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[ikeoji-subs]

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[heffy1111]

°☆Cherry Unlimited ☆°

Own gg dr.

Debut: 20th March 2024.

Introduction: "Hello, we are Cherry Unlimited."

Concept: lovesick.

↳ Kprofile

Cherry Unlimited.

Cherry Unlimited profile and facts.

Cherry Unlimited ( ) is a ten member K-pop girl group originating in Seoul, South Korea. They are under the company Team Wang Korea. The group consists of ten members; Holli (홀리) Hayami (速水 / 하야미) Vivien (비비안) Lihua (梨花 / 리화) Shūhuì (淑惠) Mali (มะลิ) Pensri (เพ็ญศรี) Su-a (수아) Seo-yeon (서연) Ha-eun (하은).

Fandom name: pips

Official fandom colour: Deep red.

Socials:

Cherry_unlimited_ on insta and tiktok

WWW:https//Cherry_unlimited.//

No personal socials as of yet.

Member profiles:

Holli (홀리):

- born in Cymru Bach in Incheon to Welsh Expat parents.

- biggest idols in the industry are exo, mamamoo and nuest.

- started training at 17

- debuted at 21

- leader of cherry unlimited

- first trainee under the company ever.

- hates snakes (literal and metaphorical)

- helped CEO Jackson wang reorder his files. which led to the discovery of Hayami (速水 / 하야미).

Hayami (速水 / 하야미):

- born in Osaka, Japan.

- lived there until she was 15 when she moved to South Korea to try out for any talent agency possible with her background in ballet.

- gets scouted after two months by Team Wang Korea.

- trains for three years.

- debuts at 18.

- can do anything but focuses her talents on rapping.

- biggest idols are itzy and nct.

- really really hates mint ice cream.

- didn't know jackson wang was an idol in Korea before opening his talent agency. (He still is one in both China and Korea, so that's funny)

Vivien (비비안):

- born in Los Angeles to Vietnamese Parents.

- lived there until she was 18.

- came to Korea to train, and after 11 months, she debuted at 19.

- her idols included super junior (or well, they did until Holli provided a slideshow presentation on their controversies) so now she really likes Kard.

- she is a sub Vocalist and sub dancer.

- despises the sound of people obnoxiously chewing.

- big fan of GOT7. However, she was disappointed not to see her Bias Mark Tuan for the first few months.

Lihua (梨花 / 리화):

- She was born in Guangzhou, Guangdong, China.

- Lihua has cited IU and Taeyeon as her biggest idols.

- Lihua trained for several years under different companies, which included time spent training in China and Korea.

- lihua is a powerhouse Vocalist.

- didn't know jackson wang had member and thought he was a soloist.

Shūhuì (淑惠):

- Shūhuì is known as the main rapper and sub-vocalist of Cherry Unlimited.

- She was born in Taichung, Taiwan.

- Shūhuì has mentioned CL of 2NE1 and Lisa from BLACKPINK as her biggest idols.

- Shūhuì is multilingual, speaking Mandarin, Korean, and English fluently.

- she debuted at 21.

- she really appreciates that Team Wang Korea as a label does not debut people who are too young.

Mali (มะลิ):

- She was born in Bangkok, Thailand.

- Mali has expressed admiration for Lisa from BLACKPINK and Sunmi

- Before debuting in cherry unlimited, Mali was a well-known dance cover artist in Thailand. Her dance covers of popular K-pop songs gained her a significant following, which eventually led to her being scouted and trained in Korea.

- she likes Korean food but maintains that spicy Thai food is better.

Pensri (เพ็ญศรี):

- She was born in Chiang Mai, Thailand.

- Pensri holds the position of lead dancer and sub-vocalist in KISS OF LIFE. She plays a crucial role in enhancing the group's choreography

- Pensri has a passion for traditional Thai dance and often incorporates elements of it into her choreography.

- she likes sticky mango rice

- idol used to be hyuna now she's her number one anti.

Su-a (수아):

- She was born in Seoul, South Korea.

- Su-a looks up to Taeyeon from Girls' Generation and IU

- Su-a has a keen interest in fashion design. She often experiments with styling and fashion in her personal life, and she enjoys incorporating her fashion sense into her stage outfits and public appearances.

- Su-a enjoys Korean comfort foods like bibimbap (mixed rice) and kimchi stew. She also has a fondness for sweet pastries

- debuts at age 20 after two years training.

Seo-yeon (서연):

- She was born in Busan, South Korea.

- Seo-yeon is a skilled calligrapher. She developed an interest in calligraphy during her school years and often uses it as a relaxing hobby

- her got7 bias is yugyeom

- Seo-yeon enjoys Korean barbecue and spicy noodles. She also loves tteokbokki

- Seo-yeon is the main rapper and lead dancer of cherry Unlimited.

- debuts after six months at age 22.

Ha-eun (하은):

- She was born in Gwangju, South Korea.

- Ha-eun admires Ailee and Hwasa.

- Ha-eun has a passion for photography. She often takes her own photos during tours and events

- Ha-eun enjoys Korean comfort foods such as kimchi jjigae (kimchi stew) and sundubu jjigae (soft tofu stew)

- she is an all rounder and can do everything like Holli.

- she debuts at age 23, making her the oldest.

[tomorrowusa]

In addition to being the dictator party and the abortion police party, the GOP is becoming the "kill the gays" party.

In a little-noticed Oct. 8 speech in Uganda, Rep. Tim Walberg (R-MI) urged that nation to stand behind its new Anti-Homosexuality Act, which includes the death penalty. Walberg’s remarks came at Uganda’s National Prayer Breakfast. His trip to attend the event was paid for by the secretive U.S. group behind the National Prayer Breakfast, congressional filings show. As the keynote speaker of the Entebbe event, Walberg advised Uganda to “stand firm” on the new law. Walberg can be seen in video of the event listening to, endorsing, and associating himself with the remarks of other speakers. Speakers called LGBTQ+ advocates “a force from the bottom of Hell” and urged government officials to adopt “Christocracy” over democracy. Walberg explicitly encouraged Uganda’s leaders to resist opposition to the law from the U.S., the UN, and other global institutions. His audience included President Yoweri Museveni, who signed the Anti-Homosexuality Act into law in May. Museveni afterwards said Walberg’s presence showed his people that there were Americans who “think like us.” Walberg justified his Uganda trip as related to his official duties in part because of his role as co-chair of the Feb. 2 U.S. National Prayer Breakfast.

Yep, Rep. Walberg went on a junket (taxpayer financed?) to the most homophobic country in Sub-Saharan Africa just to "pray" at breakfast — presumably for the death of gays. And he got to do so alongside the country's longtime authoritarian president.

Yoweri Museveni has been mis-leading his country since 26 January 1986 – the same day the Chicago Bears won Super Bowl XX. He's one of those corrupt de facto presidents for life who plague a number of countries in Africa. It's natural that Republicans would gravitate towards such a figure.

[L]ast year’s Ugandan National Prayer Breakfast also served as a rally to resist international pressure for LGBTQ+ rights. The latest version of the Anti-Homosexuality bill, commonly known as the “Kill the Gays Bill,” was introduced shortly afterwards. The law provides penalties of lengthy prison sentences and even execution for “aggravated homosexuality,” including “serial offenses.” Even advocating for LGBTQ+ rights can mean years behind bars under the new law. Just attempting to engage in same-sex conduct can draw a sentence of ten years. According to Human Rights Watch, Ugandan rights groups have seen a spike in anti-LGBTQ discrimination and persecution since the bill’s introduction. Advocates in Uganda report government crackdowns on rights organizations and, since the law was enacted in May, hundreds of individual acts of violence, discrimination, and even evictions. As recently as Dec. 11, the Biden administration reiterated its demand that Uganda repeal the law and stop its official persecution. The White House cited U.S. visa restrictions and sanctions of Ugandan officials. The U.S. has suggested further economic consequences may follow.

Walberg seemed to imply that he's not on the side of the United States of America. Well, that's not unusual of House Republicans.

Referring to himself and the Ugandans there as “we,” Walberg asked, “Whose side do we wanna be on? God’s side. Not the World Bank, not the United States of America, necessarily, not the UN. God’s side.”

Somebody should ask Rep. Walberg if he's going to introduce a "Kill the Gays Bill" in the US House. Knowing how self-hating the Log Cabin Republicans are, they'd probably lobby in favor of such a bill.

A fascist mindset permeates the Republican Party. If you support the continuation of democracy in this country, Vote Blue No Matter Who. People who claim that both parties are the same are either stupid or too lazy to pay attention.

[ssccglposts]

Understanding SSC CGL Posts: Roles, Departments, and Career Prospects

Introduction:

The Staff Selection Commission Combined Graduate Level (SSC CGL) examination is one of the most sought-after competitive exams in India. Each year, lakhs of aspirants aim to secure prestigious government jobs through ssc cgl posts, which offers a gateway into various departments, ministries, and organizations under the central government. But what exactly are the posts offered under SSC CGL? What are their responsibilities and career scopes? This article provides an in-depth look at the various posts under SSC CGL, helping you understand the nature of each job and choose the one that aligns with your career aspirations.

Sub Title: Exploring Key SSC CGL Posts and Their Responsibilities

The SSC CGL exam opens doors to a wide array of posts, categorized under Group B and Group C, offering diverse roles and responsibilities across multiple departments. Here are some of the most popular and preferred posts:

1. Assistant Section Officer (ASO)

Departments: Central Secretariat, Ministry of External Affairs, AFHQ, etc.

Job Role: Clerical work, file processing, drafting reports, and coordinating departmental activities.

Perks: Posting in central government offices, fixed working hours, and foreign postings (MEA).

2. Income Tax Inspector

Department: Income Tax Department, CBDT

Job Role: Assessment of income tax, field verification, and assisting in raids and inquiries.

Career Path: High chances of promotion to Income Tax Officer and further.

3. Assistant Enforcement Officer (AEO)

Department: Directorate of Enforcement, Department of Revenue

Job Role: Enforcement of economic laws, conducting investigations, and legal documentation.

Nature: Semi-field job with opportunities for impactful work in economic regulation.

4. Inspector (Central Excise & Customs)

Department: CBIC

Job Role: Excise duty collection, anti-smuggling operations, and inspection of goods at ports.

Growth: Opportunities to become Superintendent and Assistant Commissioner.

5. Auditor/Accountant

Department: CAG, CGDA, and other ministries

Job Role: Auditing government accounts, ensuring compliance with rules and regulations.

Suitability: Ideal for those looking for a stable 9-to-5 job with low work pressure.

6. Junior Statistical Officer (JSO)

Department: Ministry of Statistics and Programme Implementation

Job Role: Data collection, analysis, and preparing statistical reports.

Requirement: Bachelor's Degree with Statistics/Math as a subject.

7. Assistant in Ministry of External Affairs (MEA)

Department: Ministry of External Affairs

Job Role: Administrative responsibilities, file processing, and international diplomacy support.

Special Perk: Foreign postings and diplomatic exposure.

Conclusion:

SSC CGL offers a diverse range of career opportunities that go beyond just a stable job. From administrative roles to enforcement duties and auditing positions, every post brings its own set of challenges, benefits, and growth prospects. Choosing the right post depends on your interest, skill set, and long-term goals. Whether you're looking for dynamic fieldwork or a secure desk job, SSC CGL has something to offer everyone. With dedicated preparation and clear objectives, cracking the SSC CGL exam can pave the way for a fulfilling career in the government sector.

