#ree-the-switch

[ranger-danger]

OC tag game 👀 I was tagged by @bg3screenshotdump

Im doing it for Li, since I think I talk about Kane enough.

BASICS

Name: Likaria Actaeon

Class: Tempest Domain Cleric (Tymora)

Background: Artisan

Gender: Trans Woman

Sexuality: bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Alignment: true neutral

OTHER

Family: she hails from a small elf family, most members have passed on. Mother: Camron SilverSun. Ex-Husband but never actually married/best friend: Joyce Actaeon. Son: Hurricane Actaeon

Birthplace: Evereska (Western Heartlands)

Job: She is hired on trade boats for protection against piracy and for help during storms.

Phobias: rogue waves, being a bad parent

Guilty Pleasures: cuddling/sleeping in the same bed as someone, also… looking through people’s things.

Hobbies: collecting junk that washes up on beaches, soccer (football), and lace making.

RELATIONSHIPS

OTP: mainly single/ Joyce/ Gale Dekarios

OT4: Joyce, Harker, and Hlao-Roo (ranger cleric sandwich ig, could add in Shadowheart too)

Acceptable Ships: Wyll, Harker,

NoTP: any undead and Lae (sorry Lae)

BroTP: Joyce.

Zero pressure tags for @lathander-babe @farmernotafarmer @carjani @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep @fleetstreet78 (I genuinely just scrolled my follower list) also anyone who wants to :) I would tag the fallout moots but I have no clue if this is bg3 specific.

[zomboyhood]

sometimes i get such bad cuteness aggression toward my moots but it’s not cuteness aggression it’s like love aggression bc i love them so much

[marginal-effect]

i hate walgeens my birth control refill is several days late and by god if i start ovulating again the results would be catastrophic. people would die i am not joking.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny- pt. 10

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9]

“This you?”

Danny glanced at the stone tablet in Spoiler’s hands and groaned, Phantom form flickering with embarrassment as his face got even more neon green. It was indeed him.

——

The first Atlantean and Ghost King encounter went something like this:

Imagine Danny, sleep deprived. Easy enough. Now, imagine Danny, trying to corral a ghost that had a penchant for sea life.

“Alabastor, I swear to Ancients, if you don’t get back here, I’m gonna make you into ghost sea-food boil!” Danny yelled as he chased Alabastor through the ghost zone. The crustacean shaped ghost cackled, skittering along the Zone.

"Make me, Phantom! You have not seen the might of the sea!"

"That's it, soup-time, crabby!"

Danny dove after Alabastor, chasing him face first into a temporal portal and right into the sea.

"BEHOLD!" Alabastor rumbled, claws raised and sea churning around him. Danny flew at him, noticing the screaming people below. He quickly raised a dome of clear ice to protect their entire city before returning his attention back to the giant crustacean. The distraction cost him, as Alabastor blasted him with a beam of his power. "THE MIGHT OF THE SEA!"

"SOUP!" Danny bellowed back, Alabastor's power forcing him into a giant crab form, aside from, hilariously, his head. Danny, always quick to adapt, slammed a massive claw straight into one of Alabastor's eyes and popped open the Fenton Thermos with a feral grin. In but moments, Danny manages to soup Alabastor but not before slamming him down onto the unbreakable ice Danny had just made.

Carefully turning by skittering sideways, he unmelted his ice.

"Sorry about that," he said sheepishly to the gawking civilians below.

"Suh-ree? What is suh-ree?" A brave woman asked.

"Oh," Danny uttered as he realized that he should probably switch languages. His giant crab body and small itty bitty human head swayed in an unsure motion. "Sorry means "my apologies." I had not meant to involve you. I am Phantom."

"It is alright... thank you for protecting us... God Phantom?"

He grimaced. "Not a god."

"King, then." She stepped forward. "May I ask of the ice?"

——

Spoiler, sensing weakness like the Riddler to a riddle, leaned in. "Did you know they have a traditional dance to honor the god that gave them the unbreakable ice that protects Atlantis to this day? It goes like this," Spoiler stepped back and did the dance, complete with exaggerated arm movements and, embarrassingly, the scuttle walk Crab!Danny was forced to learn with his new crab form.

"We shall never speak of this again," Danny huffed.

"But King Phantom, the God of Eternal Ice and Protection, how could we not celebrate your iciness?" Spoiler simpered, Black Bat not too far away and shaking with laughter. The purple donning vigilante did the scuttle dance once more, picking up bottles as she went a small circle around one of Bludhaven's rock beaches.

Danny scowled and plucked the tablet away from her, hair flowing an a more agitated direction. His jumpsuit burned brighter. "Why are you two menaces in Bludhaven? I thought your territory was in Gotham."

"Nightwing asked for back up and we were in the area." Spoiler, blessedly, stopped the walk to answer him. "By the way, are you and Danny dating?"

"Pardon?" He asked, insulted but highly amused.

"Oh, you know, he has your number, and you only ever talk to him outside of us, and how you guys have a high level of communication." Spoiler said leadingly.

Oh, Danny knew what this was about now. He found out their identities and now these two are interrogating him because he liked them best. They thought they were so clever. Well, they clearly haven't gotten to know Danny at all if they thought he was going to make good decisions.

Danny tilted his head, making sure his face gets as eerie as possible, shadows elongating and eyes burning just that much brighter. The neon green of his face shone even brighter against the suddenly dark landscape of the place. Black Bat stood up, laughter seizing immediately. Spoiler tensed.

"I have a riddle for you. You are good at those, are you not?"

Spoiler blinked but gamely said, "Bring it."

"What do these things have in common? An arguing couple, papers on a stranger's desk, and Star City's robbers."

"..." Spoiler slipped into her solving mode. "Stolen goods. Stolen hearts?" She guessed.

"No. The answer is that they're all none of your business," Danny snarled. His form flickered. "Keep your questing away from Danny- Daniel, vigilante. Your duty is to protect your city and help her," Danny swept an arm out. "Stick to that instead of inserting yourself into places you are not wanted."

Then, with a toss of an ecto-crossed recorder that held the verbal report he'd promised Nightwing towards Black Bat, Danny blinked out of the visible spectrum and flew above the two.

"... Shit, I think I pissed him off."

Black Bat nodded. "He was defensive."

"Yeah... did you hear that slip? Oh, they are so dating."

Danny grinned. He couldn't wait for Tim to interrogate him soon.

——

"You're kidding."

Danny shook his head, maniacal grin still on his face hours later. He'd taken the liberty to call his best friends before classes started for the day.

Tucker groaned. "Danny, I can't believe you're messing with Batman. Why are you like this."

"Look, I need your help."

"Oh no, keep me out of your dumbass plans, Fenton," Sam pointed at him through the screen, immaculately painted black nails threatening.

"Okay, if you go along with my plan, I'll give you Dr. Isley's number."

"Deal," Sam said immediately, changing her tune at a drop of a hat. Or, at a drop of a number.

"What about me?" Tucker asked, offended. "I deserve compensation for my work too, dammit!"

"I'll give you Tim Drake's number and persuade him to let you have a crack at Wayne Industry's tech basement."

"Deal, what are we doing?"

Danny's grin spread even wider. "We're dating. And, you two? You're Phantom's exes. Tucker, you say good stuff about me. Sam? You make up terrible things about me. But we're all dating each other and I'm dating Phantom on the side."

"I hate you," Sam deadpanned. "But fine, it's not that hard. I've got tons of embarrassing stories about Phantom. You better get me that number, Danny, because you know Dr. Isley was my gay awakening."

"For Tim Drake, I'd be willing to puff up your ego." Tucker said solemnly.

"Perfect. I'm cleaning his brother of ectoplasm today. so expect a call later! Love you guys!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, boyfriend." Sam clicked off the call.

"Think Tim Drake would be interested in a date?" Tucker asked Danny.

"Nah, I think he's got his heart on Benard."

"Damn," Tucker sighed. "Guess I'll have to mend my broken heart with the tools of a state-of-the-art lab, right, Danny?"

"Yep, see ya!" Danny hung up. Today was going to be a good day.

[yeoldenews]

While we’re on the subject of names, is there an explanation for how traditional nicknames came about that are seemingly unrelated to, or have little in common with, the original name?

ie- John/Jack, Richard/Dick, Henry/Harry/Hank, Charles/Chuck, Margaret/Peggy/Daisy, Sarah/Sally, Mary/Molly, Anne/Nan, etc

I am actually over a week into researching a huge follow-up post (probably more than one if I’m being honest) about the history of nickname usage, so I will be going into this in much, much more detail at a hopefully not-so-later date - if I have not lost my mind. (Two days ago I spent three hours chasing down a source lead that turned out to be a typographical error from 1727 that was then quoted in source after source for the next 150 years.)

As a preview though, here’s some info about the names you mentioned:

The origins of a good portion of common English nicknames come down to the simple fact that people really, really like rhyming things. Will 🠞Bill, Rob🠞Bob, Rick🠞Dick, Meg🠞Peg.

It may seem like a weird reason, but how many of you have known an Anna/Hannah-Banana? I exclusively refer to my Mom’s cat as Toes even though her name is Moe (Moesie-Toesies 🠞 Toesies 🠞 Toes).

Jack likely evolved from the use of the Middle English diminutive suffix “-chen” - pronounced (and often spelled) “-kyn” or “kin”. The use of -chen as a diminutive suffix still endures in modern German - as in “liebchen” = sweetheart (lieb “love” + -chen).

John (Jan) 🠞 Jankin 🠞 Jackin 🠞 Jack.

Hank was also originally a nickname for John from the same source. I and J were not distinct letters in English until the 17th Century. “Iankin” would have been nearly indistinguishable in pronunciation from “Hankin” due to H-dropping. It’s believed to have switched over to being a nickname for Henry in early Colonial America due to the English being exposed to the Dutch nickname for Henrik - “Henk”.

Harry is thought to be a remnant of how Henry was pronounced up until the early modern era. The name was introduced to England during the Norman conquest as the French Henri (On-REE). The already muted nasal n was dropped in the English pronunciation. With a lack of standardized spelling, the two names were used interchangeably in records throughout the middle ages. So all the early English King Henrys would have written their name Henry and pronounced it Harry.

