#micro front end react

[netzweltvt]

React Micro Frontends: Crafting Agility in Web Development

Delve into the future of web development with React Micro Frontend Architecture. This groundbreaking approach transforms how we build web applications, fostering modularity, scalability, and collaboration. Explore a paradigm shift where React components operate independently, creating a harmonious ecosystem that adapts to your evolving needs. Join the movement toward enhanced flexibility and efficiency in web development with React Micro Frontends—a dynamic approach for the next generation of digital experiences.

[hotchnerwrites]

Can I perhaps request Hotch with a BAU reader that is always kind and strong as in the team have never seen them act any different even when bad things happen to reader. One day, an UnSub breaks into their house, and reader ends up very injured and goes to the hospital. After that situation reader co.es right back to work acting as if it never happened and the team gets very concerned about reader but reader keeps telling them everything is fine until one day Hotch and reader are the only ones left at the office late at night and something happens that triggers reader making the think the UnSub that broke into their house is back to get them. Hotch comes out and sees reader having a major panick attack/flashback, but the moment the reader spots him, they try to act like they are not bothered. Hotch ses right through it and hugs reader and reader just breaks down in his arms

What Remains

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: SFW, panic attack, home invasion, depiction of violence, flashbacks

A/N: Hi lovely, thanks for your request!! Just changed the beginning a tiny bit, I hope that's ok!!! I hope I described the panic attack with decent accuracy lol, idk if my own experience is similar to that of others. I really loved this idea. If you'd be ok with it, I would honestly love to make this request a full story, a lot longer with more development. Anyway, enjoy the read, and I really hope you like it!! Mwah mwah mwah <3

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

It happened fast. Much too fast.

One moment, you were arriving home after a late night, and the next, glass shattered, and your front door was thrown open before you could react. You had put up a struggle— shadows shifted in the dim light, your heartbeat pounded in your ears, and terror clouded your judgement. The training had kicked in eventually. You remembered to protect your abdomen and go for soft tissue.

But you weren’t invincible.

This one had the element of surprise on you. A sharp pain bloomed across your ribs as he threw you against the wall, air leaving your lungs in a strangled gasp. You didn’t back down— you clawed and scratched and screamed at everything around you. But nothing could stop the world from going black when he pistol-whipped you across the temple.

——

They were all there when you came to. Every member of the team. 

Morgan was draped across a chair, eyes filled with worry. JJ sat on your bed, fingers lightly grasped onto yours, with Emily right behind her. Garcia was next to Rossi, fidgeting with her glasses as if she’d rushed there in a panic. Even Reid was there, book in hand, though he wasn’t reading it. 

And, of course— Hotch. Removed and distant, watching from the door. But his eyes remained sharp as if tracking every micro-expression on your face, cataloguing every tiny shift in your posture and breathing.

You forced a smile, ignoring the pain lashing up your sides. “I’m fine,” you had said, voice scratchy from disuse.

The team exchanged glances. No one believed you.

“You went through a home invasion,” Rossi rumbled, “That’s not something you just brush off.”

You shrugged— wincing slightly— forcing out a chuckle. “I’m alive, aren't I?”

Hotch’s jaw tightened. “That’s not the point.”

“I’m really all right,” you repeated with some finality, shutting the conversation down. But you could feel Hotch’s gaze boring into you, even though the others reluctantly let it drop.

——

You returned to work too soon. The team knew it. You knew it.

But you had to. Because if you stayed at home, it meant thinking about what happened. It meant hearing the mirror fracturing, the door slamming, and the rasp of your voice as you screamed for your life. You couldn’t let the fear win. How many times had you said that exact thing to the family of a victim?

So you forced normalcy. Maybe if you said you were fine enough times, you’d actually start believing it. You smiled at Garcia’s ramblings, entertained Derek’s teasing and exchanged theories with Reid.

Eventually, the team forgot. They trusted you were better. You were starting to believe that, too.

But Hotch wasn’t fooled.

He watched you like a hawk, day in and day out. He noted how you avoided talking about the attack, the way you tensed when you heard the word ‘home’. He watched you as you acted the role of someone who had moved on.

He wasn’t buying it.

——

The panic attack hit when you least expected it.

Some stupid sound triggered it; you had no idea what. It could’ve been anything— a door creaking or a chair shifting. Whatever it was, you suddenly weren’t in the BAU anymore.

You were there again. 

The office disappeared. The air was thick, suffocating you as it forced itself down your throat. The walls of your apartment were closing in around you, and you could feel everything and nothing at all. 

Your breath hitched. Your vision tunnelled. Your fingers trembled violently as you gripped your chair to ground yourself. But your body betrayed you, kicking itself into high drive. Your ribs hurt again, the phantom pain searing across your skin like he’d thrown you into the wall all over again.

Then— “Hey.”

A voice. Familiar, dulcet and steady.

Aaron.

You flinched as he neared you, brain oscillating between past and present, fear and reality. But he stopped a few feet away, palms exposed towards you, body language careful and measured.

You suck in a breath, “I’m— I’m fine.”

His brows stitched together. “No, you are not.”

“Please, Hotch. I just— I just need a minute.”

He didn’t move. He just watched. Waiting, letting you decide.

The minute wasn’t nearly enough. In an effort to normalise your breathing, you’d begun hyperventilating. Your head was spinning. This wasn’t working. You weren’t okay, and Hotch knew it. Before you could wave him off, he closed the distance between you, carefully placing his palms on your shoulders. 

The warmth was grounding. Aaron was real. Aaron was solid. The phantom touches crawling across your skin were not.

“Look at me,” he murmured, voice soft but authority evident.

You did what he said. You had no energy to protest. And one look into his coffee-coloured eyes was all it took. The dam broke.

You gulped cool air in, breath catching on a sob you hadn’t meant to let out. But you persevered, taking one breath after another. Aaron didn’t say a word. He didn’t tell you to relax, to calm down, or force you to speak. He just held you, anchoring your consciousness to the present.

Minutes passed, maybe even hours.

When your heartbeat finally settled, Aaron spoke again. 

“You don’t have to keep pretending.”

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, crumpling it. “I can’t stop,” you whispered.

Aaron’s grip on you tightened, ever so slightly. “Then let me help you.”

For once you didn’t argue.

Thank you for reading!I appreciate any likes/comments/reblogs/follows. Constructive criticism is welcome. Do not plagiarise my content and/or post it anywhere without crediting me.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[kaisacobra]

Speak No Evil - Sam Carpenter

Part 1 of Dark Knight series

Summary: You think Tara's sister hates you, or, at least, she is embarrassingly aware of your little crush on her. You couldn't be further from the truth, but Sam wouldn't let you know the length she'd go to protect you.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Stalker!Sam, violence, blood, character death (not main) mentions of sex, cursing, mostly following canon.

w.c: 5.6 k

“Ugh, I just want to get home and throw myself on the couch.”

“Real.”

You and Tara climbed the stairs to her apartment side by side, dragging your feet more than anything else due to the exhaustion of the grueling day in college. You almost sighed with relief when you arrived in front of the familiar door, seeing your best friend take the key out of her pocket and open the lock with her shoulder already against the wall.

She entered the house already throwing her own bag aside, without even noticing the object sliding across the wooden floor. Being a visitor, you couldn't afford the same carelessness, opting to leave your bag on one of the small sofas. Your shoulders thanked you when they were spared the weight of the textbooks after long minutes on the subway and walking.

“You're home early, Sam.”

Automatically, your heart started racing when you heard Tara's simple words and you turned around at lightning speed to see Samantha Carpenter emerging from the kitchen, wearing nothing more than a gray tank top and black pants, comfortable to wear at home but dangerous for your eyes.

“They robbed that electronics store next to the bar.” She shrugged at her own explanation, but you were more focused on the way her biceps seemed to bulge when she crossed her arms. “The boss chose to close it for safety reasons, plus no one would want to drink with a police car parked right outside the door.”

“H-Hi, Sam!” You raised your hand to greet her, but your brain froze as you decided between a gesture, and you ended up with a strange three-fingered salute.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you instantly regretted your action, especially after Sam barely reacted to your presence, with nothing more than a nod to indicate that she had heard you. She had barely finished greeting you when she turned to Tara again. “Since I'm here, I can cook something for dinner instead of getting takeout.”

“Great!” Tara agreed beside you. “Just don't do too much. Y/n and I are going to make popcorn and watch a movie right now, I won't be that hungry later.”

“And I'm not staying for dinner!” You hastened to say, not wanting to give Sam any more trouble, especially when she seemed to stare into the depths of your soul with those piercing dark eyes. “I-I still have a lot to study, I have to get back early.”

Still remaining a woman of few words, Sam merely nodded and began to retreat to the kitchen again, before stopping to point at Tara. “Just don't make it too loud. Last time I had to listen to a lot of complaints from the lady upstairs.”

“You got it.” Tara replied with a joking salute and the older sister just rolled her eyes before finally leaving the two of you alone. It wasn't long before you became the butt of Tara's jokes, as she mimicked your voice in an annoyingly high-pitched tone. “H-Hi, S-S-Sam...”

“Fuck you.” You punched the girl weakly in the shoulder as you walked over to the couch, throwing yourself against the cushions with your arms crossed. Tara paid no attention to the micro-aggression, laughing even louder as she sat down next to you, crossing her legs on the furniture.

A sigh escaped your throat as Tara turned on the television and flipped through the catalog of some streaming network, probably looking for another horror movie. “I think your sister hates me.”

“Nah, that's just how she is.” The shorter girl threw a gesture of indifference. “But she surely knows about this big ass crush you have on her.”

You felt your face catch fire again at the accusation. “I don’t- .”

“Yes, you do. It's obvious and it's disgusting.”

“Yeah?” You decided to join in Tara's teasing game, knowing that this was just one of your usual friendly banter. “Like the crush you have on that blonde from the basketball team?”

“Look, i’ll have you know that-”

You interrupt Tara with a shush escaping from between your lips, parted in a smile. Your phone had just beeped with a notification and you quickly pulled it out of your pocket to see Mindy's text on your lock screen.

Unfortunately, the content of the message instantly broke the fun mood. “Shit.” You cursed through your teeth, feeling the corners of your lips drop.

You could feel Tara stirring on the sofa, dragging herself to your side as she tried to read what was on your screen. “What?”

A sigh. “Mindy's asking me about what happened at ARCS.”

“Oh.”

Analysis and Reflection on Contemporary Society, also called ARCS, was an elective that you and Tara were taking and it basically consisted of having a debate on a topic proposed by the teacher every class. You had joined because the proposal was interesting, but most of the students were only there because Professor Ross graded you through attendance and not through exams.

Which was a good indicator of the type of person who was attending those classes.

The moment of silence was broken by your best friend's hesitant voice. “Do you... want to talk about what happened?” 

Tara, bless her heart, wasn't the best person to offer emotional support and you knew that very well, both because of the long year you'd been friends for and because of the complete awkwardness she found herself in. Even so, you knew she wouldn't rest until you took some of the weight off your back.

“I don't want to pay too much attention to this.” You huffed, shoving your phone back into your pocket as if it were the reason for your anger. “E.J. Abrams called me a bitch to the whole class, who cares? Everyone knows I was getting his ass in that debate.”

Seeing that you were more annoyed than hurt, Tara jumped at the chance to curse the boy, feeling much more comfortable now that the topic seemed to be centered on hatred. “That little shit. He thinks he can do whatever he wants because he's blond and strong and some dumb girls suck his toes.”

“I think it's more the fact that he's a medal-winning swimmer on the Olympic team and he's in one of the most exclusive fraternities on campus.”

“Well, fuck that ridiculous fraternity and fuck his medals too.” Tara continued, seeming to enjoy the way the F-word came out of her mouth. “I can't believe Professor Ross didn't even give him a warning.”

“I can.” You retorted without much joy, knowing damn well that the man would never intervene in any discussion between students because it was all part of the “debate experience”. Which, in fact, seemed more like an excuse so that he wouldn't have to get directly involved in any conflict.

With the movie completely forgotten in the background, you and Tara continued to curse every last generation of E.J., transferring all your indignation into words that the boy would probably never hear.

Meanwhile, someone else was listening to the entire conversation through the thin walls of the apartment, making a mental note to do more research on E.J. Abrams another time.

__

Sam was glad she had decided to wear a stronger jacket. New York nights were gradually getting colder as winter approached.

If she turned around, she would probably see students rushing around as they crossed campus, trying to get to their dorms before the curfew. Without even looking at her watch, Sam knew that they had approximately 5 minutes before 10:30 pm. She liked to arrive at 10.

But she didn't turn around, choosing to keep her back against the bars of the fire exit one floor above yours. She still couldn't believe that she had a perfect, hidden view of your entire room through your window, but Sam would never complain about that gift.

It was a safety issue, yes, but you were never going to be in danger when she was right there, in that fire exit, every night. No other person would harm you as long as she was there.

“Are you still hiding behind false pretenses?”

Sam would recognize that dry, slurred voice anywhere. She barely had to turn her head to see her father, or the image of him, sitting right in front of her with that familiar mischievous smile. He looked as he always did, not that a hallucination could have such a vast closet. White blouse stained with blood, messy black hair and eyes that Sam sometimes recognized in the mirror.

“There's nothing false about what I'm doing.” Sam muttered in response, even though she knew she shouldn't. 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” Billy continued, his smile getting wider with the attention he was receiving. “I know more than anyone that everyone needs a good obsession. Obsession makes perfect, doesn't it?”

This time, Samantha chose to leave him without an answer. Obsession. That word sounded so ugly to her ears, completely wrong too. She wasn't obsessed with you, she was just... protecting you.