[effugium-ofc]

Effugium (Stylized as Effu9ium) is a fictional South Korean boygroup formed under SL entertainment. This 9 membered group made their debut on 8th of June 2018, with all of the members releasing a song every 15 days in each month with more members joining every time, starting from January of 2018.

The word Effugium came from the Latin which means escape. The reason that SL entertainment chose this is because that the group wanted to escape the kpop stereotype.

Company || SL Entertainment

Members || O.P, Hwang, Junho, Seyong, Kirin, Wylde, Harry, Y.K, Kangsoo, Dongju

Genre || Kpop, Dance pop, Contemporary R&B, Hip hop, Electronica

Concept || Lost boys, Young rebels, Youth

Debut date || 8th June 2018

Debut song || No-Zone

Fanclub || Way out

Instagram : Effu9iumofc

Twitter :

SL_firstboyz (Inactive due to being hacked)

SL_Effugium

Fancafe : Effugium

Youtube : Effugium_

[nctallure]

tw // mentions of cheating

RILEY, also known as kang jiah was born on the 28th of april 1997 in brisbane, queensland, australia to korean parents. riley has an unidentical twin sister and a younger sister born in 2000. both her parents were famous models during the 90s and early 2000s. the couple got married in 1999 but her father cheated on her mother in 2005, conceiving the other woman. her mum filed for a divorce right after she found out about it, the whole process was very public. despite all the "drama" surrounding her father, she's still close to her younger step brother.

riley has always loved music. she started playing instruments, guitar and piano, from a very young. she auditioned for sm entertainment in september 2010 after her mother forced her to do so and later on debuted as the leader of nct allure in 2016. riley has written many songs for the group. a workaholic. this girl is always in studio writing something or the other.

riley was the first allure member to be announced. she has been loved by the public very much from sm rookies and her debut with nct u. however, the public's opinion on the girl has been divided ever since her introduction because of being a female member in a male leaning coed group. riley has been the most popular member since debut.

━━ ✿ PERSONAL INFORMATION ⭒

birth name. riley kang

korean name. kang jiah

date of birth. 28 april 1997

place of birth. brisbane, queensland, australia

zodiac. taurus

languages spoken. english, korean, sign language

ethnicity. korean

nationality. australian

relationship status. complicated

love affair. jung jaehyun

family members. mom, twin sister, younger sister, dad, step-mom and step-brother

━━ ✿ GROUP INFORMATION ⭒

stage name. riley

debut date. 9th april 2016

positions. leader, main rapper, main dancer, sub vocalist, center, fotg

debut song. the 7th sense

representative emoji. 🐿️

━━ ✿ PHYSICAL INFORMATION ⭒

face claim. park ❛ rosé ❜ roseanne

height. 172cm ( 5'7 )

blood type. a positive

━━ ✿ TRIVIAL INFORMATION ⭒

education. home schooled

favorite musician. keshi

favorite songs. limbo ( keshi ) heaven and back ( chase atlantic ) just go ( iKON ) middle with you ( B.I ) august, cardigan ( taylor swift )

ideal type. ❛ someone who has the same kind off vibe as me .. you know? someone just charming, doesn't mind dating someone who's a workaholic i'm working on that btw oh and likes kids! ❜

job if she wasn't an idol. ❛ um.. i don't really know? maybe a model like my parents or maybe some kind off singer ❜

[farfromstrange]

Foreigner's God | m.m

Previous Chapter ° Series Masterlist

Chapter Forty-Six: Human

Summary: The court of public opinion is a cruel thing. The press would rather paint her as the villain than the villain itself, but there is no going back now that the Hydra files are out there. She thinks the plea and preliminary hearing are going to be the hardest challenge, but someone comes the way that proves to her that the worst is far from over and Viktor Volkov is the least of her worries.

Warnings: ANGST, SMUT (oral f!receiving, fingering), Multiverse, Doctor Strange Spoilers, bad lawyer talk

A/n: I'm so sorry for the long hiatus, my life is a huge mess right now. This has been sitting in my drafts for two weeks, but I didn't get around to posting it until now. I'm trying my best to finish all my requests, but I'm lacking time and inspiration, so it's gonna take a couple more days until those are finished! As I said, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while because it's been done for a while. I was actually excited about this chapter because I've had the idea of this introduction for quite a bit, and the character that appears here will play a crucial part in how I portray Season 2. I mean, we're already in it, might as well roll with it. Timeline and canon be fucked, I'm gonna do this my way.

Breaking news: 

The FBI just announced in an official press conference that they arrested a man named Viktor Volkov who is suspected of leading a sub-group of the terrorist organization Hydra. They first made headlines again in 2014 when it was revealed that Hydra infiltrated SHIELD and burned the organization from the inside out. It was reported that Hydra fell with the destruction of SHIELD. All parties responsible were arrested. He is facing serious murder, espionage, and illegal human experiment charges, among other things. 

“Are you sure about this?”

The night was cold and dark, the lights of the city hidden behind the brick wall as they stood over the empty barrel on the roof of Matt Murdock’s apartment. 

She grabbed the cardboard box off the ground and flipped it over the barrel, emptying the contents into the abyss. It thudded against the metal. Following the cardboard was a pile of leather clothing. The face mask stayed behind, but the suit and the matching gloves landed with the rest of her belongings on the floor of the barrel. 

“Yeah,” she said, taking the bottle of gasoline from his hand, “I’m sure.”

Eliza poured the fluid over everything she had once owned in another life and dropped the lit match into the barrel. Her belongings caught fire, lighting up the night with bright orange flames and a ghastly smell of burned leather and paper. 

Matt wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she stared into the flames and he felt the heat on his cold face. “I’m proud of you,” he said. 

She ignored his words, leaning into his shoulder in an attempt to escape. Her body filled with dread; it caused her pain. Setting her life on fire had been easy, but she knew that the new life she had was in danger of burning alive, too. 

“Things are only going to get worse from here on,” she voiced her horrible thoughts, and it still wasn’t enough. 

He squeezed her hip. “I know, but we’re going to stand through it together.”

“You and me against the world?” 

“You and me against the world,” he said, pairing his words with a gentle kiss to her temple. 

The explosion at the apartment complex of the infamous Avenger Eliza Bennett who long went by the alias The Red Angel was Hydra’s doing, as we have just been told, and all of the crimes she was accused of a couple of weeks ago were actually executed by the men answering to the suspect Viktor Volkov. 

In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet. She watched the news and everything around her went dead silent. The storm was heading straight for her, but there was no sound, only the faint beating of her heart reminding her that she was still alive. 

The phone on Karen’s desk was put on speaker and the voice that sounded from the other end was welcome, but it didn’t break the silence. It didn’t break the silence in her head, the emptiness in her chest, or the looming fear that came in the form of a hurricane.

“I’m trying my best to control the damage the publication of that file caused,” Tony spoke from the other end of the line. “I usually cause the damage myself and then find a way to pay myself out of it, but fuck, Nick Fury, that asshole, made it ten times harder for me.”

“I made that choice,” Eliza said, and she was surprised at how stable her own voice sounded. 

“I know, kid, and I understand why you did it, but I can’t fix this with money.”

“I know you can’t. I never asked you to.”

“Let me do this for you. I’m going to try my hardest to somehow get the press to shut up. Public court of opinion can fuck with this whole case. Am I right, lawyer brigade? The front line not looking so peachy there, huh?”

We just got word that a huge pile of legal files has been published, laying the crimes of Hydra open and accessible to the public. The base also known as the White Room has been destroyed and the leader Viktor Volkov has been officially charged by the District Attorney. 

Matt stood with his hands on his hips, Foggy leaning against the door to his office with the file, and Karen, sympathetic as she was, stood next to the phone with her eyes on Eliza. She was the only one who looked at her. She felt her gaze burning through her skin and she wanted the pity to stop. The world already knew what happened, who she was, and what Viktor had done; Karen wasn’t supposed to treat her differently just because she was a victim, but humans can’t help but show pity when another person has suffered. It is a natural response and she had a whole collection of those.

Adding to Tony’s voice, Happy appeared and it made her nauseous. “It’s bad enough she has to testify,” he prompted. 

“The press is doing everything to get details on this case, and most of them are more than willing to destroy Eliza in the process,” said Karen, “because they want to be right about mutants. They want to be right in labeling you as a monster.”

“We won’t let that happen,” Matt said, his voice determined and his hand reached out as he gestured, “Stark will continue doing damage control while we focus on the legal aspects, but no one is giving up.”

Tony hummed, “I like him.”

“The feeling is not mutual.” He pressed the hang-up button. 

Foggy glared at him. “Dude!”

“He was pissing me off,” he said. 

“He didn’t do anything,” he retorted. 

“He was breathing, that’s enough.”

The stakes were high, they were all on edge, but they still somehow managed to work together, even with their differences in mind. However, Eliza was nowhere near mentally present for any of it. She went along, but she only felt numb no matter what she did, and Matt’s gentle loving didn’t manage to pull her out of the dark hole she had fallen into, not this time.

Just in: Hydra files reveal not only the crimes of the newly apprehended Russian spy Viktor Volkov, but they also reveal the many crimes the Avenger Eliza Bennett committed in the name of the said terrorist organization. They go beyond what the former Hydra operative was pardoned for seven years ago. Though reports from the DA’s office state that she has been granted immunity in exchange for her testimony to put Viktor Volkov behind bars. So far, only the FBI and NYPD have gotten involved, but the Department of Damage Control will soon follow. 

She needed to forget. The reports only got worse the closer the court date came. The plea hearing didn’t include her, but she would be there, she wanted to be there. Her testimony would only first come important at the preliminary hearing if Viktor truly plead not guilty, and then it was on the prosecution to prove that a trial was absolutely necessary. And after that, the decision, if he went to prison, was on the jury and the jury alone. 

Her mind was so full all the time, full of information, full of tasks, full of demands, and she started to lose the air in her lungs. The weight was pushing her underwater and slowly suffocating her from the inside out. Her legs were flapping and she tried to swim to the surface, but the weight kept on dragging her down. 

They were laying next to each other in bed. His lips ghosted gentle kisses over her neck and collarbone, a way to distract her from the noise only he could hear, but she could feel it. She could feel everything deep in her bones and it was too much to handle.

His nose brushed over the sensitive spot behind her ear. “You’re not okay, are you?” he asked. 

There was no use denying it. She shook her head, tilting her head to find his lips. Her hand tangled in his hair, and she did something she had never done before. She was afraid of asking what she wanted, but this was a necessity. She needed to forget. 

She pushed his head, hoping he would get the hint. His lips slipped from hers and toward her breasts. Nope, he didn’t get that. And he knew better than to tease her. Sometimes, he needed a second to understand, especially so late at night.

She pushed a little harder. “Can you just-” she swallowed. 

“Eat you out?”

She nodded again. “Like after our date, please.”

It had rendered her mindless then, it would surely work now. 

She guided his head down until he reached the hem of her panties. She was wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He didn’t waste time peeling her underwear off. Instead, he shoved it aside and flattened his tongue over her folds. 

“Guide me,” he said, “show me how you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

On command, she started rocking her hips against his face. He greedily lapped at her folds, pushing his tongue into her hole and relishing in the way she tasted. With every thrust of her hips, his nose bumped against her clit, and he could smell her now, too. She sent his senses into overdrive and his eyes rolled back as he moaned; she was using him and it was delicious in more ways than one. 

Her back arched, letting out the tiniest of whimpers as her hands fisted the sheets. She forced his mouth closer, a little higher until his lips hovered over her clit and he took it as a sign to suck the bundle of nerves into his mouth. 