Sally and Molly likely developed simply because little kids can’t say R’s or L’s. Mary 🠞 Mawy 🠞 Molly. Sary 🠞 Sawy 🠞 Sally.

Daisy became a nickname for Margaret because in French garden daisies are called marguerites.

Nan for Anne is an example of a very cool linguistic process called rebracketing, where two words that are often said/written together transfer letters/morphemes over time. The English use of “an” instead of “a” before words beginning with vowels is a common cause of rebracketing. For example: the Middle English “an eute” became “a newt”, and “a napron” became “an apron”. In the case of nicknames the use of the archaic possessive “mine” is often the culprit. “Mine Anne” over time became “My Nan” as “mine” fell out of use. Ned and Nell have the same origin.

Oddly enough the word “nickname” is itself a result of rebracketing, from the Middle English “an eke (meaning additional) name”.

I realized earlier this week that my cat (Toe’s sister) also has a rebracketing nickname. Her name is Mina, but I call her Nom Nom - formed by me being very annoying and saying her name a bunch of time in a row - miNAMiNAMiNAM.

Chuck is a very modern (20th century) nickname which I’ll have to get back to you on as I started my research in the 16th century and am only up to the 1810s so far lol.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Could I request Aegon X reader with prompt #9?

9. ‘’Where did you learn to do that?’’

Request: Aegon waking his wife by going down on her

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving)

—

Nothing compared to the bliss of waking up to your husband’s head between your legs, placing kisses down your inner thighs. Aegon’s lips were almost featherlight, which intensified the sensation. 

Your eyes were struggling to open, your mind still half asleep, but your body was wide awake. A soft whimper left your lips when he reached close to your cunny, followed by a long whine as he gave each lips a slow lick with his tongue. 

Aegon then switched to the other thigh, repeating his loving ministrations and taking his sweet time. 

‘’Do you like it?’’ he asked, lifting his head and looking up at you with a devilish grin. 

‘’Yes.’’

He dipped his head down again, kissing the top of your mound before going lower, right on your clit. Your legs lifted off the bed as he took your bud between his lips, suckling and sending jolts of pleasure up your core. 

You moaned, throwing your head back against the plush velvet pillows.

''Where did you learn to do that?'' you had asked the first time he went down on you.

You would assume that, having spent his youth in a brothel, Aegon only knew brutish and selfish pleasure. At first, it was like that — just mindless fucking. But that was because he had never known love or affection. As you showed him love, he learned to be gentle and how to give you pleasure, showing that he was capable of more than just pounding into you like a ragdoll until he spilled his seed. 

Although, you didn't hate when he manhandled you and was a little rough...sometimes. 

His name rolled off your tongue in a breathed whisper as he flattened his, licking a long stripe along your slit. He feasted on you, humming and lapping and kissing your cunny while grabbing your thighs and pressing you against his mouth.  

‘’I could spend all day between your legs,’’ Aegon said, giving kitten licks to your clit before blowing air on your pink flesh and making your thighs tremble. He chuckled at your reaction, and went back to business. 

You pulled at his hair again, feeling yourself about to climax, but there was a knock on the door, interrupting your intimate morning activities. 

‘‘Erm, forgive for bothering you, my King, but the armorer has brought your armor. He wishes His Grace tries it on to ensure it fits perfectly or see if adjustments are needed,’’ the hand, Otto Hightower, said. There was an uncomfortableness in his tone, having likely heard what was happening behind the doors.

Aegon lifted his head, your wetness glimmering down to his chin. ‘’In a moment!’’ he called out in return. ‘’I'm breaking fast!’’

—

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[hypewinter]

Hal bent down as the little girl approached him. Even then, he still managed to tower over her with how small she was.

"Hey there little lady," he said. "Anything I can help you with this fine evening?"

The little girl looked at him anxiously, fiddling with her hands. Ok so not a nervous fan. Hal immediately switched to serious mode, scanning the crowd for anyone who could be her parents. He didn't see anyone running up to the two of them or even so much as keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

"Is something the matter?" Hal questioned, making sure to keep his voice even and calm.

The girl continued fidgeting, her big blue eyes scanning from side to side. Finally she spoke. "You wiff da space po-eece yes? Not da am-ear-ree-ca one?"

Hal smiled at the girl. "Yes, I'm with the space police." Honestly that was oversimplifying the Corps a little but he had long since gotten to citizens calling him a space cop.

The girl offered up a small nervous smile of her own. "So you won't tell da gov-ment what I tell you wight?"

Hal was on high alert now. Just what was this little girl trying to tell him? "I won't tell. I promise," he said after a second.

The girl broke into a big smile at this. "Really? Dis way den." She started tugging Hal along and he began to follow.

"Where exactly are we going?" he asked.

"You see," was all she replied.

Hal was led down a couple different alleyways and was beginning to think he was walking into a trap when they reached an abandoned building. The girl dashed in and up the old rusted stairs, with Hal following closely behind her.

If this really is a trap, I'll never hear the end of it from Batman, he thought morbidly as he cleared the last step. Instead of finding himself facing an ambush however, he saw a boy curled up on an old mattress. The girl was already by his side as Hal approached.

"Don wowee Danny, I got help. Like I said I would," he caught the little girl whispering as he knelt down next to the boy. He had to have been older than the girl. Three years older maybe? Yet he was still so small. Hal took sight of his condition. He was in pain. That much was certain by his little face scrunched up in agony and his quiet moans. He was also sweating profusely. His raven black hair sticking to his forehead. Fever maybe?

Hal continued his observations as he scanned down the boy's body until he got to his stomach. The boy was clutching it and Hal could make out blood bleeding through from underneath. Oh no.

He quickly yet carefully removed the boy's arm to get a better look at the wound. The kid let out a groan as his arm was peeled away. Hal couldn't help but thank Oa for all his training that helped prevent him from letting out a gasp.

The boy's chest was covered in blood. Dark red mixed with flecks of green soaked through his shirt and there were bandages that had been amateurishly tied around the wound.

"How did this happen?" Hal asked, turning back to the girl. He did his best to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

Her smile was gone now, and her eyes welled up with tears. "He pwotected me," she said. "Dey wanted to huwrt us. Dey shot at us. Danny pwotected me."

Anger boiled within Hal. Who would shoot at these children? They were only little kids. If what the girl had said earlier was anything to go off of, the answer had something to do with the government. He would have to take care of that later though. For now, this boy needed medical attention.

"Let's get Danny to a hospital," Hal said resolutely, as he got up.

"No!" the little girl screeched. "No has-pee-tail. Too dan-er-us!"

"But he needs-" Hal started but then he met the girl's eyes. There was abject fear in them. As if going to the hospital would be a death sentence for both children. Where else were they supposed to go though? The boy- Danny needed medical attention stat. That much was certain.

Hal paused. There was one place. He sighed. Batman was going to kill him for this.

"Okay okay. No hospital. But what about space?"

"Space?" the girl repeated.

Hal nodded.

The little girl smiled. "Danny lobes space!"

"Well then. That's perfect."

Hal constructed a new bed for the boy, carefully easing him onto it before putting a protective dome around both children. The little girl giggled as he lifted them up. He then turned to the wall where he created a giant hammer to knock it down. Then they were off. Flying higher and higher, towards the atmosphere. As the Watchtower got closer in sight, Hal couldn't help but groan. Taking civilians to the Watchtower? Oh yeah, Batman was definitely going to kill him.

[kaitlyn-imagines]

Ok so I have no one to tell this to and ree raw ally want to tell someone so I’m telling you! *deep gasp* imagine if you did the surprise your bf naked challenge with Tamaki and the poor boi just goes red lol

Tamaki x Reader Warnings: Spice, implicit consent, Tiktok trends lol Word Count: 1584

You were scrolling on social media to unwind after a long day of training and classes. Funny cat videos, memes, a news clip you weren’t entirely sure was real or fake, and then…oh! A new risqué couple’s trend?

You click the tag and scroll through a few of the videos, the corners of your mouth slightly raising in amusement. The reactions were just too good… That’s when you got to thinking—if you pulled this little trick on your boyfriend, you were certain his reaction would be hilarious. After all, he’s never seen that much of your body before. You and Tamaki have been dating for the better half of a year now, and while you felt ready to progress things to a new level, Tamaki was always shyer about those sorts of things. Anytime you tried to bring up the conversation, he’d skirt the topic entirely with an excuse and a flushed face. Although you always respected his choice, you were starting to think it was perhaps an unhealthy avoidance on his part.

He found you attractive—that you knew for certain. You’d caught him a few times eyeing the curve of your ass in your tight hero’s costume, though he always averted his eyes as if he hadn’t been. Little did he know, the slight pink at the tips of his ears were a dead giveaway. You had an inkling he was ready for the next step of your relationship, but was just too shy and insecure to act or speak on his desires.

Maybe this little trend would be just the push he needed… And so, your scheme began.

You kept the idea in the back of your mind for the next week, trying to act as casual and inconspicuous as possible. It was easy enough—just acting as you normally did while you and Tamaki went about your daily routines.

When you both studied at the campus café, Tamaki sipped his vanilla-lavender latte without an inkling of suspicion. When you both went out to the movies one night with Mirio and Nejire, you shared a popcorn bucket and held hands innocently… All the while, your mischievous plans remained discreet and secure in your imagination.

Finally, the weekend arrived and you began to set your plan into motion. Tamaki usually hung out at your place on Saturday afternoons to relax. It was the perfect opportunity.

Tamaki was sitting on your couch, playing Stardew Valley on the Switch. He was entirely engrossed as he tried to grind in the skull cavern for iridium. His back was turned to you as he hunched over his console, clad in a casual t-shirt and sweatpants.

You entered the room quietly, your bare feet padding softly along the hardwood floor. The chill draft of the room pebbled little goosebumps along your exposed skin, and you fought back a shiver. Hopefully you wouldn’t be too cold for long.

Your heart seemed to race slightly as you rounded the back of the couch and paused just to the side of the armrest. You’ve never acted so boldly before, and although you were a little nervous, you couldn’t deny the excitement of it all.

Tamaki didn’t react right away, his face still turned down to the screen as he battled some mummies on one of the lower levels of the cavern. You fought back your smile, your skin nearly buzzing with adrenaline.