At first, that hadn't exactly been Sam's intention, of course. When Tara talked about a new friendship, her protective big sister instincts instantly went on alert. No one could blame her after everything they'd been through in Woodsboro and more recently in her own apartment.

But she also couldn't deprive Tara of having a normal life and interacting with other people. Not everyone was a psycho waiting for an opportunity to stick a knife in the Carpenters. Still, Sam wanted to make sure that you weren't going to be another disappointment in her sister's life.

That's how she found herself on that fire escape for the first time, making sure that you really lived in the dorms, that you hadn't lied about your identity, that you didn't have a secret agenda or sneak out at night to play God and take some lives.

But you were... normal. Sam would even say that you were more normal than she and Tara would ever be. Everything about you was genuine and you carried with you a kindness that made Sam stop thinking of you as a suspect to someone she put on her mental protection list.

And it was by studying your normality, immersing herself in your pure and well-intentioned actions that Sam realized she was no longer watching you because she lacked trust in your person, but rather because she wanted that for herself. Those moments watching you from afar, seeing you live your life, brought an inner peace to Sam that she couldn't even explain.

It had been months since she had started this routine, so Sam knew very well that in a few minutes your roommate would open the window to use her pink-flavored vape, since you hated the smell being trapped in the room. The open window would allow Sam to eavesdrop on 20 minutes of conversation between you and your friend, which Sam thought was perfect for finding out at least a little about what was going on in your life.

Just as planned, the blonde opened the window and leaned both elbows on the sill, letting the flavored smoke escape through her lips as she took another drag of the pink device. Sam didn't like your roommate, Sammy - yes, she had also found the coincidence of names a bit ironic -  because she thought the girl was... too clingy with you.

But as far as Sam knew, it wasn't a crime to be a clingy friend. It was just annoying. Annoying wasn't enough reason for Sam to do anything about it.

“... Well, frat guys are shit.” Sammy spoke over another puff of smoke, probably finishing answering something. “They must have a total of two neurons combined.”

“I knoooww...” You whined, rubbing a hand across your face in frustration. Sam could see you lying on your bed with your phone in your hand, certain that you must’ve been scrolling on your social media, as you always did at that time. “But the people in class laughed at me at the time and, I don't know, I don't want to be made a laughing stock.”

Sam felt an angry pulse in her neck. It was outrageous that you were afraid of being ridiculed in your class because some idiot thought it was funny to interrupt your debate to call you a bitch. She could almost picture the scene if she closed her eyes, and just the thought of seeing your lost and embarrassed expression made her blood boil.

“Did they put any videos online? If you want, I can delete it.”

The proposal was genuine. While Sam was still doing her own research on your life (for safety's sake, of course), she had found your roommate's data as well. Sammy was a computer science major and, from the internship she had landed with a great salary, she must have been very good at what she did.

“I'll take a look.” You answered in a low voice, your eyes frantically running over the phone screen, looking for something that Sam would never be able to see from that distance.

Billy chose that moment to come back to torment his daughter, his evil smile almost shining in the moonlight. “It's so good that there are so many people who care about our girl, isn't it?”

“Shut up.” Sam grunted through her teeth. He could even be a figment of her mind, but Sam was never going to let Billy ever refer to you as his possession.

In response, he just laughed, his dead head falling back as he amused himself at the girl's growing annoyance. If Billy had a material body, Sam would already have provided a fresh wave of red on his stained shirt.

“FUCK!”

Sam turned her head towards the window like a bolt of lightning as soon as she heard your cry of outrage. Sammy had also done the same, removing the vape from her lips as she turned around with wide eyes. “What?! What?!”

“Look at this shit!” You squawked, waving your phone in the blonde's direction. From a distance, the most Sam could see was the layout of the app. It looked like twitter, but she couldn't be sure.

Not that that was going to be a problem. Carpenter quickly took her phone out of her pocket, opening it to the app that used to have a bird as its icon. Fortunately, the account she wanted to use was already open and she had no trouble finding what she was looking for.

Yes, Sam had also created one or two fake social media accounts when she was investigating you, just to be safe. She had gotten the data from a Gordon Wu, who was majoring in engineering at your university and had apparently never created an account for himself. Sam thought he wouldn't mind if she borrowed it.

It was easy to create a profile with no photos and start following other students at the university to keep up to date with everything that was going on, as well as other random accounts such as soccer memes and Pokémon just to keep her little disguise authentic. Fortunately, the app's algorithm seemed to understand that what Sam really wanted to know was what was going on at Blackmore.

So it wasn't long before she saw E.J Abrams' verified account on her timeline, with a tweet that had over 2k likes:

@themanEJ: That bitch in ARCS just got mad cause she wants this d again

Sam's eye twitched.

“I can't believe he posted that!” You complained even louder, a mixture of anger and dread in your voice. “I've never slept with him! Never! And I never want to!”

The comments were horrible. Men encouraging E.J., calling you crazy and giving reason to his lies, women saying they wouldn't miss the same opportunity or adding fuel to the gossip, asking for the name of the mysterious bitch.

“I'll see if I can delete it, okay?” Sammy patted your shoulder before going to her own side of the room, opening her computer while trying to somehow take down that tweet. Meanwhile, Sam's hands clenched into a fist in the pockets of her jacket.

“You know what to do, Sam.” That familiar voice whispered in her ear, like a snake tempting her to bite the apple. “Are you really going to let that fucker hurt our girl?”

“She's not your girl.”

“But she's yours, isn't she?” Billy retorted without wasting any time, his dark eyes sparkling at the mere idea of having fun in his favorite way. “Don't you remember how good it felt to finish off Bailey? How amazing you felt sticking that knife, my knife, in his eye after he played with your family?”

Sam remembered the excitement, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she took revenge for everything he and his family had done, the smile that automatically opened on her face after he had stopped moving. She remembered how satisfying it had been to slit Richie's throat as if he were a fish, watching him beg for air as the blood dripped to the floor.

E.J... he hadn't killed anyone, but... he deserved it, didn't he? He shouldn't have messed with you. Someone had to teach him a lesson.

“You know you want this, Sam. Don't fight your instincts.”

She felt the weight of Billy's knife in her pocket, serving as a nudge, as if it were another way for the universe to tell her that she was right, that she should do it. 

For the first time in months, Sam looked behind her at the fire escape, now no longer focused on your window, but on the entrance to the house of a famous fraternity that wasn't that far from your dorm.

__

It was incredibly easy to get into the house. Really. The front door was open.

Sam didn't even have to make an effort to get to the boy's room, as her footsteps were completely drowned out by the loud trap music that was blasting from the speakers. She caught a glimpse of four guys playing ping-pong in the kitchen and another two playing video games in the living room.

None noticed her presence and she didn't make a point of being seen either, especially while she was dodging protein bar wrappers and plastic cups that were lying on the floor. She climbed the stairs two steps at a time, wanting to do what she needed to do right away to get out of that nightmare of a place.

She took her phone out of her pocket as soon as she reached the top floor, looking at one of the photos E.J. had posted on his Instagram that showed a bit of his bedroom from the back. The walls were dark blue with some of his medals hanging on them, along with photos of him receiving them. Sam hoped that the boys' rooms weren't all the same.

Fortunately, the first door she walked through was exactly where she needed to be. E.J.'s room wasn't much better than she had imagined. Pants and boxers (which she hoped were clean) were scattered all over the floor and the room smelled of an uncomfortable mixture of aftershave and an extremely woody perfume, to the point of making Sam's nose sting in response.

And there it was, the blue wall full of medals and photos of the boy, like a mural entirely dedicated to his narcissism. Sam was tempted to destroy some of those pictures, punch them right in the middle of that static smile of the boy-next-door that she knew very well was completely fake. There was nothing good about E.J. The world would be a better place without him.

Sam sat on the completely messed up bed, with one sheet turned over and two pillows completely crumpled. E.J. seemed to be the kind of guy who had someone to do the cleaning for him at home, of course he wouldn't be able to do something as simple as making his own bed. He probably thought it wasn't his job.

Speaking of the devil, it didn't take long for E.J. to walk into his own room and be surprised by the sight of the brunette in his bed. He was tall and strong, as an athlete should be, of course. Some people would say he almost looked like Captain America, if you completely ignored the part about having moral values.

Not that that would intimidate Sam. If anything, it would only make the result all the more satisfying.

“Heeey, babe.” Abrams cracked a mischievous smile, analyzing Sam as if she were a piece of meat. “I don't remember having anything scheduled today. Did the guys fix you up for me?”

She had to press her black gloved hands against her thighs to stop herself from immediately jumping on the boy's neck. Act, Sam. Billy's voice and her own were mixing in her head, trying to keep her in line. Sam cracked the best smile she could manage. 

“I just had to have a chance with the hottest guy in Blackmore.” She winked, trying to swallow the disgust she felt at those words. Sam got out of bed slowly, her movements being followed by E.J. like a hungry predator. “Better lock the door, huh? We don't want any interruptions.”

“You're right, beautiful.” The boy quickly agreed, turning the lock behind him at the same time as Sam reached him, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You've got attitude, kitten. I like that.”

“I bet.” Sam smiled again, knocking him onto the bed just as he made a move to try and grab her waist. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying her best to maintain a seductive voice. “Why don't you take it off for me, E.J.?”

“Right away.” He nodded, making a show of opening the only three buttons on his polo shirt before pulling the green fabric off over his head, as if Sam was interested in seeing that pile of muscles that would soon spasm until they stiffened.

Sam took a single step closer to the bed, watching the boy crawl through the messy covers until he rested his back on the headboard, spreading his legs as if to invite Sam in. She just tilted her head to the side, her arms crossed. “E.J… What does it stand for?”

“W-What?” The athlete muttered, his eyes widening for a brief moment before he tried to pull himself together in his fake suave persona. “You don't need to know that, kitten. Come here and I'll give you something else to think about.”

“Can I guess, then?” Sam continued, finally climbing onto the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress right next to Abrams' thick thighs, pinning him in place. He only nodded, biting his lip as he appreciated the sight above him. “I'd say it's... Edward Jacob Abrams. But you tell everyone you're Edward James, so you don't have to admit that your mother named you after the two hot guys from Twilight. You don't think that's a very manly name, do you?”

E.J.'s expression went from surprise, to panic, to pure hatred. His set jaw quickly clenched and he made a point of getting up to confront Sam. “Listen here, you bitch - OOF.”

Whatever he was going to complain about was interrupted by a swift punch right in his Adam's apple, causing the boy's hands to go up to his throat as he searched for air. His white face quickly turned red and a few tears escaped from his eyes as he struggled to breathe.

Sam smiled at the scene. “You're really like calling women by that word, huh? It's about time someone shut your filthy mouth.”

With a lot of effort and his eyes twitching, E.J. managed to spit out a few words. “Y-You're c-crazy!” He coughed, the veins in his throat widening with the effort, his skin almost turning a purplish hue.

“Maybe.” Carpenter murmured, calmly taking the knife out of her pocket, admiring how the metal of the blade glistened against the moon rays coming through the window. “But you need to learn a thing or two about swallowing your words.”

In one swift movement, Sam used the handle of the knife to strike E.J.'s fingers with a resounding crack, making him grunt in pain and pull his hands away from the front of his neck, which had been Samantha's target all along. He raised his hands, trying to reach the woman to strangle her, but Sam had been faster.

With a single blow, now with the blade, E.J.'s throat had been slit open, spurting wine-red blood from his neck down his bare torso like a waterfall. He opened his eyes wide, his vocal cords gurgling in an attempt to speak, or to call for help, but nothing came out.

He struggled with one last effort to escape, but Sam also had strength in her lower limbs and trapped E.J.'s thighs between her own, forcing him to stay in place while he lost more and more blood and oxygen.

In a way, it was as if Sam was stealing his soul. Her eyes glowed maniacally as the brightness of the boy's eyes dimmed, his muscles growing weaker and his limbs abandoned him, giving up any chance of salvation.

Sam leaned forward, not minding the way her gloves got stained with the blood that now covered the entire bed. She moved closer to E.J.'s ear and whispered, “Who's the bitch now?”

Taking advantage of the boy's almost deoxygenated state, Sam opened his mouth without resistance, aligning her knife with E.J.'s tongue. Through the reflex of the blade, she swore she’d seen Billy’s eyes staring back at hers.

The sharp object descended on the tip of the athlete’s tongue, cutting the muscle with fluidity and letting the small piece fall back into EJ’s trachea, making it even more difficult for the boy to breathe, who at that point was a few seconds from fainting. His mouth was filled with blood, escaping from his lips and mixing with the red that drenched his neck.

E.J was finally unresponsive, breathing non-existent as well as his pulse. The boy’s blue eyes were completely lifeless, staring at Sam in an empty expression. She thought she’d feel a little bad. He was young and had not done much more than stupid mistakes of a 20-something asshole.

But she didn’t feel bad. Because that stupid mistake had been made against you, so he deserved it.

"You didn’t have to do this thing in the end, you know?" Billy commented in a faux bored voice, walking through EJ’s room with his hands behind his back, admiring the walls. "You’re more of a dramatic killer than I am."

"Shut up." Sam muttered back, feeling the tiredness begin to take over. She looked at the digital clock by E.J’s bed, which marked 00:04. Maybe she could be in bed by 1 am, which would give her six hours of sleep before she needed to get up for work. It was more than Sam usually slept, but she had the feeling her sleep would be hard as a stone that night.

Sam stood up from bed carefully, murmuring swears as she saw that the blood had stained her gloves and pants. She had expected to throw the gloves off but, man, she liked these pants.

