a pardon so we can move forward as a country," he said, crying on the stand. _______________________

Article is finished under the cut, got another submission going out soon too doing this one first tho.

They need a shrink or three that don't know who he is or why they're doing it to evaluate him, because ya this is looking incredibly scripted in a way that provides a win win for both parties in the case.

Nancy gets to talk about right wing conspiracies and Pepe gets to walk on a temporary insanity defense.

Mr DePape said he went to the Pelosi home in the early hours of 28 October last year, hoping to talk to Mrs Pelosi about what he thought were false theories of Russian involvement in the 2016 presidential election.

He said he planned to wear an inflatable unicorn costume and upload his interrogation of her online. He was arrested with zip ties and duct tape in his possession.

When asked why he hit Mr Pelosi, he responded: "I reacted because my plan was basically ruined."

"He was never my target and I'm sorry that he got hurt," he said.

Mr Pelosi, 83, testified on Monday of his alarm upon waking up to find Mr DePape "standing in the doorway".

Mr Pelosi spent six days in hospital with a fractured skull and injuries to his arm and hand.

Defence lawyers are not denying that Mr DePape struck Mr Pelosi, but they are arguing he was motivated by his belief in conspiracy theories rather than Mrs Pelosi's status as Speaker of the House.

Because the charges involve assault on a federal official, prosecutors must prove that Mr DePape's actions were motivated by Mrs Pelosi's elected position.

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it's okay not to be lonely//chapter 4

zhang hao x sung hanbin

genre: angst & fluff

warnings: death, cursing, a bit suggestive

masterlist: summary | 1 | 2 | 3 pt. 1 | 3 pt. 2| 4 | 5 | 6 (final)

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chapter 4: i fell deeper for you day by day

word count: 2,283

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15th of December 2023  

Was he dating Hanbin? If someone asked Hao this question, he would most likely not have a concrete answer. Firstly, Hao wasn’t exactly the best at analyzing social cues, and Hanbin, oh, his dearest Hanbin , was tantalizing him at this point. Did they sleep together? Yes. Have they been kissing, holding hands, and staring at each other like love-sick puppies ever since then? According to Matthew – although, Hanbin was the one that relayed his best friend’s words – the last one stands, and Hao can certify for the rest. Hence, the genesis of his second predicament.  

Hanbin hasn’t asked him out. Two torturous weeks of stolen kisses before classes, secretly holding hands under the University’s cafeteria lunch tables, and longing stares that make even sunshine Matthew gag, and Sung Hanbin still hasn’t asked him out. Hao was quite simply put, restless and incredibly confused. He spent almost every waking moment analyzing every word and touch Hanbin directed at him, trying to figure out what it meant, or rather if it even meant anything.   

Hao was pretty certain that his old self would be incredulous at current Haos’ struggles. Not only had he attained a friend , he had also managed to throw himself in an endless tug of war due to said friend’s actions.  

And perhaps Hao was the one to start pulling at the strings of their friendship, slowly loosening them, but Hanbin practically yanked at them and completely untied them. This was Sung Hanbin’s fault. Beautifully stupid, idiotically nice and sweet Hanbin. But it’s okay. Hao will show him. He will show him how it feels to be constantly left waiting for something to happen, longing for –  

“Hao, are you listening?” 

Oh, the sweet devil's voice. 

Hao quickly dismissed his claims, "Me? Yes, of course I am listening." 

"Really? Because I can almost swear you've had this sort of blank stare for the past twenty minutes or so," Hanbin challenged him. 

 "Nah, I am always like that," he insisted. The day Hao admitted to his sins would be the day the world was overrun by rainbow unicorns.  

 "Whatever you say. In that case, what do you think?" 

  And show is over.  

 Hao visibly gulped, throat going dry, "I think it's a great idea." 

 Was that a squeak? He was done for. Hanbin was going to call him out on his petty lies any minute now. 

 The man across him toyed with his chips in deep concentration. What was he thinking? Was he going to actually interrogate him? Or was he perhaps mad at him?  

 Finally, Hanbin smirked, dropping one of his chips back into the plate before turning to look at Hao amused. 