“Tamaki?” you called sweetly, expectantly watching him to turn his head slightly. He hummed in response for you to continue, but his eyes didn’t leave the screen. You tried again. “Tamaki, sweetie?”

Finally, he turned his head, and he seemed to do a double take…for there you stood, in all your glory. You forced yourself to keep the confident smile on your face, even as you felt a little nervous at his wide-eyed expression.

The sound that escaped Tamaki was nothing short of squeaky. He dropped his game, nearly falling off the sofa. Immediately you clocked the tell-tale pink on the tips of his ears. But then the flush spread across his cheeks, down his neck, and to his collarbones. The poor guy changed from pale to bright red in a matter of two seconds.

His voice failed him and he buffered. “W-What are…W-Why are you?!” Despite his evident short-circuiting, his wide eyes were obviously staring at your bare chest. A puff of steam seemed to plume off him as his eyes drifted lower, but as soon as he did, he shook his head wildly.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. Goodness, you broke your boyfriend!

The sound of your giggles seemed to only deepen the rouge on his already flushed cheeks, and it was just the thing that sparked him into action. His game console long forgotten, he leapt from the couch while his shaking hands grasped desperately for a blanket.

He floundered for it, trying to avert his eyes from your nakedness as he promptly threw it over your head. You laughed harder, and raised your arms to pull the blanket back off your head. Before you could, they were pinned against your sides—only a single layer of fabric separated his firm hands from your flesh.

“Tamaki, stop, let me—” you started to protest, a smile tugging at your lips. But he cut you off, and you’ve never heard his voice so husky and broken before.

“D-Don’t,” he said breathlessly, and that single word turned your insides molten. You felt his hands spin you around, and you allowed yourself to be blindly led across the room.

“Tamaki~” you teased sweetly from under the blanket, and felt his fingers flex from where they steered your covered shoulders. “Sweetheart, this would be a lot more fun if I could see that cute expression on your face.”

Your words made him groan near your ear, and it sent a shiver up your spine. You could practically feel the heat pouring off him.

“Y-You’re cruel,” he muttered under his breath, and you could tell he was barely holding himself together. He halted you, and you heard the click of a door as he reached around you to open it. A moment later, he ushered you in.

You had a suspicion you were back in your bedroom, and he was planning to escape any second now. You tried to map out the space in your head as he led you further into the room… you were nearing your bed. You felt him push you onto it, his hands leaving you as he made to leave.

But you were quick, latching onto his arm through the blanket, and pulling him down to the mattress with you. You heard another delightful squeak escape him, and you burst into a fit of giggles as you tried to wiggle your head free from the blanket.

When your face breached past the fabric, your hair no doubt a mess, you burst out into another spiel of laughter. Tamaki looked like a little cherry tomato; his expression was tortured as he tried to hide his face away from you. He raised a hand to his head and dragged in down, a slight whine in his throat.

Your laughter eased then, and your mirth melted to tender amusement. You reached forward, your hand touching his as you gently pried it from his face. “Sweetheart,” you cooed, his cheek warm to the touch. You softly palmed it, turning him to face you. He screwed his eyes shut as more heat burned across the bridge of his nose.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” you hummed tenderly. His eyelashes fluttered, hesitant…but as your thumb gently rubbed circles into his cheek, he blinked them open slowly.

“Do you not…like what you see?” you asked softly. At this, he shook his head quickly, his eyes once more shutting tightly. “No?” you prompted, and he shook his head again. Seems like he lost his capacity to answer you verbally…your sweet, shy guy.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” you played up the sweetness, hoping he would gaze at you the way you desired. You knew he wanted to…and yet he denied himself.

Another noise sounded from him, and you had to coax him with another caress so he wouldn’t turn away. After a few moments, his quiet voice muttered dumbly, “Y-you’re…naked.”

You giggled again, but not unkindly. “Yeah, baby, I know…surprise.” You leaned forward to kiss his cheek, and you were amazed that the blush there had not diminished in any capacity yet.

“Don’t you want to see me?” you hummed against his skin, and you felt his Adam’s apple bob. “I want you to look,” you reassured him in a hushed tone. His hands seemed to twitch slightly at that, and you felt your lips lift in a Cheshire-like smile.

“Oh, sweetness…” you breathed softly, and reached down for his hands. “If you’re too shy to look,” you prompt, “…you can always just feel?”

He swallowed, his eyebrows furrowing. But, as you grasped his hands tenderly, he let you move them with zero resistance. You took his hands, and he allowed you to draw them beneath the blanket to wear your body laid bare.

“We won’t do anything,” you cooed, bringing his hands to your chest. They felt hot against your cool skin, and you heard his breath hitch at the skin-to-skin contact. “We’ll just…slowly get acquainted, okay?”

“O-okay…” he answered breathlessly. And then his eyes fluttered open, and in them you saw the unmistakable intensity of barely-restrained desire there.

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 3) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ curator's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Merilia by saylilirose

"Mermaids are not real!" That's what you and Namjoon hear everywhere you go. It's funny that you're hidden in plain sight, although perhaps popping a tail in front of strangers wouldn't end well for you. That's what you've come to learn. You've also learned, to hide yourself very, very well. Until- "NO-DON'T JUMP-SHIT!" You and Namjoon are joined by others, not by choice.

🗯️ mermaids and insane drama oooh yes

Moonchild by @yoongiofmine (paid on patreon but so worth it)

Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

🗯️ aaaah so good!!! so well-written, gahh plott so great, identity crisis (human or...?), werewolf drama.

My Muse by Zennnoe

I felt my lungs suddenly stop and a coldness brush onto my face, I gasped loudly clutching onto my chest. Dropping down onto my knees trying to grasp whatever air in-front of me. But I was at dance practice. So why did it feel like I was breathing underwater? I soon felt the hands of my close friends lift me up and lay me down as I try to takin in as much air as possible, for her. Soon the staff swamp me and I hear them talking about her, my other half. I soon clutched onto my stomach and I shouted loudly in so much pain, pink fluorescent patches bloom onto my skin. Yes they looked pretty. But the reason why they were there was not. As I try to reach out I grab one of my friends hands tightly and request for one thing. "My music. Pass me my music." I beg. This is the only way for me to reach her…to help her. My beloved soulmate.

My Soulmate are IDOLS by tinyeyecat

In a world where soulmates exist and people receive their soul bonds (a red string of fate, body exchange, timer tattoos…etc) when they turn 20… Wet dreams are not the norm for Amber. She should not be haunted by men she doesn't know, let alone by the world-famous boyband, Bangtan. But on the day of her birthday, Amber switches bodies with the idol on stage and finds out that the members of the boyband are her soulmates. All seven of them.

🗯️ this is one wild story... aren't all emi ree's stories so wild tho? but also well-written. (epilogue is on Patreon).

Not My Hybrids by Ghosstwriterss

When Y/n is pressured to volunteer at a hybrid rehabilitation/adoption Center, and asked to house 7 hybrids to help them become comfortable with humans and the idea of adoption, who is she to say no?

🗯️ the kind of story where mc's so freakin nice I don't think she's human. but yea it's all worth it.

One Kiss by DuraWrites

In a world where soulmate exist, where you can only know your soulmate through a dream. Confirm through a kiss and complete the bond through love-making. Han Bora just celebrated her 22nd birthday and not long she started having dreams of her soulmate. Correction. Soulmates. Already being a fan of this popular K-pop group, she immediately knew that her soul is tied to all seven of them. It was a dreadful yet thrilling thought as the realization of being the soulmate to her favourite artists hit her. But it isn't just as easy as it seems. Because she was the only one who had the dreams. So She has to prove to them she's their soulmate. And the only way to confirm that is through ONE KISS. How will an average girl find her way to that untouchable top to prove to the biggest boyband that she's their soulmate? Come along and let's dive into this crazy mess of a journey together.

🗯️ one kiss is all it takes... literally

Out of Time series by Alphathyx

🗯️ so freakin sad wtf but that is why there's an alternate ending. soo good and heart wrenching.

❶ Out of Time

A story about a girl named, Hana who has suffered a chronic condition all her life that would soon take her life one day. But with her final wish, she uses it to see BTS, but the boys decided to have more in store for her. Join Hana, and the members in a fluff filled adventure before time runs out.

❷ Out of Time: Young Forever

The alternate ending for 'Out of Time' and bonus chapters

Parfait by fullspectrumfangirl

Alpha bands are a popular entertainment schtick. Handsome, powerful, talented, they sell the fantasy of availability as much as they sell their music. After all, everyone knows a pack is incomplete if it only contains alphas. Omegas and betas dream of being a part of the balance. Unfortunately, this is more than just marketing. A band needs to function as a pack, but with only alpha members, bickering and infighting are almost unavoidable. Beta managers help, but there is another common tactic that helps the talent maintain equilibrium: house omegas, hired companions who stand in for the missing pieces. BTS is a wildly popular seven-member alpha band. They are known to be particularly kind and humble, but they are still struggling to keep house omegas for their pack. None of the prior candidates have wanted to leave, but one member has protested them all. What is the missing ingredient in their otherwise winning recipe?

🗯️ again, idk what to say but it's good! a really well-written story with great plot.

Peculiar Pack by @daydreamindollie

You’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist, who takes in seven hybrids one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden.

🗯️ cute T.T

Petrichor by @purpleyoonn

You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

🗯️ courting... yes please! and again, I love possessive mates.

Plump by koozip

Meeting Namjoon's close friends was something you've been anxious about since meeting him. You wanted them to like you. Starting off with a group chat seemed like the perfect way around your fears. You weren't sure how they'd feel about you in person. So when they fell in love with you and your lovely curves, you were taken by surprise. You soon realize that you're stuck with the seven handsome men for the long run. The chronicles of chubby y/n and her new smitten friends. Based around the group chat named 'chubbybear' that started it all.

🗯️ gosh this one's just warm and sweet, especially for fellow chubby girlies out there!

Rainy Days by Peanut_The_Sugar_Glider

Life had dealt you a rather crappy hand, but you kept on fighting, you kept on existing day by day. On a gloomy day however, you feel as if it all means nothing, as your beloved pet had past away and she always was there to cheer you up and enjoy the gloomy weather, making it less sad and depressing. Be it fate or otherwise, movement catches your attention outside. And your life is never the same after. You never will have to worry about being alone, and you find yourself enjoying the rainy weather.