"Who would’ve guessed that the impulse you needed to become like me was to mess with your heart and not your head."

"I’m not like you." Sam denied, turning to the image of her father in the corner of the room, his damn smirk seemed bigger than ever. She did not try to deny the rest of the sentence, however, because she knew it was true.

Her heart was her greatest weakness. And you seemed to be taking up a lot of space in it.

Billy laughed, approaching his daughter with slow, calculated steps. "You can deny as much as you like, Samantha. You have my blood in your veins and other’s blood on your hands. You cannot escape your family line."

"But, of course, you only did what you did because you needed to defend the honor of the poor and helpless Y/n." he continued, mockery escaping from his non-living lips, feeding on the growing anger in Sam’s chest. "Her knight in shining armour. No, scratch that. There’s nothing shining about you, Sam. You’re her Dark Knight"

She looked into the eyes of her father, seeing her clenched jaw being reflected in the pupil surrounded by an onyx iris. As much as she hated the way he talked about you, Sam couldn’t say that she hated the idea of being your knight, however twisted it was.

"I’ll up the dose of my medication."

"Ha! It’s gonna take more than a few pills to get rid of me, Samantha." Billy shook his head, a humorous smile still on his face. He bypassed his daughter, analyzing the crime scene as an art expert analyzes a painting. "Now let’s clean that up, shall we? No Loomis leaves behind evidence."

__

"If anyone asks me about E.J today, I’ll kill myself."

"Woah! Okay, how about we avoid suicide here?" Mindy replied from your side, gently pushing her shoulder with yours as you walked around the campus. 

"Yeah, if someone has to die here, it’s got to be the people who come and try to fuck with you." Tara added, walking on your other side with the headphones hanging from her neck. "I’ll do it!"

"How about we don’t kill anyone?" Chad joined the conversation, a little further behind you while still struggling to put on his football jacket. Anika, next to Mindy, rolled his eyes with the boy’s words.

"Stop being boring, dude."

The familiarity of the conversation with your friends relieved some of your anxiety, but not completely. E.J’s tweet had gotten more than 3k likes throughout the night and most of them came from people from your college. As stupid as he was, people liked to be siding with a pretty face.

As you approached the communal area of students, more you felt a weight falling on your shoulders. It was almost as if your body was anticipating the looks, whispers and fingers pointed in your direction, as if you were a circus attraction - "The girl rejected by E.J Abrams"

But that never came, not even when you approached the tables occupied by several students. They all seemed more concerned to look at their own phones, apparently immersed in some gossip by the increasing volume of whispers in unison.

"What happened?" You turned to your friends with furrowed eyebrows, watching Mindy mumble a brief I don’t know while pulling the phone out of her pocket. Around you, people seemed scared, as if something terrible had happened. 

You unconsciously thought it might be something else related to the ghostface attacks and the hell your friends had experienced in the past. You had heard the stories, had sympathized with the trauma experienced by them, although you secretly wished that the same fate would never fall on you.

Maybe that was the universe signaling you had no escape.

"Oh My God!" Mindy exclaimed as she opened her phone. Anika, beside her, took a hand to her mouth in complete horror and shock. You, Chad and Tara rushed to surround her, trying to read the news that had left the entire student body in a state of dread.

Athlete and fraternity member is found dead this morning. Suspicion of foul play falls on his roommates.

Gasps were slipping out of your throat as you kept reading the news. E.J Abrams was dead. His throat and tongue had been cut and the boy had bled to death in his own bed. The police had found some traces of hair from the other residents of the fraternity on his nails and they were the main suspects, with the current theory that it had been a prank that ended very badly.

You had a ringing in your ear. You’d woken up this morning wishing EJ would die, but now that he was really dead you felt... What? Relief? Revenge? Disgust? Fear?

A silence fell on your friends, but you could understand the thought that was being shared even without words. None of you felt bad for EJ, but the idea of your cursing suddenly being materialized seemed eerily real.

"Well, I hope they don’t cancel classes." Tara shrugged, being the first to give up pretending to care about the situation. "I didn’t walk all this way for nothing."

She pulled you by the arm, taking you out of your inner thoughts for a moment as you went towards the ARCS room, both knowing that one of the chairs would be empty but with the sketch of a body that was once there.

E.J was dead, but instead of relief, you felt in your guts that something was wrong.

[hntnsshi]

Beads of sweat trickled down the nape of your neck. Your muscles felt tense, stomach doing somersaults full of worry as you keep side-glancing the phone laid on top of the coffee table. In front of you, a pair of crimson eyes was boring into said phone which successfully heightened your anxiety even more.

Shadow had his lip on a tight line with a look that screamed ‘what and why are we doing this’ directed at the small rectangular object— the source of your main worries. No words was spoken between the two of you, and it’s not as if he demanded to access your phone right away. Shadow had always respected your privacy despite knowing how weird you had been reacting after being prompted to show your phone to the dark hedgehog. There was no suspicion nor forceful remarks. It was just the two of you and your blasted phone in the middle of the room.

“…you don’t have to do this,” in the midst of the silence, Shadow softly murmured. You could hear the slight strain underneath his voice, “I understand if you have boundaries to keep. You shouldn’t waste your time for something so meaningless,” even when he’s trying to reassure you, deep down you could sense that maybe Shadow was a little bit upset for not gaining enough of your trust after all these years. You had spent enough time with him to catch on the micro gestures Shadow used to express himself at times, and it pained you for being so secretive around him when he had come a long way to finally open up bit by bit towards you.

It’s not like you’re hiding something big, anyway! It’s just—

Inhale, then exhale. You shook your head in disagreement, gaze fixed into Shadow’s with determination as you reached to your phone. Your fingers swiftly tapped against the screen pads before the lock screen transitioned away with a clicking sound. With a gentleness you didn’t expect you have, your free hand clasped onto Shadow’s gloved ones— enjoying the warmth radiating from his palm for a moment before guiding it below your phone. You gave Shadow a nudge as his name escaped past your lips with a certain tenderness to it. The latter lifted his head at your call, eyes wide and uncertain after you let go of the cold metallic object on his hand. Shadow held his breath slightly when his fingers were guided inward to grasp on your phone, your hold firm against his before letting go.

Shadow went silent for a while, “Are you… sure about this?”

Well, you’re not hiding anything suspiciously harmful (?) if you could be honest. Heck— you often yap to Shadow about the weird conversations you had with your friends or family (He would nod in silence, attentively listening despite not knowing the modern terms you occasionally throw here and there. You might get teary with how the guy was trying his best to understand your brain rot slangs by asking questions and memorizing them down for future reference). You also felt comfortable playing your games in front of the brooding guy (he enjoyed the quality time spent with you even in silence), Shadow probably knew what kind of applications you use to spend your time at this point.

So you nodded, encouraging him to go through your phone.

And so Shadow did.

You tried your best not to screech as if you’re insane the moment he flicked the screen open. The tension building inside you spiked high and low in a drastic pace each time his fingers hovered over the gallery app, only to touch something else. Maybe Shadow knew from the way you were fidgeting on the end of your sleeves, or the way you chew on your bottom lip whenever he eyed the unassuming application. Either way, he finally came to the last thing he hadn’t gone through : the cursed phone gallery.

As a chronically online person who had a habit of hyper fixating on what you love, saving TONS of media inside your gallery wasn’t a surprising thing to do. You saved pictures, recorded videos, edited random things to express your hobby no matter how absurd it was— no matter the shape and form, your artistic desire burned brightly as a way to channel your passion in a harmless way.

The same rule also applied to how you convey your feelings to the silent hedgehog who was currently at loss for words.

You didn’t want to bother Shadow with your bottled up affection. You understand he hated people who went too far with his personal space, so it became a norm to tip toe around the male and only initiate physical contact when necessary. Saving Shadow’s pictures in a stalker-ish manner was wrong, but it’s not as if you’re taking any of his pictures secretly when it’s only the two of you! You had Rouge to thank for that (It was a joke at first— a means to have blackmail materials where Rouge would send you Shadow’s candid pictures while they’re on a mission. It became a bad habit where she relished on your joyful squeals eventually).

Yeah, this was it. You sobbed internally, flushing from embarrassment while begging to crawl back into the hole you came from due to the unreadable expression plastered across Shadow’s face. Oh dear, judging by the lack of immediate reaction coming from Shadow, his self-restraint was amazing compared to how you would feel if you were on his shoes. Because let’s be real here,

Who wouldn’t crash out if they saw HUNDREDS of pictures and videos of themselves, on someone ELSE’S phone gallery?

A popular sped-up music you used for an edit of Shadow’s pictures suddenly blasted through the phone speakers. You couldn’t help but wince at the volume, second-hand embarrassment clearly biting you back on the butt. The cheerful track now stuck on a loop since Shadow’s gaze stayed still— hands frozen on place.

And then his eyes met yours. Brows glowered, muzzle scrunched up into a deep scowl to show his irritation and shame.

“… This looks stupid. Why would you even enjoy this kind of thing?”

But the way his cheeks flared with a shade of deep crimson and his bashful look begged to differ.

[dalishious]

Ramblings on "Eight Little Talons"

The Talons

One of the most interesting things about the Tevinter Nights story, “Eight Little Talons”, is how it portrays the relationship between all the different Talons.

The very first paragraph features Viago reflecting on how important decorum was, because he does not want to be shown up by the others. He then goes onto think about how unusual it is to have such a gathering of Talons, and that they will need to put aside their differences if they want to accomplish their goal of a united front against the Qunari invasion. The quote, “while all Talons were peers, the same could not be said about their resources and influence,” paints a picture of how even though they are all individually powerful, yes, there is still the ladder of supremacy based on First Talon to Eighth Talon. As such, they are all stuck playing a game against each other to keep or advance their positions on that ladder. Additionally, Dante refers to a competition that exists between the north and south of Antiva.

This is, ultimately, their downfall. It’s what Emil claims motivated him to take them out. He admires the noble origins of the Antivan Crows, and dislikes what they’ve become. He tells Teia, “Now, it’s all about family. Blood. Instead of a claw working as one, we fight over scraps. Eventually, we’ll all starve.” And in the end, he says, “It’s always money with all of us. That’s the problem. In the beginning, we were protectors. We fought for Antiva—for the people. Then somewhere along the way we chose profit over patriotism.”

Viago de Riva

I love how Viago proficiency with poison is both a blessing and a curse for him. On one hand, it makes him very good at his job. But on the other, he is profoundly paranoid about being poisoned himself. He has memorized how different ingredients react and can be hidden in different foods, and refuses to consume anything handed to him without either testing it first or preparing antidotes. He dresses to show the least amount of skin possible, and is anxious over any form of contact with another person. He takes a daily micro-dose of Adder’s Kiss to develop an immunity to it.

Another interesting thing about Viago, is how bitter he is about being a bastard son of the Antivan King. When Teia wonders about his past, she knows better than to actually ask him any questions. Viago was only given two choices in life because of the circumstances of his birth: either live in luxurious exile, or join the Crows. He resents all his half-siblings who chose the first, and he resents the king himself. Viago may be more powerful than them all, even the king, but he is now stuck in this life. Had he not been, he thinks he could been a better ruler of Antiva.

While Viago is certainly skilled – he firmly believes he could kill every Talon at the summit if he wanted to - it’s easy to infer that it was nepotism that earned his rank, or at least that’s the reputation he has, based on the comment from Dante: “Your daddy will protect you”.

Viago sees himself as a recluse. Teia says his reputation is that of a curmudgeon, and in her defence, he himself says he doesn’t care about being liked, he just wants to be respected and feared. I think the fact that he was raised in a “gilded cage” with a mother whom he remembers only for her wine-stained teeth had a lot of influence on this. He’s been alone all his life.

Andarateia “Teia” Cantori

Just like Viago, Teia has an unconventional speciality as well. While Viago observes that she weaponized her beauty, I would propose that Teia’s real mastery is manipulation. Using her beauty is certainly part of that, but in examining the way she responds to each and every character differently shows that she is playing a far subtler game. She shoehorns Viago into riding with her in a gondola, so that the others will gossip about how their houses must be in an alliance – the goal being to give them more power in the discussions. She calls Caterina “Nonna”, which Caterina points out that not even her actual grandchildren do, as a way of disarming the First Talon. And when she interrogates Dante, yes the serum he’s under helps, but it’s her cunning persuasiveness that does the leg work.

Viago remarks that at twenty-eight years old, Teia is the youngest Talon in history. Perhaps this is a contributing factor to why she has a different perspective than the others, when it comes to her dislike of “the bottom line” – the obsession with making coin for their kills. She also has her own set of rules the others do not follow; for example, she refuses to kill servants unless absolutely necessary. And she displays the ability to sympathize with people in a way that the other Talons do not. So you could call it naivety, sure. But I believe it’s more to do with just the type of person she is. We know from Zevran how the Crows work hard to burn out everything except murder in their recruits, but the fact that Teia holds onto her compassion speaks of how strong it is.

It’s also worth mentioning that Teia had to accomplish a hell of a lot to get where she is. “An elf born in an alley with no family or connections, Teia and her rise to power had caused quite the controversy. The Antivan Crows always told new recruits that anyone could become a Talon, but it rarely happened.” She tells Viago that she does not let where she comes from define her, nor is she ashamed of who she is. I love that. I love how unapologetic Teia is about herself.

[vibratingskull]

I try...ANYWAY IT'S ANGSTY THRAWN HOUR

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Angsty, kinda hurt/comfort, love declaration, first kiss, pre-relationship, farewells and adieus

“He is asleep...” You sigh, sitting next the pilote seat. 