 "You know what? I could tell that was a lucky guess, but I will let it slide this time." 

 "I don't take lucky guesses Sung Hanbin," Hao stubbornly declared. 

 The smirk on Hanbin's face continued to stretch across his face.  

 "Sure you don't. Perhaps next time, if you want to be more convincing leave out the squeaking. It's cute, but it doesn't solidify your arguments." 

 His face paled. That was the problem. Hanbin was too good at this game. He could read him, albeit annoyingly, perfectly. Meanwhile Hao couldn't read the other at all. He almost felt defenseless against him. He didn't exactly blame Hanbin for this though. If anything was to blame, it would be his poor social skills.  

 "You are still doing it," Hanbin crooned. 

Hao felt his cheeks blaze with fire. When will this torture ever end?  

"You are a bully," Hao pouted. 

The other man cachinnated, head falling back almost perpendicularly and hitting the neck of his chair. 

Hao just sat there in silence. Did he say something weird? What he said was definitely not that funny for the man to react like this.  

Hanbin's loud laughter steadily turned into titters. 

"You are so cute." 

Hao's ears burned, "Seriously, will you leave me alone? This is emotional abuse!" 

Hanbin gave him a sweet smile. Hao still sat there unable to find an appropriate reaction to their conversation. 

The man suddenly stood up from his chair, walking all the way to his seat. Crouching down, he placed a hand on Hao's cheek, giving him another radiant smile. 

"You drive me crazy when you act like this.", he confessed. 

Hao barely managed not to scoff at his confession. He drove him insane? What was Hanbin doing then? Hao was the victim in this situation. And as the victim, he deserved a thorough explanation and a genuine apology. 

"I do no such thing." 

Honestly, his social prowess would put any man to shame... not. 

Hanbin rolled his eyes, "Since when are you able to accurately predict and calculate my emotions?" 

Hao pursed his lips. He wanted to say something, but he feared it would turn out to sound more baseless than his last remark. 

The hand on Hao's cheek remained there almost like a constant remainder of how helpless Hao felt when it came to Hanbin. 

The man threw him one last genuine smile, before capturing his lips in a short but passionate kiss. 

Hao almost whined into the other's mouth, quickly salvaging the situation and retaining his dignity. Not that he had much of it begin with. When Hanbin pulled away, Hao had to refrain from chasing his lips. His soft, inviting, and ridiculously pink lips. Nothing was fair. Not when it involved Hanbin. 

"How are your lips so soft and pink? It isn't fair you know. I have to use oils and lip gloss to just get them to look average." 

Hanbin chuckled, "Thank you. But I think that's just your opinion.". 

Hao furrowed his eyebrows, "What makes you say that?" 

"Because I think the same when I look at or kiss yours." 

Ding ding ding! Sung Hanbin scored another point. 

Hao stared at the man in front of him astounded, mouth agape. He felt too much. Hanbin was too much, but yet he couldn’t get enough of him. 

"Come to my place tonight!" 

Hao intended for this to come out as a command, but the more he replayed the words in his head, the more he was convinced he sounded as if he was begging. 

A smirk, more vicious than the previous one, reformed on the other man's face, "And what if I don’t HaoHao?" 

He stared at him incredulously, "You-, " Hao paused, breath stuck in his throat.  

"You are such a freaking tease. You know what I want." 

Hanbin looked at him, a cheeky glint in his eyes, "Do I? Last time I checked, words are needed in order to establish proper communication. I mean I could totally misunderstand you. And then what? Who will take the blame? How will we ever restore our relationship?" 

Hao couldn't hold in the scoff anymore. 

"You are a twisted man." 

He didn't want to give in. But he knew that if he didn't give Hanbin what he wanted, he was not going to get what he so desperately needed from the latter. 

"Hanbin, my dearest, please come to my flat tonight so we can fornicate.", Hao mockingly spout out the words despite the lack of spite in his tone. 

"It's called sex." 

He rolled his eyes at the correction, "Fornication is the classy way of saying it." 

Hanbin cocked his head at him, eyes fixating on his face. Then, a few tantalising moments later, he leaned forward, whispering into Hao's ear.  

