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jadethest0ne · 3 years

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In need of Refueling, Chapter 10 - Extinguished

Summary: “You?! Why would I trust you? You have brought me nothing but failure. Time and time again; nothing but disappointment!”

His father’s words might have been a result of his possession by the White Bone Spirit, but whether or not they were his true thoughts, Red Son vows to prove them wrong. To do so he seeks to attain a power strong enough to destroy his father’s immortal enemy. After all, he’d much rather throw fire at his problems.

Word Count: 2060

Ratings/Warnings: Teen and up; injury, burns, angst and hurt/comfort, toxic thoughts caused by toxic parents, panic attacks, abuse

Notes: Start of Act 2 of this fic ;3

Credits: Big thanks to @painted-arachnid and @simplyfornardo for helping me bounce ideas off of them. And also thanks to @lemonsqueazie for providing me with “Journey to the West” lore. I don’t know much about the original novel or other iterations, but I still tried to keep some things compliant with the lore. You should check all of them out, since they’re really great content creators with neat ideas!

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The world is hazy and hot, as if the heat is distorting the world around him. And yet Red Son feels ice in his heart, reaching out from his center like slowly forming cracks on a frozen lake. He looks up to see his father, looking at him with disappointment. He shakes his head and turns his back to him. Red Son reaches out his hand and calls to his father. He made a mistake, messed everything up, but that doesn’t mean that his father would leave him. Would he? A desperate ache takes hold of his chest and squeezes the words forming in his throat as he tries to call out. The distorted world blurs into something unrecognizable and covers Red Son in darkness.

Red Son slowly becomes aware of things little by little at first - the scent of something herbal, something soft and fuzzy brushing against his cheek. But a sting of pain or shiver running up his spine wipes the sensations away like smudged marker on a whiteboard.

Eventually he gets frustrated at the lack of coherency that his surroundings are giving him. There’s an itch tickling the area where his ear meets his neck, so he focuses on that and tries to pull himself into consciousness. A pounding headache greets him, and a feeling of being weighed down makes the process slow. He might’ve fallen asleep and woken up again in his attempts. It’s hard to tell. He tries to move his head, and both the headache and the tickling sensation becomes stronger. He focuses on the latter sensation, its annoyance being the fuel he needs to wake him up further. He tries to move to scratch the itch, but something stops his left arm. It feels tied down and won’t move from its position on his chest. A throb stabs at him in both his arm and his sides when he tries to force it to move.

He lets out a pained groan and finally opens his eyes. Though the room he is in is not particularly lit, the light that shines through some windows causes him to squint at the glint of sun. A shiver trembles through his body and despite the light hurting his eyes, he wishes the sun would cast its rays on him more directly because he realizes he is freezing. That is despite the heavy blankets that are pulled over him, which he now understands to be the cause of the weighed down sensation he was feeling. He is laying down in a bed in an unknown location. He blinks and looks around the room he is in. It’s bathed in blues, with some green plants dotted around the place giving it an almost sea-garden feel. And it is filled with cats. A couple bold ones that were laying on the edge of the bed he is in get up and inch towards him.

The feeling of being observed by the cats and the dawning that he does not know where he is jolts him awake suddenly and he shifts to sit up. A vicegrip squeezes around his arm and chest in this motion. He’s hurt. He groans loudly and hunches over slightly holding his middle with his free hand. He notices that his right hand is bandaged, and the left arm is wrapped in something stiff with a secondary cloth strapping it to his body, making his left arm and shoulder practically immobile. Most of his exposed skin seems to have bandages as well. What happened? Flashes of the confrontation he had with The Monkey King and then his father sweep across his vision. His father attacked him. Hurt him. No, it wasn’t his father’s fault, it was his own fault. His father had been overcome by the very fire he wielded. He tugs at his shirt with his free hand, anxiously. The fabric feels wrong and he further notices that he is not in his usual clothes and is instead in what looks like a loose pinkish-red robe. He was put in different clothes?

A curious meow snaps Red Son’s attention away from his thoughts. One of the cats, a blueish one with a red tuft of fur on its head, had gotten very close to him. He pulls away and yelps, partially in surprise, and partially in pain. The cat, likewise does a little jump, and walks back a few steps before yowling much more loudly behind its shoulder.

Its call seemingly summons someone, as a booming voice yells from another room, “Coming, Mo! Is he awake?!”

Red Son sucks a breath in as a very large, blue-skinned man with a bright orange mohawk steps into view. He recognizes him as one of the Noodle Boy’s companions. It’s the giant blue one, who is very muscular, with hands that look like they could easily wrap around his head and crush him. He’d never come up against this man in a close fight and didn’t know what he was capable of, but he didn’t want to stick around to find out. Instinct pushes him to bolt.

He scrambles the best he can with one free arm and a stiff and injured body to the side of the bed farthest away from the man. He can hear him saying something about ‘Don’t move or you’ll make your injuries worse,’ but he paid them no attention. He hears the large footsteps come closer and he desperately tries to get out of bed. His bare feet touch a too cold floor and another shiver wracks through his body, hitting every sore spot on the way. When he tries to put weight on his legs, they jiggle, and between that and what feels like a knife stabbing at his right ankle it causes his knees to buckle and he falls to the floor in a painful heap.

“Oh dear,” comes the voice of the Blue One as Red Son hears him shift around the bed.

He has to get up! Red Son ignores the pounding in his head and grits his teeth, as he uses the leverage of the bed to right himself. But his feet do not listen to him, and all he can do is push himself farther into the small space between the bed and the wall. The only escape on the end of the bed has been filled in by the hulking form of his enemy. “Let me help.” The large blue skinned man reaches out to Red Son, who shrinks back.

He’s hurt and can’t stand, can barely move, and being backed up between the bed and the wall, he has the distinct feeling of being cornered. His whole body is trembling in a way that he can’t stop as the world seems to box him in. He pushes his back against the wall, wishing he could just disappear into it, and squints his eyes shut. With as much strength he can muster he yells, trying to keep the fear and desperation out of his voice, “DON’T TOUCH ME!”

A moment passes. When no presence is felt, he cautiously opens his eyes and looks up. He is surprised to see that his shout was heeded and that the large man has pulled his hands away. The man has a look of almost hurt, and a bit of pity on his face. Red Son appreciates neither.

“I’m sorry,” says the Blue One. “I just wanted to make sure you’re not hurt.”

Red Son breathes for a moment, looking the large man up and down. He has knelt down in the gap between the bed and the wall, still blocking Red Son’s exit, but leaving him ample space so that the room feels less oppressive.

“H-hurt…?” Red Son says around a tremble. “O-of course I’m hurt! Don’t you see the bandages, you buffoon!” He tugs absently at the blanket that is hanging part-way off the bed.

“Well, yes I suppose that is a given. I-uh I’m the one who bandaged you. Your other shirt was kinda ripped up so I gave you a spare robe. I hope that’s okay…?” the Blue One says, almost sheepishly.

Red Son manages to tug the blanket off of the bed and pulls it around himself as best he can in the somewhat cramped space. “Well, you could’ve given me something warmer, do you always keep your little shack so freezing cold?!” he says with a sneer, while trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

The man looks almost surprised and looks like he’s about to contradict, but instead says, “Are you cold? I could get you some warm tea to drink!”

Before Red Son can respond, the man sweeps out of the room leaving him to sit there, with his mouth partially hanging open.

Red Son wonders what his plan is. What was the big guy up to? He supposes he could just leave if he wanted. If he could actually stand that is. He looks around and some other curious cats have started crowding around him.

“Go away!” he yells at them angrily. At his yell, he notices something is off. Normally during his outbursts, his hair would flair up. That reminded him of the tickling sensation from earlier. He moves his hand to the itchy spot and finds that his hair is there. Lying flat against his head and draped over his shoulders and down his back. No longer in its usual pony-tail and flickering with his emotions. Before he can dwell on that, the Blue One has entered the room again.

“Now now, kitties, he doesn’t like it when you get too close, so give him space,” the Blue One admonishes the cats. They weave in between his legs, and the man gracefully balances his form around them while carrying a teapot and mug. He places the mug on a tray, and scoots the tray across the floor to Red Son, careful to not get close.

Red Son eyes the green liquid and the blue man, and cautiously picks up the mug. But instead of taking a sip, he holds it close to him, greedily trying to embrace the warmth.

And that’s when he notices something strange again.

Red Son can’t feel it.

Yes, he can physically feel the cup and the heat on his skin with his hands wrapped around it. But he can’t feel the warmth. Not really. Not with his powers. Not with his whole self. He can’t feel the ebb and flow of the steam that wafts out of the tea. Nor the pulsing of the energy from the warm liquid.

He tries to reach out with his powers and interact with the heat. Pull it in, make it stronger, do something, but he realizes that he can’t. Nothing happens. Shakily taking in a breath, he tries to activate his flames. He commands sparks to dance on his fingers. They do not. He squints his eyes and tries to make his hair flare up like it usually does with his abilities. But instead it continues to lay limply on his shoulders. He attempts to conjure heat from his center in hopes of warming himself up. But it doesn’t work.

He is cold. He feels empty. And it is as if a part of him is cut off from a section of the world that he used to participate in.

He can’t do anything.

He swallows thickly and grinds his teeth. His breaths pick up and his shoulders shudder. He holds the cup in a white-knuckled grip, before angrily throwing it across the floor. Even that motion has no real power behind it, and the mug thunks anticlimactically on the ground, chipping the edge slightly and causing the still warm liquid inside to dribble out lazily across the floor. He sees the steam and is reminded that that is all he can do. Only watch. Not control.

The blue stranger fusses about the spilt liquid and goes about cleaning it up, but Red Son pays him no mind. Instead, he pulls at the blankets around him and buries his face in the covers. It’s too much. The cold. The pain. The deep loss suddenly consuming him. His head feels fuzzy, and his chest is stabbed with pain with each shuddering, fast-paced breath. These sensations buzz together until they take over his entire being and everything becomes void.

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#inor #in need of refueling #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fanfic #fanfiction #red son #sandy #injury #recovery #panic attacks #my writing #jadethest0ne

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cancerbiophd · 4 years

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PhD Dissertation Masterpost of Advice and Resources*

*or at least what helped me when I was writing mine for a PhD in Cancer Biology in the US--so they may not apply to other fields and/or countries.

Firstly, what a PhD Dissertation and Defense process is like (for my program)

Always check your university’s graduate college’s dissertation formatting and guidelines. That should be your #1 rulebook to work off of. Download their formatting guide and read it thoroughly. Before turning in your dissertation, make sure you’ve addressed all the requirements.

Get a sample from a previous student as reference, preferably one from your program, or even better, your lab. All dissertations are publicly available online at your university’s library (with the exception of those with embargoes). Always have an example on hand--you never know when it’ll come in handy for minor formatting details, or even references (if it’s a dissertation from your own lab).

Familiarize yourself with whatever writing program you’re going to use, and if it can do any of the formatting automatically for you. For example, Microsoft Word can make a Table of Contents for you if you use their Automated Styles, and you can use the Navigation Pane to view all your sections at a glance (and jump instantly to that section). I highly recommend figuring out all the formatting before you start writing, as it may be really frustrating to go back and fix things (especially if you’re doing this on the due date). Scroll down to the end of this post for formatting resources.