Through a strangled moan, she reached for his arm that lazily rested over her lower stomach, stroking his hand over the skin at the same time he licked and sucked at her slick core. 

He hummed in confusion when she practically shoved his hand away. “Fingers,” she stated. 

“As you wish,” he purred against her cunt. He covered his middle and index finger in her arousal and shoved them in slowly. She took him almost greedily, grinding on his mouth and forcing him deeper. He only had to curl up ever so slightly to hit the spongy spot inside of her that felt just right. 

“Shit,” it was the first curse that came out of her mouth that night and he felt the rough tone of her voice creeping up his spine and into his reddened ears. 

The hand that had fisted the sheets moved to the pillow above her head, her back arching dangerously high as the pleasure inside of her abdomen did the same, climbing higher and higher and higher until she stumbled toward the edge of the cliff of absolute euphoria. 

Not a single thought was left in her mind, only Matt and his mouth and the orgasm that chased after her. She chose not to run, she chose to submit. She chose to let herself stumble, tumble and then fall. 

She came crying out for him, holding onto his hair and the pillow for dear life as the pleasure wrecked her entire body. The white-hot pleasure tore right through her, turning red and her vision black. Her eyes rolled back, thighs shaking next to his head and keeping him locked against her, and he licked up all the cum she gave him. He was starving and she was what he needed to eat. 

Her entire body quivered. If it was her state of mind or his mouth that made the orgasm so much more intense, she wasn’t sure, but the relief and the now missing weight on her shoulders allowed her to break the surface and breathe fresh air. 

Matt gently pried her thighs from his head. Her knuckles cracked. She was still holding onto the pillow, her eyes screwed shut. He chuckled, making his way up the length of her. 

“You okay?” he asked. 

She whimpered. 

“Not quite there yet, huh?”

She managed to shake her head a little. The aftershocks were nothing like what she usually experienced and only after a few minutes did she manage to loosen her grip on the silk. Her legs shut and she curled into a ball on her side. 

His hand gently guided her head to his chest and she latched onto him like a koala. “You’ve never been this spaced out before. You okay?”

“I’ve never-” she shivered. “So intense.”

“It’s okay, you were wound up. Orgasms can feel like explosions when you’ve been stressed for a while.”

“Did I soak the sheets again?”

“Small price to pay,” he said. 

She took his hand and intertwined their fingers over his heart. “Stay with me?” she said. 

He kissed the top of her head, “Where else would I stay?”

Eliza Bennett has blood on her hands! As we found out earlier, it isn’t even her real name. She is Russian and always will be. She killed in the name of a terrorist organization, stole government secrets, and killed innocent people. Her mutant powers may stem from human experimentation, but that only makes her so much more dangerous. We saw what she could do in the video clip released four weeks ago, and we saw it during the Battle of New York. Her violation of the Sokovia Accords was stricken from the record. Are the District Attorney’s office and the government trying to cover up their involvement, or is she really just that good at manipulating law officials into giving her a second pardon?

Foggy watched the man on the screen with narrowed eyes. “The Daily Bugle really has no shame or respect, huh?” he said. 

“He has nothing left over for heroes,” said Karen. “He is a horrible, judgmental man. And his mustache is a fashion disgrace.”

“Hey, do you think I should call them? Just to check in on her.”

She took one of the files from her desk and handed it over to her. “You better prepare to prepare her for the preliminary hearing. They need their privacy.”

“What do you me- oh!”

“Sex is an amazing stress relief.”

“Thank you,” he blinked wildly, turning toward his office, “That is not a picture I needed in my head today.”

Karen’s tired yet amused laugh rang out and filled the otherwise empty office space with some lightness instead of the harsh, painful reality that lay ahead of them. 

District Attorney Reyes went on the air again that day, answering a crowd of reporters about what her office revealed. “We strive for justice for the families of the children that were tortured at the command of Viktor Volkov and his organization. We are going to fight for the families of the murder victims that also died at his hand. And we are going to fight for those names to finally be heard, and to bring Hydra’s terrible acts to light,” she said, and it was sorted as her official statement to the accusations against Viktor Volkov. “We need to protect the nation and the people and in the process avenge the lives that were lost. We’re not doing this for publicity, we’re doing this for justice. A man as dangerous as Viktor Volkov needs to be put into special containment, and we are working closely with the DODC to form a viable case.”

Rumor has it that Eliza Bennett is considered a key witness since she is one of Viktor Volkov’s many victims. So far, no more information has been released, but it is said that she might just be the key to getting him behind bars. 

“At least they called me a victim this time,” Eliza murmured as she read over the article in the Bulletin.

Matt appeared behind her with a cup of coffee, replacing the paper with the mug. “Stop reading the news,” he berated her. 

She poked her tongue out. “I need to know what’s going on. Reyes won’t tell me anything.”

“That’s because we need to protect you from the court of public opinion.”

“There is no protecting me from that,” she said, “and you know that.”

He sighed. He left it uncommented because he couldn’t say anything that wouldn’t have been a lie. She already stated the truth. He couldn’t protect her, not from this.

Instead, he said, “I love you.”

She smiled back at him, tired but it was a smile. “I love you more,” she said.

“Impossible.” 

Volkov’s attorneys stated in an official report that the accusations are outrageous and they are going to fight to keep their client out of jail. It is said that the evidence of the defense will cancel out all the prosecution has. They are certain that the case is not viable and they have information that a judge is going to be more than interested in. Information surrounding his arrest and the contents of the file. What it is, they refuse to say, but we are going to see soon. 

The date for the plea hearing in the case of the Hydra operative Viktor Volkov has been set and it is as soon as tomorrow. The DA rushed the date due to the case’s urgency, and she told Fox News that she is going to do anything in her power to make sure he stays behind bars. A deal has not been made, and Volkov’s attorneys refused, so it is up to the court now to decide whether or not this case will go to trial.

The big day was closer than ever. They already knew he was going to plead not guilty, but there was still hope for a change of mind on Viktor’s end or at least the possibility that he might change the plea after they turned down the DA’s deal offer. Now that they refused, Reyes was ready to destroy the defense completely, but for that she needed Eliza. Without her, the case was a bust. The media didn’t need a full report of the events to figure that out. Her immunity depended on it. 

“I’m curious - Eliza Bennett is an Avenger, she broke the Sokovia Accords, she is a mutant and she still got pardoned? The information she has must be fatal if the DA was so willing to grant her immunity.”

“A person like that poses a danger to society. We should get her off the streets.”

“Eliza Bennett is and will always be a hero. She doesn’t deserve all of this backlash and she should be praised for what she is willing to do to put this criminal behind bars. Her story should be told and people should view her as a human being who suffered a large trauma instead of a dangerous mutant that is out of control. It is simply not true.”

“An Avenger as a key witness. Can we even trust them anymore? Stark has not spoken up and neither has his company. I doubt he is going to play a part in this. He’s always had a way of getting himself out of trouble and letting others do the work for him.”

“Whether or not Eliza Bennett is a danger to society, the DA is positive she will blow this case wide open, and Volkov’s attorneys are scrambling to find a reason to get her testimony thrown out. This is going to be one of the most public court proceedings since OJ Simpson, and we are going to be there to report life on the direction this case is going. Back to you, Janet!”

Eliza slammed the laptop shut. One more day until the plea hearing. One fucking day and she couldn’t even escape the talk about her when she tried to watch something else for a change. Her search always led her to the news, or in this case, a whole collection of News channels that were set out to ruin her. 

She was used to being criticized by the public, but the backlash she received was a death sentence to any mutant out there if they lost the case. 

She decided to go through the mail to kill time. Matt would be home sometime later, having told her to take the day off, but she was dying of boredom. Her thoughts weren’t any better. 

The mail consisted of a pile of bills and advertisements, including the daily paper, and when she saw her name on the front page she groaned in frustration. She shoved it away. She was done reading about herself as an evil spawn. Think what you need to think, she decided. She wasn’t put on this earth to please anyone but herself. And by speaking her truth she had done a good thing, the right thing. 

From the pile she was holding, a small contact card soared out and landed on the floor. She bent down, picked it up, and took a look at it. 

221 Bleeker Street.

As far as she could remember, the address on the card was in Brooklyn, where Bleeker and Sullivan crossed. It was a long way from Hell’s Kitchen - that was an overstatement. It wasn’t that far. 

There was no name on the card, only the address. Suspicious didn’t even cut it close. Eliza should have thrown it away. It could have been the address of a serial killer, for all she knew, but there was a reason it landed in her mail. She felt compelled to check it out, even if it was just to check if a serial killer was after she or the press decided to play a cruel joke on her. She was curious and curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. 

Matt would once again kill her, but it didn’t matter if a serial killer did it or her boyfriend for being a reckless idiot. She was done pleasing other people for the sake of being liked. She owed them nothing. 

Viktor didn’t get to destroy the person she was, and if the media couldn’t see that, at least she could hold onto it. 

The hood of her jacket hung low into her face. Curious eyes stared after her, but they weren’t sure if it was truly her. The whispers haunted her and fingers pointed at her. She was an animal in a zoo and everyone was watching her. They didn’t see her as a person, she was more of a spectacle than a human, and they made sure to treat her that way. 

Bleeker Street was quiet, thank God, and there were hardly any people who cared about someone with a hoodie walking the street. She crossed, approaching the gigantic doors to what appeared like a fancy brownstone, but she couldn’t quite believe it. The window at the top of the building seemed a little far-fetched, too. Old architecture made it look like someone utterly special was living there. So perhaps this was a trap constructed by the media, after all. 

Eliza wouldn’t have been Eliza though if she didn’t go ahead anyway. She lost all of her fucks a couple of days ago. She might as well have some reckless fun if her life was about to be over and her reputation completely destroyed. 

As Taylor Swift once said, ‘They’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one’, so she might as well fuck around and have some fun. Her reputation was ruined, anyway.

She knocked on the door, but instead of waiting for someone to answer, they opened at her touch. “Creepy,” she muttered to herself. 

The corridor was gigantic. She expected a lot, but this wasn’t it. A huge staircase led to the second floor, parting in the middle to allow you to walk on either side. The walls were high and decorated sparsely. The walls themselves looked ancient, made out of wood and stone and the paintings were something to get used to. There was a fireplace, for whatever reason, set into the wall. Why would an entrance hall need a fireplace? The entire building reminded her of an old mansion or an old art museum. The statue next to the stair looked like a pot - whoever lived there was certainly not an interior designer. 

She felt the presence of someone behind her and the knife she had already slipped from her sleeve turned out to have been a good choice. Eliza took a deep breath, then turned around and went after whoever snuck up on her with her backhand. The knife cut through thin air. It took her too long to notice what was happening. Fabric reached for her and she flipped her weapon over the invisible arm, trying to injure whoever was hiding behind whatever was attacking her, but she hit the air again. Instead, the red fabric wrapped around her wrist and the other end hit her in the nose. She stumbled with a surprised yelp and hit the ground, her knife sliding to the other end of the room. 

Holding her nose, she dared to look up. Did she just—

“Well, now that was just sad to watch,” a male voice sounded from the top of the staircase. Her attacker disappeared and she stared after it, face wiped clean of the anger she had displayed, she was simply confused now. 

Her head turned to the stranger descending, the red fabric wrapping around his shoulders as it had never in the first place. His get-up reminded her of a children’s costume, but a cool one. 

“Did your cape just attack me?” Eliza asked. 