"I will make sure it's the best you've ever had." 

And just like that, Hao counted another loss. 

Hanbin was right. The sex had been the best he'd ever had. Not that he had much to compare it to admittedly, but he had spent years experimenting with his own hands to at least know a few things.  

So, Hanbin definitely knew what to do. Albeit a bit nasty to think so, Hao was for once glad that he most likely the reason for his neighbours looking absolutely wrecked the following morning. 

However, as good as the sex had been, there was still an issue looming over him. He had no idea where they stood. A hard pill to swallow, considering Hao had now slept with Hanbin twice. The latter, however, looked completely devoid of any worries or troubles. He still treated him the same, having the audacity to kiss him silly in public places and flirt with him non stop. 

It bothered him, yet he didn't do anything. 

Hao dramatically sighed looking at Hanbin from across the library. He just simply didn't understand. Were his social skills incredibly lacking? Yes. Was he deluded however? No. Or at least he hoped so. He vehemently wished for Hanbin to make a move. Any move. Preferably one that involved clearing up their status, so Hao could finally rest easy. 

Three weeks ago, it was his rebellious neighbours keeping him up till the early hours of the morning. Now it was Sung Hanbin and his choice of ruthless tactics. 

And Hao couldn't exactly outright ask him. The steps he had taken to let Hanbin in his life were quite humongous and quite tentatively executed. He had sacrificed years of strict solitude to allow for the other boy to enter his life. He couldn't just let Hanbin get away with this. No, he had to- 

"I can't tell if you are squinting so hard to make Hanbin disappear or trying to communicate telepathically with him," a voice interrupted his violent train of thoughts. 

Hao turned to glare at the offensive intruder before realising it was Matthew. 

"I wasn't staring. You just have bad eyesight," Hao rectified. 

Matthew blinked his eyes, "Hanbin didn't mention you having so much wit." 

Hao jumped in his seat, "Hanbin talks about me?" 

"Erm, you are all he talks about lately, " Matthew scratched the back of his head awkwardly, probably realising the mistake had made in admitting that. 

Oh, well... what a shame , Hao thought. 

"Is he okay with you spilling these details to me?" 

Matthew shrugged, "Meh, who knows. But I've known Hanbin for years now and he won't admit any of this to you." 

Hao's brain glitched, "Are you sure? Because all this man ever does is admit to things that make me second guess my every living moment." 

Matthew laughed, "Man, you truly are funny. I can see why our Hanbin likes you so much." 

Hao choked on his spit, "Is that also something he professed?" 

"No, but I can tell. Childhood friends, remember? I know when Hanbin likes someone." 

"Right," Hao hesitated, "Your friend isn't exactly showcasing this type of feelings though." 

That seemed to intrigue Matthew because he suddenly looked more serious, focused even. 

"What do you mean?" 

Why was Hao again opening up to a stranger? Sure, Matthew was Hanbin's best friend. Not exactly a stranger per se. Nevertheless, Hao had never spoken to the guy up until this very conversation, and since he was Hanbin's best friend, nothing guaranteed confidentiality on Matthew's end.  

Yet, he felt like he would sooner than later erupt if he didn't speak to someone about this. So, he opened his big mouth and spilled everything to the man next to him. 

"Well, let's see. We kiss, hold hands, constantly flirt with each other, or more like he flirts with me while I sit and stare like a duck, and oh, did I mention that we've had sex. Twice." 

Matthew gawked at him, "No way." 

"Yes, so can you tell me why your best friend can't just confess to me and get on with it already?", Hao's voice raised with every word. 

The librarian across the room turned to glare at him, firey eyes serving as a silent warning. 

Matthew frowned, seemingly in deep concentration. Placing his elbow on the desk, he placed his left hand on his jaw while his fingers tapped against the apples of his cheeks. Finally, he twisted his head towards Hao’s direction. 

"You know, Hanbin might look confident, but he is actually very shy and reserved. I understand this might sound crazy, but I wouldn't be surprised if he thought you were reciprocating out of pity or need." 

It was Hao's turn to gawk at Matthew.  

"That sounds imbellic. Not to overshare, but before our first time I practically told him I loved him." 