I think the ideal timeline is one month per chapter, give or take a few weeks depending on how much you have done beforehand and how much time you have per day to allocate to writing. There will be a lot of back-and-forth edits with your advisor, you may find out there are missing data that need analyzing/finalizing, etc. Your last month or so of writing may have to be dedicated 100% to your dissertation, so plan accordingly. I have heard many PhD’s tell me to even start a year out, because you may be busy your last couple of months with job interviews, or even starting your new job, etc.

Export your images as .png if possible or your document will become too large.

Use a citation manager, if you don’t have one already, such as Mendeley.

Also have a way to keep track what each reference is about, especially for the Introduction as that may require some new additions (ie. things you learned in class or lab meeting but never actually had to chase down a primary reference for). You can use Excel, Word, or good ol’ fashioned printouts in subject binders--anything that helps you remember what the paper is about what. I ended up citing over 400 references in my dissertation--that was a lot of papers to keep track of!

As with any large writing project, make an outline first. This way you can better structure everything from a bird’s eye view, and make sure you’re not missing anything. Just like building a house, you need to set up the frames first before the drywall. The outline to my Introduction was 5 pages long before I even wrote the first complete sentence, and the outline also helped me not feel too overwhelmed with the task before me (likewise, I also started off each paragraph with a brief outline of the points I wanted to cover. It worked really well in getting rid of writer’s block)

Have a separate folder for each chapter, to keep things better organized and easier to manage. I didn’t put everything together in a single file until the very end.

And always back up your files, or work entirely off a Cloud-based system, like Dropbox or Box (which your university may provide for free). There’s absolutely nothing worse than losing allll your hard work, especially your Dissertation!

Set aside at least 1 hour before your Dissertation is due to your committee for last minute issues, like formatting, uploading, etc.

If you’re in the Bio field, I highly recommend making your figures using Biorender.com. It honestly saved me so much time, and it took my dissertation and defense to a whole new level of professionalism. It’s free to use for students, though the paid student version ($35/mo) has more features.

Links to other resources:

University of Michigan guide for using Microsoft Word for Dissertations

Dissertation templates (with build-in-instructions) from Duke University (scroll down to end of page) (thanks @conquerorwurm for this one)

Making an outline from Sacred Heart University

More about making an outline for Dissertations

Other tips on surviving this challenging time:

Write smart, not hard. Use your energy and creativity levels wisely. For example, I found out I was really great at synthesizing thoughts (and thus words on the document) in the morning, but not so much at night. So I did most of my writing in the morning, and then reserved evenings for making figures and adding references (aka things that required less brain-energy).

Take breaks! This is definitely a marathon, so please try not to push yourself too hard to prevent burning out. Here’s what my writing schedule looked like 1 week before my dissertation was due to my committee--you can see I worked hard, but I also had lots of breaks throughout the day to eat and/or recharge, and I tried to sleep 7-8 hrs/night.

The moment you think you can’t do something alone, seek out a resource that will help you. There’s no time or energy to waste. Resources include: your advisor, another lab member, a university writing center, online tutorials, even other grad students on tumblr. No one else has written a dissertation on their own, so you shouldn’t have to either.

Have a support system, like another fellow student going through something similar who you can talk to. It helps so much to not be lonely during this.

Have something fun planned after you turn in your dissertation and after you defend to look forward to. Sometimes all that was left to get me through the tough and frustrating moments was the thought of all my plans post-defense: going to my favorite used bookstore, reading for fun again, relaxing and watching movies, and more. Small things, but oh so powerful to keep me going sometimes.

You will get through this. I know it’s hard. I know how close to tears you are. But I also know you will survive. Remember all those tough times in the past? Like when you were studying for your qualifying exams? Or writing and re-writing that grant application for what seemed like the 500th time? Those were some tough times, but you got through them all. And so you will also get through this.

And lastly, but probably most importantly:

Do what works for you. You haven’t made it this far in your academic career without a solid understanding of your own working style, so stick to that. My advice is just what happened to work for me, personally, and thus may not apply to anyone else.

Good luck, and congratulations, soon-to-be Dr!

#grad advice #writing advice

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yogaadvise · 4 years

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This 15-Minute Yoga-Inspired Workout Will Blast Your Core Into Serious Shape

Have you ever before listened to the stating, 'Abs are made in the cooking area, not the gym'? While that might hold true - considering you need to lose general body fat in order to see meaning in your abdominals - the claiming equally as well may be 'Abs are made on the yoga mat!' Practicing yoga can benefit your body in lots of ways - it is clinically confirmed to decrease anxiety, move lymphatic liquid, and increase metabolic process. All of those points add to assisting you lose body fat, particularly in the stomach location. Mostly all yoga presents strengthen your back as well as core muscles since yoga exercise needs equilibrium, however you can most definitely target your midsection with the best yoga routine.

How Yoga Slims Your Core

Claiming that yoga exercise can assist you get a 6 pack may appear crazy, but there is scientific research to back it up. Many people obtain weight around their belly since of stress. In a research finished by Yale University, researchers discovered that stress and anxiety is specifically wonderful at creating individuals (especially women) to keep fat around the centrally situated organs. This is because of the tension hormone, cortisol. Cortisol exposure raises the natural fat content in humans and also animals - that is the sort of fat that is tough to shed and also collects at the waist and also hips.

Some people are much more prone to cortisol release than others, and that may have something to do with vagal tone. Yet, fortunately is that yoga can enhance your vagal tone and also make you a lot more resistant towards anxiety in time. In short, that indicates that exercising yoga can in fact aid you drop weight and keep it off for longer, getting you out of the stress-related weight gain cycle. And to cover it off, many yoga exercise courses can be found free of cost online, so you do not need to drive to health club or spend for costly memberships.

Compiled listed below is 15-minute yoga exercise that will certainly blast your core into significant form! If you want a longer workout, you can always do it more than once or perform dual the reps on each pose.

Warm-Up With Sun Salutations

Before you jump right in to your ab workout, you want to make certain you are effectively heated up. You can heat up however you like, it simply depends how much time you have. For example, you can take a 1-hour stroll, run for thirty minutes, do 15 mins of jump-roping, or jump on a trampoline for 15 mins. If you like to have a complete yoga exercise exercise, one of the most effective methods to heat up is with Sun Salutations.

And do not let the name fool you - lots of people assume they can only practice Sun Salutations in the morning, and also while there are some wonderful benefits to that, the fact is that you can exercise them any kind of time of day! Sun Salutations are stimulating as well as can get you breath and body in sync, also simply one or two rounds is a pick-me-up that really feels comparable to a mug of coffee. Right here's just how it's done:

Sun Salutation A (Surya Namakar A)

Tadasana-- Standing Mountain Pose

Stand at the front of your floor covering with your feet hip-width apart. Press your palms with each other at your breast bone in prayer placement. Take a couple of deep breaths.

Urdhva Hastasana-- Higher Salute

Inhale as you raise your arms bent on the sides and over your listened to. Delicately arch your back and also stare toward the sky.

Uttanasana-- Standing Forward Fold

Exhale as you fold up ahead from the hips. Bend your knees to take the pressure off your hamstrings.

Ardha Uttanasana-- Fifty Percent Standing Ahead Fold

Inhale as you lift your upper body midway, lengthening your spine forward. You can position your hands on your shins or on the floor, depending on your flexibility.

Chaturanga Dandasana-- Four-Limbed Staff Pose

Exhale as you tip or leap back right into Slab Posture. Lower right into Chaturanga (keeping elbow joints tucked to your sides) and drop your knees if needed.

Urdhva Mukha Svanasana-- Upward-Facing Pet Dog Pose

Inhale as you sweep your upper body forward as well as extend your arms. Attract your shoulders back as well as raise your heart to the sky. If you push through the top of your feet it will certainly help engage your legs.

Adho Mukha Svanasana-- Downward-Facing Pet Pose

Exhale as you lift your hips and also come into Downward Dealing with Pet Present. Bend your knees if you need to as well as make certain your press with your hands. Feel the size in your spin as you attract your hips towards the sky.

Ardha Uttanasana-- Fifty Percent Standing Onward Fold

Inhale as you tip or jump both feet in between your hands. Lift your upper body midway, so that your back is flat. Your hands pertain to your shins or the floor.

Uttanasana-- Standing Forward Fold

Exhale as well as launch your torso over your thighs. Arms can suspend towards your floor covering or your can fold them under your head. Let the upper body release.

Urdhva Hastasana-- Upward Salute

Inhale as you raise your arms bent on the sides as well as over your listened to. Carefully curve your back as well as gaze toward the sky.

Tadasana — Mountain Pose

Exhale as you come back into Mountain Pose. Feet needs to be hip-width apart. Press your palms together at your breast bone in prayer setting. Take a few deep breaths. Repeat as required to cozy up.

Yoga-Inspired Core Workout

Now that you are heated up, it's time to target your core. Here are the postures to get you in the zone:

Setu Bandha Sarvangasana-- Bridge Pose

This pose activates the glutes in addition to the abdominals. Make sure you bring your tummy in as tight as you can to sustain your reduced back while doing this exercise.

Lay on your yoga mat.

Bend your knees and also bring your feet as close to your rest bones as possible.

Exhale, press into your feet, and lift your tailbone upwards so that your butt comes off the floor.

Repeat this activity for 8-10 breaths, inhaling with the upward activity and also breathing out with the release.

Supta Matsyendrasana-- Supine Twist Pose

While this position is typically thought about an unwinding one, you can perform it at a quicker pace to turn on the oblique muscle mass. As an included benefit, this posture is terrific for digestion so it can aid decrease stomach bloating.

Lay on your yoga mat.

Bend your right knee and also cross it over your body towards the floor.

Keep your shoulders square and also glued to the floor.

Exhale to deepen the twist.

Upon launch, inhale while you switch legs and also breathe out to stretch the opposite side.

Perform for 10 breaths total.

Paripurna Navasana-- Watercraft Pose

When you think of poses that assistance trigger the core, this one is a no-brainer! If required, you can customize this present by flexing the knees and also keeping them reduced to the ground. Simply see to it your emphasis gets on triggering your core, as well as try your finest not to place excessive stress in the neck as well as shoulders.

Begin in a seated placement with knees curved and hands at your hips.

Keep your spine straight as well as raise your legs off the ground.

Draw your reduced back in as well as raise your chest.

Extend your arms along your sides with hands facing each other.

Focus on keeping your body in a 'V' shape.

Say for 5 breaths or more if you are able.

Marjaryasana — Cat/Cow Pose

The key to activating your core in this posture is to grab the rate! Likewise, make certain you are drawing your reduced belly up and also in to protect your reduced back.

Start in a tabletop position.

Begin with Cow Pose - breathe in to drop your core in the direction of the mat and also raise your gaze upwards.

Draw your shoulder blades away from your ears.

Exhale as well as relocate right into Cat Pose - attract your stomach to your back as well as round your back in the direction of the ceiling.

Let your head reach down to the flooring but don't let it hang, maintain the top body active.

Repeat this series 10-20 times.

High Plank/Side Plank/Upward Plank Rotations

Everyone knows planks are fantastic for your abdominal muscles along with your arms and back! Simply this workout alone will assist tone your body, and enhance your back to make sure that you are much less most likely to obtain harmed doing everyday motions.

Begin in High Plank with your feet somewhat separated as well as your hands shoulder width apart. Drop your knees if it is also intense, but also do not hesitate to push yourself. Slabs are a lot more mental than anything!