Mitth’raw’nuruodo barely turns his head to you as he taps away on the keyboard in front of him, his other hand solidly wrapped around the handle of the lever. 

“All right.” He responds, “It has been a busy day for him.” 

“For all of us.” 

You roll your shoulders with a wince, trying to relax, thinking back about everything that happened today. You have been sent on a reconnaissance mission for the Outbound Flight project with your young padawan and came across an unexpected meeting.  

Mitth’raw’nuruodo. 

An adult alien...Like your padawan. 

This was a surprise, to say the least. So far away from your side of the galaxy, you struck gold with someone who could speak Meese Caulf with you to guide you.  

Mitth’raw’nuruodo, or Thrawn as he asked you to pronounce, was a man of few words at the beginning. A cold, stern mask on his face, he barely batted an eye at Maceo’s presence with you. Even less reacted when he discovered you both wielded the force to get out of an ambush. 

But he was definitely... interested. Unlike Maceo. 

Maceo looked surprised at first before completely closing in on himself and taking care not to offer Thrawn any attention. You thought he would take advantage of the situation and ask so many questions, Thrawn would tear his ears off in exasperation.  

But no... He barely acknowledged his existence and went perfectly mute, even to you. 

You casually tried to make conversation with Thrawn, trying to get him to talk a bit for Maceo to overhear and learn about himself and his parents, but he closes his doors shut and does not speak a word in Thrawn’s presence. 

Thrawn chose not to pick it up and left the boy in peace. 

It has been four months now... You share a ship and travel the universe together.  

For now. 

Despite it being a wonderful occasion for Maceo to learn about his origins, you see it brings him more pain than anything else, and you wish this mission would quickly come to an end, for your padawan’s sake. 

“You must sleep too, Master(F/n).” Thrawn tells you, eyes focused straight ahead on the dark universe. 

“But you would fall asleep at the commands. I should remain to keep you awake.” You tightly smile, taking your Jedi coat off. 

You sigh again, slouching on your seat. 

“What is our next stop?” 

“We will make a stop at Yashuvhu. I have informants there.” He placidly announces. 

“Well, you’ll know where to find us, then. All tucked into bed in the quarter aisle of the ship while you go fight the baddies.” 

“I am surprised you aren’t more insistent to visit our worlds, Master (F/n).” 

“You told us to never leave the ship without you.” 

“You could leave when I am away.” He counters. 

You snort and tap an angle of the room above your head. 

“With all the micro-cameras you hid to spy on us?” 

He quickly glances at the camera you are taping on before looking ahead again. 

“I did not expect you to notice them this early.” He notes, almost uninterested. 

“I am a master Jedi.” You smile, crossing your hands behind your head to make yourself comfortable, “I take advantage of those moments to study with Maceo; he is a little bit late on the curriculum.” 

“This is a healthy way to pass the time.” 

“Not what he would say.” You snigger. 

“Perhaps.” 

You sigh once more, crossing your legs. 

“Why did you accept us on your ship?” You ask after a moment of silence. 

“I told you already. I must monitor any threat entering our territories.” 

“Is that all?” 

“Is it not a good reason enough to you?” 

“Well... A single Master Jedi and a young Padawan, I don’t really see us overthrowing your entire government any day soon.” 

“You would be surprised.” 

“Come on now, two individuals could wreak havoc on the Supreme political system of the Mighty Chiss just like that?” 

“I hear your condescension, Master.” 

“You misheard.” 

“I am not letting you out without supervision.” 

“Then I will ask you to take a little bit of your time to monitor us off that ship. Maceo did not see the sun for two entire months, and I cannot qualify the ship’s training room as sufficient to spend the energy of a tween.” 

“We can spend two or three hours outside of the ship together tomorrow when we arrive.” 

“Good. See you tomorrow.” 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

You take off your cloak with a sigh of relief, throwing it in your cramped, shared bedroom with Maceo before joining the two Chiss in the small kitchen.  

Maceo had the occasion to stretch his legs in a market and a quick training session outside with you, under Thrawn’s careful vigilance, of course. When you proposed that the two men train together, Maceo immediately turned off his blade and just left the area to return to the ship in silence. 

“I am sorry.” You said to Thrawn. 

“What for?” 

“His attitude.” 

“He is young and headstrong. It will pass at some point.” 

“He could at least exchange some polite words with you, you are helping us in our mission.” 

“Chiss are proud and naturally wary of strangers. In a sense, he is truly one of my kin.” 

“Don’t say that out loud.” You whisper to him, glancing at the door Maceo just disappeared through. 

“I will remember it.”  

“We should prepare dinner.”  

“We have an entire stock of military rations for the mission, Master (F/n).” 

“I know.” You shake your hand, “But I like to be sure of what Maceo eats, he needs a very precise caloric intake and follows a strict diet.” 

“I am curious to see what your part of the galaxy thinks a growing Chiss’ diet must be.” 

“Then help me cook!” You propose smiling at the Chiss as you take out vegetables from the small fridge of the ship’s kitchenette. 

For the first time, Thrawn looks at you with a reserved and surprised expression. 

“I do not know how to cook.” 

“I saw you cook before.” You counter, raising an eyebrow at the man. 

“I do not take taste into account, only the nutritional value of the meal.” 

“I can help with that, follow my lead.” You propose, washing the vegetables in the sink. 

Thrawn purses his lips, on the defensive. 

“I do not think this is a good idea, Master (F/n)” 

“Come on, cooking is fun, and you always appreciate a good dinner!” And without any ceremony, you shove a knife and a squash in Thrawn’s hands before grabbing his arm and pulling him to the work surface, not leaving him any choice. 

Did he just gulp? 

No, you must be hallucinating things. 

You grab a portion of meat and start cutting it. In silence, Thrawn lays the squash on the surface and starts cutting, following our orders to the letter. You cook together, you humming a tune while Thrawn follows your directives in silence. His knife skills are very good, but indeed he doesn’t know how to balance the flavors of the dish. 

“You seem pleased.” He finally says, breaking off his mutism; 

“I am. I love to cook, especially for Maceo.” You muse, tasting the sauce. 

“You cook regularly for him?” 

“As much as I can.”  

“He is lucky to have a mother figure such as you in his life.” He casually says, eyes locked to the cooking dish, stirring the pot. 

“I am just trying my best as his master.” 

“You have a lot of affection for him, I can tell.” 

“You’re right, I do. I was the one who found him in the streets and took him to the temple. He has been attached to my hips since that day.” 

“You found him in the streets?” He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Yes, with other homeless kids. He used his feeble talents in the force to steal food or money to feed themself. The poor little ones...” 

Thrawn slowly nods, turning the stove off under the pan. You pour a ladleful of the dish onto a plate and head to your small ‘quarters’. The ship only had one bedroom with two beds, and Thrawn installed a sheet of fabric between the two for privacy and added a cot for you to sleep in.  

“Maceo? Do you want to eat with us?” You ask, peeling the sheet to see your padawan, knees pressed to his chest, looking at the wall. 

“No.” 

“Maceo...” You sigh, sitting down next to him, “I understand you are not enthusiastic to travel with Thrawn, but politeness asks you to share at least one meal with our host.” 

“No.” 

“Maceo.” You harden your tone, “Come eat with us, this is an order.” 

“But that would be a disaster for you, no Master?” He turns to you with a grin of disdain. 

“What do you mean?” You demand. 

“Oh, come on, I am not blind. You are making doe eyes at him since we met, it was very touching seeing you two cook like a happily wed couple, by the way.” He drops, “I could have shed a tear.” 

“I...! You...! What?” 

Was... Was it that obvious that a 12-year-old would see it?  

Were you not able to hide the frenzy of your heart properly? 

“Should I leave the bedroom for the night? Leaving you some intimacy? Or will you keep your vows intact?” 

“Maceo!” You raise your voice authoritatively, “You are only 12, what kind of comments are those?! I am your master, you owe me respect!” 

“For now he is owning your full attention...” Maceo returns his head to the wall. 

“Fine! You are grounded. I forbid you from leaving the suite for the rest of the evening.” 

“Good, I don’t want to walk on something.” 

You jump to your feet, furious. What is wrong with him lately? He barely speaks and only opens his mouth to make crude comments about you now? 

You leave the dish behind you for him and close the suite door behind you. You fume, returning to the small kitchenette where Thrawn is polishing and cleaning his gun. 

His charrics, as he calls them. 

He silently observes you heading to the pot, only to stand in front of it, unmoving and head low, seething. 

“You are angry, Master.” He plainly says, his own plate next to his weapons. 

“Jedi don’t know anger.” You hiss between your teeth. 

“Jedi, maybe. But mothers do.” 

You sigh, lowering your shoulders. 

“I am not his mother... I am his master.” 

Thrawn doesn’t add anything, taking a bite of food. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to calm down. 

‘Jedi don’t know fear nor anger, there is only peace... Only peace...’ 

You repeat the mantra in your head several times, feeling your exasperation subsiding slowly.  

Calming down to your normal self. 

You pour yourself some food and sit down with your host. 

“He won’t be eating with us tonight, I grounded him to sleeping quarters.” 

“I figured as much.” Thrawn simply responds, making his charric click. “I see you too have a moody child to take care of.” 

You blink, your spoon in mid-air, surprised. 

“You have a child?” You ask, dumbfounded. 

“No.” He grins to himself, “But I am part of the entourage of a little girl that is growing and discovering her personality, with all the difficulties it comes with.” 

“Really?” You squint. 

“Indeed.” 

“I guess it makes sense, you seem quite fitting to be a father figure.” You think out loud. 

Thrawn turns to you with a raised eyebrow. 

“I mean, you are very mature and responsible, I am sure you are a positive figure in that little girl’s life.” You correct yourself. 

He considers you for a few more seconds before refocusing on his guns. 

“I hope so.” 

You eat in silence, embarrassed by what you just implied, your heart pounding in your chest. 

Way to go, girl, way to go... 

You raise your gaze as Thrawn grabs a chili sauce to add to his dish. 

“You too?” You cannot help but smile. 

He squints at you in a mute question as he lathers his food. 

“Maceo loves to add a lot of chili to all his dishes. I can handle spice well, but he has me completely beaten!” You chuckle a bit. 

“Chiss cuisine is indeed spicy, especially towards the Core worlds.” He lets you know. 

“Interesting. Maceo has never enough chili sauce, I spend a fortune on those condiments, and I can’t even enjoy them with how hot they are!” You sigh with a tired smile, slouching down in your chair. “Does that mean you add chili sauce to your rations?” You giggle. 

“It can happen.” 

You smile, shaking your head as you keep eating.  

“What brought you to this part of the galaxy?” He asks, laying his gun on the table, pulling his plate in front of him. 

“I told you already, didn’t I?” You munch on your bite. 

“Why are you really here?” He asks again. 

You chew on your bite, looking at your plate before letting out a sigh. 

You knew already that he did not buy your excuse of a ‘Study travel’ for your Padawan’s education. 

Can you really tell him? He orders you to speak, but all his weapons are laying under your eyes, as easy for you to grab as him, and his tone was still somewhat relaxed. 

Maybe it was more of a suggestion than an order... 

You look up to him to detail his face.  

He looks back at you, calm and collected, awaiting your response patiently. 

You swallow and take a sip of water before opening your mouth. 

“We are searching for a missing Jedi named Vergere.” 

“Were they a high ranking character in your order?” 

“Yes, quite. She was very important to the temple of Coruscant. She disappeared at a moment we direly needed her...” 

“I see.” 

“And you? You are not only monitoring the threats to the Ascendancy all along in this little ship.” You ask in return. 

His hand holding his spoon stops moving, and he tilts his face towards the window next to the table you are sitting at, looking outside at the rain among the leaves of the forest around the ship. 

He remains silent, still. 

You look at him as you eat, awaiting his own response. But it does not seem to come. 

But if it is a confidential mission, you trust he would not have qualms telling you not to put your nose everywhere. 

So maybe it is more... A personal quest. 

You lower your gaze back to your plate as he does not respond, taking a new spoonful. 

Oh well, if he doesn’t want to- 

“I am on a rescue mission...” He suddenly speaks. 

You look back in surprise, stunned by his tone. It is soft and low and... Pain pierces through his deep tessitura. 

“I am searching for my older brother.” 

Your throat dries out. Uh-oh, what kind of memories did you just stir up in him? 

“I am sorry, Thrawn...” You let him know, “Do not feel pressured to respond.” 

He takes a deep breath. 

His expression is perfectly stern and calm, but his gaze is lost in the void. 

“He disappeared because of me, because I failed.” He continues, more to himself than you. 

Without thinking, you lean forward and grab his free hand to squeeze it gently. 

“Whatever happened, I am sure it was not because of you, Thrawn. I cannot believe such a thing.” 

You feel his hand stiffening in your grip, and his gaze travels to your joined hands, his expression puzzled. 

But he doesn’t take his hand back. 

“I appreciate the thought, (Y/n).” He whispers. 

You press your lips shut 

‘(Y/n)’ 

Not ‘Master (F/n)’ or simply ‘Master’ 

Justr ‘(Y/n)’ 

“This is more than a thought, Thrawn. This is my Jedi instinct guided by the Force that tells me that you are not responsible for his disappearance.” You assure him, squeezing his hand in a supporting motion. 

He falls silent and takes his hand back after another minute in your hand. You cross your arms on the table with a long sigh as he closes back on himself like an oyster. 

“You should go to sleep with Padawan Maceo. Not leave him alone in a stranger’s ship, I will sleep in the living area for the night.” He offers, recovering his usual detached attitude. 