🗯️ despite the title, this story feels like a warm hug.

Redamancy by strawberheecake

In which Yn met an unknown pack of hybrids living on a land she inherited. Feelings bloomed as the pack helped her weather the storm that is her greedy family.

🗯️ another neat and well-written story <3

Retribution by Babydoll_Blue

The Bangtan Boys were known around campus for being heart breakers, but when they made poor Seul-ki cry, Y/N and Mina decided it was time for retribution. Forming a plan to ruin their images, Y/N sets out to seduce them all.

🗯️ revenge gone wrong... or right? wtf am I typing, just read it guys.

Rose & Thorns by @minniepetals

A lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other, and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

🗯️ a dramatic and warm story. I'm such a simp for soft but strong MCs like this one.

Safe House by SweetBreadFictions

In a dystopian universe where hybrids exist, the government had turned a blind eye to the mistreatment of hybrids. These persons were used, abused and treated in the most unfair ways. To escape the evil owners, hybrids make their way to the rumored district of freedom called Area 613. To help these refugee hybrids, an underground railroad had been developed by kind people. Being sympathetic to these persons, you run a safe house stop for the hybrids during their journey. As you help these hybrids, seven of them decide that your safe house might be better that any rumored district of freedom.

🗯️ I love when the relationships develop one by one so you got attached to allll of them.

Sanctuary by @softykooky

Some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate.

🗯️ :")👍

Seven by Worldwidehandsomeyouknow

Life is boring. Same thing, day in and day out. Nothing new or exciting ever happens. I just want something, anything to happen! Well something happens alright. Seven somethings in fact

Sheltered by Gracie30102

What Namjoon thought was trouble turned out to be a blessing as he rescued a wounded kitten who would capture his packmates hearts little by little.

🗯️ s o f t.

When a vaccine leads to unexplained symptoms, the world erupts into panic. What happens when one girl finds out she is soulmates to all seven members of the largest group in the world?

Shifted by dailyJinspiration

You were property, a casualty of an archaic law, but he didn't see you that way. You're an elemental witch, leaving the country of your birth to be mated to Hoseok, the leader of a pack of brothers who were forced to come together or risk being exiled forever. They are broken, discarded and angry, they can also shift into giant feline predators in the blink of an eye. You thought you would have a simple life, try to win them over one by one, but there are bigger plans in motion and it will take every skill you possess to keep what's yours.

🗯️ defo one of my absolute faves fanfic in 2024. it's got intricate issues, steamy scenes, sassy and strong witch mc, and the guys as hybrids. writing's so neat!

Soulmate to You by OT7oramI

🗯️ another well-written soulmate story! this synopsis doesn't give justice to this freaking good story so just read it please.

Spring Day by @nunchiimagines

Becoming a part time english teacher wasn’t exactly the ideal startup you had hoped for yourself when you first moved to Seoul, South Korea. Luckily, you loved working with children and you were grateful to have found a well paying job with housing included so soon after university. Amongst your class, however, are 5 boys who seem to be constantly ostracized not only by the rest of the students but also by the other teachers and staff members. Becoming attached to you fairly quickly, you’re unintentionally tasked to be their permanent caretaker during their stay at school, even staying past the hours you were needed until they were picked up safely. However, what you didn’t expect was to catch the hearts of their seven older brothers, the leaders of a notorious and well known mafia family in Korea.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 4 | NAVI

[restwellsoon]

NSFW Sex ABCs | Uramichi Omota

Minor, blank, and ageless blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

Uramichi Omota x GN!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Uramichi is clingy after sex, wanting to cuddle and kiss immediately after, despite your protests to clean up first. He even tells you that he doesn’t mind it when your skin sticks together from the sweat drying, despite him rubbing at his reddened skin after pulling apart.

He gets quite sentimental, and this side of him takes getting used to. Uramichi’s normally a neat guy, but he loves to admire how he’s made a mess out of you. The way your hair sticks to sweaty skin, swollen lips, that dazed expression on your face. He’s always afraid of this moment being the last, so you can help but oblige him when he quietly asks you to stay in his arms for a while.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Uramichi is surprisingly body neutral. Because of his former career in athletics, he’s more focused on his body’s ability to perform rather than its aesthetics. Needless to say, he’s incredibly proud of his strong core, the defining marker of a gymnast. He’s also pleased with the symmetry and size of his upper body in general–from his chest, his arms, back, and core–regardless of the comments others make about him being a gym rat. Having a strong upper body and core also allows him to fuck in positions that other men can’t, something he’s secretly smug about.

And in contrast, Uramichi loves all of your softest and squishiest bits, whatever they may be. It gives him a very cozy feeling, and he often loves nuzzling his face on that body part or grabbing it with his hands. You have a strong reason to suspect that he enjoys those parts because it subconsciously reminds him of using hand grips. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The moment you tell him that he’s allowed to cum inside you, he decides then and there that a drop won’t be wasted. He has zero desire to cum on your face or any other part of your body. Uramichi wants your pretty little holes filled with his cum. He’s quite the vanilla man, but it’s a (sexy) surprise to find out that he really loves the thought of plugging your cum-filled holes after fucking you for multiple rounds.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The quickest way to get him hard is domesticity. He fantasizes about coming home to you and cumming in you, bathing together, sleeping together, and stealing kisses while prepping food. He likes to think of your voice when you wake up or the way you snap when he annoys you too much. The vulnerability and intimacy you’d share together is his go-to when he wants a very satisfying orgasm.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Luckily for Uramichi, his mind-body connection is strong. Yeah, he might go through insane years-long dry spells, but it doesn’t mean that he’s forgotten how to sexually please a partner at all. He doesn’t have much experience, but he does know how to get the job done. He’s also very studious and isn’t afraid to ask you for help and tips to make you cum.

He watches porn for research purposes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Deep missionary. Uramichi not only loves how it feels, but he loves how it makes him feel so incredibly close to you too. He loves looking at the different expressions that you make while he makes you feel good, and knowing he’s the only one that makes you feel like that way.

Also for completely unsexy reasons, he likes that deep missionary gives him access to all your erogenous zones without straining his body or having to switch positions. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Even when he’s goofy, Uramichi seems serious. His playful side often unintentionally makes him seem like a dom. Really though, he’s trying to be funny. You don’t mind the intensity though.

If you go back and watch the highlight reels of his gymnast career, you’d see that his sex aura and competition aura are nearly identical.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Uramichi’s used to shaving everything because of his career as a gymnast. Even though his happy trail is usually shaved, he does like to keep his pubes trimmed neatly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He doesn’t even realize how romantic he’s being in the moment. He just loves kissing your neck softly and calling out your name. He firmly believes in physically showing you how you make him feel, so he gives it his all to make you feel good.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He goes through cycles where he’s incredibly horny and jerkin’ it nonstop to dry spells where he hasn’t touched himself in months. His cock is pretty sensitive so he cums easily.

Because he has a vivid imagination (He’s not sure if he should thank his anxiety for that or not), he usually doesn’t need erotic audio or visual materials.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He didn’t even know that it was a thing, but Uramichi finds out later in life that he has a scent kink. The scent of your shampoo on his pillows or your perfume on his sheets drives him wild. And the way you smell down at your center? He salivates just thinking about it.

It takes him a while to open up about it, but he has a breeding kink and goes wild when you call him daddy. Yeah, maybe it has something to do with his fucked up childhood, but the thought of having a family with you, taking care of you, and (as fucked up as it may seem) having a lifelong connection with you, drives him absolutely wild. He’s embarrassed to admit this to you–and he doesn’t want to seem insane either–but after growing closer, you find it incredibly sweet. You don’t mind indulging this kink of his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Maybe if he spent his 20s fucking instead of destroying his body and mental fortitude through gymnastics, he’d be more adventurous. But alas, he’s now in his 30s and there’s no place more exciting to him than his bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It’s probably pathetic, but just showing interest in him fills him up with excitement. He wants to be seen as Uramichi, not the gymnast, not the taiso no oniisan, and definitely not by his surname. He really likes it when his crush (you, duh) calls him by his nickname.

Also scalp massages. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

For the love of god or whatever the fuck is out there, do not ask him to dress up for you. It gives him such a visceral reaction and reminds him of work that it kills his mood completely. 

You’d think that having a horrible father would make him have some needs for validation and praise, but surprisingly, Uramichi doesn’t have a praise kink at all. Because he’s been exceptional from a young age, he’s used to being praised but secretly badmouthed behind his back, so praise doesn’t do it for him when it comes to his performance. Instead, it’s more meaningful when you show him how good he’s making you feel (by cumming all over his cock).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Of course Uramichi loves it whenever you go down on him. He loves hearing you gag and gasp around his cock, and he loves to relax by fucking your mouth gently, his fingers wrapped in your hair.

Uramichi never considered quitting smoking until he finally went down on you. His skills are sloppy but with good intention at first, and though he’s embarrassed by your prompting, he’s more than willing to follow through with your instructions. He loves going down on you and says that it helps with his oral fixation.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He loves starting off slow and sensual, trying to make each session last as long as possible. It’s a challenge though–because you feel so good–that he often ends up desperately fucking into you until he’s a mess.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Although Uramichi likes to go at his own pace, he doesn’t mind having a quickie every once in a while. Although he knows you’ll make him cum every time, he secretly stresses about you not being satisfied. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As someone who’s known for a lack of preference, experimenting is no different. He says that he’ll always try something once as long as it’s with you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has great stamina and recovery time. Unfortunately though, since he wasn’t having sex often before you two got together, he doesn’t last long the first few encounters. Rather than being annoyed though, you take it as a compliment for being that good. (Uramichi later tells you that this was one of the moments that made him love you.)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You’re surprised to learn that Uramichi owns a cocksleeve, and it’s a source of embarrassment when you come across it in his apartment one day. He fervently denies buying it himself and says that it was a gag gift from Kumatani and Usahara. (Let’s be real, it was mostly Usahara’s idea though Kumatani thought that a sex toy would definitely help Uramichi lighten up.) Gag gift or not, you save Uramichi some embarrassment by not commenting on how well-loved it looks.