Shift your body to the left or right, whichever you prefer to do. All of your weight will certainly relocate to one side as you come into a Side Plank. This can be simplified by going down the bottom leg to the floor.

Hold side space for 2-3 breaths, then roll back for Upward Plank. In this present your arms hold your body up, facing the ceiling.

From right here, present right into Side Slab (on the opposite side this moment), hold for 2-3 breaths, and return to High Plank.

Kakasana — Crow Pose

After a round of slabs, you are all set for Crow Posture! For this one, you might desire a couple of yoga exercise props, especially a yoga block and also a blanket. If you have actually never ever done Crow Position in the past, do not hesitate! It could indicate falling over a few times, yet that becomes part of the joy of yoga exercise - attempting and also improving with time. Also if you can not strike the posture flawlessly, you will certainly enhance your body in the procedure of trying.

Begin in a low squat with the yoga exercise covering folded at the front of your mat. If you are a newbie, begin your squat in addition to the yoga exercise block like a little bird on a perch.

Bring your hands (shoulder width apart) to the yoga floor covering as well as change your weight right into your fingertips.

As you lift your feet up, put your knees into the underarm as well as balance your knees on a little bent elbows. If you are terrified of dropping, you can also position a yoga exercise block under your forehead for support.

Remember, you elbows are like a little rack for your legs! This will aid you maintain stable in the pose.

To appeared, jump the legs back into a plank pose.

Savasana and Meditation

Do not neglect, despite the fact that this is technically a 'yoga exercise workout,' the secret to lengthy term fat burning around the waistline is to minimize tension! Even after you practice a core exercise similar to this one, you must take a minute or 2 for Remains Posture (Savasana) as well as a fast meditation.

If you have problem laying down for Remains Pose as well as feel also restless to relax, try placing an eye pillow over your eyes and also establish a timer for 1-2 minutes. Bring your emphasis to your breath and also simply let every little thing go. This is an outstanding method to promptly lower stress and anxiety, and change your body out of fight-or-flight mode so that you aren't releasing any even more cortisol. And also, if you have the time, adhere to up your final resting position with a quick assisted meditation. This will likewise help you reduced stress levels and also stay wonderful and also fit!

#Hatha Yoga #hot yoga #kundalini yoga #meditation #vinyasa yoga #yoga #yoga for beginners #yoga routine

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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♆ Yandere (Ringo Noyamano) You’ll See

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,172 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Ringo ☁

World: Air Gear ☁

Prompt: #2: ”It’s for your safety. You’ll see.” ☁

Author’s Note: This was requested for the Yandere Set! If you’d like to request your own, please see my post [here] to check and see which are available~ I had to research this one because it’s been so damn long since I last watched Air Gear xD

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You had never really been into Air Trecks, though you did enjoy hanging out at the park and watching the riders as they had fun, especially your girlfriend, Ringo. She had always been such a gorgeous girl in your eyes, but when she was skating, she turned into a goddamn goddess. This is the main reason you decided to try it out for yourself, though the constant bugging from Ikki and crew were also factors in this decision.

When you told Ringo that you wanted to get into Air Trecks and had saved up enough to buy a pair, she did her best to persuade you against the idea, giving you an entire two-page list of why you shouldn’t do so, but your mind had been made up, much to her great displeasure.

Ringo ran a hand through her burgundy hair in frustration as she sat in her desk. Her hair had gotten quite long since starting her second year of high school, easily reaching past her butt. She used to always keep her hair in twin tails, but ever since you told her how beautiful she looked with her hair down, she had since abandoned the previous style.

You shifted in the desk in front of her, resting your arms on the back of the chair as you gave her the cutest look you could muster. “You know, it would be awesome if there was some beautiful, smart, talented girl with lots of knowledge about Air Trecks that could help me pick out the right pair~”

Despite herself, she smiled slyly and tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “Hmm, I hope you find her.”

“Come on, Ringo.” You reached forward, taking her hand into your own. “Are you really going to leave me alone? What if I choose the wrong pair and it explodes or something?”

“That’s not going to happen, Y/N.” She rolled her eyes, curling her fingers around your own. “Fine, but if you’re going to get into ATs, you’re going to do it right. I’m going to start teaching you!”

You straightened your back, offering her a mock salute as you attempted, and failed, to keep a straight face. “Yes, Ringo-sensei!”

She wouldn’t admit it aloud, but she just loved the way you spoke her name and she could definitely get used to you calling her ‘sensei’. It made her feel like she had power over you and that made her heart race within her breast. She leaned forward, tugging you closer until your lips met hers. “You’re lucky I love you,”

You hummed against her lips, unable to hide your smile. “I know I am~”

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You stuck your head out of your bedroom window, eyes cast toward the darkening sky. It was only six-thirty in the afternoon and yet the sun was gone, hidden behind gray clouds. Thunder roared overhead, rattling the glass above you, and it was followed soon after by a streak of lightning, angrily striking the earth in the distance.

Your phone buzzed on the bed, making you pull yourself back into the room to check the screen. There were two unread messages, one from Ringo and one from Ikki.

• Ringo: ‘There’s a storm rolling in. You’re still at home, right?’

• Ikki: ‘Yo you comin or not?’

You had to chuckle at how different the two messages felt. First, you replied to Ringo, letting her know that you were, in fact, at home, safe and sound. You had to admit, you felt a bit guilty. Even though you weren’t lying to her, you knew she’d be upset about you leaving the house. Next, you texted Ikki to let him know that you were on the way. You grabbed your ATs and headed out the door. With any luck, the rain would wait until you got some practice in.

Ringo was set to start teaching you this weekend, but you wanted to get in some practice before the lessons started because you weren’t sure you’d even be able to stand up in the skates, and how embarrassing would it be if you fell on your ass in front of her. You could picture her stifling her laughter as she watched you and it made you feel terrible inside. Shaking your head to get rid of the image, you ran faster.

The park was empty because of how late it was getting, and because of the storm that was threatening to open up at any moment. You scanned the area, but couldn’t spy the male anywhere.

“BOO!”

“Ah!” You jumped in surprise, dropping the skates to the ground and whipping around, eyes wide and heart racing.

Ikki burst out laughing, falling to the ground as he clutched his stomach. “Your face!!”

You scowled, lightly kicking his shin. “You’re such a jerk,”

A light, airy giggle made you glance up. Standing a couple feet behind him was a girl with short pink hair, her outfit short and clinging tightly to her body. You had never seen this person before, but you knew instantly who she was – Simca. Ringo hated her, often complaining to you about her on more than a few occasions. Likewise, Ikki never missed an opportunity to comment on how hot she is.

Though you had never met her, you didn’t like the aura she radiated. She seemed the type to toy with people, someone who would stab you in the back without much provocation. Plus, she made Ringo very unhappy, and that was more than enough to make you dislike her.

Ikki pulled himself to his feet, wiping away the tears from his eyes. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Get your ATs on and let’s go!”

You nodded, settling yourself on the bench so you could remove your sneakers. Even though you had already worn them once at the store to make sure they fit properly, they still felt so magical wearing them. You felt lighter, free from all of the worries and problems that bound you to the earth.

Carefully, you stood up. Pride filled you as you were able to keep your balance without falling. “Okay, what’s first?”

“We race!” He grinned widely.

Simca giggled, putting a manicured hand over her mouth. “Whoever wins gets a picture of me!”

Your brow furrowed, lips tugging down. “That’s not very -”

But the two of them had already taken off, leaving clouds of dust as they sped down the sidewalk.

You swallowed your nerves as more thunder rolled overhead and you carefully tried to move forward, but all you ended up doing was lift your foot. ‘He could have at least told me how to make these things go,’ You sighed, leaning forward so you could look down at them. The motor suddenly engaged and your body jerked forward, arms flapping frantically to keep yourself upright. Your heart raced fearfully as the scenery around you started to blur, the warm air nipping at your face. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and your lips split into a wide grin. ‘This is… so awesome!’

You were starting to catch up to the pair so you leaned forward excitedly, willing your ATs to go faster. And they did, but the pair suddenly jumped into the air, their feet landing on the side of a brick building. They skated upward with ease, crossing paths back and forth to form a chain of figure eights.

You were quickly approaching the wall and, while some panic seeped into your chest, you didn’t attempt to come to a stop. ‘If that fool Ikki can do it, then so can I!’ And you certainly did try, but apparently it wasn’t quite as simple as just jumping onto the wall. You managed to get one foot up but the skate tried to rush up the wall without the rest of your body.

The world around you flipped as your body slammed against the ground, arm twisting at an unnatural angle beneath you. A cry of pain shot from your lips, but it was masked by the sudden boom of thunder. The sky opened up, rain starting to fall in sheets from the sky.

The adrenaline quickly faded as pain took over your body, your right arm going completely numb. You bit your lip hard, trying to pull your body upright but the slightest bit of movement caused a jolt of pain to shoot through your arm. ‘Ringo is going to be so pissed…’

“Are you okay?” Simca’s face appeared above you, looking worried as she kneeled beside you, arm resting on your uninjured arm.

“I think it’s broken,” you groaned, head falling back against the pavement.

“Can you mov -”

“Get away from them!” Cried an angry voice, followed by a blur of burgundy as Simca was slapped away from you, clutching her reddening cheek. Ringo’s eyes flared with rage as she put herself between the two of you. She was about to attack again when Ikki appeared, throwing himself in front of her.

“Calm down, Ringo!”

“Calm down?” She cried, bordering hysterics. “How can I possibly calm down when she -”

“Ringo,” you called softly, trying to ignore the pain in your arm as you reached out to her, barely managing to tug on the bottom of her shirt.

“Leave,” she hissed at them, waiting for them to walk away before kneeling beside you. Her gaze softened, but you could still see the rage burning within the depths of her purple eyes. “What the hell were you thinking? What was the point of even asking me to teach you?”

You frowned, guilt swirling with the pain. “I’m sorry… I just… I wanted to impress you, you know? I thought if I got some lessons from Ikki before you started teaching me, I could impress you and you wouldn’t laugh at me.”

“Idiot,” she scolded, taking your face between her hands. “I would never laugh at you.” She suddenly pulled back, pulling her sweater over her head, leaving her in just a sports bra.

“R-Ringo, what -” Your face burned as you scanned her body before quickly looking away.

She chuckled, draping the sweater over your body. “You’re going to get sick,”

‘I’m pretty sure you’re more likely to get sick in just a sports bra…’ you sweatdropped, but you didn’t argue. The pain was getting worse and you just didn’t have the energy to argue about it.

Her fingers gently stroked your cheek as she shifted to hover her body over your own, blocking most of the rain from hitting you. “You were with Simca,”

“It was just supposed to be just Ikki…”

“To think that bitch touched you,” she muttered, her grip tightening against your cheeks. “I’m going to kill her.”

“Ringo,” you breathed out, your free hand resting against her waist. “There’s no need for that. I’m yours, you know that.”

Her lips curved into a smirk, ghosting over your own. “Yes, yes you are. All mine.”

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You stifled a yawn as you stepped out of the house, your right arm in a sling around your neck. In your other hand was your ATs, which Ringo had explicitly ordered you not to wear.

Ringo pushed away from the wall when she saw you, taking the ATs from your hand before setting them by the door and then lacing her fingers with your own. “Are you ready to start your lessons?”