“You are no stranger. You are a friend to the Republic, and my friend.” 

He lets out a saddened chuckle. 

“Some time ago, someone told me Chiss had no friends among the Chaos. 

“That would be tragic, no species can thrive by only themself. Rest assured, you have friends among the Republic and human spaces.” You promise. 

“I will remember it...” 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

You wake up, holding Maceo in your embrace. You smile at the sleepy face of the tween, still firmly in Morpheus’ arms.  

Usually you would wake him up to start the day, but you feel like he could enjoy sleeping late for today. 

You slip out of bed and tuck him well before silently leaving the room. You expected to find Thrawn snoozing on the small, sturdy ‘sofa’ in the living room, but he seems awake for some time already. You approach the cockpit, and sure enough, you can hear voices coming from behind the door. 

You cannot understand a word of that language, but you recognize Thrawn’s melodic voice and a woman’s voice. 

Thrawn sounds... Tired 

Or sad 

You do not pry and return to the kitchenette area to prepare a breakfast for all three of you. It is not chic or glorious, but it should taste good and fill your stomachs well. 

Thrawn appears at the door, combing his locks with his fingers. 

“Hello!” You smile, “I prepared breakfast, are you hungry?” 

He details the scene, mute, almost taken aback. 

“It has been ages since I shared a breakfast.” He confesses. 

Until now, he always chose to eat his breakfast away from you or at a different time, if he even ate any... 

You prepare the table for three, but you have little hope Maceo will join if Thrawn is here. 

“I have news.” Thrawn says gravely, “I am summoned back to Csilla immediately.”  

You stop dead in your tracks. 

That can only mean one thing. 

“Where will you disembark us?” you ask. 

“On a nearby outpost. Little people live here, you will be able to leave Chiss space discreetly and peacefully.” He lets you know. 

“I see...” Your throat dries up. 

It is as good. 

Thrawn helped you for 6 months to pass through the net of Chiss’ vigilance, helped you in your mission while conducting his. You made way more progress with him than you would have been able to make just the two of you. 

You knew it was not a permanent solution and you would part way at some point 

Obviously! 

You are strangers to each other after all! 

So why? 

Why is your heart bleeding out at the idea of never seeing this man ever again...? 

“Good. That’s good, it was time we left anyway.” You keep smiling at him, finishing to place the cutlery, “You helped us a lot, we surely hindered you in your own mission. Thank you, Thrawn, for your hospitality.” 

“You are welcome.” He responds with detachment. 

Yeah... Clearly, he is not affected. 

He is more responsible than you! You are clearly the only one soft enough to catch feelings for a perfect stranger. 

Jeez, maybe those sappy romance books you pilfered in your tween years were not without consequences after all... 

You return to the oven to stir the food, hiding the trembling of your hands behind a soft smile. 

“It should soon be ready!” You chant. 

“Master (Y/n)-” 

“Mmmmmmmmmh, that smells so good.” You talk over him, not to hear his infuriatingly soft voice. 

“Master...” 

“Please go wake Maceo! He will be famished at this hour!” 

You keep your back turned, focusing on the dish, adding some local cinnamon. 

“(Y/n), look at me...” He whispers, right behind you. 

You can feel his warm breath on the back of your exposed neck, giving you goosebumps. You can feel the heat radiating from his taller body, almost pressed to yours, but firmly apart. 

His hand slides to your side to turn the stove off and gently grabs your shoulders, caressing your skin with his thumbs. 

“(Y/n), listen please.” He whispers softly in your ear. “I will not take too much of your time.” 

You freeze in his grip, closing your eyes shut as you gulp. 

What could he want to say that is so pressing that he would act in such an out-of-character fashion? 

“Look at me, please.” 

You take a deep breath and put on your brave face. You spin toward him, flashing him a playful smile. 

“Yes?” 

He releases your shoulders, but do not take a step back, remaining close to you. So close you can feel his breath on your lips. 

He looks down at you from all his height, his eyes darkened by an indescribable emotion agitating his gaze. 

“(Y/n)... I find myself in a peculiar situation.” He breathe 

“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” You ask with controlled enthusiasm. 

“Start by not playing the coy one, (Y/n).” He lets you know in a tone leaving no doubt that he was not buying you false cheer, “Please.” 

You gulp, abandoning the gleeful expression for a more prudent one. You slowly nod as you gulp. 

“Yes...?” 

He takes a breath, like he did not know how to start, and his usual detached persona is of no use for what he wanted to tell you. 

“I am going to miss you.” He finally reveals. 

“Me too.” You smile sadly. 

“Not as a mission companion, nor as a friend... But as something deeper.” He continues, voice barely trembling. 

You look at his glowing red eyes, hypnotised by the sheer intelligence shining through them. 

But also a spark of vulnerability. 

“I will miss you for the rest of my life.” 

“...Me too.” You admit with a small voice. 

You really hope Maceo is still deeply sleeping, how could you ever explain such a situation to your padawan? 

This is not what Jedi do! 

His fingers discreetly come grazing yours at your sides, intertwining them gently. 

“This is not the jedi way...” You confess, almost like it would stop everything. 

“This is neither the Chiss way.” He confesses in return, “But I cannot help myself. I cannot resist you...” He lets out in a breath, inclining himself, the tip of your lips brushing sinfully, “Tell me you want it too...” 

You are trapped between his massive size and the stove, but you don’t feel like a prisoner at all. You have the intimate conviction that he would back down with one word from you, that he would not force himself on you. 

And you should push him back! You should stop that foolishness immediately! 

You should... 

Indeed, you should... 

But do you want to? 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before...” You admit. 

“Me neither.” He reveals in return, “I would be honored if you were my only one...” 

You gasp and close your eyes, and Thrawn closes the gap between you two. 

Your lips meet and dance together sensually but gently, carefully discovering the rhythm and rhymes of that choreography while his hands release yours to slide behind your back and your head. 

Pressing your two bodies tight. 

Gradually, the kiss deepens and gets hungrier as his embrace tightens around you. You dig your nails into his shoulder blades through his uniform, gripping him for dear life as you lose your breath in his kiss. 

He hisses subtly at your nails and asks for access to your mouth with his tongue. You concede it, and soon your two tongues meet and hug as he is now devouring your mouth, his knee between your two thighs, pressing you against the stove, backing you against a corner. 

And as naturally as it escalated, the situation de-escalates gradually, until you are only hugging each other, forehead pressed against the other, cradling each other as Thrawn lets out a sound akin to a purr resonating in the cramped room. 

“I can’t stay...” You let him know. 

“I know. You have important duties toward your Republic.” He murmurs, agreeing with your decision, even if it tears him apart. 

“Do you think we will see each other again?” You wonder 

“Unlikely...” 

“I figured as such...” You sigh 

He squeezes your hand and kisses your knuckles gently. 

“Maceo would never be happy among the Chiss, his place is with you, on the other side of the Galaxy.” He assures you, “You are meant to be together until he becomes a full warrior.” 

“I am going to miss you terribly...” You refrain from a sob. 

“Me too... I will remember you until my last breath.” He promises gravely, “You hold my heart for the remainder of my life.” 

“And you hold mine...” 

“Go wake Maceo, we soon will need to leave or the Ascendancy will send a squad to retrieve me. It is best if they don’t find you... Go, my love, I will cover your tracks.” 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @elise2174@davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @princesslunamoon19 @janjtje @helrose8 @sparepartsthrowaway

[yandereparadox]

Hello, if you don't mind, could I have an imagine of how would Male Yandere White Diamond react to his darling (female) getting hurt?

Hiya! Thanks for asking. I'll gladly do it, Anon! Gender: Female. TW/: Obsession, yandere tendencies, isolation, murder, coercion ------------------------------------------------ Perfection.

Your eyes slowly opened to the bright light in front of you. The small rays of light piercing the poor protection of your eyelids blinded you like the sun in summer. The wounds no longer burned, no longer bled, no longer suffered from the intense pain accidentally provoked. Oh well, accidents don't exist on Mother Planet. Your arms leaned weakly supporting your weight against the hard, cold floor of a room already perfectly familiar to your psyche. You tried to rise carefully, calculatingly seeking not to upset the man in front of you any further; raising your arm to gather strength, the intense clanking of the chains blocked your chances of stretching any further. You realized …. you were trapped. White. The face engraved with iron in your mind could fill your eyes. His expression, the little micro-expressions you used to read to identify even the slightest emotion in a human's face, were absent in him, not being one of yours, not being human. But something, something could whisper in your ear that this would not be a nice chat.

—Did you have fun, my little Starlight?— You were able to observe him closely. As imposing and extremely tall as ever, and… irritated. His eyes settled on you before he could even let you speak or let out a word, even complain. —As curious as ever, I guess it's in the human instinct, isn't it?— He watched you from below, leaving a silent hold on you. You couldn't even object against him, not after having “disappeared” a pearl, your pearl. —It was to be expected that you would end up in such a state with so many inferior gems by your side. I must admit, I might even have been worried when I saw you.— He confessed with his usual seriousness, keeping you on the pillar, almost like a pet that he neglected. —Your perfection was ruined by pairs of insolent people. What a pity. Every action has its consequence, starlight. Don't you find it so much safer to be alone with MY presence? No more pain, just…me.— You could have sworn you saw a small smile on his face, but it was small enough to be ignored by the common eye. You shuddered as you watched him lower the pillar. The tower, the tower again. Over, and over again...

It was the same punishment Pink suffered every time he threw a tantrum, sometimes they could even be ¨roommates¨ on a few occasions where they were punished at the same time. But, since White has taken you as his own, he has assigned you a special tower. White walls, white bars, white everything. It was a silent reminder of his dominance against you, a small reminder of how he had you so cruelly trapped in his clutches. A reminder, of your duty obligation to be so Perfect for Him.

I hope you liked it, dear Anon! Thanks for being the first to ask, it's much appreciated! It's my first time writing about characters as complex as The Diamonds are, I accept suggestions and constructive criticism, we can improve!

Kisses!

[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

How HOTD films Team Green vs How HOTD films Team Black

Aemond & Aegon being interrogated vs Jace & Luke having their parentage publicly discussed

First off, the moment where Viserys interrogates his sons on the rumours is in many ways a fantastically shot and tense scene. As an ensemble scene, the camera primarily focuses on Viserys, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Aemond and Aegon as we watch the emotions and suspense play out. We feel Aemond and Aegon's hurt and complicated relationship with their father, we wait with Rhaenyra and Alicent to see what the boys will say, how Viserys will react, just how will this interrogation unfold.

What we do not get is any attention on the kids whose parentage is under discussion.

This is what we briefly get of Jace just before the interrogation begins. We get a quick shot of him shouting on Baela's behalf, a quick shot of him telling his mother they were called bastards, and we see him by his mother's side as she goes into action. But he's rarely at the centre of attention, and what attention the camera does give him is only brief. There aren't many frames of Jace - the camera just doesn't focus or linger on him.

Compare this to the multiple close up shots and clear prolonged focus on how Aemond and Aegon feel while their father is shouting at them. There are multiple frames giving them plenty of attention (I could only fit a handful of them on this post), letting those micro-expressions sink in for the viewer. But no focus on how Jace feels watching the rumours being spoken out loud, in front of everyone. No focus on how he feels watching his grandfather, waiting to see what he will say and do.

Will the King protect his grandson? Is Jace about to be officially labelled a bastard and have his life destroyed? How anxious is Jace watching this exchange? How upset is he when his uncle, who he used to follow around like a shadow, says for the room to hear 'just look at them'? And Luke? Does he know what's going on?

Now I am not an expert on cinematography or directing or editing etc. But I don't think it takes an expert to notice when the camera sends such a clear message to the viewer. Alicent's children are main characters whose emotions you are invited to be invested in, while Rhaenyra's children are not given equal weight. Alicent's children join her as main characters, Rhaenyra's children do not.

Even Otto and Daemon get to react where Jace and Luke do not

When Viserys threatens to cut out the tongue of anyone who mentions the rumours again, we keep the focus on Aemond and Aegon. We get to know intimately how they are feeling during this scene. But how are Rhaenyra's kids feeling? Is Jace relieved? Is Luke still confused? If the goal of making the Greens sympathetic was so the audience would feel their hearts torn two ways, then the camera is failing miserably, because it is only directing us one way.

Aemond's reaction to Alicent demanding Luke's eye vs Jace & Luke's reaction

Am I against Aemond having a close up here? No. The moment is about his mother seeking retribution for his eye after all, the close up makes sense. But it is one of many he (and Aegon) have in this scene, and again the camera is very uninterested in how Jace and Luke feel. Aemond got to respond when Rhaenyra suggested (bluffed) that he be 'questioned sharply'.

It isn't a close up, but he doesn't exactly lack for close ups. And he is still in the centre of the screen. The camera waits on the back of the chair to see him turn around and glare at his sister.

Are we going to cut to little Luke's face when a grown woman wants to cut his eye out? Or Jace when his little brother is threatened? Apparently the original draft had Luke yell "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry" when Alicent demanded his eye, and then try to hide behind his mother in fear. So at one point it seems there was some attention to how Luke feels, some effort to invite the audience to feel it too. But in the end we get the Aemond close up followed by a distant group shot of Team Black reacting, inviting the viewer to feel very little.

When Alicent attacks with the knife we do at least get a brief cut to Luke screaming. And I like the little detail of Luke holding Rhaenyra's arm afterwards, if you can spot it. Jace also appears to be present behind him, hello Jace. How do you feel about your mother being hurt? Have you realised now the danger you are in? Is now the moment you decide you have to be very grown up for your mother? It looks like it is for Aemond.