He’s intimidated by your toys at first, but eventually warms up to their usefulness, asking you to show him how you use them. Every once in a while, he’ll use them on you while you fuck.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates being teased and lacks the patience for it. But this man is constantly teasing you without even realizing it. Like I said, he thinks he’s being funny with some of his sexual comments or jokes, but really he sounds like a full-fledged dom ready to force you into submission if he has to. He really likes that needy side of you because it makes him feel wanted.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Uramichi’s relatively quiet in other settings, so you’re surprised to hear his soft moans and grunting when you fuck. Those rare times where he has a clear mind while having sex, he loves to praise you and to be praised.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

With stamina and strong forearms like Uramichi’s, this man is a fingerfucking king. Once he finds those sweet spots that make you squirm, he’ll attack them relentlessly, curling his fingers and going at a pace that seems nearly impossible. He loves licking his fingers after you cum or making you taste yourself. When he’s feeling naughty, he likes to finger you after he’s cum inside, using it as lube.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s longer than average but quite thick. Again, he’s quite neutral about his body, so he doesn’t understand why others think he’s impressive. He gets off on your reaction to seeing his cock for the first time though, the way your mouth hangs slightly agape and your eyes widen.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I don’t think he has a high sex drive at first since he’s been alone for so long and stays away from random hook-ups. Being with you sends his sex drive through the roof, however, and even he’s surprised with his sexual appetite.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has all this pent up tension and stress that he never knew that fucking could get rid of. After a good cuddle sesh, he falls asleep quickly and feels well-rested after.

Thanks to the @/the-coldest-goodbye for sharing this prompt.) 

Also it's inevitable that I give every fictional man that I love a daddy and breeding kink. Sorry not sorry.

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cold woes

iii. in sickness and in health. (re4r!leon x gn!reader)

author's note: sorry for the late post lovely ppl, i was out the whole day to shop for clothes and buy gifts bc it's my niece's birthday tomorrow and then tumblr decided to become a bitch and won't let me post grr i'll also be posting the fourth one later as an early treat because i'll most likely be busy partying. anyw! i hope you all are doing well! hehe, a little spoiler. the fourth post is actually the one i wanna post the most bc i tried switching up my writing style for the ehem the nsfw. thank you to @valkyrurr the sweetest ever, had followed her advuce on how to post and FINALLY.

cw: cliche sick leon and reader babying him, sfw, fluffy fluff, food

part 3 of ree's leon valentine's day advent

The rain fell in a light drizzle, a soft pitter-patter tapping outside her window. The sky was gray, hazy in the early morning with a thin mist rolling in, dispersing slowly in the cool air.

You reach your arms out and drag your fingers along the glass, the trickle of raindrops slide down the window and you shiver at the sight of rain. You retract your hand to grab the ladle, and hum as you stir the pot that was already bubbling, and you smile.

Unbeknownst to you, there is a rustle in your bed sheets with Leon in a mood because of the fact that he didn't wake up next to you. Leon, juts out his bottom lip slightly in a pout, as he looks at the droplets falling on his window.

Leon groans and sniffs, his footsteps heavy as he exits your shared bedroom only to be greeted by the homey scent of aromatics. He smiles knowing that you must be in the kitchen, he is led on by the scent alone and before you could register Leon's presence a pair of strong arms is wrapped around your waist, dragging you backwards.

"Thought you'd take responsibility and nurse me?"

Leon asks, his voice thick with sleep, and you smile.

"Babe, I am."

You grin as you turn to face him just to watch his expression, but he denies that as Leon dives his face on the crook of your neck. Breathing you in.

"What's that?"

A gentle smile graces your lips as Leon nuzzles you.

"It's chicken congee. Good for colds."

You chuckle a bit as you feel a smile ghosting on Leon's lips.

"Feed me."

He mumbled, his words muffled against your skin as his hands snake underneath your t-shirt—his t-shirt, his calloused hands gripping on your waist.

"I feel cold."

He adds on before wrapping his arms around your bare waist again before he presses a kiss on your neck, on your cheek. This intimacy, the lingering kisses, the tight embrace. Leon had always been clingy, despite his nonchalant act on it, but he couldn't deny how touchy he was.

For Leon, you are his peace. His solace, and for a moment it was just the gentle sound of rain, both of your syncopated breaths, and the soft thrumming of heartbeats. The only music ringing in both your ears.

You smile as you both gaze at each other's loving eyes.

"I'll warm you up."

Leon smiles at your reply, these same words were what he uttered t you during that camping trip when you had clumsily forgotten to bring something warmer, and him being the loving boyfriend that he is, had given you his jacket. Leading to a cold, he couldn't fathom how he, Leon S. Kennedy, top graduate in the Police Academy,  decimated hordes of zombies in his first day as a rookie cop, endured military training in the middle of nowhere.

Not only that, but he saved Ashley Graham, the President's daughter, in the middle of fucking nowhere Spain. He doesn't get a cold that easily, and yet here he is. He doesn't regret it, he likes taking care of you, but there's something adorable about the way you had said the exact same words as him now. Matching his love for you, and to say he's over the moon is an understatement.

Here you are, dragging him back to bed with a bowl of homecooked congee, water and meds as you tuck him in like a baby.

You join him in bed, spoon in hand as you attempt to feed him.

"I'm not a baby. Can feed myself, you know."

Leon scoffs but you narrow his eyes at him and he chuckles.

"Don't give me that look, I thought you were gonna make it up to me."

You frown and he relents, letting you feed him, fuss over him like he would break. The feeling was foreign to the agent, being taken care of.

"I am, so let me."

You reply earnestly and he smiles.

Major Krauser had instilled in him, a man eat man mindset, but there you are devoted in your care for him and he ponders the last time he had ever felt this secure, this peaceful.

With every reluctant bite turning into more willing actions, you smile. Pressing a kiss to Leon's lips and he smiles slyly.

"You're gonna catch it, you know."

You shrug and giggle.

"I do, but I love you and I want to kiss you. Nothing wrong kissing my boyfriend."

You bat your eyelashes playfully at him and he scoffs, but his blue eyes are gentle and only reflect fondness. He gives you another sweet kiss, this time, sweeping his tongue on your upper lip before pulling away.

"Of course there's nothing wrong, I love you too."

In that moment, Leon thinks, in the future he's gonna need to change that boyfriend into husband.

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Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-Six

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Six: Prisoner's Dilemma

Summary: (Y/N) and their crew attempt an escape from Sybok.

            “Ah! Aha!” Kirk strained from where he stood atop Spock’s shoulders.

            (Y/N) stared at the opening in the ceiling where he was trying to find a certain wire. If they could gain control of some part of the ship from the inside out, then they could escape.

            “Useless,” remarked Spock. He didn’t believe this idea had much merit.

            Bones’s worry pricked at (Y/N)’s skin. This would either end very well or very poorly.

            “Unwise,” warned Spock as Kirk reached for a wire, but it was too late.

            The wire sparked, and Kirk jerked back from the electricity. He tumbled from Spock’s shoulders and hit the ground. Fortunately, he rolled as he landed, so he received bruises but no worse injuries.

            “You could’ve warned me,” groaned Kirk, massaging his back as he stood.

            “He did,” pointed out (Y/N), and Bones nodded.

            “There’s got to be a way out of this mess,” said Kirk, looking around the cell.

            “This is a new brig, Captain,” said Spock. “It is escape proof.”

            “How do you know?” asked Kirk.

            “The designers tested it by using the most intelligent and resourceful person they could find,” said Spock. (Y/N) and Bones exchanged a look. “He failed to escape.”

            “This person, he didn’t by chance have pointed ears and an unerring capacity for getting his shipmates into trouble, did he?” said Kirk.

            “And maybe handsome, too?” said (Y/N).

            “He did have pointed ears,” admitted Spock. “And some people may consider him attractive.”

            Well, that answers that, thought (Y/N), shaking their head in amusement.

            “Brave crew of the Starship Enterprise.”

            The group in the brig paused as Sybok’s voice reverberated from the comms in a ship-wide announcement. A moment later, the tiny viewscreen in the cell switched on to show his face.

            “Consider the question of existence,” said Sybok.

            (Y/N) raised a brow. What was this, a lecture?

            “These are the questions which man has asked ever since he first gazed at the stars and dreamed,” said Sybok. “My Vulcan ancestors were ruled by their emotions. They felt with their hearts. They made loved with their hearts. They believed with their hearts.”

            And they nearly killed one another over their hearts until they found a solution, thought (Y/N). That solution is not for everyone, but it is a solution. Just as Celians chose to embrace empathy and emotional understanding as another solution. Both are valid. They are just different.

            “And above all else, they believed in a place in which these questions of existence would be answered,” continued Sybok. This was not a lecture; it was a preach. “Modern dogma tells us this place is a myth, a fantasy concocted by pagans. It is no fantasy!”

            He spoke with pure conviction. Clearly, he believed himself, though whether or not it was real fact would remain a mystery until proof for or against was found. Belief was important, but (Y/N) and the Enterprise needed facts, too.

            “It exists!” said Sybok emphatically. “My brothers and sisters and siblings, we have been chosen to undertake the greatest adventure of all time…” He paused dramatically and gazed into the camera as if looking into the eyes of true believers. “The discovery of Sha Ka Ree.”

            Spock furrowed his brow. “Is it possible?” He spoke quietly, considering Sybok’s words carefully.

            “Spock, what is Sha Ka Ree?” asked (Y/N).

            “The reason Sybok left Vulcan,” said Spock.

            “Our destination—the planet Sha Ka Ree—it lies beyond the Great Barrier at the center of the galaxy,” continued Sybok in his announcement.

            “The center of the galaxy?” repeated Kirk in surprise.

            “Where Sha Ka Ree is fabled to exist,” said Spock.

            “But the center of the galaxy can’t be reached,” said Kirk incredulously. “No ship has ever gone into the Great Barrier. No probe has ever returned.”

            “Sybok possessed the keenest intellect I have ever known,” said Spock. “If he believes he has found a way, it may be true.”

            “Spock!” said Kirk. “My only concern is getting the ship back. When that’s done and Sybok is here, you can debate Sha Ka Ree until you’re green in the face. Until then, you’re either with me or you’re not.”