You nodded, giving her hand a squeeze as you started toward the park, glancing back at the skates you had spent so much money on. “You don’t plan on letting me figure it out on my own, do you?”

She scoffed angrily. “I would never do something so stupid,”

“I know, I know.”

The park was full of people, young and old. Little kids were running around playing on the jungle gym while their parents sat nearby, chatting about their lives. Several high schoolers on ATs were riding around, seeing who could do cooler tricks.

You plopped down onto the bench with a huff. “How am I supposed to learn how to skate without my skates?”

“Do you really think I’m going to let you back on your ATs?” She narrowed her eyes at you, hand on her hip. “You’re going to study the basics first by watching me,” Ringo stated matter of factly.

“Come on, Ringo, you’re being too over-protective!” You motioned toward your arm. “Don’t you think I’ve learned my lesson? I’ll be much more careful from now on.”

Ringo clicked her tongue as she stepped closer to you, hands resting on either side of your neck as she lowered her voice, eyes shining with a sort of crazed affection. “It’s for your safety, Y/N. You’ll see. I won’t allow you to be hurt again.” Her nails dug into your skin when you didn’t respond, and you winced. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ringo.” You responded, unable to look away from her intense gaze.

“Hmm,” her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. “‘Yes, Ringo‘ what?”

“Yes… Ringo-sensei,”

She giggled, roughly claiming your lips.

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Kirk fidgeted with the long coat of the new dress uniform. Finally he gave up and glanced over at Picard and Riker, standing off to the side as the official welcoming party. Picard gave him an encouraging smile and Riker grinned. Kirk smiled back, but he was all nerves. His heart was beating too fast and he didn’t know how much longer he could stand there, waiting.

“Ready to transport,” the transporter chief declared from the controls.

Kirk snapped to attention, facing straight ahead at the transporter pad, into the space where Spock would supposedly materialize. His heart pounded in his ears. He was staring so intently, he could almost see past the transporter and through the wall, into open space.

And then he heard a low whistle. It quickly rose to a loud whine as stripes of light appeared on the transporter pad. Kirk peered through the glaring light, searching for a humanoid figure materializing within.

Just as he was beginning to lose hope, Kirk glimpsed a shadow forming amidst the glow, which coalesced into a silhouette. And then, in the blink of an eye, Spock appeared on the transporter pad.

He was unmistakable, a little thinner than he had been when Kirk last saw him - life in hiding on Romulus could not have been easy - but he looked elegant in long, black Vulcan robes embroidered with intricate, curving Vulcan script. He was even wearing dark purple eyeshadow to accentuate his angled eyebrows.

Picard and Riker made to greet the ambassador, their hands raised in perfect Vulcan form, split between the third and fourth finger, but Spock only had eyes for the man in front of him, who returned his gaze with a dumbstruck stare.

“Jim,” Spock said at last. “Parted from me and never parted.”

A smile spread across Jim’s face as he finished the familiar litany, “Never and always touching and touched.”

And then, they both surged forward - Spock’s robes billowed around him. Jim took Spock by the shoulders, their eyes locked as though to memorize each others’ features. A smile teased at both of their lips. Even without their bond the same thought passed through their minds - a memory of another reunion and things that should not be expressed in front of Klingons or starship captains.

Spock was the first to turn away, his hand brushed against Jim’s ever so slightly as he faced Captain Picard and Commander Riker. Jim hastily followed suit, though he couldn’t keep his eyes off Spock.

Spock mirrored their greeting, holding up his hand in the Vulcan salute.

“Live long and prosper, Ambassador,” Picard spoke first, and Riker echoed after him.

“Live long and prosper,” Spock answered in kind. “And thank you for retrieving me at such short notice.”

“I’ll pass your thanks on to the captain,” Picard said. “Welcome to the USS Farragut. This is my first officer, Commander Riker.”

Spock inclined his head in acknowledgement.

“If you’re amenable” - Picard glanced between Kirk and Spock - “My senior officers and I would be delighted if you would join us for dinner at nineteen hundred hours this evening.”

“Yes, I believe I would be amenable,” Spock replied with a touch of humor.

“Of course,” Kirk agreed with a grin.

Riker looked a little skeptical, but made no comment.

“In the meantime,” Spock continued, “Captain Kirk and I have much to discuss.” He turned to Kirk, expectantly.

“We’ll see you at dinner,” Kirk said to the others, and they took their leave.

They walked through the halls in silence. An excited tension buzzed in Kirk’s chest, spurring him on to match Spock’s long stride and then some. At last, he waved Spock into his quarters. They waited as the doors slid shut behind them more slowly than Jim had ever remembered. And then, finally, they turned to face each other once more.

Spock looked remarkably unchanged despite the years between them. Jim could almost imagine that they were back in the apartment in San Francisco, or to better suit the setting, that he had followed Spock on one of his diplomatic missions. But the way Spock was staring at him told another story.

“I did not expect I would ever see you alive again,” Spock admitted, his voice low.

“Spock” - Jim tentatively reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. “Is it…?” he trailed off, as though saying the question aloud would make it real.

Spock understood and shook his head.

Jim let out a sigh of relief.

Spock hesitated. “It is not broken, but our bond has been blocked since you disappeared from the Enterprise-B.”

“Should we reroute to Vulcan?” Jim asked, ignoring the fact that there were two captains on board who may have had something else to say on the matter.

“I do not believe that is necessary. If you wish to renew our bond, I should be able to do so in a mind meld.” Spock spoke carefully, avoiding betraying his opinion one way or the other, but Jim could see a tentative hopefulness in his eyes.

“Yes,” Jim said with a raw smile. “If that’s what you want, of course,” he hastily tacked on.

“Jim,” Spock said almost reproachfully.

Jim gestured for him to go ahead.

“It may be prudent to make ourselves comfortable,” Spock suggested.

Jim followed him to the couch and they sat side by side, not quite touching. Spock raised his hand in an intimation of a meld. Jim nodded in assent. Finally, Spock closed the distance between them. He splayed out his fingers across Jim’s face, pressing his fingertips to Jim’s meld points. Jim’s eyes fell shut under the gentle caress.

“My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts,” Spock recited.

Jim reached for Spock’s mind with all the psychic abilities he did not possess as they very slowly came together. First, he felt Spock’s carefulness, his reticence as barriers built up over decades yielded before a familiar mind. There was uncertainty and fear and practiced control, but beneath it, a bubbling rush of relief that threatened to pour out.

Instead, Spock directed the flow. The present gave way to the past. What seemed like a strange dream in the Nexus expanded into eighty lonely years wandering the galaxy. They were productive years, full of countless accomplishments; treaties with the Klingons, a liason to the new Horta civilization, talks with the Cardassians, and more recently friendships with Romulans. But as the memories flitted past, Jim could not miss that he never stayed long in one location, instead going from starship to planet to starship, with no place to call home.

It was easier that way - but they both knew it wasn’t.

Still they remained separate. There were still walls that had not been breached. Jim longed for Spock to let him in, and as the thought passed through his mind, Spock could no doubt feel it, but Jim would not push, no matter how much he wanted things to stay as they had been.

He felt Spock’s reluctance, his reflexive recitiance. He had been alone in his own mind for so long.

Jim held out a hand to him, a silent invitation. Their eyes were both closed, but Spock sensed the intention.

Slowly, cautiously, Spock took his hand. Jim felt the warm pressure on his fingertips before, together, they dove into the storm.

Their deepest feelings surged around them, tossing them to and fro in a whirlwind of memories. Their minds crashed together like two waves. The tide threatened to pull them under, and they let it wash over them. They sank into the eye of the storm…

One soul in two bodies. Home.

As they pulled away in unison, the bond between their minds remained. It was quiet and distant compared to the rush of the meld, but it was there. Jim could feel Spock’s cautious contentment and sure enough, though Spock’s expression remained flat, Jim could see a smile in the crinkles around his eyes. Jim could not help but smile back.

They could have sat there forever, just taking in the other’s presence, maybe eventually giving way to conversation.

But it was almost time for dinner, so they tore their eyes away with silent promises that they would have time enough together. Spock was the first to stand and he held out a hand to help Jim to his feet, which Jim accepted with a grin. For a moment, he let his hand linger in Spock’s warm touch, before he hoisted himself to his feet with a little assistance.

They were still in their formal best, and so they just returned out into the corridor and found their way to a long conference room that was prepared for a small banquet. Captain Picard and several of his senior officers were already there waiting for them.

Kirk’s eyes were immediately drawn to the far wall that looked out on the stars. He glanced back at Spock watching him with some fond bemusement.

While Kirk’s gaze returned to the stars, Spock approached Captain Picard.

“Ambassador.” Picard again greeted him with the traditional Vulcan gesture.

Spock greeted him in kind, before moving on to his true purpose - “Thank you for freeing Captain Kirk from the Nexus.”

“Not at all,” Picard said. “I wouldn’t have been able to defeat Soran without his help.”

Spock nodded in agreement. “The captain is an invaluable companion in difficult situations.”

“He said the same thing about you.”

“It is gratifying to hear that I have been of use to him on occasion,” Spock said, with a touch of humor.

Before Picard could reply, Riker strode over to join them. “Ambassador. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, Commander,” Spock said. Kirk could feel his wry amusement at the formalities, even though it didn’t show on his face.

Kirk tore himself away from the windows to accompany Spock as Riker led him around the room, introducing him to the rest of the Enterprise bridge crew.

“This is Counselor Troi,” Riker said with a wave in her direction.

“Nice to meet you,” she said to Spock. She greeted Kirk with a nod.

“You are the daughter of Ambassador Lwaxana Troi?” Spock asked.

“Yes,” Troi said, with a touch of dismay.

“I had the occasion to meet her at a conference. She is a highly dynamic individual.” Kirk could feel Spock’s sympathies, though he couldn’t tell if Troi picked up on it.

“You could say that.” Troi didn’t bother to hide her chagrin.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Riker then led Spock over to the other side of the room, where Data and La Forge were immersed in a heated debate.

“You’ve already met Lieutenant Commander Data,” Riker began.

La Forge stepped forward to introduce himself - “I’m Geordi La Forge.”

“He’s our chief engineer,” Riker explained.

Spock inclined his head in greeting.

“Have you had the chance to continue your work on time travel?” La Forge asked.

“I have not had the opportunity to run any simulations since I arrived on Romulus, but I believe I have made some progress on the theory,” Spock said.

“What I want to know is how you got the idea of sling-shotting around the sun to travel back in time!”

“I’m to blame for that one,” Kirk admitted.

“We first traveled through time accidentally and I have been attempting to understand how we did so ever since,” Spock said with just a touch of wry humor.

“Well, if you have the time, I’d love to hear about your latest theories,” La Forge said.

“As would I,” Data put in.

“I would be more than willing to share them,” Spock said.

Once that was settled, Riker continued leading them around the room, toward the only Klingon present, who was standing stiffly by the windows. “This is Lieutenant Commander Worf, Security Chief.”

Spock regarded him with some pride. “I congratulate you on your promotion.”

“Thank you, Ambassador,” Worf replied, gruff as ever. “I never got a chance to thank you for convincing Starfleet to admit me.”

Spock nodded in acknowledgement. “I merely showed them that it was the logical course of action,” he said, but Kirk could feel his vehemence.

Of course you had a hand in it, Kirk projected over their bond.

Aloud, Spock said, “I have found that humans are often unfortunately resistant to change.”