Matthew chewed on his lips, "I know. But Hanbin is dense. I am not kidding. You have no idea how many times I've seen people try to flirt with him only for him to think that they are just being friendly. Hanbin is completely oblivious to other people's feelings because he doesn't think he is someone worth of all the attention." 

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Hao asked, genuinely curious. 

Matthew drew out a deep sigh, "Because I can tell he likes you a lot and I finally want to see him happy with someone. Also, it's surprisingly easier to talk to you about this than him. Maybe this is my problem though." 

Hao didn't entirely understand what Matthew meant with that last comment, but he chose to ignore it.  

"So you think I should confess to him?" 

His seatmate nodded in approval.  

"I think that's the easiest way, yes. Unless you want to drag this out longer." 

Hao's eyes turned into saucers, "Nope! Absolutely not. I cannot take any more of this man's nonsense." 

Matthew gave him a sly smile, "Yeah, I doubt Hanbin will stop acting the way he does. He loves to tease. The more interested he is in someone, the worse it gets." 

Hao fell back in his seat in defeat, "Great." 

There was just no winning when it came to Sung Hanbin, was there?  

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A/N:

And I am back! This time a bit faster than last time if I must say so. I was very unsure of this chapter hence why I delayed releasing it. It had been literally sitting in my drafts for almost a month before I convinced myself that I needed to edit it and finally update the story. We are now almost reaching the end of this story so I just wanted to quickly thank everyone who has read so far. I genuinely appreciate every single one of you. I will continue to write more stories in the future and, hopefully, continue improving as an amateur writer. Also, I have been thinking about whether I should tease what my next story will be about. I quickly came to the realization, however, that I have many ideas. Of course, none of which I have written anything for, but still… Sadly, I won't be doing this today, but I promise the tease/summary of my next fic will be included in the final chapter of it's okay not to be lonely. As mentioned, I have not started writing for this story yet, but it will definitely be a few chapters long like this one and a bit on the darker side (This one is honestly a child's read compared to what's coming.) Along with the summary, I will also announce the release date for it and maaaaaaybe the title. As for the next chapter of it's okay not to be lonely, it is already in the works and you all better be prepared for a small storm. As always, comments/kudos are much appreciated. Until next time! -Jina

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Full Moon - Chapter 1

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Full Moon

Chapter 1

Marinette stretched her back, the now dull pops echoing in the safe room she was in. Marinette carefully gathered the remains of her clothes and knocking on her side of the door. A moment later, her mother opened the door and gently handed her some new clothes.

“How are you feeling?” Asked Sabine, as Marinette got dressed, “I’m sure the school will understand if you want to take another day off.”

“It’s alright, Maman,” Said Marinette, shrugging her blazer on and carefully checking to see if her wand was still in her pocket, “I need to catch up on my schoolwork as much as possible.”

Sabine sighed, “Okay, but if anything happens, I want you to come home.”

Marinette nodded, before grabbing her bag and heading across the road to Dupont. Dupont was a day school under the jurisdiction of Beauxbatons Academy. Ever since the second war, the wizarding had gone through many changes, though some were better received tham others. Such as the new approach to werewolves, Durmstrang, Koldovstoretz and Beauxbatons refused to admit werewolves as students or as members of staff.

That particular problem concerned Marinette the most, considering her condition. Marinette had been bitten by Fenrir Greyback when she was three and her status as a werewolf was her closely guarded secret. Not even Alya knew, and she knew practically everything. Marinette quickly ducked into the school, relaxing as she did.

It took Marinette a moment to realise that everyone was staring at her. Some glared at her as if she’d killed a member of their family, others looked scared of her, and another group was stared at her with pity in their eyes.

Marinette didn’t think anything of it until she reached her homeroom. Everyone had been talking until she walked in.

“Hi, guys,” Said Marinette, dropping her bag next to her seat and walking up the stairs, “is everything alright?”

Alya and Nino shared a look, before Alya went to speak, “Lila kinda told us something and we don’t really know if it’s true.”

Marinette drew near to Nathaniel. After a tense moment, Nathaniel jerked back and snarled “Don’t come any closer werewolf!”