Again, I am not against Aemond receiving attention in this scene. He did just lose an eye. But this is an ensemble scene, about a family getting irrevocably split, about the next generation inheriting the conflicts of the previous generation. The rest of the ensemble are given attention - Viserys, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Daemon, Otto, Criston, Corlys - but when it comes to the next generation of characters there is a clear disparity. Would the viewer be invested in Rhaenyra and Alicent's conflict and relationship at all if the camera only ever focused on Alicent?

The camera should be inviting us to care about the conflict between the next generation - not just one side of the next generation. We get a bit more focus on Luke in the following episode and the final episode - primarily because he is about to die and the writers at least understand that we should probably care about him first.

But Jace should have been set up from episode 6 as a main character - a character who gets equal screen time and the same emotional weight as his uncles. We should have followed him dealing with his parentage, with the scrutiny and rumours, with Criston bullying him, with the burden of being both the perfect heir and the knowledge that he needs to help his mother and protect his little brothers. The camera should be inviting us to care about how he will feel when he loses Luke.

We only get rare crumbs where the camera is interested in Rhaenyra's children. While proving my point I trawled through frame upon frame of Aemond's face in this scene to find the rare shot where Jace is in the centre (at the very beginning of the scene, before the drama starts to really play out), where he isn't at the side or in the background, where the camera lingers just a little bit. I wanted more of this.

For a further illustrative example, see how differently the relationship between two sets of brothers are filmed.

Also what are Baela and Rhaena up to? The previous episode introduces us to the idea that Daemon ignores Rhaena. A scene of Daemon hugging his grieving daughters was deleted, and replaced with a scene of an emotionally distance Daemon walking away from his grieving daughters. Ok then, if you're going to introduce that idea, maybe actually do it justice? We have close ups of Daemon lurking and watching the argument at the sides - how about a shot of Baela and Rhaena looking for their dad? How about a shot of Rhaena, needing comfort, looking crestfallen that her father isn't showing any concern, that he's more interested in watching the argument than looking for his daughters? I mean if I have to watch Aegon the rapist and his daddy issues...

If Daemon is supposed to be ignoring his daughters... well there is a way to communicate via the camera that characters are being ignored without the camera actually ignoring them. The show does it with Alicent and Viserys all the time. I mean, here's how we are introduced to the girls seeking comfort from their grandparents. Distantly, beginning with a shot of Corlys and Rhaenys coming down the stairs from behind, and relegated straight to the background where they will remain for the rest of the scene.

Why add Baela and Rhaena to the fight if you're not going to do justice to their presence? Especially considering how much the dynamics of the fight have changed in addition to their presence. Initially it was an older bully hitting a toddler and then beating up little kids who came to their baby brother's rescue. Now it's kids closer in age, punching out their grievances, and it's 4 against one. This tilts the sympathy towards Aemond - who already has all the damn close ups anyway. To compensate, you have to invest in the emotions on all sides. Especially Rhaena - she just lost the last link she had to her mother, and what she probably figured was her chance to get her father's attention. So give her a damn close up. And Jace - if you are going to have him pull out a knife instead of a wooden toy sword like in the book then you better earn that moment by inviting us to feel just how much the word 'bastard' hurts him.

[ghost-bxrd]

Burntout! Jason when he wakes up and realizes that overprotective-jason-is-not-allowed-out-of-my-site-because-he-might-disappeer-again mode has been activated for Bruce. Or just how Dick reacts when he finds out Jason is alive again.

Not entirely sure if you mean the prompt where Jason pretends to have been kidnapped by the Red Hood but I’m going with that one! Pls correct me if you meant another prompt 💚

Ok so the first day Jason wakes up in Wayne manor he knows this is gonna be one hell of a ride because when he goes to leave the room (and possibly sneak out) he finds Bruce and Dick waiting right in front of his door. Dick is fast asleep, Bruce looks like he hasn’t had a shut eye in several days and the moment he spots Jason he just kind of— deflates. (Jason had drawn a hard line with Bruce staying in a chair beside his bed the entire night. He’s still pissed af at the man after all)

Dick startles awake only a few seconds after and has much the same reaction, breathing something about a dream before he launches himself at Jason and hugs the living daylights out of him for as many times in the last twenty four hours. (Jason had to throw Dick out of his room much like Bruce, citing some kind of bullshit trauma response as the reason. In truth he was mildly concerned he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from trying to throttle them during the night.)

Bruce and Dick both had multiple micro breakdowns while waiting in front of Jason’s door because on one hand they know how important it is to allow trauma victims to establish boundaries, on the other hand they had to reassure each other every couple minutes that, no, they did not imagine the last few hours and Jason is indeed alive and sleeping just beyond the door.

Meanwhile Jason is trying not to go stir crazy with how he had to go from “murder and mayhem” plans involving torture and taunting of certain bats to “I’m a scared teenager and so happy to be home”. Some of it, obviously, isn’t even an act (certainly not the part where he gets to see Alfred again). But it’s getting increasingly hard to curb the resentment he still feels towards Bruce and Dick.

And TIM, hooo boy. Jason does NOT like having to pretend to like the little shit who stole his colors.

Thankfully (and unknowingly) for everyone involved (especially Tim) Jason ends up taking a grudging shine to the new kid (you can’t keep hating someone who’s got literal stars in their eyes every time they talk to you) and soon scraps his plans of torture and throat slitting for him. Kidnapping’s still on the table though. He’ll have to salvage this situation somehow.

[dyns33]

Without warning part 2

Poor Frank. He deserves happiness but life and fate seem to have something against him.

Frank knew very well that falling in love again wasn't cheating on his wife or forgetting her.

It was still difficult for him when he met Y/N. It was all Max's fault, damn dog.

The little monster had decided that his master wasn't walking fast enough in the park, choosing to go off on his own to explore new places without worrying about scaring Frank.

When he found him, Max was covered in mud, on his back, his tongue hanging out, very happy because a young woman was petting him and saying he was a good boy.

Of course, Y/N jumped when she saw Frank. Even though he told her his name was Pete Castiglione, she seemed to have recognized him, keeping her distance carefully.

"Sorry about your pants, ma'am. Max has no manners." he mumbled, tapping his leg so that the dog would come near him.

"He's adorable, so I forgive him."

He couldn't explain why he stayed a little while to discuss the weather with her instead of leaving right away. But that was what he always did, with everyone. Because he was wanted, because he didn't want to put innocent people in danger, because he didn't deserve to be happy.

But there was something about Y/N. He made a stupid joke that made her laugh and he found himself years back, making Maria laugh. Except it wasn't Maria.

He wasn't angry with the girl. Unlike Ghost, it wasn't fate that had made them meet. Only chance, and it was different. It was pure, and far from this hell that his life had become.

However, it began to look like fate when they crossed paths again in a store, then in the street, then very often. Each time, Y/N looked as surprised as he did, almost panicked, as if she wondered if he was following her.

"We really need to stop meeting like this." he mumbled as he sat down at a bar, turning his head to meet her shocked eyes. "And you shouldn't be here."

"Why ?" she asked, and Frank wasn't sure which sentence the question was intended for.

"Saint Margaret's. Not exactly a recommendable place."

"But you're here."

"That's what I'm saying."

"How's Max ?"

Frank was glad she changed the subject, while implying that he couldn't be that horrible when she'd seen him talk to his dog like a baby so many times.

Maybe he could have told her that he was the fucking Punisher, with blood on his hands, hated by every guy in that pub, and not even for his crimes, but because he had shot his soulmate.

In hindsight, he felt a bit guilty now. It wasn't Ghost's fault that they were related after all, she hadn't asked for it either. Frank was rather happy that she was gone.

He couldn't say how he would have reacted in front of her dead body. It was a good thing that she was alive, and that she was staying away from him. He didn't want to see her, to know her, to be around her.

It should have been the same for Y/N, and yet he cherished every little moment spent in her company. During those moments, he felt human.

Always on her guard, which showed her intelligence, the young woman had ended up relaxing after several months, and their meetings were now planned in advance, like dates.

They didn't talk about love. They were barely friends, and they certainly only stayed friends for security reasons.

They didn't talk about destiny or soulmates either. Y/N still didn't say anything, but he could read in her eyes that she knew who he was. She didn't mention Maria, not asking if she was the one.

Even though he tried his best to be discreet, the dear little vigilante group had heard about his "girlfriend". The Spider had a lot of questions, Micro asked when the wedding was, Karen smiled stupidly at him. Only Red was kind enough not to bother him with that, knowing what those kinds of things could do to him.

"You don't go near her." he growled, making the others snicker, because they didn't mean to.

What he meant was, 'you don't put her in danger. She's already in enough danger because of me, selfish idiot, and I've already lost everything once, so if I'm going to risk being happy again, don't ruin it all'.

He never asked for news from Ghost, and Deadpool didn't participate in these discussions when he was present.

But the fact that he had heard about Y/N, being so close to his soulmate, didn't please Frank too much. The mercenary could say whatever he wanted, he had heard things.

The guy was unstable. Dangerous. Greedy for money and violence. And he had really taken it badly that the Punisher tried to put a bullet in his "sister"'s head.

The time he heard him muttering incomprehensible things to his voices that he called Yellow and White, surrounding Y/N's name, he knew that something had to be done to make him disappear.

But Deadpool couldn't be killed. He was strong. And even if they found him unbearable, Daredevil and Spiderman wouldn't agree to hurt him.

It was Micro who gave him the idea to contact those FBI assholes. The enemy of my enemy, all that. There was a secret program that aimed to lock up dangerous mutants. There were few details, but Wade Wilson was clearly a dangerous mutant, uncontrollable, unstoppable.

The plan was simple. Lure him to an isolated place, blow him up, and let the special agents do what was necessary to take him away. Everything was going perfectly well. The unexpected came from elsewhere.

Because if he had thought about the risks that Deadpool represented, Frank had ended up forgetting Ghost.

The thief had not reappeared since their meeting, not a word, not a whisper, and even the others had not seen her again, thinking that she had perhaps left the city. It would have been better for everyone.

The FBI had asked questions about her, visibly disappointed that the Punisher did not know where to find her. Even if she was not charged with any known murder, she was close to Deadpool and her powers made her dangerous, impossible to catch or stop.

If one day she wanted to kill the President or take the nuclear codes, it would be child's play for her.

But Frank had said he didn't know, and he didn't want to know. Because he didn't want to see her again, and maybe because he didn't want to make her suffer either.

Too late though, because Ghost also saw Wade Wilson as her brother, her only family really, and he had just taken him from her. He knew that feeling well. He could predict what was going to happen next.

He tried not to think about it too much, because even if he had helped, he wasn't the one who had taken Deadpool directly, and he had no idea where he was being held, but his name had to appear somewhere in a report.

So his soulmate would come to visit him at some point to demand accountability.

He could understand.

So it was in anticipation that he decided to distance himself from Y/N.

The poor girl didn't seem to understand his sudden change in behavior. They had taken some time to tame each other, to calm their fears, to the point that Frank had almost kissed her once.

Even though she knew very well now that he wouldn't say anything, she asked a lot of questions, her eyes sad, which didn't make things easier. Maybe she dared to ask because he himself couldn't hide his sadness, despite his desperate attempt to make her hate him.

"Talk to me, Frank. I don't understand what's going on. This week… This week is already very difficult for me. I need you."

"Well I don't need you."

"Stop. I know you're hiding something from me." she sobbed, taking his hand, which he was too weak to take away. He hadn't even reacted when she called his name, and not Pete. "Something happened. You can talk to me, I'm here."

"I can't stay here… This can't happen again…"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Someone… Someone is after you ? Like… No, I don't want to lose you too !"

It was stupid to let her hold him. This was not what he was supposed to do at all. If life had been perfect, maybe they could have been together. Frank wanted to be with her.

They would have run away, far away. He had enough money for that. To a small island, in the middle of the forest, in a small house. Start all over again. They could have been happy together.

But the Punisher knew life well.

So he kissed her on the forehead, before getting up without being able to look at her, like when he had to go on a mission, leaving Maria and the children alone.

Y/N would have probably tried to hold him back, if she hadn't received a message at that moment. She hesitated, leaving a hand on his arm, but instinctively taking her phone, as if it couldn't wait.

And then, the sadness in her eyes disappeared a little. Replaced by something cold, from a long time ago. Frank knew that look, he saw the same one every time he passed in front of a mirror.

It was strange that she looked at him like that, slowly backing away.

"It's you."

"What are you talking about ? If you mean th Punis…"

"It's your fault. You took him."

"Y/N… Babe…"

"You took Wade !" she growled, now crying with rage.

When she suddenly disappeared, and he was thrown against the wall, Frank only thought that he should have known, since he knew life.

[netzweltvt]

Exploring React Micro Frontend Architecture

Micro Frontend Architecture with React is an innovative approach to building modern web applications. It involves breaking down a complex web application into smaller, manageable, and independent "micro frontends," each developed using React. These micro frontend architecture react can be developed and deployed by separate teams, allowing for greater agility, faster development cycles, and enhanced scalability. This architecture empowers organizations to deliver a more maintainable and flexible user interface, enabling a seamless and efficient user experience while promoting collaboration among development teams. Micro Frontend Architecture with React is a game-changer for building and scaling web applications in a dynamic and efficient manner.

[d999666]

Galactik football S1 ep5 review - (2/3)

Mice: what's with this mood? we're not going to a funeral. Thran : yes we are Mice : Relax it's only a football match after all?