“Not just humans,” Kirk put in.

“You are correct,” Spock said, Vulcans at the forefront of his mind.

Before the conversation could continue, Dr. Crusher arrived, looking rather harried, and Captain Picard called for them all to take their seats at the table. Once they were settled, he raised his glass and everyone else followed suit.

“I would like to make a toast to the newly returned Captain Kirk, and to Ambassador Spock for joining us for this historic occasion. May you both live long and prosper.”

Glasses clinked together across the table and then everyone drank.

“The captain of the Farragut conveys her regards and regrets that she couldn’t join us,” Picard said before dinner began in earnest.

The table was spread with dishes from all over the galaxy. Kirk identified some Vulcan delicacies in particular, as well as a few familiar human dishes, and something like slimy blue tentacles that looked suspiciously Klingon.

Spock pointedly ignored the dig at Klingon cuisine in favor of silently commenting, Food replicators have improved significantly in the past eighty years.

Apparently, Kirk marveled in response. The last time he’d had such a feast on a starship, they’d needed a fully stocked kitchen to pull it off. However, he didn’t miss that Spock’s plate remained mostly empty.

It will take some time for me to reacclimate, Spock replied and Kirk caught a glimpse of the past few years spent subsisting mainly on carefully rationed hard bread.

Kirk resisted the urge to press the matter.

Meanwhile, Commander Riker - who Kirk noticed was brave enough to take a sizable serving of the blue tentacles - leaned over the table to ask Spock, “What was it like serving as first officer to the legendary Captain Kirk?”

Spock quirked an eyebrow at Riker.

Kirk swept in to rescue his bondmate with a grin. “He ruined me. I couldn’t have another first officer because I was used to Spock being able to do everything at once.”

“That’s why you were asking about Data,” Riker exclaimed.

“You had a question about me?” Data asked.

Riker didn’t give Kirk a chance to answer. “He was wondering if you’d be up for the job of first officer.”

“I am sorry, Captain, but I belong on the Enterprise,” Data said to Kirk.

Kirk felt a rush of understanding from Spock, though his face remained stiff. Kirk brushed his hand past Spock’s as he reached for another bite of food.

Aloud, Kirk continued the conversation - though he had no intention of captaining another ship - “You don’t have a brother by any chance?”

To his surprise, Data frowned. “Yes, Lore,” he said darkly.

“You wouldn’t want him as your first officer,” La Forge put in. “He’s more like an evil twin.”

“Oh well.” Kirk waved it off.

“You fared adequately with Mr. Sulu while I was on the Intrepid,” Spock reminded him.

“It took the whole bridge crew to get close to filling your shoes, and that was with a Vulcan science officer.”

“How have you found serving as first officer to Captain Picard?” Spock turned Riker’s question back on him.

Riker glanced at Picard, but answered confidently, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Spock nodded. “My feelings are analogous,” he said, answering Riker’s question at last.

Kirk grinned and tried to convey a wave of warmth through the bond. He felt a quiet burst of affection in response.

While Kirk was focused on Spock, the conversation had shifted.

Troi asked, “How are things going with the Romulans?”

“Progress is being made, but slowly,” Spock replied. “Interest in Vulcan philosophy is growing. Unfortunately, the Senate has responded by attempting to crack down on its adherents.”

“Often such an action can have the opposite of the intended effect,” Picard remarked.

Spock nodded. “The Senate’s response has served to increase public awareness and curiosity about Vulcan philosophy, but it has also made life more difficult for those who choose to follow it. Many of my students have been forced to join me in hiding.”

“Romulus and Vulcan have been separate for so long, are you sure it’s a good idea to reunite them?” La Forge asked.

“Neither society has benefited from their separation,” Spock explained. “They have both become too extreme; Vulcans in our pursuit of logic and Romulans in their enslavement to passion. Only together can they achieve balance.”

A plan that extended long after Spock’s death unfolded in his mind. Soon Spock would return to Romulus and resume his work. Eventually he would choose his most dedicated students to go to Vulcan and expose Vulcans to the advantages of Romulan philosophy. They would in turn choose their best students to return to Romulus, and gradually, the two civilizations would come together.

Kirk couldn’t say he was surprised, though he was a little disappointed. He rested his hand on the table so it just barely bumped up against Spock’s to ensure that he came through loud and clear as he projected, You don’t have to do it alone.

Meanwhile, Picard asked, “Do you think it would be possible for Romulus and Vulcan to properly reunite while the Romulans are still at war with the Federation?”

Kirk only heard the beginning of Spock’s acknowledgement that it did make things more difficult, before it was drowned out by his response to Kirk’s thoughts, It’s too dangerous.

That’s why you shouldn’t go alone! Kirk insisted.

I have managed in your absence, Spock replied, a little sharply.

Kirk tried not to project his hurt at the dismissal, but he had never been any good at hiding his feelings over the bond.

A burst of guilt seeped through before Spock replaced it with a more controlled wordless apology.

In the distance Kirk heard someone calling his name.

“Captain Kirk,” Dr. Crusher said again, a little louder, “Are you alright?”

Kirk could feel all eyes on him. He gave everyone a sheepish smile. “I guess I am a bit worn out. What is it?”

Dr. Crusher hesitated.

Before she could reply, Spock cut in, his tone sympathetic, but final, “Doctor, I will ensure that if anything is wrong, you will be the first to know.”

Kirk and Spock exchanged a glance before Spock dove back into the conversation with ease.

Later, Spock suggested - he acknowledged that Kirk was owed a complete explanation, but it wasn’t the time.

Kirk nodded in agreement.

While Kirk had been distracted, the general conversation had moved on from Romulus.

“It’s not our place to decide on their behalf,” Picard was saying.

“In an ideal world, that is an admirable ideal, however there are many circumstances under which impartiality is much crueler than intervention,” Spock insisted.

“As representatives of the Federation, we can’t interfere with another civilization,” Riker said.

“The Federation’s gotten serious about the Prime Directive in the past eighty years,” Kirk remarked.

“Once we were no longer preoccupied with the Klingons, we realized we couldn’t impose our will on other civilizations just because it was convenient,” Picard explained.

You tell that to the Klingons, Kirk griped silently. Aloud he answered more seriously, “I agree that the Prime Directive is an important principle, but there are other things that are more important.”

“Like people’s lives,” Dr. Crusher added.

“I do find myself inclined to agree with Captain Kirk,” Data said. “It is Starfleet’s prime directive, but there are some circumstances under which I believe it would be our duty to disobey.”

“With all due respect,” Worf interjected, “I’ve never understood why it’s so important to the Federation that we do not interfere with other societies.”

“It embodies the Federations goal of peaceful contact to ensure that we do not ‘play God’ with less developed civilizations,” Data explained.

Picard elaborated, “We’re not trying to conquer other planets. Even something as simple as providing aid could give the Federation undue influence. It’s essential that we interact on their terms and don’t overstep our bounds.”

“A government does not necessarily speak for its people,” Spock argued.

“And how can we expect them to make decisions if we’re not giving them the whole picture?” Kirk added.

“All of our races had the opportunity to develop without interference. It is the least we can do for those we encounter,” Troi said.

“We have not developed so independently.” Spock turned to Worf and redirected the conversation - “For example, Mr. Worf have you read Hamlet in the original Klingon?”

“No, I have not,” Worf replied.

“It is a fascinating read,” Spock said.

“You’ve read it?” Picard asked.

“Of course,” Spock said with a touch of humor.

“I always thought it was originally from Earth, by Will Shakespeare,” Riker remarked.

“Yes, but the Klingon version takes a very different perspective on the story. You should read it, Number One, I think you’d find it interesting,” Picard said.

“Everyone knows the Klingon is the original,” Worf insisted.

“There is conclusive evidence that the play was performed on Earth as early as the 17th century, long before first contact with the Klingons,” Data reported. “However, it is possible that Klingon authors independently wrote a similar play at an earlier date.”

“That sounds like quite the coincidence,” La Forge said.

“There are many similar stories by human authors,” Data explained. “At its core, the story of Hamlet is a simple narrative about the aftermath of the death of a ruler. His brother has taken the throne and his son must investigate to determine if there has been any ‘foul play.’ The notions of rightful vengeance are particularly reminiscent of Klingon ideals.”

“The way you describe it, it sounds like it could be another case for Sherlock Holmes,” La Forge said with a grin.

Spock quirked an eyebrow at him.

“The mystery isn’t as important as how Hamlet confronts the nature of vengeance and death,” Picard protested.

“That is a theme frequently found in detective novels,” Data said.

“You know,” Kirk remarked, “Mr. Spock here is descended from Sherlock Holmes.”

“That is not possible,” Data began.

La Forge cut him off, “Ambassador, if you’re into Sherlock Holmes, you should join us next time we run the Sherlock Holmes program in the holodeck.”

Spock considered the possibility.

“Are you suggesting that Ambassador Spock take your place as Dr. Watson?” Data asked, clearly perplexed.

La Forge shook his head. “Maybe we could make it a competition, the ambassador’s Sherlock Holmes against yours. And Captain” - he turned to Kirk - “You could play his Watson, if you wanted.”

Spock seemed intrigued by the possibility.

“If you haven’t been in a holodeck before, it’s a lot of fun,” Riker put in. “There are a lot of programs I could recommend.”

“Sure,” Kirk said, “I should experience the holodeck for myself.”

“I agree to your challenge,” Spock said. His tone was serious, but Kirk could feel his amusement at the prospect.

Finally, after a long dinner and drawn out fare-wells, Kirk and Spock made it back to their quarters. Both were exhausted from the long day, and so they prepared for bed in silence. Spock failed to completely conceal his illogical preference for changing in private, so Jim insisted Spock take over the somewhat separate bedroom, while Jim changed in the outer living room.

Jim let his mind wander as he pulled off the still uncomfortable new uniform. The inside wall was lined with windows looking out on the stars, and he was content to watch them drift by as Spock finished changing into his more modest sleepwear. For a moment, Jim regretted not putting on anything more, but Spock assured him that he had no objections.

At last, when Spock gave the all clear, Jim returned to the bedroom to find Spock sitting on the bed, his legs crossed as though for meditation, but his eyes were open, watching Jim intently, soaking in his presence. Spock’s expression remained stiff and it was not happiness that seeped through the bond, but a kind of awe. For all his logic, Spock was suspended on the edge of relief, unable to entirely believe his own senses. His world’s axis had shifted and it seemed to him that he had been left behind in its wake. He had some desire to reach out and touch Jim, to feel his presence, but could not bring himself to do so.

Slowly, cautiously, Jim approached the bed and sat down on the edge, waiting for Spock to make the first move. Ever since their meld, the years seemed to expand between them, and now it almost felt like the last time they had seen each other - from Jim’s perspective just months ago in San Francisco - had been the dream, and the Nexus and this strange future, the reality.

They are both reality, Spock corrected him, but he was aware of his hypocrisy.

At last, Spock spoke aloud, “I regret that I cannot give you the welcome that you deserve. I have been alone for a long time and am no longer accustomed to companionship.” Especially human remained unsaid.

Jim could feel Spock’s regret compounding his own guilt for leaving Spock alone for so long. He reached for Spock’s hand on an impulse, hesitating only an instant for permission before taking it and cradling it between his own.

Their skin brushed together, sending sparks of emotion through their bond. In his mind’s eye, Jim glimpsed a desert storm dancing with lightning, at once overwhelming and exhilarating.