Marinette froze, her eyes going wide.

“Nathaniel!” Snapped Alya, glaring at the boy.

“What?! She’s a monster! Werewolves don’t belong in our society!” Growled Nathaniel, everyone focused on the pair, not noticing Marinette run out of the room.

“No one asks to be a Werewolf!” Exclaimed Alya, as Nino winced and tried to put as much space between himself and Nathaniel.

“That doesn’t change the fact that her kind are dangerous.” Retorted Nathaniel, folding his arms across his chest.

“And what’d be your reaction is Marc was a werewolf?” Asked Alya, making Nathaniel freeze.

Alya frowned at the boy, before turning to look at Marinette. Only to find that she was gone.

“Shit, Marinette!” Yelled Alya, running out of the room.

Marinette rushed back home, the world becoming a blur around her. Marinette burst through the Bakery’s doors, where Mendeleiev was interrogating her parents, making her parents look at her. Mendeleiev followed their gaze and sneered, “Oh, good, it’s here.”

Mendeleiev stalked up to Marinette and held her hand out, “The wand.”

Marinette shakily reached into her bag and pulled out her wand, 10 ½ inches, Willow with a Unicorn Tail hair core, and handed it to Mendeleiev. The older woman all but snatched the wand from Marinette, before snapping it in half.

“You have a week to leave the city, if you dare chose to remain, you will be dealt with.” Snarled Mendeleiev, before leaving.

Tom snarled, as he marched up to the door, flipped the sign to closed and locked the doors, “That narrow minded bitch.”

“Tom.” Said Sabine, as Marinette dissolved into tears.

Tom sighed, before moving close to Marinette, “Marinette, none of this is your fault.”

“Y-y-y-y-yes it-t-t i-i-is.” Sobbed Marinette, “e-e-e-e-everyone k-k-k-knows.”

Tom pulled Marinette into his arms, as Marinette broke even further.

FM

Alya looked around the rest of the students, trying to spot Marinette. Principal Damocles stood on the stage, talking quietly with D’Argencourt and Mdm. Bustier. Mendeleiev entered the hall, looking smug.

“Alright, everyone, settle down.” Said Damocles, waving his hands in an attempt to get everyone to be quiet.

“QUIET!” Yelled Mdm. Bustier, making everyone go silent.

“Before we have our guest speak, I have to inform you that a student has been expelled from our school, due to an unreported condition that put the student body at risk.” Said Damocles, making the woman with frizzy, brown hair tied into a braid frown.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a werewolf.” Said Mendeleiev, making the students start muttering again.

“Excuse me.” Said the guest, frowning, “Are you really expelling a student because of something outside of their control?”

“It’s our school.” Sneered Mendeleiev, getting a piercing glare from the guest.

“Coming from a suspected Death Eater, I think you can excuse my scepticism.” Retorted the woman, “However, every child, no matter their blood status, ailments, conditions or wealth is entitled to an education.”

“Madame Granger, please,” Damocles quietly begged.

“No, what you’ve done is wrong, legally, morally and emotionally,” Snapped Granger, turning her glare from Mendeleiev to Damocles, “any child that has been expelled from your school under dubious circumstances has a right to learn about the Wizarding World, whether you like it or not.”

Granger cast a glare around, before striding out of the hall.

FM

Hermione looked around the immediate area of the school, Mendeleiev was holding a broken wand and she’d heard that the girl had run home after she was outed as a werewolf, so when the girl lived had to be within reasonable walking distance. She walked past the bakery’s doors, before freezing and backtracking. Hermione stared at the sign, she’d been in Paris for three weeks, working hard on wearing the French Minister for Magic down enough for him to at least consider the magical creatures equality bill, and the Bakery in front of her had a very tight schedule. 5 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. it was open, 11:30 a.m. to 12 p.m. it was closed for lunch and restocking. 12 p.m. to 8 p.m. it was open, with some staff manning it to 10:30 p.m. while the owners and their daughter had dinner and relaxed at the end of the day.

Hermione stared at the door, before glancing around and withdrawing her wand. She tapped it on the locked doors and quietly let herself into the bakery, making sure to lock the doors again behind her.