            “I’m here, Captain,” said Spock. He would not kill Sybok, but his loyalty was with (Y/N) and Kirk and Starfleet.

            “Captain, Spock,” said (Y/N), interrupting. “Do you hear that?” A soft tapping had caught their attention.

            Kirk and Spock quieted in order to listen. They didn’t ask if (Y/N) was making it up; they wouldn’t. Bones furrowed his brow.

            “It’s…tapping. Rhythmic but not a set pattern,” said Bones.

            “It may be a primitive form of communication known as Morse Code,” said Spock. “The rhythm fits with certain letters perfectly.”

            “You’re right,” said Kirk, furrowing his brow. “That one there…an ‘s,’ I think.”

            “I believe the next letter is a ‘t,’ ” said Spock.

            “ ‘A’…‘n’…‘d’…” said (Y/N).

            “You know Morse Code?” said Bones.

            “I’m a Negotiations and Communications officer,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly.

            Spock looked at (Y/N) with pure adoration. They were such an incredible officer and so skilled at what they did…it was maddeningly attractive.

            “That was the end of a word,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “ ‘Stand,’ ” said Bones.

            “New word starting,” said Kirk, listening intently. He moved closer to the wall to hear more clearly.

            “ ‘B’…‘a’…‘c’…‘k,’ ” said (Y/N).

            “ ‘Back,’ ” said Bones. “ ‘Stand back.’ ”

            The four paused. “Stand back!” they exclaimed. Spock grabbed (Y/N) and pulled them back while Kirk and Bones jumped backwards.

            The moment they moved, the wall exploded. Dust and debris fell from the newly formed hole, and the four peered through the dust cloud warily. (Y/N) relaxed and touched Spock’s hand as they felt a familiar aura.

            “What are you standing around for?” said Scotty, looking at them all incredulously. “Do you not know a jailbreak when you see one?”

            (Y/N), Kirk, and Bones grinned.

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            “The bond between these four is strong…” said Sybok, frustrated. He walked with Sulu and several members of the Galactic Army of Light behind him through the brig towards his prisoners. “Difficult to penetrate. This will be quite a challenge.”

            Sulu nodded. “Kirk, Bones, and Spock are like brothers, and (L/N) is like a sibling to Kirk and Bones. Spock and (L/N) have the strongest bond, though. I don’t know if enlightenment will change that.”

            Sybok paused. “My brother has such a strong bond with another person?” He was surprised.

            Sulu nodded. “They’re married.”

            Interesting, thought Sybok. Perhaps he could use that.

            However, when the group rounded the corner, they found the cell their four prisoners were in empty, and a giant hole exposed their escape route.

            “We’ve got to find them!” exclaimed Sulu.

            Sybok certainly agreed.

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            “So Sulu, Uhura, and Chekov are just…on Sybok’s side?” said (Y/N), frowning as they walked through the lower decks of the Enterprise.

            “Aye,” said Scotty. “I don’t know what he did to ‘em, but they’ll be searching for you once they find out you’ve escaped.”

            Kirk grimaced and nodded. “Thanks, Scotty.”

            Scotty shrugged. “It was no problem. I needed to find some people not on his side. We can’t trust anyone now.”

            “We need to send a distress signal,” said Kirk.

            “We’d never make it to the Bridge,” said Bones.

            “There is an emergency sending apparatus in the forward observation room,” said Spock.

            “The only trouble is, it’s up there, and we’re down here,” said Kirk.

            “You might be able to reach it by means of turboshaft number three, which is closed for repairs,” said Scotty. He shook his head. “It’s a long and dangerous climb,” he warned.

            Bones, (Y/N), and Spock looked slightly at Kirk.

            “Some of us get off on long and dangerous climbs,” said Bones sarcastically.

            Kirk decided not to respond to that comment. “Scotty, get the Transporter working. If we make contact with a rescue ship, we’ll need it.”

            “Aye, sir,” said Scotty, nodding.

            “Which way to the turboshaft?” asked (Y/N).

            Scotty paused at a crossroads in the lower decks and gestured down one hall. “Straight down that tunnel to the hydro vent and turn right, then left at the blowscreen. You can’t miss it.”

            “Mr. Scott, you’re amazing,” said Kirk, smiling.

            “Nothing amazing about it,” said Scotty. “I know this ship like I know the back of my hand.”

            He nodded goodbye to Kirk, Spock, (Y/N), and Bones as they stepped into the tunnel and continued their walk. They listened carefully for the sound of people, but with the twists and turns and pipes and wires, any sound could mean anything. The only choice was to keep going without looking back until they arrived at the turboshaft.

            Bones grimaced as he looked upwards at the high, high ceiling above them. The shaft went on forever, to every level of the Enterprise. (Y/N) knew they were in for a long, dangerous climb, just as Scotty warned.

            “Look at it this way,” said Kirk, knowing the thoughts of his companions. “We’ll get a good workout.”

            “Yeah,” scoffed Bones. “Or a heart attack.”

            Kirk grimaced and headed to the ladder, beginning the long climb. Bones clambered up after him in resignation. (Y/N) started up after him. Spock…walked out the door. The other three continued climbing, but as they reached Level 13, they were feeling the strain. (Y/N) paused and looked down, expecting to see Spock. When they didn’t, they frowned.

            “Captain!” said (Y/N).

            “Yes?” Kirk looked down.

            (Y/N) looked up. “Spock is gone—Oh!” They stared in surprise at Spock, floating down from above Kirk. “Never mind.” He had found his levitation boots again.

            Kirk and Bones looked up, and they were startled by the appearance of the Vulcan from above. Spock lowered down to (Y/N) and held out a hand.

            “I believe I have found a faster way,” he remarked.

            “I hope so,” said (Y/N), letting go with one hand from the ladder.

            Spock’s hand wound around their waist, and (Y/N) held onto his neck tightly. They balanced slightly on one of the boots, leaving room for Kirk and Bones. Spock flew a bit higher, and Bones stared.

            “Coming, Bones?” said (Y/N).

            “You two go ahead. I’ll catch the next car,” said Bones, staring.

            “We’re not splitting up,” said Kirk from above.

            Bones sighed and let Spock support him on his other side. Slower now, Spock floated up to Kirk and turned. Kirk got onto Spock’s back. Unfortunately, the group began to drift downwards, too heavy for the boots with four people.

            “It would appear we are too heavy,” observed Spock.

            “It’s all those marsh-melons,” said Kirk, sighing.

            Clanging echoed upwards, and the four looked down. Below them, getting ever-closer, was Sulu and several of Sybok’s followers. They stared up at the group, having caught up to their trail.

            “Spock, use the booster rockets,” urged (Y/N), knowing how strong those were on the boots.

            “If I activate them now, T’hy’la, we’ll be propelled upward at an unpredictable rate,” said Spock.

            “Fire the rockets!” ordered Kirk, holding on tight as they approached Sulu.

            Spock obeyed, and the jet of energy sent them flying upwards.

            “Captain! Please come back down!” shouted Sulu after them, emotions perfectly pleasant, though (Y/N) couldn’t trust it.

            They held on tight to Spock, and his arm around their waist tightened as they flew wildly up.

            “Hit the brakes!” shouted Kirk over the rushing wind.

            Spock stopped the booster rockets, and they slowed to a halt a few moments before they would have hit the top of the turboshaft. With their weight, they drifted slightly downwards, and Spock looked at Kirk.

            “Captain, I am afraid I overshot the mark by one level,” said Spock.

            Bones let out a breath of relief at having survived. “Nobody’s perfect.”

            “And we’re going down again,” said (Y/N) cheerfully as they floated vaguely down with their combined weight.

            Spock directed them to the side, and they landed on the proper level.

            “Good job,” said Kirk, nodding and leading the way out of the turboshaft.

            He crawled forward and stood in the hallway of the Enterprise. He warily looked around before nodding, and the other three followed him out. Fortunately, for once, the forward observation room wasn’t much farther down the hall, and the group crept through the dim lights of the currently unused corridor to the room. Bones turned on the light and closed the doors behind them while (Y/N) moved to the controls of the emergency sending apparatus to open a comms channel.

            “(Y/N)?” said Kirk.

            “Emergency channel open,” confirmed (Y/N), standing.

            Kirk nodded and wasted no time speaking. “To anyone hearing my voice, this is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. If you read me, acknowledge.” Nothing. “Acknowledge!” They needed someone to hear.

            “Enterprise, this is Starfleet Command,” said a voice finally. “We read you, over.”

            “A hostile force has taken control of our vessel and put us on a direct course to the Great Barrier,” said Kirk. “Our coordinates are 0-0-0, mark 2. Request emergency assistance. Acknowledge.”

            “Understood, Enterprise,” said Starfleet Command. “We are dispatching a rescue ship immediately.

            “Roger Starfleet,” said Kirk.

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            In the Klingon Bird of Prey, the commander, Klaa, nodded as his second-in-command, Vixis, finished pretending to be Starfleet Command. “Plot course 0-0-0, mark 2,” he ordered in Klingon.

            “But, Captain, that course will take us into the Barrier as well,” said Vixis.

            “Where Kirk goes, we follow,” commanded Klaa.

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            The moment Kirk finished his message, (Y/N) tensed. “Captain, people are approaching.” They felt calm, happy auras approaching and one intense, powerful one. Sybok and his followers.

            “We need to leave, now,” said Kirk, moving towards the door quickly.

            Too late. The doors slid open, and Sybok stood before them, expression as pleasant as ever. However, his emotions showed tremors of frustration. (Y/N), Bones, Spock, and Kirk were proving troublesome.

            Good, thought (Y/N).

            “I trust your message was received?” said Sybok.

            Kirk stood strong and stepped out from his friends. “You can’t expect us to stand by while you take this ship into the Great Barrier.”

            Sybok’s disappointment and frustration grew as he circled the group. “What you fear is the unknown. The people of your planet once believed their world was flat…Columbus proved it was round. They said the sound barrier could never be broken…It was broken. They said warp speed could not be achieved.” He gestured to the ship as evidence of falsehood there, too. “The Great Barrier is the ultimate expression of universal fear. It is an extension of personal fear.”

            Every word he spoke was meant to draw you in, to give logic to all of his actions. He knew how to speak to people, how to get them to listen. However, (Y/N) would not stand for it.