Jim grinned, his heart racing a little at the thought. “It’s just nice to have your undivided attention,” he said. His smile echoed through the bond.

He felt another burst of regret, but it was not enough to quell Spock’s stubborn determination. But the inevitable argument would wait.

Instead, Jim gave Spock’s hand a solid squeeze of reassurance - You are more than enough - before he relinquished it to slide under the covers, where Spock joined him. They turned so they were facing each other, their noses mere inches apart.

Jim met Spock’s sharp brown eyes, full of such affection kept carefully under restraint. Spock desired to reach out, and yet he was reluctant. So Jim reached out and rested his hand on top of Spock’s, answering Spock’s affection with his own. Spock seemed to let out a silent sigh of relief, a little tension faded from his mind, and he curled his fingers around Jim’s hand, reaffirming his presence.

It is late, you should rest, Spock projected over the bond, still making a futile attempt to conceal his own exhaustion.

You too, Jim suggested, though he knew it would do little to convince Spock. For a more convincing argument, he let his eyes fall shut and tried to steady his breathing, though he could feel Spock’s presence mere inches away, more interesting than any dream. But gradually, his fatigue made itself known and he sunk into the overly soft mattress.

Hesitantly, Spock raised his free hand to brush a wayward curl off of Jim’s forehead, his fingers trailed lightly against Jim’s skin.

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Still Worldly? Evidenced by jealousy & dissension

Men may have much doctrinal knowledge, yet be mere beginners in the life of faith & experience.

1 Corinthians 3:3 | for you are still worldly. For since there is jealousy & dissension among you, are you not worldly? Are you not walking in the way of man?

worldly, σαρκικοί (sarkikoi) Strong's Greek 4559: Fleshly, carnal, earthly. From sarx; pertaining to flesh, i.e. bodily, temporal, or animal, unregenerate.

jealousy, ζῆλος [zēlos] Strong's Greek 2205: From zeo; properly, heat, i.e. 'zeal' [figuratively, of GOD], or an enemy, malice.

dissension, ἔρις [eris] Strong's Greek 2054: Contention, strife, wrangling. Of uncertain affinity; a quarrel, i.e. wrangling.

Charles John Ellicott, Christian Theologian [1819–1905] | 1 Corinthians 3:3

As men—Better, after the manner of man—i.e., after a merely human & not after a spiritually enlightened manner.

In Romans 3:5, Galatians 1:12, also Romans 15:5, the opposite condition is expressed by the same Greek particle used with our LORD's name, "according to JESUS CHRIST."

Romans 3:5 | But if our unrighteousness highlights the righteousness of GOD, what shall we say? That GOD is unjust to inflict HIS wrath on us? I am speaking in human terms.

Galatians 1:12 | I did not receive it from any man, nor was I taught it; rather, I received it by revelation from JESUS CHRIST.

Romans 15:5 | Now may the GOD who gives endurance & encouragement grant you harmony with one another in CHRIST JESUS,

Pulpit Commentary by Donald Spence Jones [1836-1917] | 1 Corinthians 3:3

For you are yet carnal. This is the reason for the spiritual dulness which your pride prevents you from recognizing. Envying, & strife, & divisions.

The two latter words are omitted in some of the best manuscripts, & may have been added from Galatians 5:20.

Galatians 5:19-20 | The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity, & debauchery; idolatry & sorcery; hatred, discord, jealousy, & rage; rivalries, divisions, factions,

James 3:16 | For where jealousy & selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder & every evil practice.

Partisanship & discord, the sins of the Corinthians - sins which have disgraced so many ages of Church history -

are works of the flesh [Galatians 5:19], & involve many other sins [James 3:16], & are therefore sure proofs of the carnal mind.

though they are usually accompanied by a boast of superior spiritual enlightenment.

As men; that is, "as men, not as Christians."

To walk as a mere ordinary human being is not to "walk in the SPIRIT" [Galatians 5:25]; compare," I speak as a man" [Romans 3:5].

Galatians 5:25 | Since we live by the SPIRIT, let us walk in step with the SPIRIT.

Matthew Henry, Nonconformist Minister [1662-1714] | 1 Corinthians 3:1-4

3:1-4 The most simple truths of the GOSPEL, as to man's sinfulness & GOD's mercy, repentance towards GOD, & faith in our LORD JESUS CHRIST, stated in the plainest language, suit the people better than deeper mysteries.

Men may have much doctrinal knowledge, yet be mere beginners in the life of faith & experience.****

Contentions & quarrels about religion are sad evidences of carnality.

True religion makes men peaceable, not contentious.

But it is to be lamented, that many who should walk as Christians, live & act too much like other men.

Many professors, & preachers also, show themselves to be yet carnal, by vain-glorious strife, eagerness for dispute, & readiness to despise & speak evil of others.

Albert Barnes, American Theologian [1798-1870] | 1 Corinthians 3:3

Though you are Christians, & are the friends of GOD in the main, yet your divisions & strifes show you are yet, in some degree, under the influence of the principles which govern the people of this world.

People who are governed solely by the principles of this world, evince a spirit of strife, emulation & contention; & just so far as you are engaged in strife, just so far do you show you are governed by their principles & feelings.

Envying - ζῆλος zēlos, zeal; used here in the sense of envy, as it is in James 3:14, James 3:16.

James 3:14-16 | But if you harbor bitter jealousy & selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast in it or deny the truth. Such wisdom does not come from above, but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic. For where jealousy & selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder & every evil practice.

It denotes, properly, any "fervour" of mind [from ζέω zeō], & may be applied to any exciting & agitating passion.

The envy here referred to, was that which arose from the superior advantages & endowments which some claimed or possessed over others.

Envy everywhere is a fruitful cause of strife. Most contentions in the Church are somehow usually connected with envy.

Jamieson-Fausset-Brow, Anglican & Free Church of Scotland [1871]

Walk as unregenerate men [compare Mt 16:23].

Matthew 16:23 | But JESUS turned & said to Peter, “Get behind ME, Satan! You are a stumbling block to ME. For you do not have in mind the things of GOD, but the things of men.”

"After the flesh, not after the SPIRIT" of GOD, as becomes you as regenerate by the SPIRIT [Romans 8:4; Galatians 5:25-26].

Romans 8:4 | so that the righteous standard of the law might be fulfilled in us, who do not walk according to the flesh but according to the SPIRIT.

Galatians 5:25-26 | Since we live by the SPIRIT, let us walk in step with the SPIRIT. Let us not become conceited, provoking & envying one another.

Matthew Poole, English Nonconformist Theologian [1624 - 1679]

Strife & envyings are reckoned amongst the works of the flesh, Galatians 5:19-21; they are all opposite to love, in which the perfection of a Christian lies.

He told us before what strifes & contentions he meant, & tells us it again in the next verse.

Galatians 5:19-21 | The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity, & debauchery; idolatry & sorcery; hatred, discord, jealousy, & rage; rivalries, divisions, factions, & envy; drunkenness, orgies, & the like.

I warn you, as I did before, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of GOD.

Heinrich AW Meyer, German Protestant [1800-1873]

[ὅπου] equivalent seemingly to since [quandoquidem]; but the conditioning state of things is locally conceived by mankind influenced by demonic practices.

[compare with Hebrews 9:16 & Hebrews 10:18]

Hebrews 9:16 | In the case of a will, it is necessary to establish the death of the one who made it,

Hebrews 10:18 | And where these have been forgiven, an offering for sin is no longer needed.

Matthew 7:17-18 | Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, & a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.

Jude 1:12 | These men are the hidden reefs in your love feasts, shamelessly feasting with you but shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by the wind; fruitless trees in autumn, twice dead after being uprooted.

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Aftermath (Manarion & Elenwen)

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Elenwen could not concentrate. She had been reading the same report for over an hour. None of it was going in. Finally, she admitted defeat, slumping back in her chair with a sigh. A slight wave of nausea hit her. With another sigh she reached for her glass of water and sipped it slowly.

The past couple of days since Tinuviel had informed her that she was pregnant had blurred into one very long and surreal dream. And a bad dream at that. Elenwen had hoped that as time passed the idea of it would begin to sink in, but instead, the more time passed the further away she felt from it ever being able to register properly in her mind. It did not help matters that whenever she saw Manarion, she felt guiltier and guiltier for not telling him. He must have suspected that something was wrong by now, but he did not try to question her. Perhaps he ought to force it out of her. At this point it might be the only way she would be able to get the words out.

Elenwen sat staring at the contents on her cup with glassy eyes for a long while. Her mind was a tangled mess of fear. What was she going to do? How could she possibly be a mother? No child deserved her as a mother.

Only when she managed to pull herself from her agonising did she realise tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Hastily she wiped the tears away with one hand and placed the glass down on her desk. She needed some air. Both away from here and away from the Embassy.

With Skyrim’s current political climate, standard protocol was that the Emissaries – especially the Ambassador – must be accompanied by at least one soldier, though usually more, when leaving the confines of the Embassy. But on that particular day, Elenwen could barely stand the thought of being followed whilst attempting to get some much need space.

Leaving her office and locking the door, she made for her chambers where she intended to change into something more inconspicuous. She picked out her informal pale blue travelling robes and changed as quickly as she could. Manarion would be busy in his office at this time of day, but she was still paranoid about the possibility of him walking in at any moment. Her chambers were as much his nowadays.

On her way out, the Ambassador donned a black cloak with hood. If she were to be alone, the hood felt necessary to avoid notice. The prospect of her being recognised was slim, however. Her name was known to many in Skyrim, but her face, less so. Especially when it was not coupled with her distinctive Thalmor uniform.

Now, leaving the Embassy would be a little trickier. Elenwen was not about to go scale one of the walls that encircled them, but the front entrance was typically well guarded. She stood by her bedroom door for a good five minutes before an idea hit her.

It was approximately two o’clock and a Middas. Every Middas at around half two to three o’clock the Embassy received a delivery of fruits and vegetables from a nearby farm. If she were lucky, perhaps she could get a ride out of the Embassy on the delivery wagon. The guards would be less likely to stop the wagon from leaving than if she tried to leave by herself.

Time was of the essence. She did not want to miss the delivery wagon. Quickly, Elenwen proceeded to the front courtyard. Once there she lingered in a shady corner, hood up, trying her best not to be noticed. The delivery wagon was not here yet. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she waited impatiently in the cold as snow started to flutter down from the sky to form yet another layer on the already thick white blanket on the ground below. She shivered. Skyrim truly was a detestable land.

After what felt like a lifetime, the delivery wagon arrived with a surly-looking Nord at the helm. He likely hated the elves as much as the next Nord, but also couldn’t afford to turn down the coin, Elenwen guessed. A nervous knot began building in her stomach whilst she waited for his produce to be slowly unloaded. Finally, his cart was empty. Without a moment to spare, she strode over to the man as he was readjusting the straps around his horse.

“Excuse me?”

The Nord turned around and gave her a suspicious look. “…What?”

Elenwen’s heart was pounding against her chest. “I assume you will be passing by Solitude, yes? Would you be willing to give me a ride?”

He gave her a dismissive look. “Can you elves not walk now, or something?”

Closing her eyes momentarily, she took a deep breath. “I realise it is not far, but please? I will pay for your trouble.”

“Fifty septims.”