>> Comment: Mice looks optimistic. No, in fact, he didn't have any hope in the first place. But in contrast, D'jok says, 'It's not just a game,' because he's betting everything on this game. Because it's his destiny to win the game and be the representative of the planet.

Here's where we can see if micro-ice takes this 'game' as a self-defensive, but the rest isn't.

League official : let the best team win Artego : that would be my team Aarch : I see you haven't lost your legendary sense of modesty Artego.

Artego : Modesty is the pride of the mediocre

League officia : Well dear, this looks like a promising match we're not going to be bored

Adim : Come on you two Shakes hands.

Atrego: (I don't want to shake hands. I never want to shake hands with Aarch.) Aarch: (I don't want to either.)

Adim : YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID, SHAKE HANDS

Aarch believes in Snowkid, and calls for 'together' to the end.

Rocket : s…sir, can't i say something? Mice : Wow!! the guys speak! did you know that?

>> Comment: Didn't they all play a soccer card game together? Everyone reacted like Rocket was saying for the first time here, so I'm embarrassed.

Sinedd : Anyway what matters is facetime. Who knows another club might want me?

D'jok : What I like about Is your sense of team spirit

>> Comment : Sinedd doesn't seem attached to SK. Someone is aiming to scout him.

Aarch suddenly calls Rocket. And he gives Rocket the Captain armBand.

>> Comment: Uh... This scene isn't touching. I'm embarrassed about this. Aarch had to be fair and choose the captain. Of course, the rocket is analytical and best suited to the captain's position. But this was wrong because Aarch didn't choose the rocket as the captain in front of everyone. D'jok and Sinedd and Mei would have wanted a captain, of course. Did Aarch ask for the opinions of the other children? As Micro-ice and mei said, Rocket didn't speak well with the other kids, and he didn't get along. Even if Aarch is the Director and he can decide everything about the team himself, Aarch should have explained to all the team members why 'Rocket was fit as captain in advance', and appointed him as captain. It is not right to speak when there is only the director and his nephew.

>> Comment: The full shot of my favorite Snowkids

>> Comment: The game is about to begin. Because it's Akillian's home stadium, players appear from the floor. As the stadium lights up, you can see the inside of some of the ice-covered stadiums. And you can see the emblem of the Akillian team on the floor. Did they embody their flux? I think this emblem represent balls in their breath. There's not a single spectator inside the stadium. The stadium used to be a huge 'grave.' No one goes near it because so many people were trapped and killed in the stadium when the ice age began. So even the children's parents didn't come to cheer. Snowkid has to have a lonely fight here.

>> Comment: D'jok gets the ball first. Sinedd and Thran are doing well, too.

>> Comment: snowkids that Aarch and Rocket explain tactics but the body doesn't follow.

>> Comment: It was good at first, but I keep losing the ball to the Red Tigers.

Played by the Red Tigers, they scored the first goal.

>> Comment : LOL Look at their goal celebration. Isn't it funny? They didn't say anything but they definitely make Ahito angry for their actions.

>> Comment: Rocket is the captain, but I don't think anyone is following him.

Do you know why?

[I don't think anyone in the team knows that rocket is the captain.]

Sinedd is being uncooperative again. He's not team-playing at all.

And the Red Tigers scored their second goal.

2:0 Score Situation... Desperate.

[kompaktcat]

Up Close Encounters

This is a fun POV vore experience we wrote up a couple of years ago, in which Kellie, and anthro leopardess, gives you an intense, exhilarating dance with danger. At only five inches tall, can you really say you're safe in her hands? Only one way to find out.

This story explores themes of vore, mawplay, micro, and has some soft aftercare at the end.

With a quiet oomph you landed on the table in front of Kellie. Dazed, but intact-- for the moment. You were absolutely tiny in front of the cat, just five inches tall versus six and a half feet of curvy amur leopard. She knelt down in front of the table, bringing her comparatively massive head right down to your level.

"Hello, little snack~" Her voice was smooth, but intense and just a hair deep, only adding to her intimidating presence. "Fancy meeting you here~" She pushed her face a bit closer, boxy muzzle ominously drawing close to your tiny form. Kellie's lips curled into a sinister smile.

As you look up at her, the leopard huffed heated, meaty breath over you, giving a teasing wink as her golden eyes stared you down. It was intense, powerful, almost overwhelming, to feel the predator's breath wash over you. It sent shivers down your spine, in fearful, yet, arousing excitement. To be at a predator's mercy like this was enthralling, to say the least!

The amur dragged her tongue along her lips, letting her whiskers shift and adjust as she went. "So small, so... Tasty looking, like this. I could just snap you down like the morsel you are," the leopard chuckled in front of you, washing more heated breath over your tiny form. "In fact, I just might, maybe after giving you a nice thorough tasting!"

Your eyes go wide, as you try to scoot your way back, Kellie's muzzle once more looming, advancing. The cat rumbled, that signature low, big cat rumble of being on the prowl. As you manage to flip over and get to your own paws, a hand planted itself down in front of you, open palm blocking your escape.

Trying to dodge, you turn to try and run to the side, and another hand comes down, the leopard's spotted arms trapping you in this little corner. As your tail twitches and you let out an excited giggle, realising you're cornered, you turn to face the now very up-close and personal encounter with Kellie's muzzle. Her whisker pad and inky black lips were mere inches from your face now, pungent, meaty breath washing over you inescapably. You were at the mercy of the leopard now, her whims and her hunger.

A claw came from the side and cut effortlessly through your tiny clothes, leaving you in little more than your underwear in front of the salivating predator. She rumbled once more, right up close, enough to vibrate your tiny frame, and then let her tongue slip out.

Wet was an understatement, her tongue was soaked, and had only a hint of that feline roughness, just enough to lightly tug your tiny frame. Almost as if it was beckoning you deeper. Slick leopard drool soaked and wicked through your fur with ease, matting it down across most of your body with a single lick! Another lick, and another, and another! Up, down, all around as Kellie tastes you, tongue exploring your body with practiced ease. Under the arms, across the face, between your legs.

You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees, the cat expertly wearing down any resistance you might have. As a whine escaped your throat, you stumble, falling forward against the amur's tongue with a wet squish. Kellie's rumble almost turned to a purr, taking advantage of the situation.

Before you could react, the leopard scooped you forward on her tongue, dragging you into the humid, oppressively hot confines of her muzzle. As you lay on the predator's tongue, everything goes dark. Kellie closed her jaws around you, entrapping you entirely within her mouth. Kellie rumbled around you.

In here, you felt small, tiny even, your fate wholely at the mercy of this cat. Saliva dripped down every surface-- palate, each smooth tooth and fang, pooled in the divot of her tongue under your form. The amur  savoured your taste, probing and massaging and teasing with her unyielding tongue to get at every last bit of flavour. By this point your ears were blocked with drool, muting out all the intense, encompassing sounds of the leopard's mouth-- and deep below, the sound of her hunger.

It was a struggle for Kellie to resist just gulping your tiny form down right then and there-- every instinct, urge, and desire was driving her to swallow. Copious amounts of drool pooled around you on her tongue.

Out of nowhere, your cushy, slick bed pitched up, pressing you to the cat's palate and giving a hearty glrk in front of you. In the almost non-existent light of the cat's maw, you could see the muscles of her throat yawn open before clamping shut around a heaping puddle of saliva, sending it to the inky depths below. If you weren't careful, you could be next. Who knows what fate would await you, packed into amur's gut like any other meal.

Kellie's tongue relaxed once more beneath you, granting you relief from the pressure-- and the risk of tumbling down her throat.

Light started to pour into her maw, blinding you for a brief moment after your stay in the dark. Before you could look out though, you were picked up by your leg, dangled upside down in front of the leopard's face.

Up close you could see how big she was again-- or rather how tiny you were! the cat's pink nose was bigger than your chest! She brought you to the tip of her muzzle, letting your ears dangle and brush along the tip of her nose so she could stare you down. The leopard's golden eyes didn't move, didn't flinch, didn't blink as she bored into you.

Below, she licked her lips.

"You were delicious, morsel. I almost couldn't resist letting you slip down for a sec~" Kellie gave a low chuckle, and her nose twitched as saliva dripped off you. "On the other hand, well, you were tasty, and a little thing like you would really hit the spot right now..." She trailed off into a rumble, jaws parting open widely as she turned her head up beneath you. A smirk spread over her face, jaws yawning wide open beneath your tiny form.

Saliva glistened in the light, the predator's teeth framing the drop onto her pink tongue, and the throat further down. As your captor yawned her jaws open, she lowered you in, getting you closer to her tongue once more only to be yanked back up as her teeth clacked shut just inches from your face. A close call, but one of many, tonight.

You dangle there, paw pinched between her fingers over parted jaws. This time she wasn't gentle, letting her hand drop several inches towards her awaiting maw. You got low enough to almost let your loosely hanging hands graze along her tongue, but were gently hoisted up once more. It was like a theme park ride, almost, except in this case one mistake would give you a one way trip to being big cat hips.

And yet despite the underlying fear from the situation, you were exhilarated and thrilled by the rough treatment. The predator had won her meal fair and square, after all, and was quite happy to toy with your tiny frame in the process. Kellie closed her jaws beneath you, but remained looking up at you.

"So tiny and easily lost, and what should be a terrifying situation... Don't think I can't see that some part of you wants this, that some part of this excites you and you're curious about taking the plunge. It's written all over your little face!"

And it was true-- your small, trembling body was tensed with excitement, the thought of flirting with danger like this, in this case literally, left you breathless in all the best ways.

"It's almost as if you wanted to be caught! As if you want to be toyed with and teased and sent to your doom within me. You may just get your wish, after all~ Down you go," a sinister giggle rose out of the leopard after that.

Kellie lowered you down slowly, opening her jaws and sticking out her tongue as far as it would go to gently lay you on it, so your paws were facing the abyss of her throat. The angle was flat enough, at least for the moment, but that would change rapidly. She was tilting her head up, steadily, agonisingly slowly, but inexorably.

The slick surface of her tongue offered little in the way of traction, and she knows this. Before long you're sliding little by little, slipping past the frame of her canines as gravity betrayed you. The scent of her breath grew more potent the more you slid in, millimetre by millimetre at this point, but rapidly increasing in speed the more she tilted her head up.

If you didn't stop yourself soon, there was a very real chance you'd end up a permanent addition on this cat. The thought of it excited you, but the reality was genuinely terrifying, urging you to do something!

Flipping onto your belly, you try to find grip on anything. Your hands uselessly slipped and bounced off the squishy surface of her tongue, but maybe if you could grab onto one of her fangs you'd be safe!

Kellie had other ideas as soon as she felt you shift to the side, flicking her tongue up enough to throw you back into her mouth. You lost an inch of ground, bouncing and landing on her tongue closer to her throat than before. There had to be something to grab, quickly!

The leopard's gut rumbled below, clearly waiting for its reward.

By now you were completely within the confines of her teeth, and only slipping deeper the more she tilted her head up, almost at a forty-five degree angle now!

You felt one paw slip over the back of her tongue, then the other, then your ankles, sinking into the rippling, supple flesh of her throat. Out of instinct, the muscles clamped and tried to pull down, but Kellie pressed her tongue up to keep you pinned there, preventing her somewhat greedy throat from claiming its prize: you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, exhilaration and primal fear blurring and blending together in a rather intense way. The rational part of you knew there'd be no coming back up if you slipped. But some deeper part of you, some part of you that was so very curious about what the experience would be like. Wondering what it would feel like to let this mighty predator's throat squeeze and knead around you in a single, solid gulp, and feel those rippling muscles press you down into the confines of her gut.

Would you even make a bulge in her tum, at this size? She could probably pack you away and no one would ever be the wiser. And regardless, what then within the leopard's sweltering, inhospitable insides? What horrible treatment would await you in the heart of her hunger? Guts were not meant for little tiny things like you to survive, after all. No doubt hers was a roiling furnace built to destroy. It was difficult to imagine but exciting nonetheless, keeping you on edge the entire time.

A firm gulp rippled around your paws, teasing and tugging at them, as if beckoning you to wriggle and struggle your way free and succumb to her throat. A large portion of you was genuinely tempted, much to your more logical side's protests.

Kellie brought her head back down, still being careful to keep you pressed to the back of her ridged palate. This had the benefit of pulling your paws out of her throat, but left you precariously positioned. Her head tilted further downwards, until gravity was trying to pull you towards the front of her mouth. The cat's tongue released gently, allowing you to slip forward along her tongue and back to safety.

Sticking her tongue back out with you on it, you found yourself rather unceremoniously plopped into the cat's hand, and gently wrapped in a cut down wash cloth.

"Welcome back, little snack~ Enjoy your ride?"

Your heart was pounding as you tried to catch your breath. Everything was soaked on your body, soaking wet with saliva, leaving you shivering. Kellie's maw had been intensely warm, making the outside world feel quite cold!

As you slowly shook and started toweling off in her palm, the cat brought you up to her face once more, a much gentler look in her eyes now. "You were a delight, hips. Feeling your little heart pounding as you teetered on the edge of my throat? Those little breaths as two halves of you argued? Your lovely flavour? I struggled not to swallow you then and there. Buuut, that's not for tonight, I think. Tonight, we're gonna get you cleaned up and let you rest with me for a while, because you're a good little snack and I wouldn't want you toooo roughed up~ You're a lovely morsel but I could never actually destroy you like that~"

Kellie gave more tender words of teasing encouragement, gently petting you with a finger from her other hand as she carried you off to clean up properly.

You could get used to this.