“He’s a cloak, not a cape, and yes, he did attack you.”

“He?”

“Are you going to lecture me for gendering my cloak? ‘Cause I heard that’s what your generation does.”

“This raises so many questions.” She rose back to her feet with a grunt. “Do I need to get my knife back or are you not planning to kill me?”

The knife in question disappeared suddenly, floating toward the man. He shoved it into his back pocket. “No need for sharp weapons,” he said. 

“Says the one with the floating cloak that just happens to have serious anger issues.”

She never thought a piece of fabric could look offended until the one on the man’s shoulders lowered its edges. 

“No offense,” she added. “No, actually, full offense.”

“I suppose you got my card?”

“Yes, that is why I’m here. Why else would I come?”

“I don’t know, we’ve been having a little trouble with posting lately. Mail that doesn’t reach the person it should go to and vice versa. I’m still waiting for my Amazon package,” he said. 

She frowned even deeper. “What?”

“Oh, right, I totally forgot. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Doctor Stephen Strange and I asked you here because you have something very valuable in your blood that you don’t seem to understand.”

It sounded as if a beat dropped in the distance. Silence settled in between them, her eyes roaming his face and costume. “Yeah,” she said, “I’m not following.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” He made a distinctive move with his fingers and the necklace he wore around his neck, the one that looked like an eye, opened up. She stared at it. As soon as the metal parted with a rattle, the sharp pain in her frontal cortex reappeared. Her fingers tingled, her eyes glowed, and her veins seemed to burst with power. But most of all did she see the green shards she had dreamed about floating around her head and disappearing into the galaxy. 

Her arms shot out, “Woah!”

The green stone was glowing at the same time her hands did. It was subconscious and yet felt so neutral, as if she had been in control all along. The whispers in her ear grew louder, once again speaking a language she didn’t understand. Her forehead screamed and burned and it pulled her toward it, but she refused. 

“Where did you get that?” she asked. In her mind, she told herself to calm down and make the glow go away, and it somehow did because when she glanced at her reflection in the stone, the point on her forehead was gone. 

Stephen descended the last two steps. “It was given to me by someone who understood the power and importance of the infinity stones, and it is my job to protect it,” he said. 

“Okay, I know your outfit makes you seem like some magical wizard who does balloon animals for children’s birthdays, but can you try to be a little less ominous and just flat-out tell me what the fuck is going on?”

She had a problem with authority. 

“Ah, you’re everything I thought you’d be.”

“What’s that?”

“Annoying and reckless.”

“So I’ve been told,” she said. “How exactly do you know about me and where I live? Are you planning to kill me? If so, can I have my knife back to even the stakes?”

He chuckled. “I’m not trying to kill you. If I wanted that, I would have shown up at your apartment instead of sending you my card. No,” he said and stepped forward, to which she took a step back, “I asked you here to talk about what’s in your blood, Eliza.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Everyone does. With your face all over the media, it’s really no surprise.”

She pouted, “Touché.”

“Let me introduce myself again so that even your childish brain can understand, I am Doctor Stephen Strange and I am a master of the mystic arts, which, in your simple words, means magic of a higher order. I am the protector of this Sanctum and your reality.”

“Right, right,” she didn’t buy it, “So you’re not just a wizard without a hat, is that what you’re trying to tell me? You’re actually just very schizophrenic and think you’re some sort of superman?”

“I think you understand, you just don’t want to see it,” he said, and at this point, he was getting rougher with his words. “You know better than anyone the concept of reality and how fragile it is, so you must take my words to heart.”

“Do I?” she retorted.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I always have a choice, and this is not it.”

“Eliza, we need to talk!”

“Talk to your cape,” she said and turned around to head back through the door she came through, but the cape she mentioned wrapped around the handle before she could leave. “I said talk to it not make it stop me from leaving!”

“I can’t let you leave, not before you hear me out.”

She narrowed her eyes at the cape—cloak. “You are a loyal piece of outerwear, aren’t you?” She couldn’t believe she was talking to it. 

Perhaps she had completely lost her mind, after all.

Turning around again, Eliza looked Stephen up and down again. Her nostrils flared and she huffed. “What do you want to talk about?”

Stephen nodded in satisfaction. “As I said, I’m in charge of protecting our reality. Part of that is unlimited knowledge. I know you, Eliza. Or should I say, Alina?” he said. “I heard about Hydra, I followed what you did, I knew you almost died. I’m impressed, but I’m also concerned. You need to understand who you are. That’s why I asked you here. You want answers, I’m here to provide them.”

When was he before she talked to Viktor? She could have spared herself quite a lot of pain. Then again, she confronted him and it felt good. She asserted her dominance. She needed that. 

If this stranger could give her answers, whoever he was and however important he might be, who was she to turn it down? The cloak wasn’t human, and what the man himself could do wasn’t either. The stone in his necklace called for her. He knew more about the infinity stones than she did. She had to listen to him, he was right, because she was slowly losing herself and if her head continued splitting, she would soon drop dead. 

She hesitated, and he noticed.

“You pose a potential threat to the universe. Your powers are raging freely and you have no means of controlling the true extent of them,” he stated. “If you know what’s good for you, you stop arguing and allow me to explain it to you. You don’t have a choice, kid.”

“I’m a risk?” Eliza sneered. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“You long for answers, I know it. Someone like you isn’t easily satisfied with half of the truth. You have two options: Follow me and let me talk to you, or I will have to restrain you. I really don’t want to have to do this the hard way. You’re not the only one who’s tired.”

“You’re an asshole. I appreciate it.”

“Thank you. I try my best.”

“Clearly. Well, I really don’t have the power to argue, so ten minutes,” she said, “That’s all you got. As long as you tell your loyal piece of outerwear to let go of my hand before I burn it to ashes–“ it turned to her, then let his edges fall again, pointing toward the floor. “Oh, don’t look so offended. You’re fabric. You shouldn’t be able to have feelings.” She rolled her eyes when it started to hang even lower. “I’m sorry,” she couldn’t believe she said, “You’re a nice cape– cloak, I mean cloak.”

It finally let go of her hand, flying back to the shoulders of its owner.

“This entire thing is so fucking weird.”

“Then you’re going to absolutely hate this part. Watch out!” He circled his hands on the hair, bringing them together in the middle. The energy sizzled and when she opened her eyes from blinking, they were standing in what seemed to be a library. The window she saw from the outside was right in front of her, overlooking the skyline.

Eliza wobbled. She caught herself on the bookshelf to her right. 

“Woah!” she gasped. “What the- how did you just do that?”

“Magic,” Stephen stated. “Want some tea?”

“I-“

They moved to a table, again with the flick of his wrist, and a tea kettle appeared on the table. Their cups were brewing with the hot liquid, creamer, and honey already stirred inside.

Her mind exploded. She wasn’t sure what she watched, but it was nowhere near natural. She wasn’t either. There was a world beyond hers, one she didn’t have the willpower to understand, but he somehow seemed to believe she did. He acted almost as if this was natural — it wasn’t.

“Sit down,” he pointed to the chair across from him, the one she stood behind, “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“You’re not the type of guy to spare my feelings, are you?” she said.

“No. I prefer the radical approach because I don’t really care what you think.”

“Fair.“ She sipped her tea. It wasn’t poisoned, so that was a start. “So, Doctor Strange, what is it that you have to say about my existence? Make it quick because I have someone waiting for me at home who’s going to raise absolute hell if he’s unable to find me.”

“Yes, Daredevil. I’ve heard about him too.”

She somehow expected this to happen. He didn’t lie when he said he was a sorcerer, magic of the highest order. After an alien attack, a sorcerer wasn’t so far off. Magic wasn’t so far off. The infinity stones supplied her with enough energy to manipulate reality and that was not natural, either. Her mind exploded but her curiosity multiplied.

“I should be offended, but I think someone like you knows how to hide a secret. You’re honest, I feel it. So yes, Daredevil. He almost lost me once, he’s not gonna let that happen again,” she said.

“Lucky for you, I have no intention of keeping you here forever. But the reason you’re here is serious and I need your undivided attention.”

She clinked the spoon against the mug. “You’ve got me tea. I don’t have a choice.”

“Great. The reason I asked you here is that the reality stone has been acting up and therefore has caused your powers to gain a strength that a person should not possess, but it somehow chose you, so it is a part of you now. What’s dangerous is the fact that you can’t control it.”

“No one taught me how to.”

“History calls it the Aether. You might know it as the reality stone. A friend of yours, Thor Odison, mentioned it before.”

“He did.”

“The Dark Elves managed to turn the reality stone into liquid – somehow, after it got trapped in stone, parts of it landed on earth. I don’t know how, but your parents found it. An object this powerful is in a million event,” said Stephen. He sat leaned back in his chair, legs crossed and his elbow propped up on the armrest as if it was the most natural thing.

“They’re energy sources. I suppose that’s how they found it – they were scientists, and analyzing the atmosphere was part of their job description. Eliza, your mother bore the entire force of an infinity stone,” he said, “No human being has ever survived a blast like that. The reality stone makes people sick because it’s too strong for humans to handle. We’re the weaker species. Your mother was bound to die the second she touched that rock. You’re the only human being who ever survived being subjected to the power of an infinity stone. With the reality stone, it’s a slow disease that inevitably kills you. You stayed alive. Your mother got sick, but you didn’t. The stone killed her, not you. You were just a fetus and you survived. It’s not supposed to be possible but it happened.”

She grew more confused by the second. “Just tell me what it means,” she begged.

He put his finger to his lips. Patience, he silently told her. It’s a virtue. 

“The reality stone carries the ability to protect itself against potential threats. If you anger it, it tends to hit back. The Aether became one with your blood. That’s why it’s no longer trying to protect itself; it’s trying to protect its keeper, and that’s you. You’re one with the infinity stone and that makes you one of the most powerful beings in the universe.”

“Hold up,” she sat down her tea, “I am what now? No, no,” Eliza said, chuckling, “You’ve got it wrong. I’m nowhere near as strong as you say. I mean, what have I done that could be considered all-powerful? Right, nothing. This is stupid.”

A strange force pulled her back into the chair, trapping her there.

“I’m not done,” Stephen said in his most demanding voice. “You saw what you can do. You didn’t know the power was inside of you at first because the stone was trying to protect you, and that’s exactly why you haven’t been able to control it. Hydra messed your head up good. The experiments on your Amygdala gave you the ability to manipulate emotions, but the Aether inside of you keeps you alive. It is partly responsible for the way your powers manifested. Without it, none of this would’ve worked. But then you almost died and your brain recovered, leaving you with the reality stone.”

She slowly started to piece the puzzle together. “Emotions are basically part of reality. That’s why I could see the story behind their emotions and manipulate it. I changed reality over and over again,” she said.

“Yes. Reality as we know it works a certain way, but there’s a subjective reality, it’s what we see and think of the world. Hydra only made you stronger.”

“God.”

“Now that the reality stone is no longer trying to protect itself but rather you, it doesn’t react as harshly. It reacts when your body reacts. You now know what’s inside of you and what you can do, now all you have to do is learn how to fully control it. You’re messing with powers you don’t understand yet. The Aether may protect you, but it’s still too powerful for any human to handle. So if you don’t learn how to control it and use the powers it’s granting you, you can cause more damage than good. And it’s an infinity stone, the power belongs to the universe – the universe was never meant to cause any harm. The stones were made to protect said universe not destroy it. Although they have the power to do so if they happen to fall into the wrong hands.”

He opened the cage of the green gem again. The shrill frequency went straight to her head and she hissed, holding her throbbing forehead.