A look of offence graced the Ambassador’s face. “Twenty-five.”

“Fine, fine. But I want it up front.” He growled.

Elenwen took out the amount of gold from a coin purse strapped to her waist and handed it to the man, who seemed quite pleased with himself.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” He nodded to the back of the wagon. “Climb up there and we’ll be off, milady.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he called her milady, but Elenwen didn’t care. Hurriedly she moved to the back of the wagon and climbed up. The cart was far from the cleanest mode of transport she had ever used, with soil and muck staining most of the wood and the odd leaf lying limply on the floor, but she was hardly in a position to complain. As she gingerly took a seat, the Nord did likewise and in very little time at all they were moving.

Now came the real test.

Elenwen pulled the hood of her cloak down as far as it would go and looked very deliberately down at her lap. If her mer noticed her, she would have a lot of awkward explaining to do. The wagon abruptly pulled to a stop at the gates and her heart stopped.

“Come on! I don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to.” The Nord sneered with clear disdain in his voice as he waited impatiently for the gates to be opened.

Elenwen could not see the faces of her guards, but she could easily imagine their irritation.

There was a clatter and a low screeching sound as the metal gates were opened for them and then a voice from nearby said with hostility to match the wagon driver’s, “Have a nice day, sir”.

And with a snort from the driver, they were off again. Elenwen dared not look up until they were far enough down the road that she could be sure she was no longer identifiable.