[react-js]

Javascript Frameworks

Absolutely, JavaScript frameworks are the backbone of modern web development, empowering developers to create robust, interactive, and responsive web applications. From Angular and React to Vue.js and beyond, these frameworks have revolutionized how we build web applications. Let's delve deeper into the world of JavaScript frameworks and explore their significance, popular choices, and their impact on web development.

Evolution of JavaScript Frameworks

JavaScript frameworks emerged to streamline the development process, offering predefined structures, libraries, and functionalities. They simplify complex tasks, making it easier to create feature-rich web applications.

Angular:

Angular, developed by Google, introduced the concept of a structured front-end framework. Its two major versions, AngularJS (1.x) and Angular (2+), introduced improvements in performance, modularity, and enhanced features like two-way data binding.

React:

React, maintained by Facebook, revolutionized front-end development with its component-based architecture. Its virtual DOM implementation significantly improved rendering efficiency, making it a go-to choice for building dynamic user interfaces.

Vue.js:

Vue.js gained popularity for its simplicity and flexibility. Its progressive framework allows developers to integrate it into existing projects seamlessly. Vue's gentle learning curve and adaptability have attracted a large community of developers.

Why Use JavaScript Frameworks?

Productivity: Frameworks provide reusable components, tools, and patterns, speeding up development.

Performance: Optimized rendering, virtual DOM, and efficient data binding contribute to faster applications.

Community Support: Active communities offer resources, libraries, and solutions to common problems.

Scalability: Frameworks often come with built-in features for scaling applications as they grow.

Choosing the Right Framework

Selecting a framework depends on project requirements, team expertise, scalability needs, and community support.

Angular: Ideal for large-scale applications requiring a complete framework solution with a structured architecture.

React: Suited for building dynamic, high-traffic applications, leveraging its virtual DOM and component-based structure.

Vue.js: A versatile choice, especially for smaller to medium-sized projects, due to its simplicity and easy integration.

The Future of JavaScript Frameworks

The landscape of JavaScript frameworks continues to evolve with updates, new releases, and the emergence of alternative frameworks. There's a trend toward optimizing performance, reducing bundle sizes, and improving developer experience.

Web Components and Micro-Frontends:

The rise of Web Components and micro-frontends is changing how developers architect applications. These technologies enable building modular, reusable components that can be utilized across frameworks and projects.

Framework Agnosticism:

Developers are exploring ways to combine different frameworks or use libraries like Svelte and Alpine.js to achieve optimal performance and flexibility while minimizing the constraints of a single framework.

Conclusion

JavaScript frameworks have significantly shaped the web development landscape, offering diverse options to cater to varying project needs. As technology evolves, the emphasis shifts towards performance, scalability, and adaptability, driving innovation in the realm of JavaScript frameworks.

Ultimately, the choice of a framework depends on the project's specific requirements, team expertise, and long-term goals. Understanding the strengths and trade-offs of each framework empowers developers to make informed decisions, ensuring the successful creation of modern, efficient web applications.

[vijaysethupati]

Full Stack Development Trends in 2025: What to Expect

In the rapidly evolving tech landscape, full stack development continues to be a crucial area for innovation and career growth. As we step into 2025, the demand for skilled professionals who can handle both front-end and back-end technologies is only expected to surge. From artificial intelligence integration to serverless architectures, this field is experiencing some major transformations.

Whether you're a student, a working professional, or someone planning to switch careers, understanding these full stack development trends is essential. And if you're planning to learn full stack development in Pune, one of India’s tech hubs, staying updated with these trends will give you a competitive edge.

Why Full Stack Development Matters More Than Ever

Modern businesses seek agility and efficiency in software development. Full stack developers can handle various layers of a web or app project—from UI/UX to database management and server logic. This ability to operate across multiple domains makes full stack professionals highly valuable.

Here’s what’s changing in 2025 and why it matters:

Key Full Stack Development Trends to Watch in 2025

1. AI and Machine Learning-Driven Development

Integration of AI for predictive user experiences

Chatbots and intelligent systems as part of app architecture

Developers using AI tools to assist with debugging, code generation, and optimization

With these technologies becoming more accessible, full stack developers are expected to understand how AI models work and how to implement them efficiently.

2. Serverless Architectures on the Rise

Reduction in infrastructure management tasks

Focus shifts to writing quality code without worrying about deployment

Increased use of platforms like AWS Lambda, Azure Functions, and Google Cloud Functions

Serverless frameworks will empower developers to build scalable applications faster, and those enrolled in a Java programming course with placement are already being introduced to these platforms as part of their curriculum.

3. Micro Frontends and Component-Based Architectures

Projects are being split into smaller, manageable front-end components

Encourages reuse and parallel development

Helps large teams work on different parts of an application efficiently

This trend is changing the way teams collaborate, especially in agile environments.

4. Progressive Web Applications (PWAs) Becoming the Norm

PWAs offer app-like experiences in browsers

Offline support, push notifications, and fast load times

Ideal for startups and enterprises alike

A full stack developer in 2025 must be proficient in building PWAs using modern tools like React, Angular, and Vue.js.

5. API-First Development

Focus on creating flexible, scalable backend systems

REST and GraphQL APIs powering multiple frontends (web, mobile, IoT)

Encourages modular architecture

Many courses teaching full stack development in Pune are already emphasizing this model to prepare students for real-world industry demands.

6. Focus on Security and Compliance

Developers now need to consider security during initial coding phases

Emphasis on secure coding practices, data privacy, and GDPR compliance

DevSecOps becoming a standard practice

7. DevOps and Automation

CI/CD pipelines becoming essential in full stack workflows

Containerization using Docker and Kubernetes is standard

Developers expected to collaborate closely with DevOps engineers

8. Real-Time Applications with WebSockets and Beyond

Messaging apps, live dashboards, and real-time collaboration tools are in demand

Tools like Socket.IO and WebRTC are becoming essential in the developer toolkit

Skills That Will Define the Future Full Stack Developer

To thrive in 2025, here are the skills you need to master:

Strong foundation in JavaScript, HTML, CSS

Backend frameworks like Node.js, Django, or Spring Boot

Proficiency in databases – both SQL and NoSQL

Familiarity with Java programming, especially if pursuing a Java programming course with placement

Understanding of cloud platforms like AWS, GCP, or Azure

Working knowledge of version control (Git), CI/CD, and Docker

Why Pune is the Ideal Place to Start Your Full Stack Journey

If you're serious about making a career in this domain, it's a smart move to learn full stack development in Pune. Here's why:

Pune is home to hundreds of tech companies and startups, offering abundant internship and placement opportunities

Numerous training institutes offer industry-aligned courses, often bundled with certifications and placement assistance

Exposure to real-world projects through bootcamps, hackathons, and meetups

Several programs in Pune combine full stack development training with a Java programming course with placement, ensuring you gain both frontend/backend expertise and a strong OOP (Object-Oriented Programming) base.

Final Thoughts

The field of full stack development is transforming, and 2025 is expected to bring more intelligent, scalable, and modular application ecosystems. Whether you’re planning to switch careers or enhance your current skill set, staying updated with the latest full stack development trends will be essential to succeed.

Pune’s tech ecosystem makes it an excellent place to start. Enroll in a trusted institute that offers you a hands-on experience and includes in-demand topics like Java, serverless computing, DevOps, and microservices.

To sum up:

2025 Full Stack Development Key Highlights:

AI integration and smart development tools

Serverless and micro-frontend architectures

Real-time and API-first applications

Greater focus on security and cloud-native environments

Now is the time to upskill, get certified, and stay ahead of the curve. Whether you learn full stack development in Pune or pursue a Java programming course with placement, the tech world of 2025 is full of opportunities for those prepared to seize them.

[niilmuniversitykaithal]

BCA with Specialization in Web Development

In a digital-first world in which every business has a need for web presence, web development has emerged as one of the most in-demand career paths ranging from a startup to a multinational company. For students who incline toward coding as those who are creative also solve problems, should they pursue a BCA - Web Development specialization, then that pursuit opens doors to a future that is filled with exciting challenges along with lucrative opportunities.

This article explores everything you need for knowing about pursuing a BCA course with web development specialization. It includes frequently asked questions, future scope, curriculum, and careers.

Understanding BCA in Web Development

Essentially a three-year undergraduate curriculum, the Bachelor of Computer Applications (BCA) program has focus on computer science, programming, and IT tools. In Web Development specialization, the program adapts its curriculum so students can build, design, and maintain websites plus web applications.

It is not like a general BCA course since the web development-focused track gives exposure to full-stack development. It also provides exposure to front-end frameworks together with back-end frameworks, database management, also deployment techniques.

Why Choose BCA with Web Development Specialization?

Here are major reasons why this course is a worthwhile investment:

Industry-Related Skills: Acquire knowledge of Node.js, MongoDB, and React frameworks and technologies utilised by leading businesses, among others.

Career Flexibility: Land a corporate job, or join into a startup, work as a freelancer

Project-Based Learning: Practical assignments ensure that students are prepared for the workforce.

Remote Work Friendly: Many web development jobs support remote or hybrid models. These positions can accommodate remote work.

Entrepreneurial Opportunities: Create your own digital products or SaaS tools

Course Curriculum Overview

The BCA course with a specialisation in web development takes around six semesters typically. Here's a sneak peek at what you might learn:

Core Subjects:

Computer Fundamentals and Programming

Data Structures

Database Management Systems (DBMS)

Operating Systems

Computer Networks

Software Engineering

Web Development Specialisation Subjects:

HTML, CSS, JavaScript

Front-End Frameworks (React, Angular, Vue)

Back-End Programming (Node.js, PHP, Python)

Full Stack Development

UI/UX Design Principles

Database Technologies (MySQL, MongoDB)

Web Security and Authentication

API Integration and Cloud Deployment

Practical Components:

Capstone Project

Hackathons and Coding Sprints

Summer Internships

Industrial Visits and Guest Lectures

Students at NIILM University are able to avail a technology-enabled campus, industry-relevant professors, and internship collaborations with IT companies to expose them to practical experience.

Career in Web Development after BCA

The market for proficient web developers is flourishing. Whether you dream of working with an MNC, a creative digital agency, or as an independent full-stack developer, the opportunities are limitless.

Career Designations After BCA - Web Development:

Front-End Developer

Back-End Developer

Full-Stack Web Developer

UI/UX Designer

Web App Developer

CMS Developer (e.g., WordPress, Joomla)

QA/Testing Specialist (Web)

Web Security Analyst

API Developer

Technical SEO Expert

The need cuts across sectors—IT, education, healthcare, e-commerce, finance, and entertainment. Web developers are now an integral part of SaaS firms, startup incubators, and digital transformation teams.

Future Scope of BCA in Web Development

Web technologies evolve rapidly. A BCA graduate with a web specialization can scale up their career by adapting to new platforms and new tools uniquely.

Emerging Trends in Web Development:

Progressive Web Apps (PWA)

Headless CMS and JAMstack

AI-Powered Web Interfaces

Serverless Architecture

Motion UI & Micro-Interactions

Real-Time Applications (e.g., chat apps, collaborative tools)

Blockchain and Web3 Integration

NIILM University uses skill laboratories, frequent seminars, and alumni mentoring to help students keep up to date.

Tools and Programming Languages You’ll Master

One of the most frequent questions asked is, "Is BCA full of coding?" And the answer is yes, more particularly in regard to one area. That area has an emphasis in web development. It is designed in a way that is both beginner-friendly and project-based.

Key Tools & Languages:

HTML/CSS – Structure and style

JavaScript – Functionality

React.js/Angular – Dynamic interfaces

Node.js/PHP/Python – Server-side logic

MongoDB/MySQL – Databases

Git & GitHub – Version control

Visual Studio Code – Code editor

Figma/Adobe XD – UI/UX design

Practical learning makes sure you learn not only theory but also production-ready skills.

FAQs

1. Is web development suitable as a career following earning a BCA?

Yes, web development is a popular career since growth potential, remote work, freelancing, and entrepreneurship are its benefits. Companies in sectors need skilled web developers.

2. What programming languages get taught during BCA web development classes?

The courses incorporate multiple languages within. HTML, CSS, JavaScript, Python, PHP, React, Angular, and Node.js remain common languages.

3. After BCA, can I become a web developer then?

Absolutely. You are able to work as a front-end, back-end, or full-stack developer after taking a specialized BCA course in web development.

4. What salary do web developers start with?

₹3 up to ₹5 LPA is the range for entry-level salaries. A good portfolio with skills helps you command more or freelance globally.

5. In web development, what does BCA cover?

The broad extent includes product companies, education platforms, digital agencies, and IT services. It opens up the doors to entrepreneurship. International freelance gigs are also made accessible now.

6. Does BCA give assistance as you develop websites?

Yes. In three years, you become ready for a job since it combines skills in practical web development with computer science that is foundational.

7. What is a typical salary that a BCA web developer can make?

Salaries start from around ₹3 LPA, but they can exceed ₹10 LPA when one gains experience and specializes (especially in full-stack skills).

8. Does BCA contain a lot of coding within?

Coding represents a major component. It is taught in a progressive way and also with ample support for all. Via projects, most of the students gain in confidence and start out with no prior experience.

Conclusion

A BCA with specialization in Web Development is a wise selection for the tech-oriented generation now. In the event you dream of the building of beautiful interfaces, the architecting of backend logic, or you hope for the launch of your own web-based startup, this course gives to you the blueprint for success.

At NIILM University we cultivate tech creators not just teaching web development. Expert mentors and real-world projects are features of our structured program. The program also assists with placement, ensuring you can get a job as well as you are truly employable.

You can begin your adventure to becoming a full-stack web innovator when applying today to the BCA - Web Development program of NIILM University.