“It’s like it’s—“ she searched for the right words, “calling for me. Talking to me,” she said. “Why?”

Stephen was quick to explain, “You’re alike. The stone inside of you communicates with the time stone. It’s normal. While the reality stone is still out there, you’ve become a version of it that’s just as powerful. The time stone knows that it feels drawn to you the way you feel drawn to it. I’m here to protect this stone with my life, I learned how to use it, and you have to do the same. You have to learn how to handle yourself.”

“God, I didn’t sign up for this! Why is it always me? I just wanted a normal life.”

“With great power comes great responsibility,” he said.

“Bullshit!”

“Hear me out. You can’t do it on your own and since I’ve sworn to do everything in my power to prevent threats such as yourself to mess with the universe, I’m here to help you control the power of the stone. Because if you learn to use it the right way, you’re gonna be unstoppable. Your fate could change millions of lives. It’s a good thing, but all good things have a dark side. That’s why you’re here, to make sure that dark side stays in the dark and doesn’t come around to bite you in the ass. If it comes down to it, I won’t hesitate to put the universe before you. And I don’t want to have to do that.”

At least he was honest, but she didn’t like what his honesty entailed. She had to get out. He was messing with her head and the time stone was messing with her bloodstream. Her brain told her to flee and she considered it. If she stood a chance, she wasn’t sure, but the power was astronomical. If she was who he said she was, she stood more than a chance against him.

She swallowed the last sip of tea. “No thank you,” she said then, as civilized as she could. “I’d rather not be shaped into something I am not again.”

He sighed wearily. “Honestly, if you weren’t threatening actual lives, you’d be more of a nuisance, really. But your existence is threatening the universe, your dreams are starting to warn you about what could happen, and you don’t really have a choice but to let me help you,” he told her, “because as the sorcerer supreme, it’s my duty to make sure no one threatens the universe.”

“I’m not a threat. I don’t hurt people, not anymore.”

“You don’t have to do it consciously. You know how fragile you are, don’t play it down.”

“Shut up!”

“I’m getting under your skin. Good, are you starting to see the full picture now or do you need me to portal you to the North Pole?”

“I’m leaving,” she decided. “Thanks for the tea though.”

“She has manners. But manners don’t buy me anything,” Stephen said. 

As she got up, he flicked his wrist again and sent her hurdling forward into the library. She landed on her ass.

Eliza groaned, rising back to her feet. The whole portal-ing made her dizzy and nauseous. “Why won’t you just let me leave? I heard you out, but I don’t like what you’re insinuating because it’s simply not true!”

“Your head is splitting.”

“It is, but there has to be another explanation,” she said, already sounding desperate. “There has to be an explanation that doesn’t portray me as a monster.”

“Strength doesn’t make you a monster,” he said.

“You’re making it sound like the universe is gonna die if I don’t let you turn me into whatever it is you want to turn me into.”

“I want to teach you how to control it.” He stood before her now, arms crossed and sighing like a disappointed father. “Would you just let me?” he said.

She ground her teeth. “Why are the stones warning me?” she asked. “And why do I keep seeing broken pictures as I fall through what appears to be a multiverse, which is so far-fetched that I’m starting to think you’ve manipulated me so I’d listen to you.”

His posture stiffened. He didn’t seem to have known that. “Multiverse?” he questioned.

“Or it’s something else, I don’t know. Does it matter?”

His voice dropped, “What did you see?” 

“Blue and purple, space and time, memories that weren’t mine but somehow are, things that could happen but never did, and then there was this mirror I fell through—“

“The mirror dimension,” he murmured. His head lifted and he asked, louder this time, “What else did you see?”

“The stones,” she said.

“What else?” Stephen bared his teeth. He seemed more on edge than he had before and she realized that this wasn’t just about her anymore, this was about her dreams that could easily turn into visions.

He was confusing her. If her dreams were as dangerous as he made it out to be and her powers posed a threat, she had to let him teach her, but then again she hadn’t seriously hurt anyone and lately it seemed as if she was in control of the darker parts of her, so he could just have been exaggerating.

With her head already split in two, she wasn’t sure what to believe and her mind instantly categorized Stephen Strange as someone who wanted to trap her like Rapunzel in a tower and make her dance to his beat because he was apparently so much more special than her. She didn’t want to fall for the games of a man like that ever again, not after she was so close to putting Viktor behind bars. 

She was her own person and she would find a way to do this with Matt or on her own.

“There was this purple guy, but I only saw him briefly and I couldn’t make out his face,” she told him.

He began to mutter something under his breath. “Now it’s even more important you let me analyze your powers and teach you how to use them in a way that could protect the universe from potential threats,” he said then.

She shook her head. “Not gonna happen.”

“Eliza, you don’t have a choice, and I mean that.”

“I mean it too when I say that I won’t be anyone’s toy anymore. No matter what you say or do, I won’t believe you.”

“These visions you’ve been having… There is a multiverse but it is supposed to be safe, not breaking. The mirror dimension is not supposed to be breaking. I can’t believe I haven’t seen it before—“

“Yeah, right. You know, I’m starting to think your entire magic thing is just a fancy trick. There is only one God so there is only one universe, which makes you a liar and me a little more fucked up than I am, but then again I have an infinity stone inside of me, so perhaps I gotta trust where it leads me. Just because you can manipulate time doesn’t make you any more special or better than I am. So if you know what’s good for you, you let me leave, Doctor Stephen Strange.” 

Her hands started to glow, but he was the last person to get scared of that. His fists knocked together before he brought them back out, now holding two plate-sized red circles that held runes she had never seen before. 

He sighed, “Do you really want to fight me on this?”

She stared at him through her red eyes. Threat, her body screamed. He backed her into a corner, she felt like a bird in a cage all over again, and it terrified her. Her fight-or-flight response was activated, and as soon as that happened, whatever was in her blood was ready to defend her. 

“You don’t want to make me angry,” she bellowed. 

“You do realize that your powers could either annihilate the universe or yourself, right? This isn’t a joke. This isn’t some childish game that I want to play with you just because it gives me a kick. I asked you here because you not knowing who or what you are, at least not to the full extent you are eventually going to grow to, poses a danger both to the reality I’m trying to protect and to you and everyone you love! Think about your boyfriend–“

Her teeth bared and the color in the palm of her hand grew. “Keep his name out of your mouth,” she said, and while she stayed calm with her voice, the threat in her red eyes became clearer at the mention of him.

“You can twist and turn reality however you choose,” Stephen continued, taking another step toward her. He looked so confident, not at all scared like everyone else, and that made her even angrier.

Her body screamed to run. Her mind reeled and her veins were on fire.

“You can do that and so much more,” he said, “which is precisely what you should beware of. Because a power like that is nothing to be played with, and I am trying to be reasonable with this because I don’t want to hurt or restrain you, but I will if you don’t choose to let me help you out of your own damn will.”

“I don’t answer to you.”

“You see, that is not your choice to make. Not anymore. Not after what you told me and what I’m seeing in your terrified little eyes right now. There is something so strong inside of you, it’s twisting your mind and that is going to be the death of you.“

“Fuck you! You don’t get to decide who I am. I make that decision. I won’t be your prisoner and I am not your test rabbit.”

“Eliza, think this through,” he said. “Only one of us is in full control of their powers, and it sure as hell isn’t you!”

“Oh, Stephen,” Eliza brought her hands up, “I have never been more in control.”

“Okay, let’s do this another way.”

The world around her changed suddenly, it split in two and grew in glass around her. She stood amid endless mirrors, the world outside unreachable. 

Threat.

She looked around in panic, the pictures of her dreams returning in her head. She saw herself in the mirrors, her red eyes and hands, and she multiplied wherever she looked. There was no way out. Stephen stepped through the glass and in front of her, that much was real, but the mirrors seemed surreal, like a nightmare come true and she would wake up any second. 

Upon the move of his hands, the bookshelf split apart and started spiraling down. That was enough for her to act. She wasn’t sure what compelled her, but she did the same thing that she did when she fell – she broke through the mirrors, her hand pushed out at her side and the red hitting the glass with such a force, it splintered. 

Stephen seemed taken aback. Whatever had been done to the bookshelves stopped and the glass soared through the floor. The first set of books flew toward him.

“How is that possible?” he growled, dodging the attack. 

Eliza panted when she told him, “Let me go!”

“No can do-”

“Fine!”

At the same time he conjured up the glowing red strings, she channeled her anger into her hands and pushed forward. Both of their powers met in the middle, the same way the alien tech had clashed against hers, but she was stronger than him this time and it only sent him flying back, and Stephen crashed into one of the displays. 

She stared at her hands, shocked and partly impressed. He was still breathing, his groans told her as much, but she didn’t have the time to stick around. She needed to get out. She had made him angry and he would trap her if she didn’t run, she was sure of that. The panic drove her down the stairs and toward the exit. 

From behind her, his faint voice rang out, “You can’t run from who you really are!”

He obviously had never met her.

How long had she been in the Sanctum? New York had gotten dark outside, the lights of the city offering some guidance on her way toward the more crowded street. Her phone started to vibrate and she pulled it out. Somehow Stephen must have intercepted her service because she had several calls and text messages on her screen, most of them from Matt, but there were also some worried questions coming from Foggy’s end. 

She sighed heavily, her hand reaching out to flag down a cab while she deleted the notifications and pulled out her credit card instead. “Hell’s Kitchen,” she told the driver. 

His eyes got stuck on her. “Oh, my God, you are-”

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” she said, already having expected that reaction, but the more they waited the closer Stephen would get, “Now drive!” 

He hit the gas. 

During the thirty-minute drive, Eliza typed in Foggy’s number and waited for him to pick up with a bouncing leg. “C’mon,” she murmured. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, his voice rang out, “Liz, where the fuck have you been?”

“Is Matt still at the office?” she asked.

“No, he left about two hours ago. Seriously, we couldn’t reach you for hours. Where are you?” 

“I did a very stupid thing,” her breath hitched, “and he is gonna be so mad at me. Did he say he was, y’know, going out to find me?”

“He didn’t say anything, he just said he needed to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed. What do you mean you did a very stupid thing? And don’t ignore my question now.”

“Oh, fuck me! This is not gonna end well. I’m in a cab right now. I can’t answer your question, not right now, so just— I need to get home and talk to Matt. He’s probably gonna kill me, but right now, I don’t really care. Thanks, Foggy. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Liz, wait—“

He was cut off by the line clicking and going dead silent. She hung up on him. 

The cab dropped her off a couple of blocks from the apartment. She paid and made her way to what she suspected was her certain death. 

She quickly unlocked the door, storming through and locking it back behind her. She closed all possible deadbolts and even then it didn’t seem enough. The light in the apartment was on, to her surprise, but she couldn’t care less about that right now.

Matt jumped from the couch. “Where the fuck have you been?” he asked, the worry clearly written on his face. But most of all, he was angry.

She ignored him, quickly moving onto the windows and pulling all the curtains shut. 

“Eliza,” he urged.

“Just hold on a second,” she said. She jumped up the stairs to the rooftop access door and locked that one too. In the bedroom, she closed the window and the curtains. She made sure all entrance points were locked before he forcefully pulled her in front of him and glared at her. 

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“I did a very bad thing.”

“Oh, what did you do?”

She bit her lip. “Can you let me go?” His fingers dug into her upper arms. “You’re hurting me.”

Matt blinked out of it, instantly letting her go. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–“

“Would you believe me if I told you that a wizard without a hat but a floating cape is after me?”