            “And yet you have committed acts of violence in this endeavor,” said (Y/N). “You’ve twisted the minds of people.” Sulu, Uhura…Maybe even Chekov and so many others. “That is wrong of you.”

            Sybok sighed and shook his head. “I so much want your understanding. I want your respect. Are you afraid to hear me out?”

            “We do not fear you and your ideas,” said (Y/N). “We dislike what you have done. There is a difference.”

            Sybok’s frustration was a soft quake in his aura, and (Y/N) kept a keen eye on it. However, instead of lashing out, Sybok turned to his companions. “Wait outside.” The members of the Galactic Army of Light walked out of the room, and the doors slid closed. Sybok looked back at his prisoners with a kind expression. “I’m sure you have many questions. Here, amid the stars of our galaxy, we shall seek the answers together.”

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What Little Remains

Chapter 2: Cooking by the Book

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Day 15: Science Fiction

AO3 Link Chapter 1 Link (read for context)

Summary: Dr. Reeden is considered a specialist in the technology for many reasons. The investors really should've expected this when they allowed them to join T.Z.A.P

Warnings: gore, human experimentation

Words: 3,045

After compiling the research and finally reading the papers they had obtained from the laboratory, Reeden needed a new pack of smokes. Those papers had been some of the most unscientific research papers Reeden had ever encountered, which was saying a lot considering their past working experience. But these papers in particular made them determined to create physical copies of the papers just to burn them with. They weren’t even an archaeologist like the other four people left on this team, but a geneticist who specialized in researching the humanoid genome throughout the past millennia and the resulting variation in humanoids and the occasional tangentials across the galaxy. Not quite archeology, in their opinion, but a type of genetic tracking a bit closer to the ancient discipline of paleontology instead. They had just wanted to get a good look at a pre-nuclear human genome for their latest paper, the original template would be invaluable for perspective. It was the only reason they had agreed to be on the T.Z.A.P team in the first place. 

What had ended up in Reeden’s lap instead was a variation of tangential DNA sequence from before that branch of humanity even existed. Void of space, that would make the kid the first tangential, the first variation and deviation. Now they only wished they could figure out what the actual fuck was going on with the kid’s DNA sequence. There were at least two different sets, impossible in and of itself, with holes in each, where the other filled in, like some paradoxical basket weaving. But there were more holes, which neither set of DNA contained the answers to. 

With the Head Doctor’s approval, Reeden had free access to most of the samples, not the core for obvious reasons, but the other genetic and biological ones were all they needed. They think the Doctor had put the intern on the unfortunate project of inspecting the core. From the other samples, they were able to reconstruct most of the boy’s DNA sequences with the D.R.C.R.A. (that Reeden was specially trained in) at the expense of only one of the intact vials. There were red blood cells mixed in with the… ectoplasm(?) the kid possessed. Each set contained the complete recipe for an entire being with only pieces of each actually being used. One was closer to what Reeden imagined the original human genome was like and the other was similar but based on ectoplasm instead of carbon. There was no transition between the two and no way the kid should’ve been able to switch between them… unless they were secretly hiding a form in-between. 

Reeden practically leaped from their seat and pulled up that awful video, the final one of the set, and scrubbed through it, finding the exact timestamp where the kid switched forms. Then, writing it down on their hand, went back to the vials, intact and otherwise, any of the samples really. The in-between. That was where the missing DNA must be. 

Reeden found one sample, ripped it open, and tossed the entire sample into the D.R.C.R.A. It was that ectoplasmic-isotopic solution that made their life that much easier, as it seemed to prevent the degradation of DNA unlike any other preservative Reeden had ever encountered. They powered up the machine and let it record the entire transition as the sample suddenly started to degrade after being removed from the solution. It switched from ectoplasmic to carbon and Reeden almost lost focus watching the visible reaction take place through the viewing window of the D.R.C.R.A. The machine slowly but surely began piecing the DNA sequences together, along with that they had already fed it. It would take a while, but Reeden could already see the third DNA sequence filling in the final gaps. They now had the complete recipe, as mixed up and convoluted as it was. It was an interesting challenge just putting it together, it made Reeden almost excited for the next part. 

Reeden left their lab, intent to grab something with a resemblance to food and to see if the final piece was in place. They needed a break anyway. With the hiss of the door, Reeden entered the cafeteria and put in the code for their order. Just their luck, that one intern, Zavier(?) was sitting with his head on the table. The Head Doctor had taken a liking to the intern. She wouldn’t have let him work on this project otherwise. The kid wasn’t leaving her supervision any time soon. 

Reeden dropped their tray with a metallic slap to the table, and the intern snapped his head up. 

“Greetings. How goes it go with the glowy orb?” Reeden asked casually. 

Zavier slowly lowered his head back to the table, shoulders shaking and muttering quietly to the point Reeden couldn’t make sense of it. That hadn’t been the reaction they’d been expecting. They’d intended to tease the intern a bit, but he already seemed ready to cry. That wouldn’t do at all. 

“What is it? I can’t hear you.”

“It’s a brain in a jar,” Zavier whimpered, and Reeden stopped dead. “And that’s not even the worst part.” 

Reeden blinked, slowly wrapping their head around what the intern had said. It made sense based on the ectoplasmic DNA sequence and the horrible papers, but actually facing the fact was a different matter.

“And what would be the ‘worst part’?”

“They're still alive in there. Dreaming, or some other kind of deep comatose, unconscious state, but they're still there, after over 3,000 Terran years.” 

Reeden whistled under their breath, “Fattest nap of the ages, right there. Can’t imagine it’s been good for their mental state though,” they commented, “But that’s good, in its own way. Means we’ve got all the pieces to toss in the D.R.C.R.A.”

“What is that anyway? A D.R.C.R.A.?” Zavier asked. 

“DNA Reader and Cellular Reconstruction Apparatus. It’s normally a piece of medical technology used to regrow limbs and organs, but with a talented geneticist like myself, it has other uses as well,” Reeden explained. 

Sure, there were a few gray areas with the tech, especially with what the apparatus was originally designed for, and this was coming pretty damn close to its original use. Cloning was a messy and frankly pointless business overall. They weren’t particularly worried about the moral obligations of things. Was never their style. 

“No way… that… you can’t use it to bring people back to life. That’s just-”

“Nope, you can’t make a complete person. It’s a body sure, but no one’s home. Basically a living corpse. That’s why it’s a good thing that the core is intact. Can’t really recreate something that’s built up over time. But with the core being a ‘brain in a jar’, we have all of the ingredients to cook by the book.” 

“We’re really reviving them” Zavier gasped, stuck somewhere between awe and shock. 

“Yep.”

Reeden wanted a smoke. 

All five of the researchers on project “Phantom”, as it had been unofficially dubbed, were shoved into the operating room of the D.R.C.R.A. staring intently at the main chamber of the machine, the orb suspended in position. 

“You know, this might be the first time an entire being has been reconstructed in this thing, right?” Someone commented. Reeden didn’t correct them.

“Then let’s make sure this event is properly recorded so that when I report it, our success will cushion the consequences,” the Head Doctor stated. Reeden grinned, they had figured as much. 

“Wait, are we not approved to be doing this?” Zavier asked, a panicked expression on his face.

Reeden laughed, “I think this is more of a ‘forgiveness than permission’ sort of situation. Besides, they let us use the D.R.C.R.A. in the first place knowing I was here. With an opportunity like this, it would be a waste to do otherwise, approval or not.”

Reeden double-checked, making sure that everything was being recorded before beginning. 

“My name is Doctor Reeden del Orcutus, lead geneticist of the Terra Zero Archeology Project. We are currently attempting to reconstruct an individual from circa 2000 AD Terra Zero after finding a complete and viable DNA sequence. However, the individual being reconstructed is not only a tangential, but possesses three separate DNA sequences, only one of which is carbon-based, while the others are ectoplasmically-based. This is the energy source of interest to the Terra Zero project. An attempt at ‘revival’ is being made after the discovery of an additional organ, functioning as a secondary brain, shown to contain the subject’s intact consciousness. Reviving and communicating with this individual aligns with the majority of T.Z.A.P’s goals and is now considered tantamount to the project.” Reeden stated for the recording, sure to include just enough logical evidence for if they were to get investigated later. 

Their investors really shouldn’t have included this much wiggle room in the statement of T.Z.A.P's mission. Now they had a legal loophole to escape culpability. The Head Doctor kept them around for a reason, and it wasn’t just for their specialty or to steal their smokes every now and again.

“Beginning calibration for cellular reconstruction now.” 

The D.R.C.R.A. gave a low thrum and the chamber inside slowly filled with light, sterilizing it in preparation for the initial regeneration. Reeden gave a cursory glance over to the supply tanks, checking to make sure that there were enough materials to make a full person. It wasn’t good to run out mid-way after all. It took forever to clean blood out of a machine this complicated. Luckily, everything was there, even the additional elements that had to be added for the multiple DNA sequences. 

The machine pinged and Reeden gave a wide grin. 

“Sanitation and calibration complete, beginning reconstruction.”

Danny awoke slowly. His entire body felt heavy, and his head clouded. There was a disconnect between what he was experiencing and what he expected. Something in his head denied it all, like this couldn’t be real. Danny couldn’t find it in himself to really care if it was real or not, just that he had a body, and heavy or not, he could move it. The experience seemed both novel and extremely foreign for reasons he couldn’t remember or palace.

Danny began slowly, twitching a finger, stretching his toes, and slowly readjusting each limb, until he built up to opening his eyes. He immediately closed them. Pins-and-needles spread to every part of Danny’s body and Danny let out a sharp breath. This caused him to start coughing. Everything hurt. Everything was so sensitive. He felt raw and exposed. 

Danny squinted his eyes, shielding them behind a hand, struggling just to hold his hand up. The light wasn’t that bright but his eyes struggled to adjust to it either way. With his other arm, Danny forced himself to sit up with a groan before placing his arm in his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Blurry eyes caught on his right hand in his lap. Something seemed… not right with that. He couldn’t remember what. 