She’d done it. She had made it passed the guards and was fast on her way to Solitude. The biggest sigh of relief escaped her, and a small smile graced her lips. It would hopefully be a couple of hours until her absence was noticed. A couple of hours of complete and utter freedom. Part of her had forgotten what that felt like. Relaxing tense muscles, Elenwen sat back and attempted to savour every moment she had. For she knew it would all soon be over.

~~~

Solitude was dreadfully cold. It had escaped the snow of the nearby mountain top where the Thalmor Embassy sat, but the capital city still felt like it was trapped in a block of ice. The freezing weather did not halt daily life within the city, however. The streets were still bustling, children were still out playing, and the market stalls were still manned by shivering residents.

Elenwen stood by the front gates for a long while, unsure where to go or what to do. Eventually she started walking, casually heading in the direction of the Blue Palace. Few paid her any attention. Under her cloak and hood she did not stand out so much. From afar she likely appeared to simply be a rather tall Nord woman. This was perhaps the one and only time in her life that she was glad to be mistaken as human.

About a third of the way towards the Palace, there was a low wall to one side and Elenwen stopped to take a seat. The fresh air and change of scenery felt… nice. And not having hundreds of papers to read was an added bonus. Her mind was the clearest it had been in a long time.

From a side street, there was a distinct sound of a door being opened and shut and keys jangling. A small voice whined at his mother.

“But I don’t want to go out!”

“Hadran, please don’t make this any harder than it has to be. We need to go shopping.”

“But whhhhy?!”

A short elven womer emerged on to the main street with a little boy holding her hand and another small infant strapped to her chest with a length of white cloth. None of them paid any attention to the nearby womer, save for the baby. The baby stared at Elenwen as if transfixed with a curious half-smile and its tiny ears wiggling at her. Elenwen looked back.

Until that exact moment, she had managed to push her troubles from her mind. Now they were all flooding back to her.

She was pregnant and she had no idea what to do. Tears started welling up in her eyes again as well as an almighty need to hide. She must have looked stupid. Crying, alone in the middle of the city.

Temples were usually quiet places and the Temple of the Divines was not far away. With a great effort, Elenwen got up and started walking in the opposite direction, keeping her head down.

Fortunately for her, the temple was deserted when she got there. Lacking her usual elegance, she flopped into the nearest pew before near instantly bursting into ugly sobs.

It was hard to say how long she was there crying. She only stopped when a priestess walked in from a side chamber. She noticed Elenwen immediately, but visibly hesitated after realising she was an Altmer – a not uncommon reaction – before walking over with a concerned look.

“…You appear troubled.” The priestess gave her best encouraging smile, but it did little to make the womer feel any better. “I offer counsel and guidance to those in need. Would you-“

Elenwen shook her head quickly. The last thing she wanted was to talk her problems through with some Nordic priest.

“I understand. If you change your mind, I will be here tending the shrines. Please feel free to stay as long as you need.”

Elenwen watched her leave and walk back to the front of the temple where the shrines were housed. Drying her eyes on the back of her sleeves, she looked around the hall properly for the first time. It was large and dimly lit. She had never been in a temple outside of Alinor before. The temples there were much brighter, much more inviting. She remembered how her mother used to take her along to services when she was a child. Little Elenwen hated them, but her mother still insisted that she come. Felrian had always been a strong believer in Mara and brought her offerings every year.

Mara, the goddess of fertility. How fitting, Elenwen thought bitterly.

There must be thousands upon thousands who prayed to Mara to be blessed with a child, and yet here she was, pregnant without even wanting to be. Why? Why her and not some other poor womer who had been desperately praying for years? She would swap places with someone like that in a heartbeat.

Had she done something to offend Mara? Was this some cruel joke?

She had to admit she had prayed less and less to the gods as the years and decades passed. She was not as devout as she could be. But surely none of that warranted the hell she faced now. Surely?

Aicendor gave the old oak of the Ambassador’s office door a sharp knock. She was not expecting him, but he did have papers that need her attention fairly urgently. He glanced at them in his arms once more as he waited. And waited.

Never had he waited so long for the Ambassador to answer the door. Frowning he rapped his knuckles against the door again. And ended up waiting again.

There was no way she had not heard him. He had knocked twice. The creases in his forehead becoming ever deeper, he tried again.

“Lady Elenwen? ...Are you there?”

No response.

Curious. Usually when the Ambassador had to be away from her office, she left a note on her door. Today there was no such note.

Aicendor pondered the possible meanings of this. Could she be hurt or unconscious? A chill travelled down his spine at the thought.

Taking a deep breath, he reached for the handle and attempted to enter whilst silently apologising for the intrusion. However, the door was locked.

Doubly curious. Elenwen did not lock her door when she was inside her office.

Bewildered, Aicendor wondered what he should do. Quickly he came to the conclusion that he should speak to the General immediately. If Elenwen had to leave and go somewhere in a hurry, he would almost certainly know. And if not... The General would want to be the first to know in the case of an unexplained absence.

Without a second to lose, he hurried to the General’s office and knocked on the door.

#I'm sorry this took so long!!#It turned out really long #like drabble long #I'm sorry!#aurielswaywardson #aftermath #drabble #pregnancy tw

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UPDATED 8/10/2019

Hello, I’m Beau! I am 22 years of age and I enjoy writing my favorite characters for fun and stress relief. Below you will find the basic run down. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME DARLING.

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// these are my original rules. though they are still generally relevant, my newer, shorter, more concise rules post is here

A love letter from me to you! Please take it to heart.

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I study medicine and social justice with emphasis on emergency medicine and sex work, respectively. In addition to being a writer I’m also an activist, artist, and scholar. I’ve been writing Bel since 2015. She’s a very intricate and highly dynamic character who has gone through many changes over the years via her interactions. I look forward to developing her even more with your muse(s)!

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Interactions

When it comes to interactions, nothing motivates me more than an eagerness to develop our muses’ relationship. Depending on what works best for you, we can work on this via inbox submissions, plotting, or simply interacting. I have a tendency to write para/novella-length replies, but will strive to match you in length and style. Please include something I can actively respond to in your reply, because neutral replies can be very difficult to build upon, and please do not godmod her based on assumptions and/or stereotypes about her character/profession.

With regards to ask responses, please feel free to turn them into threads by tagging me in a new post and cutting your replies. I’ll turn asks into threads if they inspire me, but you’re under no obligation to continue them if you’re not as motivated. When cutting, please don’t cut me out. Also, please don’t reblog asks with your reply or reblog replies with my tag if I don’t reply quickly enough. I track of all my threads to the best of my ability, so please check there first if you want to know the status of our thread. If I’ve missed a thread of ours, please help me out by sending it to me in a message so I can add it to the tracker. If you lose muse for a thread, please don’t feel pressured to continue it. We can always take a break or start something new. I don’t cap my threads and am always open to new interactions.

Selectivity

Though I run a selective blog, I am not very selective in nature. I do have a preference for original and SnK/AoT characters, especially those that inspire me and challenge me. I’ll primarily look for interactions by checking blog rules for oc-friendliness, reblogging promos, asking to be mutuals in the tags, then follow back after that initial follow is granted. If you don’t want me to follow you, please block me completely because otherwise I’ll think it’s a mistake/glitch and follow you again. On the topic of glitches, they do happen so I apologize ahead of time if that happens above or below my radar.

I don’t tolerate oc-negativity or ooc bigotry and will handle my blog accordingly. If you align yourself in any way with TERF, SWERF, homophobic, ace-exclusionary, racist, and/or xenophobic rhetoric, please do not interact. It’s important for me to surround myself with enriching content and community. I have boundaries and will be setting them for my own comfort as well as respect yours because mutual respect between muns is key to a healthy rpc.

Sourcing

Please don’t do it. This goes for starters, ask memes, wishlist posts, and wanted connections. I understand we might not be the muse/mod duo you have in mind and that we don’t fit every situation, but please don’t fill my notifications with this sentiment, especially if we don’t have any established interactions yet. If our blogs have that much in common, there’s so much we could be musing about. If this happens excessively without us having any interactions, I’ll unfollow and/or block because I am a roleplay blog, not a resource hub. If you’re interested in my musing/resource posts, please show interest in muse interactions as well. The latter is why I’m here and there’s nothing more disheartening and discouraging to my creativity than being used and/or ignored when I present things.

Original Character Disclaimer

It pains me that something like this needs to be said, but Bel wasn’t created to force ship with your muse and/or overpower our threads. I will absolutely under no circumstances tolerate any form of OC negativity. I don’t care if you think they’re “cringey”, “underdeveloped”, “overpowered”, or any other iteration of not meeting your personal criteria of a good character. Opinions are valid but unsolicited bullying is not. It is important to realize that canon characters are still original characters bar their capitalistic franchise. The mods of original characters are a goldmine of free and original content and deserve to be judged by conduct, not content.

If you’d like to support OCs, I invite you to scroll through and reblog a thing or two from my OC positivity tag, as well as follow and engage in meaningful interactions with the OCs in your orbit. Your encouragement could be what makes a content creator’s breakthrough, so please be kind and supportive. Saying you’re OC-friendly while providing an extensive grocery list of double standards OCs must abide by to be considered acceptable isn’t OC-friendliness. Likewise, musing an OC doesn’t automatically make you incapable of being exclusive (unintentional or not) so please be cognizant as well and lets support each other.

Shipping

That being said, I’m just like every other mun. I enjoy shipping and the occasional smut scene given the chemistry is right and both muns are equally invested in the relationship as well as comfortable with it. The more we develop our muses, the more complicated their relationship will be and the more likely I’ll personally gift you with fanart. Above all, your comfort is paramount to our interactions so please communicate with me. Likewise, please respect my comforts when I speak of them. I am much more likely to be enthusiastic about shipping than Bel is, however, so please be patient with us and respect her boundaries as well.

# FREE THE FPN . SFW // ONLY IT’S NOT

This is the tag I will use to mark sexually explicit content. Bel is somewhere on the ace spectrum, but is nonetheless a sensual character and has a couple verses that engage in sex work. Bel’s struggles with her identities are a very big part of her personal characterization, so please be patient with her. [Marilyn Monroe’s hinted asexuality] Likewise, if she’s not into your muse, please don’t push such interactions unless we discuss them as a plot element.

Trigger Warnings

The SnK universe is rampant with violence, gore, psychological trauma, profanity, and grey morality. Furthermore, I enjoy writing dark themes and will provide the disclaimer now that this may be a rather trigger-heavy blog. However, that doesn’t mean you have to be subject to all these themes. If you’d like me to tag things in a certain way, please don’t hesitate to let me know because your comfort is important to me. I’ll gladly create a new tag for you to blacklist/filter and add it to my tag list. Furthermore, this blog will have the occasional explicit content so please don’t interact if you’re under 21.

Activity

I’m finishing up my bachelor’s so classes and coursework will keep me from here sometimes. Furthermore, I struggle with mental illness and domestic abuse in my home environment, so bouts of these may also pull me from activity. I’ll be doing my damndest to keep my issues off the dash but if things are especially severe and I feel the need to post about it and/or reach out, I’ll use a semicolon tag (#;). Nonetheless, musing, roleplaying, and plotting helps keep my spirits up so please keep me updated with your muse and share your discord with me, if you’d like. I’d love it so much if we could continue developing our muses as I slip off of and find my way back to tumblr, and I’d appreciate you very much as a writing partner and friend. ♡

Accessibility

I’m not very savvy with code, but I do try my best to keep my blogging accessible as I tinker and learn. If you struggle with accessing any part of my blog, let it be font size, style, or anything else, please let me know and I’ll do my best to accommodate because I don’t want to perpetuate elitism or ableism in the rpc. As far as reply formatting goes, I’ll usually stick to once small text (particularly in novella length replies via ctrl shift -) and spare use of italics, bolding, and strikethrough text. I may use unicode and/or zalgo for art captions, personal musing posts, crack threads, and other posts that call for it. Every once in awhile, I will blog from mobile and as a result post text in default size, but I’ll still cut my posts and at worst, separate our replies with a symbol or icon if I can’t blockquote text through html.

Permissions

One of my favorite things about roleplaying is sharing content and playing tag games. If you come across anything that reminds you of Bel and/or our interactions/plotting, please show me! Even more so, if you’re a content creator, you have complete and total freedom to use her and her inspirations in your work. I only ask to see it! Likewise, if I ever create any art for you, please acknowledge it at the very least. If you send in an art request and I deliver, please reblog it. Failure to do this kills my creativity as well as generosity so... please.

Exclusive to this blog are my own art and edits as well as those gifted by friends. Please don’t ransack our labors of love and re-purpose them as your own. Bel’s Iva & Marie icons were collected by yours truly with a beautiful frame made by Shane. Other people who have contributed their talents throughout the years include madcapraccoon, L, desertbl00m, Eris, Justice, sangre-rebelde, emptyolivejar, desimouse, and the many rp blogs that have interacted with her. I’d also like to give a special shout-out to sjokohama for the boundless enthusiasm given to her development as well as the readers who have enjoyed and left amazing comments on her original fanfiction. She wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for Y’all ~ ♡

If you feel like something should be added to or clarified in these guidelines, please let me know. I realize I have a lot to say as a consequence of being here for so long, but I still want to keep my conduct as transparent and accessible as possible.

Thank you for reading! Please feel free to like this post and interact ~ ♡

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Adjusting - (Harry Wells x reader)

A/N: I was having some writer’s block on the Home to You sequel, but I had this one almost done, so I just finished it off. Just some cute Earth-2 fluff. My headcanon is that Jesse’s mum passed away when she was about four, so she has some memories of her, but the way Harry talks about her makes me think Jesse doesn’t remember a lot. But, do enjoy :)

Summary: Imagine that you'd help raise Jesse since her mum passed away and you and Harry had gotten together a while afterwards. One night, she has a nightmare and you help her through it.

*Gif not mine, all credit to the creator*

“Right, Jesse’s in bed, even if she was rather reluctant,” Harry said, walking into your bedroom and closing the door behind him, “time for a film?”

You let out a soft laugh, knowing how stubborn the young girl could be when she wanted to, much like her father. You nodded in regards to the movie and passed him the remote control so that he’d be forced to make the decision on what you were going to watch.

Harry pulled back the sheets which you’d already nestled yourself under and got in next to you, propping himself up against the pillows and allowing you to rest on his chest as you so often did. You snuggled against him a little more to get comfy as he flicked through the titles of films on the TV opposite your bed.

“What do you fancy watching?” he asked, running his free hand through your hair, making you relax even more against him.

“I don’t mind,” you said softly, wrapping your arm around his middle and becoming tempted to close your eyes and fall asleep right there and then, “something light-hearted, but just pick one at random.”

”Okay,” he replied as he clicked on the next film title he came to, putting down the remote and intertwining his fingers with yours.

The pair of you had retreated to your room for your ‘date night’ this time, rather than going out to dinner or the theatre like you often had before. The amount of work you both had at STAR labs had increased exponentially over the past few weeks which left little time for the two of you to spend together. And it didn’t help that you were both continually exhausted, which meant that retreating to your bed had felt like the best option for your date tonight.

Being the CEO, Harry spent almost all of his time in his office, which left you, with the little time you could spare from your own work, to look after Jesse as he couldn’t.

You didn’t mind looking after the little eight-year-old; you’d been caring for her on and off for the past four years since her mother passed away. You really did love being around her, and to your joy, she seemed to enjoy being around you as well. Of course, she missed her mom, but you’d tried your best to comfort her through it, as well as being there for her father.

You’d been the only one that Harry would talk to about his loss and had gradually become part of the family as you helped them recover. It had taken you a couple of months to get Harry to open up and talk to you about his feelings concerning his late wife. You appreciated how strong he was trying to be for Jesse, but knew from personal experience that bottling up feelings of grief wasn’t good for anyone.

After a year of helping him to come to terms with everything, Harry had asked you on a date, but you’d hesitated, wondering if it was still too soon for him to be looking at finding someone else to be with.

Harry had understood your concerns and said that without you, he probably wouldn’t have been anywhere close to being ready, but with you to help him through everything, he was truly in a position to move on with his life.

You’d agreed to a date and neither of you had looked back.

As the film titles started to play, you fought the growing urge to close your eyes and simply go to sleep, wrapped up in Harry’s arms and the soft sheets, completely content.

You did try to focus on the film, chuckling at the funny scenes and enjoying the peace and quiet that seemed to be so lacking in your life at the moment.

But around twenty minutes in, you realised that Harry had stopped stroking your hair and that his breathing had evened out considerably.

You shifted your head to peer up at your boyfriend and smiled softly when you saw that he’d fallen asleep.

Trying not to move too much so that you didn’t disturb him, you removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table and turned off the film and the lights and snuggled back down against his chest.

“Goodnight, baby,” you whispered, re-linking your fingers together and closing your eyes, finally drifting off yourself.

You had no idea how long you’d been asleep for, but you were roused from your slumber by the noise of your bedroom door opening and the soft sound of sniffling coming from the side of your bed.

Slowly, you opened your eyes as you registered what the sound was and lifted your head, turning to face the other side of the room. You could just make out the outline of Jesse in the dim light, snuffling and rubbing her eyes.

“Jesse? What’s wrong?” you whispered, unfurling yourself from Harry’s embrace and the sheets and moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking concernedly up at her.

“I-I had a b-bad dream,” she whispered back in between sobs, before stepping forwards into your outstretched arms.

“Oh honey, come here,” you said, wrapping your arms around her as you stood up and began leading her out of your bedroom and back towards her own. It not that you didn’t want Harry to know that his daughter was upset, but he was exhausted and needed the sleep.

And besides, you’d definitely had enough practice at calming her down on your own by now.

When you reached her bedroom and you’d turned on the lights, you sat her down on the bed and gave her another hug, letting her cry her remaining tears into the shoulder of your shirt.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” you asked, gently rubbing her back as she started to breathe more evenly again.

“Th-there was a monster... under my bed,” she started, pulling back to look at you as you grabbed a tissue from the table and started to wipe away her tears. “It was trying to pull me under and it was so dark... I-I was calling you and daddy b-but you weren’t there...”

”Hey, it’s okay,” you cooed, still holding her and gently rocking her back and forth, “you’re strong and brave and the smartest girl I’ve ever known and you could take on any of the monsters and win.”

She smiled up at you slightly with her red eyes before giving you another hug.

You held her tightly and she did the same until you heard her yawn and decided she was going to be alright and needed to go back to sleep.

“Come on, little one,” you said, breaking the hug before standing up and pulling back the covers so that she could crawl back underneath them. As she settled down, you knelt down and just had a quick look under the bed to reassure her that there was nothing there.

She smiled at you sleepily once she’d gotten comfy and started to close her eyes as you tucked the covers in around her a little more, placing a kiss on her forehead. You made sure she was properly settled before speaking again.

“And Jesse, if you ever needed any help, your dad and I wouldn’t rest until we knew you were okay, you know that,” you said softly, brushing the hair out of her face. She nodded in understanding and you kissed her head again before beginning to make your way over to the door.

“Sweet dreams, honey,” you said softly, flicking out the light.

“Night, mom,” came the sleepy reply as you closed the door.

You stood there for a second, hand still on the door handle as you processed what she’d said.

Mom... You’d been dating Harry for nearly three years and you’d never once thought that Jesse would consider you as being her mother.

You remembered Harry’s late wife and you’d been doing everything for Jesse in her memory, but to know that in the young girl’s eyes, you were doing it all that well... the thought was humbling.

Your smile started to grow as you began to walk back towards yours and Harry’s room and as you re-entered, Harry stirred, opening his eyes and looking around in the dark.

“It’s just me,” you said to reassure him, climbing back under the sheets and resuming your previous position, draping your arm over him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Jesse?” he asked with a little concern as he wrapped his arm around you again.

“Yeah, she had a nightmare. But we talked it over and she’s going back to sleep,” you replied with a yawn. “I told her she could definitely take on any monster that had taken up residence under her bed.”

“I’m sure she could.”

You could hear the smile in his voice and couldn’t help smiling a little wider yourself. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and settled against the pillows again.

Harry was silent for another minute or two and you were almost certain he’d gone back to sleep but decided to try anyway.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“She called me ‘mom’,” you said with a little laugh, still overjoyed at the thought of it.

You felt him smile against your head and hugged him a little tighter.

“I’m glad,” he replied, kissing your forehead, “You treat her like your own... and she loves you for that... and knowing that you love her and you’re always going to be there for her makes me love you even more as well.”

“I love her and you more than I can say,” you replied, leaning up and softly placing a kiss to his lips, “I’m so glad you’re in my life.”

“Likewise,” he said against your lips, kissing you again, a little more deeply. “Sometimes the world deals us something terrible, but sometimes something beautiful can grow from that.”

You nodded with a gentle smile, leaning back down on his chest and listening to his strong heartbeat as you fell back to sleep.

Years later after Zoom stole Jesse from you and Harry, you hoped she’d remember what you told her that night - she was stronger and smarter than she knew and that the pair of you would not stop until she was safe with you again.

#harry wells #harrison wells #harry wells imagine #harry wells x reader #the flash fanfiction #the flash imagines

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jasonstaylortx · 4 years

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