“What?”

“Yeah, I reacted the same when I first saw him, but then he continued talking about how he knew me and he knew a lot of things that the media didn’t state, so he seems to really have unlimited knowledge, and he told me that magic is very much real. And he has the time stone, which is– they’re all calling for me, but seeing one in person was, like, so intense,” she said. “And then he continued talking about how the reality stone came to be, how it got into me, and how I should not have survived, which kind of makes me special because the universe chose me, but I also pose a threat to said universe because my powers are so strong and I need to be controlled because he’s supposed to protect the universe and he’d put it before my life if I ever became a threat, so yeah, a wizard just threatened to kill me if I don’t learn how to control this power raging through me and he wanted to keep me there to shape me into whatever he wants me to be, and I said no.”

“Eliza, slow down–“

She wasn’t planning on it; her body was burning brightly with adrenaline. 

“And then he kept talking about how my dreams were some sort of vision and that there is a multiverse, which I told him is ridiculous because you said there is only one God and I believed that, so I blamed it on him, which also seems plausible because he sent me a card that led me there and he knew who I was, so I suspect he gave me those visions to make me feel like I’m going crazy and he can use me for whatever perverted purpose he has for my powers or something like that because he is a wizard after all. After aliens, that’s not so far off and that’s not what struck me. I mean, look at me, I’m not human either, so he could have given me visions, definitely. I refused to let him persuade me to follow him because I am done following men the way they want me to, and then we fought, I kind of broke some sort of mirror dimension, which also should not be possible, and then I fought a wizard and his cape and then I ran, so now I’m here. Don’t be mad at me, please, I am very terrified right now and I don’t know how to place my emotions so I am about to break down and I fear that if you don’t hug me, I might fall apart.”

He opened his arms. “C’mere.” Her arms wrapped around him and squeezed tightly, her eyes crowding with tears and then she was crying again, and he held her because he wasn’t sure what else to do.

She sobbed, “I’m scared, Matty.” She never admitted she was scared. 

He rubbed her back, lips pressed to her hair. “I know, baby,” he said.

“Don’t let him take me, please.”

“I would never, you’re safe here. I’ve got you. He won’t touch you.”

“I’m so sorry I left.”

“Don’t worry about it. What matters is that you’re safe. I just need— I’m confused too, I need a moment to process what you said, but I got you.”

He held her face and she whimpered. Kissing her tears, Matt tried not to panic. Her words made sense to her, but not to him. He was confused and he was scared that he couldn’t understand. He wasn’t made for this kind of life, and she had told him that once. It had been an emotional reaction, something she didn’t mean because she had endless faith in him, but he started to lose faith in himself and God because this world completely wrecked his brain. It drove a bulldozer over his belief system. 

He tried to be strong for her, but it was only getting harder. She was crying and she needed him to hold her, to be strong and make the fear go away, protect her from the ghosts and demons of her past and present, but how could he help her if he didn’t even know what he was helping her with?

Matt set her down on the sofa. She was still shaking violently. He took the comforter from the backrest and wrapped the plaid around her shoulders. 

He kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna grab you some water. Sit tight.”

Her eyes focused blankly on the wall before her, the painting that hung there, and the cracks in the stone. She pulled her legs up to her chest. Her head was splitting and she felt the hole in her chest. She felt the power and it ran her dry. She needed more while at the same time, she needed nothing at all. She wanted the spiral to stop.

And she began to think, as she thought back to what she had done to Stephen and what he showed her, perhaps he was right. Perhaps there was something about his true words and she needed help. She knew she needed help, but the kind he had offered was. Or did she? 

He handed her the water bottle. “Can you explain it to me again?” he asked. “Slower this time so I can understand.”

“I don’t–“ she swallowed, admitting honestly then, “I don’t understand.”

“Take a deep breath and then tell me exactly what happened. We can go from there.”

Eliza took a deep breath. She could remember what happened, she remembered everything and so she recalled everything that happened at the Sanctum and what Stephen said and did and told Matt every detail. She still didn’t understand what she was talking about, but the story met his ears and he started thinking about it. The more she said, the more the hairs on his arms stood up. Goosebumps covered his skin. His heartbeat was up to his throat.

In the end, she was wracked with sobs again. “I’m so sorry,” she cried, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Viktor’s gonna plead not guilty, which means I have to testify and I have to face him and I really thought that was it. I thought I would never have to worry about being wanted for what’s inside of me ever again. I’m so scared, Matt, and I don’t like being scared because it messes with my head.”

“He called you a threat, but he doesn’t know you as I do,” he said.

“But he’s a wizard, he has the time stone. What if–“ Eliza took a sip of the water, “What if he’s right and I pose a threat to the universe? I can’t possibly understand what I’m facing, what he’s facing, what we’re all facing. He does. So either he’s a master manipulator or he’s right.”

“Baby, I’m gonna be honest with you, I didn’t understand a thing of what you said. All of this– it’s new to me and I’m scared, too. I’m scared that I can’t help you and it’s killing me inside, but I do know one thing, you are not a threat and you are not a monster. He had no right pressuring you like that and you did the right thing running because he doesn’t get to have power over you. No one does. It’s your choice and you said no, which is exactly what you should have done.”

She took in a shaky breath. “Okay,” she nodded slowly. “So I’m just gonna have to sit it out and hope he doesn’t come after me?”

Matt smiled softly. “Yes.”

“How? I mean, he could come back any second. He could haunt me in my dreams. He’s a wizard,” Eliza said. “He can do the weirdest shit, I saw him do it, so coming to get me and chaining me to his little palace for all eternity wouldn’t be so hard.”

“He’s not going to get you. He can come, but he has to go through me and I am going to put up one hell of a fight. I’d rather die than let him get to you,” he said.

She sniffled. “You’re gonna be here to protect me?” 

“Always.”

He settled down next to her and pulled her into his chest. His heartbeat calmed her, she focused on that and she focused on his steady breathing. She allowed her heartbeat to align with his, finally relaxing enough to breathe.

Her eyes fluttered close eventually. It was a small nap, probably only fifteen minutes before there was a knock on the door. She shot up, eyes wide. “He’s here,” she breathed.

When she jumped from the couch, Matt reached his arms out in a soothing motion. “No, you’re okay, it’s just Foggy,” he said. He could hear his friend’s familiar heartbeat on the other side. 

“Are you sure? Maybe he’s just pretending to be Foggy to fool you into letting him in.”

“No, baby, I’m sure. His heart sounds a certain way and he smells… well, I can’t explain it, but you can’t fool me. In that regard, my heightened senses are foolproof. Just breathe, alright? You’re okay, you’re safe.“

She remained standing, eyes narrowed at the door. He unlocked it, allowing Foggy inside, then locked all the deadbolts as she had before. 

Eliza reached for the fruit ball on the dinner table. He opened his mouth to greet her, but instead Foggy was met with an apple straight to his chest. The fruit pearled off of him and he followed the trail, clearly confused. He didn’t fight, he didn’t change forms, he simply stood there, lost and confused.

“Did you just throw an apple at me?” he asked eventually, regaining some of his composure.

Her defensive stance slacked. “Tell me something only you would know,” she said.

Foggy exchanged a confused look with Matt who only nodded, a silent plea for him to indulge her because she was scared, she was sweating and her heartbeat sounded through the roof. He needed her to calm down and if this was what it would take, he had to play along.

He took a second to collect himself. “Matt likes to stuff his sweatpants into his socks because he hates it when the temperature of his ankles and the rest of him are different. It triggers his, uh, super senses? I don’t know what they’re called,” he said. “But he does it every time he wears sweatpants, which doesn’t happen often, he’s always liked to walk around with as little clothing as possible. Now please–“ Foggy pointed at her hand, “would you put the banana down?”

Eliza relaxed, she put the fruit back in the bowl and straightened up. “It’s really you,” she said, sighing a breath of relief. “I thought you were– I’m sorry. I had to make sure you were real.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked. 

“My bad decision is coming to bite me in the ass.”

“What exactly did you do?”

“You wouldn’t get it even if I explained.”

“Try me.”

For the second time that night, she gave a recap of what she went through with Stephen Strange, the Doctor who also happened to be a sorcerer. 

Foggy looked just as distraught as Matt, and the latter was even more confused upon hearing it a second time. His fist tightened around the tea he had brewed for them. He handed one mug to Foggy, the other to his girlfriend and he held the other to his chest.

Foggy blinked the fog in his eyes away. “So basically you just met a wizard who wanted to force you to stay with him so he could train you because of that stupid infinity stone that’s in your blood?” he said.

She nodded, “Pretty much.”

“Cool. That’s cool. Cool, cool, cool–“

“Something tells me it’s not cool,” she said.

“Because it is not!” He threw his hands up. “A multiverse, are you kidding me? What is this? Scooby Do? The Matrix? Fucking Avatar? What the fuck, Eliza?!”

“Dude, I don’t know!” Eliza retorted. She shrugged so high, her shoulders hurt. “I’m just as confused as you are, except all of this isn’t all that new to me. But I am freaking out and telling you everything doesn’t just make me gain infinite knowledge. I am scared, Foggy! I’m scared and I hate my life. So whether or not we understand doesn’t matter, I just don’t want Stephen Strange to come in here and get me so that he can trap me like he told me he would. I wanted answers, what I got was much worse and now I’m even more confused than I was before!”

She broke down again, head in her hands as she sobbed. Matt instantly wrapped his arms around her, shooting a warning glare in Foggy’s direction.

He sighed. “I’m sorry, you’re right. This wasn’t– I didn’t mean to react like that.”

She waved him off.

“Hey,” said Foggy, “You had every right to get out of there. He’s an asshole. He doesn’t get to tell you who you are. Bad enough Viktor already fucked with your head. No,” he took her hand, “You did the right thing. Fuck him and fuck his floating cape!”

Her chuckle sounded broken but somehow Foggy always managed to lighten the mood. “Thank you,” she said.

“You have more important things to worry about.”

“The hearing.”

Eliza gnawed at the inside of her cheek. She completely pushed it away. “I hate that I have to see him,” she admitted quietly.

Matt sat back down beside her, Foggy settling on the other side. She leaned her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder, her best friend holding her other hand. 

Lips pressed to the crown of her head. “We’ve got you,” he murmured. “And once that is done, we focus on the wizard.”

“You think he’ll come after me?”

“I’d like to see him try,” Foggy said.

“If he hasn’t come to get you yet, he’s not going to tomorrow,” Matt told her. “And even if he does, I’ll protect you with my life.”

She was satisfied with that answer. She could worry about him once Viktor was locked away. She could worry about herself once she put the man who ruined her life behind bars. 

You pose a threat to the universe.

She scoffed. Stephen Strange could fuck himself.

At 221 Bleeker Street, the mood was lower than usual, but it wasn’t ill intent that laid in the air. Hurt pride cut it the closest.

Stephen Strange got to his feet, snapping his fingers to put the glass cage back together. He had barely brushed the shards off when Wong came sprinting up the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “What happened?”

“Eliza Bennett happened,” Stephen answered through gritted teeth.

“You got her here? Where is she?” Wong looked around, but his friend merely sneered.

“She left.”

He took a moment to eye him closer. “Why do you look like you’ve just been thrown into a wall?”

“She wouldn’t listen, so she left. That’s all you need to know.”

“So, a kid beat you?” he said.

Stephen lifted his finger, his eyes wide and lips pressed into a thin line. “She did not beat me!” he said. “And she’s not a kid, she’s an adult.”