It took several more minutes for his eyes to finally allow him to see, and Danny glanced around the room. It was weird in a way he couldn't really place. ‘It was like if a hospital room was a furniture store display’, was the only way he could describe it. At least, Danny figured it was a hospital room, if one with a really weird feel to it. The gray color of the walls instead of the standard white or off-yellow didn’t help. It made the whole thing seem like a Twilight Zone episode with the monochrome pallet. Here Danny was, sitting in a strange hospital room, in a place he had no idea where, feeling really bugged out in his own skin, all by himself. 

Danny took an additional moment to check himself over, something like panic causing him to sputter. He was fine. Not a single scratch or scar on him. He didn’t know why he expected any in the first place, or that the fact there were none at all weirded him out so much. He wasn’t supposed to be covered in scars. This was fine. He was okay. 

There was a sound, a hydraulic kind of hiss, and Danny snapped to it, practically jumping in fright. The doorway was now open, the door sliding cleanly into the wall all on its own, a person standing behind it. 

Danny would like to say he was the strangest person he had ever encountered, but somehow, he couldn’t seem to. He didn’t think he had encountered anyone weirder than the person with gray skin with matching ashy hair in front of him, but his lack of reaction left him uncertain. He felt like he was missing a lot of things, really. 

The gray-skinned person blinked owlishly at him, leading to something of a staring contest before the stranger became flustered, digging through the pockets of a patch-covered lab coat and pulling out a handheld device before shoving it back into the coat pockets. 

“Sorry!” He apologized. “We didn’t think you would be awake this early. We expected you’d be comatose for a week at least before waking up.” 

Danny continued staring. He wasn’t shocked by the stranger's appearance and he decided that was the weirdest part. He couldn’t remember. 

“How’d I get here?” Danny blurted. 

The stranger paused, apparently not expecting the question. “Umm, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to tell you, so it might be better to save questions like… that until the Head Doctor and Dr. Reeden get here,” he explained. My name’s Zavier,” he added. 

Danny wanted to ask more. He was forgetting something, a lot of something, and it freaked him out. But ‘Zavier’ couldn’t answer his questions. 

There was a ping, and Zavier pulled out the device again, reading something on it. It almost looked like a cell phone, if cell phones were sleek bricks instead of being phone-shaped. 

“Since you’re awake, we’d like to confirm a few things while the Head Doctor is on her way to answer your questions. Is that alright?”

Danny nodded. He found it weird that he had to be the one to confirm the questions. Usually, medical professionals just ask Jazz or his parents. Did that mean he was here alone? 

“Okay. Your name is ‘Danny’, right? Also, what’s your last name?” Zavier began. 

They didn’t know his name. Danny had definitely been brought here alone from… wherever he had been before. 

“My name’s Danny Fenton,” he confirmed. 

“Birth date?”

“June 14th, 1990.”

“Tests show that you’re around 17 years old, is that right?”

Danny blinked. That… that didn’t make sense. 

“I… I’m 17?” Danny ended up asking instead.

Danny had some memories still intact, but he could for the life of him remember what he had been doing before. He was just about to start high school wasn’t he? If he was supposed to be 17, then that would’ve been years ago. Anything from that point forward was blank, while things from before that were blurry at best. 

Zavier looked up from his device, frowning and meeting Danny’s eyes. Zavier’s eyes were a blue so pale that they almost blended into the whites of his eyes. It looked like he should be blind, but he met Danny’s gaze just fine and didn't seem to have any trouble reading on his weird phone. 

“Some memory loss was to be expected but… but that’s a lot.”

Danny looked down at his own hands. They didn’t seem different, but were larger and slenderer than he remembered, despite not feeling like there was anything off with the proportions of his body. But he was three years older now. He was older than Jazz was, wasn’t he? No, Jazz would be 19, probably off at some fancy university doing whatever know-it-alls did there. (Something in his gut told him that wasn’t true, he ignored it). Danny wanted to go look in a mirror, just to see what he looked like. 

“Do you know what happened?” Danny asked. 

Zavier twitched, which was more than Danny had honestly expected. He looked nauseous at the thought, if anything. Something had happened, something really bad that was horrible enough that it made sense if Danny forgot. 

“I… can’t tell you that, either.” The answer was expected enough. 

The door hissed open a second time and two more people entered the room, both seeming older than Zavier by at least a decade, just from the way they carried themselves alone. 

The first to enter was a shorter, round woman with skin so dark it was almost black, but having warmer hues to it than the cool greys of Zavier’s. Her hair clung tightly to her head before exploding out behind her in a dense orb of gray curls. Her lab coat was even more heavily decorated than Zavier’s as well, but she wore them like military badges instead of quirky patches. Following her was a person who looked like they had been pulled through a taffy machine, slender in every way, with a gaunt face and dark hair contrasting a pale complexion, like an inverse of the other two. 

“Head Doctor, Doctor Reeden,” Zavier greeted. 

The Head Doctor, the woman, who Danny assumed was in charge of everything, gave Zavier a quick nod before approaching Danny and looking over him. Danny fought the urge to squirm. Dr. Reeden snickered in the background. Once she was apparently satisfied, from a bag Danny hadn’t noticed when she walked in, she pulled out a thick binder and held it out to him. He just let it sit in his lap, unable to hold it up. It was heavy. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Danny Fenton. Your existence here is groundbreaking and we have much to talk about, but first, welcome to the Terra Zero Archeology Project. Here’s the basics of what you need to know for a time 3,000 years after your own.” 

If the binder hadn’t already been sitting in Danny’s lap, he would’ve dropped it.

Ectoberhaunt 2024 Masterpost

[a-moment-captured]

I’m sending this to you and @heavyhitterheaux so you both see it.

I get that you and Ree are best friends but do you have to make post to each other every day on here? Some of us struggle to make friends or have them or just don’t like having friends. Then we get on here to you two having a love fest with each other or saying some inside joke that only you 2 know. It’s getting past sickening. Like please just shut the fuck up. No one cares that you two talk on here, Instagram, and probably Facebook too. No one cares about trips to see each other or that you call her Aunt Ree when it comes to your son(which is so fucking weird because you are not family). No one cares about what happens when you’re working and that only you two understand because you are nurses. It’s like watching 2 ten year olds and I hate it. Also no one cares about the places you go or things you splurge on. Of course Ree had to post that she went to an NFL game. Must be nice to not have to worry about money. Same for you because with the pictures you have posted, you can tell you have a nice house with a big yard. Must be nice to not have to worry about paying rent, all your rude fucking neighbors in your building, and just having things work. So I speak for many when I say, shut the fuck up please.

Do you need a hug? Honestly! Do you need one? Because you have to be really miserable to type something like this out about two people who are friends and just simply like to send each other stuff and annoy each other everywhere. Let’s address all the “issues” you brought up:

So what if we send each other messages on Tumblr?! Yes, we send stuff on Instagram and Facebook but so what. We also send it on TikTok and thru text and phone calls and audio messages. Why? Because we can!

This may sound mean but how other people make friends or if they have any has zero to do with my and my friendship with @heavyhitterheaux . We like to annoy each other and show love every where but that’s just who we are and we don’t have to change that for any body.

She is Aunt Ree because some friends become family and that is what she is! Family! I trust her with my son more than some of my on blood. I won’t apologize for expressing our friendship in our own way.

Why are you so concerned with what we spend money on? Did you work for it? Did you spend a night working in the ED in our place? No, you did not! Ree has worked her ass off and so I have for the things we have. I worked my fucking ass off night after night when my son was younger to be able to buy a nice house. I worked my ass off to be able to switch to PRN to spend more time with my child and take care of my mother. So please shut the fuck up. Speaking on someone else’s financial situation is the highest level of “don’t do that shit.”

I damn sure am not going to apologize for working hard to buy a nice house with a nice yard. If you want it then work for it! I didn’t always have it and I have had to live in an apartment with neighbors I didn’t like but I didn’t complain about it and blame it on others. That’s just life.

I’m putting this in big letters: please shut the fuck up and go away. No, I will not stop sending one of my best friends things on here. No I will not stop showing her love when she deserves it. Don’t like it? There is this thing called blocked button so use it! I hope you have a miserable day!

🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽

[mariacallous]

So, I'm not an expert in Chinese history, but I've read a lot of books on modern China (post-1949) and one interesting thing I notice is there's a fair number of western PhDs who rely on access to Chinese Government controlled documents to do their research and also just magically seem to also follow (generally) the CCP party line on Chinese history.

case in point, I'm working my way through David Shambaugh's "China's Leaders: From Mao to Now" I've gotten through the Mao and Deng chapters and while there were no glaring revisions, there were a lot of interesting things that leaned into the Party line of Mao being "70% good, 30% bad" for example the literally ONLY reference to Tibet was in the Mao chapter where he off handedly mentioned that while the PRC was founded in 1949 "Tibet and other provenances were not liberated till the 1950s" also following the party line that Mao before 1957 was good for China he stated without any source that Mao had Neurosyphilis which was effecting his mind during the Cultural Revolution. I've never heard this before having read Mao: The Unknown Story, Frank Dikötter's trilogy of China under Mao, and a number of other books that touched on Mao or his time.

also just now he rather boldly declared that the while people say the USSR "collapsed" "it was overthrown" and then moves on without clarifying what that means.

I've noticed as a generalize of these kinda of Sinophiles they lived or studied or visited regular China and are very strong believers in the idea of China as one continuous, largely unchanging nation/civilization for 3,000 years (Shambaugh using this figure in the opening chapter and Mao chapter) or 5,000 years (he switched to this number in the Deng chapter) while there are connections of course and cultural roots etc, one would not talk about European nations this way. Indeed Shambaugh at one point said Deng unleashed "the inherent entrepreneurial spirt, in the DNA of all Chinese" which could be a cute turn of phrase but again I've run into this idea of basically race science about the Chinese (but a good thing!) from professors like him before

I think it should be uncontroversial to say that while people have lived in China for 5,000 years and their history informs the society there now, its not different from the ways Rome informs Europe, and that the PRC does not represent a largely smooth continuation from the Empire but a clear break and building of a totally new nation for better (and mostly) worse. Also I can't stand anyone who lauds dictators, like giving Mao any "credit" for "building China" or acting like Tiananmen Square was the one regrettable stain on Deng's otherwise wonderful record.

that doesn't surprise me much, tbh - there's a similar phenomenon with "REES" or Russian and Eastern European Studies experts, who more often than not tend to be more R and less EE.