Wong laughed. “She did beat you.”

“That’s a lie. I let her go.”

“If you actually did that, you’re dumber than I thought.”

He sighed in exasperation. “I underestimated her,” he admitted. “Seems like her mind knows what to do. The stone is communicating with her, keeping her in check and in control. And the dreams she’s been having… Wong, if this keeps happening, we might have a bigger problem at our hands than that girl.”

“Then we should get her back,” said Wong. “Right now, we’ll get her and force her to help us.”

Stephen shook his head. He stood at the top of the stairs, turning to his friend before he said while descending, “She’s gonna come back.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because she was simply scared. As soon as she realizes she can’t do this alone, which she will, she’s gonna come back, begging at my feet.”

“Oh, even though she didn’t hesitate to beat you?”

Halfway down, he twirled around. “She did not beat me!” His voice echoed off the high walls, but Wong’s laugh only filled the room once again as he disappeared.

“She totally beat you.”

"Wong!"

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For today’s late night vague posting about a critique I’ve been seeing and happen to disagree with (also, usual disclaimer that I’m more defending the concept than I am the execution): the Flame Chasers becoming a found family is actually thematically consistent with Honkai’s story

Just for a quick run down of what this trope is so we’re all working from the same definition: A found Family is a group who are united by similar experiences and interpersonal understanding. Characters being in the same found family doesn’t inherently mean that they like each other. If you’ve ever seen shows like Glee or Firefly, you’ll have seen groups that argue all the fucking time but are still considered found family.

The flame chasers are kinda in a similar category of found family in that they don’t all love each other. With the exception of Elysia, it’s more like they have 3-4 people in the group they love and the rest they watch out for for varying reasons (friend of a friend, enemy of my enemy, simply because they’re a human being… they each got their own reasons). As far as fitting the basic definition goes- they have the shared experience of having to deal with the whole “either the Honkai will kill us all or the government will” situation, and by the end of the previous era, they can at least understand the others thought process, even when they don’t necessarily see eye to eye.

Thematically, them being a found family makes it so that even though the PE’s cold logical attitude lost them their war against the Honkai, the small faction that acted out of love and chose to sacrifice themselves instead of others were the ones who were able to give the next generation a fighting chance. I think this angle gets a bit lost in story due to the game’s over focus on the flame chasers themselves and an underdevelopment of the moths as an organization. Because we see so little of the moths themselves on screen (outside of Sakura’s introduction and Rin’s death), it’s easy to think that the flame chasers are the norm rather than the exception if you don’t read the manga/flame chasers files (which is like… Mihoyo- stop making your players do homework to understand your plot).

Anyways, my purposed solution given the limited screen time they’re allowed is just to make Dr. MEI explicitly a villain. Like, I do think she could be rewritten as a more tragic fallen hero type character (heck, I think it’d be alright to make her a sympathetic villain) and y’all are totally valid if you choose to take that angle, but she has the very convenient position of being a government leader and in a position of power. Not sure if it’s ever said how high ranking she actually was, but she was selected to have that power, it’s not something she sought out herself. I think it could be even more interesting if she was elected by the common populous in some way. Have her purpose a bunch of detailed, easy sounding solutions and have them win each battle, but cost so much that they’re slowly loosing the war. Idk, I have been working on a more extensive rewrite pitch, so I’ll probably go more into it later

Anyways, sometimes the images I post just straight up don’t show up in the tags, and that can get kinda frustrating when I spend 20+ hours working on a drawing, so I’d really appreciate it if any of you checked out my pined art list (there’s a Honkai sub-category if that’s all you’re interested in, but I do have other things there too)

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Sub Rosa [31]

ii. wanheda, pt 2

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.0k

Warnings: fighting, blood, injuries, dead bodies/death.

Summary: introductions to a new group leave you feeling on edge, and the search for clarke continues.

a/n: HI ALL HAPPY UPLOAD DAY AND HAPPY SHOW DAY! I’m so excited to see a certain someone on my screen soon (though I won’t get to watch until tomorrow so no spoilers pls)! I hope you all have a great day! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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You all sit in tense silence as the moon sets and the sun begins to rise. It’s early dawn before Bellamy breaks the silence. “It’s been three hours. What are they waiting for?”

“Even with the light, I don’t see anyone.”

You turn and peer out of the vehicle, finding no movement or signs of life. Monty turns from his spot in the driver’s seat. “I say we make a run for it.”

Kane shakes his head, “No, that’s what they want us to do.”

“The boy is right. They can wait longer than we can.”

Kane watches Indra for a second, considering her words, before nodding and turning to Bellamy. “Okay, Bellamy. You get in the turret and you cover us. Once we get to that ridge over there, we’ll cover you.”

You can see the skepticism on his face, so you whisper, “I’ll stay with you, and cover them from back here.”

“Copy that. Run fast.”

He stands and pushes open the hatch, poking his head out and pulling his gun up to follow. But before he can make another move, you see him freeze in place, body going rigid. He mutters, “They’re here.”

“Everybody out or the boy dies!”

Suddenly, Bellamy is yanked out of the rover through the hatch, and he disappears from sight. You feel panic rise within you and you yell, “Okay, we’re coming out! Don’t hurt him!”

You drop your gun to the floor, and Kane follows suit, then Monty and finally, after a moment of hesitation, Indra. You turn and look at Kane as you reach for the door, and he nods his approval, so you turn the handle and start to push it open. The second you see sunlight, the door is yanked open the rest of the way, and you are harshly pulled out and thrown to the ground. 

Someone presses their knee into your lower back, pinning you in place as they secure your hands behind you. You struggle as you hear the others hit the ground around you, and you hear Bellamy let out a grunt of pain from somewhere nearby. You lift your head and search for him, your eyes landing on him to your left. He meets your eyes and you both struggle harder when you see each other in danger, fighting to reach each other, but two more Grounders converge on each of you, holding you down and stopping your movement. Someone yells, “All targets secure!”

Your brows pull together at the sound of English, the language rarely used by Grounder warriors when they think you might be listening. You hear the beeping of a machine grow more rapid as it locates what it’s looking for, and someone mutters, “Found it.”

You struggle to lift your head and see what’s happening, but you hear someone struggle as they are pulled to their feet, and Monty yells out, “It’s mine. Give it back!”

Across from you, Bellamy yells, “Monty, let it go!”

One of the Grounders lets out a surprised whisper, “Monty?”

You struggle and turn to face him, as realization passes over Monty’s face. “Mom?”

Monty’s mom tugs her mask off and runs to him, pulling him into a tight hug as you all watch the reunion in confusion. Someone yells, “Farm station, stand down.”

They release Kane, but keep their weapons trained on you, Bellamy, and Indra. Kane turns to look at the man standing over him. “Pike?”

The name seems familiar, but you can’t remember why. Pike pulls off his mask, and pulls Kane to his feet and into a hug. “You have no idea how good it is to see you.”

“We didn’t think you made it!”

Pike turns to the men still pinning you to the ground, “I said stand down.”

They finally release you, and cut your hands free, and Bellamy jogs over and helps you to your feet. You both start walking over to Kane and Pike when Kane asks, “How many of you are there?”

“Sixty-three. The rest are camped in the mountains north of here. Grounder killers one and all, am I right?”

Everyone in the group let’s out a hoorah of agreement, and you and Kane exchange a concerned look as you and Bellamy reach their side. You look between the two men and you deadpan, “I hate to cut this short, but we’ve got to find Clarke.”

Pike turns to you in surprise. “Clarke Griffin?”

You nod, and he gives Bellamy a mock disappointed look. “If only all of my Earth Skills students were as good as her.”

Bellamy smirks and they shake hands in greeting. “It’s good to see you, sir.”

“You too.”

Pike turns back to you. “And you’re-”

You guess his line of thinking, and finish the sentence for him. “The twin, yes.”

He shakes your hand as you tell him your name, before he says, “I can see the resemblance to Clarke, but you look like your dad too.”

“You knew my dad?”

He smiles, “Formidable chess player, tough to beat. We used to play every now and then.”

You smile, thinking of a memory, a chess game with your father. You’re thankful to receive a small piece of him, even after all this time. Kane turns and looks at the fallen tree, reminding you of your current mission. “Okay, move the tree.”

You and Bellamy head over to the tree, and Monty comes up beside you before other men from Farm Station line up on either side of him and Bellamy. You all start to push the tree away, and once you’ve cleared a path big enough for the rover, you step away. You turn to Monty, and see the sadness on his face. “Are you okay?”

“My dad didn’t make it.”

You feel a pang in your chest, the all too familiar feeling of losing your father, and you pull him in for a hug. “Monty, I’m sorry.”

He hugs you back before stepping away, “I’ll be okay. I have to be.”

You all start to walk back towards Kane and Pike, and Kane looks at Monty as you approach. “Monty, give them the coordinates to Arkadia. We have a settlement fifty miles south of here. Your people will be safe there.”

Pike gives Kane a serious look, “You’re my people.”

“Good. Because we have reports that put Clarke north of here. We could certainly use your expertise.”

“Mount up, we’re going back into Hell.”

-

The ride to the trading post is silent, but short. 

As soon as Monty pulls up to the building, you jump out, eager to look for any sign of Clarke. You can hear Kane and Bellamy calling out for you to slow down, and you’re about to comply, until you hear the sounds of fighting coming from inside the trading post. You lift your gun and hurry to the door, and you can hear the two men jogging up behind you as you quietly push the door open. 

Once the door is wide enough, your eyes land on a man pinning a woman to the ground, a knife to her wrist, yelling at her in Trigedasleng. You catch the word Wanheda before you pull the trigger, shooting him in the head and killing him instantly. His body drops to the ground beside her and she scrambles to her feet, turning to look at you as you all file inside, weapons raised and ready. As the others scan the room, you and Bellamy walk towards the woman, and he asks, “Are you okay?”

She steps away from the both of you, looking scared, and you lower your weapon and lift your hands in surrender. Bellamy follows suit and you tell her, “Osir nou na bash yo op.”

We mean you no harm. You’re not sure if the Trigedasleng is correct, but Indra and the woman don’t give you a weird look, so you think you got the message across. Indra adds, “Yu hon yu in osir sisplei.”

You’re halfway through translating Indra’s words in your head when Pike yells out, “English!”

You turn and give him a sharp look, opening your mouth to say something, but Kane catches your eye and shakes his head. He turns to the man. “Pike, go outside. Take Monty and Hannah, search the perimeter. Make sure he was alone.”

He gives Kane a hesitant look, until Kane nods, urging him to leave, and Pike finally turns and walks out the door. Indra turns back to the woman. “Osir ste lufa Wanheda au.”

We’re looking for Wanheda. The woman turns and glares at the dead body. “So was he.”

You step forward, voice pleading, “Please, she’s in danger.”

Her head cocks to the side, eyeing you closely, and she steps forward and reaches out for you. You feel Bellamy shift beside you, protective, and you put your hand up to let him know you’re okay. She touches a finger to the moon around your neck and whispers, “She has one just like this, but it’s a star.”

“She’s my sister.”

Her gaze lifts to yours, studying you for any signs of mistruth, but finding none. She nods and steps back. “She was here last night.”

“Did she say where she was going?”

“She was here when I fell asleep and gone when I woke up.”

Kane steps closer to her, “Did she give you any indication of where she might go?”

“No, but he did. He said that his partner came back for her, and that he was Ice Nation.” Kane nods and starts to step away, and she reaches out and grabs your hand, “I hope you find her.”

“Thank you,” you trail off, unsure of her name. 

She answers, “Niylah.”

You offer her your name, and Bellamy’s, before Monty comes running into the building. “Good news. I found fresh tracks.”

“Great, start the rover.”

Monty shakes his head. “That’s the bad news. Too many trees, we have to go on foot.”

You turn and give Niylah one last nod of thanks before you follow the others out the door and into the trees. Indra leads the group, followed by Monty and his mother, while Kane and Pike follow them. You and Bellamy bring up the rear, watching everyone’s backs. 

You hike through the woods, following the tracks into an open field, covered with dry grass that rustles in the wind. It shifts as you trudge through it, and you’re running your hands along the tops of it, lost in your head, when Pike drops back and starts to walk beside you and Bellamy. “Can I ask you a question?”

You and Bellamy nod your consent, and he continues, “Last report we got on the Ark, you were under attack by Grounders. What changed?”

Bellamy answers, “Turns out we had a common enemy.”

“What happened to them?”

You glance at Bellamy, watching as the muscle in his jaw ticks, the subject one he never likes to discuss. You glance over at Pike. “We killed them all.”

Pike’s brows lift, impressed, but he doesn’t get the chance to ask for more details, because Indra holds up a hand and turns back to mutter, “Quiet. Listen.”

You hear the heavy beats of drums in the distance, and suddenly you’re back at the dropship, preparing the camp for invasion. Indra clarifies, “Azgeda.”

Monty looks at her in confusion. “You can tell it’s Ice Nation from the sound?”

“No, from them.”

She points to three dead bodies on the ground nearby, and you get a heavy feeling in your stomach. Something urges you to look around, and you lift your gun and peer through the scope, searching the horizon. 

“We need to get those bodies off the field unless you’re good with them thinking we did this.”

“Go, hurry.”

You pass over two figures quickly before realizing and moving your scope back to focus on them. “Wait! Two people at twelve o'clock.”

You see a mess of blonde hair and your stomach drops, sure that it’s her. She turns a second later to take in her surroundings, and you get a good look at her, the gag in her mouth, and the worry on her face. “It's Clarke!”

You immediately lower your gun and start sprinting towards her, but you only make it a few feet before Pike steps into your path and holds you back. You try to move around him as you demand, “Get out of my way!”

“You’ll never make it in time.”

Monty and Bellamy run up to your side, and Monty points to the army marching right into the only path to Clarke. “He’s right. No way we get across without being seen.”

“We should lay low, let the army pass, then we find Clarke.”

You turn to Bellamy, expecting him to be on your side, but he gives you an apologetic look, and you know you’ve been outnumbered. Bellamy grabs your hand and leads you over to one of the dead bodies, and you grab the man’s feet while he grabs his arms. Indra runs off after telling Kane something, and you watch as Monty and his mother grab the second body, while Kane and Pike get the last. You all half walk, half run to the cave, three dead bodies in tow, but you can’t stop turning and looking in the direction Clarke disappeared in. Bellamy pulls your attention back to him. “Hey.”

You turn and he gives you a reassuring smile. “We’ll get her, I promise.”

You nod, but for once, he hasn’t made you feel any better. Once you reach the caves, everyone drops the dead bodies right outside of the entrance, before stepping inside of the hiding place and getting comfortable. 

You stand at the entrance looking out at the field, before turning and walking over to Kane. “We’re losing her.”

“Relax. Save your energy.”

Pike puts a hand on your shoulder. “Kane’s right. The army will move soon. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”

You shrug his hand off and go back to the entrance, finding no support from the others, before plopping yourself down on a rock with a huff. Bellamy kneels down in front of you, situating himself right in your line of sight. “Clarke’s strong. She’ll be okay.”

You nod, dropping your head away from him slightly, and he lifts his hand to your chin and tips your face back towards him. “You’re strong, too. Stronger than any of us.”

You can see the worry on his face, so you smile, hoping that it’s reassuring. It must be, because he smiles back before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. When he pulls away he whispers, “Come sit with the others.”

You smile, “I’ll come over in a second, I just need a minute.”

He nods, before standing and heading deeper into the cave. You drop your head into your hands, trying to collect yourself as you hear Monty ask about the fate of his father. Your stomach sinks, not sure you want to hear this, but feeling like you should, and when you lift your head again, ready to go join them, your eyes land on the dead bodies at the entrance of the cave. Azgeda. Just like the army.

You turn and glance back at the others, but they’re all focused on Pike, who’s telling them the story of Farm Station, so you walk over to the bodies and lay your gun down beside them before stripping them for clothes. You take enough from them to blend in, including one of their swords, silently thanking Octavia for the lessons over the last few months. 

The last thing you pull on is one of their masks, and you wrap it around your face to hide your identity. With one last look into the cave, you take a deep breath for courage, and sneak back out into the field. 

You cross easily at first, careful to move at the same pace as the others so as not to raise any suspicions, but the closer you get to the edge of the field and the edge of the army, the faster you start to move. You can see the start of a new treeline right in front of you, ten steps and you’ll be able to duck into the trees for cover. And just as you start to reach it, a hand claps down on your shoulder and spins you towards him. Your heart speeds up in your chest as he gives you an angry look, and for a second you think he knows you’re an imposter. But then he dips his fingers into a pouch at his side, and pulls them back out again, now stained white.

He reaches up and smears the white war paint over your eyes and to the top of your nose, before he turns you in the direction of the rest of the army and nudges you forward. You start to walk with them, watching as the man checks the others around you for war paint. He walks past you and starts to check the soldiers in front of you, and you use the distraction to take the last few steps from the army and into the treeline. 

As soon as you are hidden in the trees, you pull the mask off your face, taking in deep breaths of air as your nerves threaten to overtake you. You stand there and collect yourself until you can feel your heartbeat slow again, and then you straighten up and look around for any sign of where Clarke went. 

You almost smile when you see grass trampled down in front of you, likely the result of two people walking, and you follow it quickly, allowing it to lead you deeper and deeper into the woods. You send a silent thank you to Finn for teaching you a few things about tracking, as you pass by a tree and see a smear of blood on the bark. You walk that way, until you find a giant pole with a similar patch of blood. Right beside it, a set of stairs descends into the darkness, and with a resolute nod you pull the sword off your back and start to sneak down the stairs quietly. 

Once you reach the bottom you peer around the corner, and find a small pair of hands tied around a pole. You look around for a sign of Clarke’s captor, but finding none, you walk towards her as quickly as you can. When you step beside her, you see her body tense, and her breathing quickens until you drop to your knees in front of her and smile. Her eyes widen with surprise, and you reach up and pull the gag from her mouth as you whisper, “My shining star.”

As soon as the gag is free she yells, “Look out!”

You have a split second to register the words and movement to your right, lifting your sword to defend yourself just as her captor’s sword comes down towards you. He delivers a kick to your chest that knocks you flat on your back, and as you try to lift your sword again, he steps on your wrist, pinning it in place. 

You start to reach for your knife, still secured in your thigh holster, but he senses the movement and beats you to it, pulling the knife from its place. He lifts his sword to your neck, and just as he’s about to plunge it through your throat, Clarke cries out, “Please, please don’t! I’ll do anything, I’ll stop fighting! Just please don’t kill her!”

The man turns to look at her, considering her offer, and then back at you. You can see the moment he catches the similarities because he lowers the sword, and Clarke whispers, “Thank you.”

He follows her thanks with a swift stab to your thigh, and you cry out in pain as the blade sinks into your skin. He pulls it back out and sends blood flying, before grunting out, “Don’t follow us.”

And then everything goes dark.

-

You wake quickly to pain in your leg and a pounding headache. 

As you blink against the light that pours into the room, you start to remember what happened and you scramble to your feet, crying out in pain as you put weight on your injured leg. You grab your discarded knife from the ground and slide it into your holster, before tearing off a strip of fabric from your clothes and tying a tourniquet above your wound. 

You half run, half hobble up the stairs and into the open, searching for the signs of their departure. You finally find them to your right and you start to hobble that way when you hear twigs snapping behind you. You reach down and grab your knife and spin towards the sound, weapon held in front of you, ready to attack. You lower it when you realize it’s Bellamy, who’s tearing through the trees towards you. 

Relief washes over his features when he sees you, but it’s short lived as his eyes move down to your hand pressed over your bleeding thigh. His voice is high with panic as he drops to his knees in front of you and inspects the wound, “What happened?”

“I had her, Bellamy! She was right in front of me, until I took a knife to the leg.”

“Let me help you back to Kane and the others.”

“No!”

He looks up at you in surprise, whispering your name with concern. “You’re hurt, bleeding pretty bad from what I can tell, and-”

You cut him off, “Bellamy, this is Clarke we’re talking about. My sister, my twin, and she has a bounty on her head. What would you do if it was Octavia?”

You see the muscle in his jaw twitch, and you know you’ve cornered him. “I’d stop at nothing to get her back.”

He locks eyes with you, and your brows lift, as if asking, “So?”

He sighs, “Which way did they go?”

“That way.”

He slides an arm around you, encouraging you to shift your weight onto him, as he heads in the direction you pointed in. You struggle to hold back your grunts of pain as each step sends a jolt of pain through your leg, and Bellamy pretends that he hears nothing, determined to assist your dumb decision, not hinder it. 

You don’t make it very far before you hear the others clambering towards you, yelling your name and, “She’s hurt!”

You glance over at Bellamy, “I’m not stopping.”

He nods and continues to help you along, ignoring Kane and Monty as they yell at the two of you to stop. Monty reaches you first, grabbing Bellamy’s arm to stop him, and leaning down to inspect your leg. “You need stitches.”

He glances up at you and you step away from him. “I’m fine, Monty. I just want to get Clarke.”

Kane hears this as he approaches and glares at you. “You can barely walk.”

“I’m fine.”

He turns to Bellamy. “She’ll bleed out if you continue down this path.”

You see Bellamy look at you with worry in his face and you turn to Kane and snap, “Don’t do that! Don’t freak him out just so he’ll listen to you. I’m not going to give up on Clarke and just let him kill her!”

Monty’s voice is soft as he replies, “We want to find her too, but look at your leg. You could die out here and we have no real trail.”

Emotion builds up inside of you and bursts free as you yell, “I can’t lose Clarke!”

Bellamy shifts beside you, forcing you to look at him. “We’ll find her, okay? We’ll figure something out, I promise.”

You glance down at your leg, and you know they’re right. So you let out a quiet sigh and concede. “Okay.”

Bellamy leans down and scoops you up in his arms, taking your weight off the wound as he carries you through the forest. You start to protest, but as soon as you’re off your feet, you realize how tired you truly are, and how much the last 24 hours has taken out of you. 

The last thing you remember before passing out again, is Bellamy softly humming Clair de lune.

-

next chapter

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Ver 2.0? Turning Point?

I can't really identify to which point in my life that i started to doubt myself but im pretty sure that it was because of UP. Damn, that school, my uni. It do really have the ability to make you feel small; i was in a disadvantaged side when i entered it, you know. I was acquainted, no we did not really talked one-on-one, but i heard when we did introductions - Pisay, UP High, science comprehensive schools, Xavier University, who wouldn't be intimidated by that when you came from Col. Ruperto Abellon National School (who would know where that is? I was lucky enough for a teacher recognized it and my classmates be like 'ahhhhhh,' .....really?! I dont even know where xavier is, it just sounds cool). Another thing is that, i wasn't a stem shs graduate - a leverage(?) or excuse (?) that i always use for them to know that i am at disadvantaged side here, not their competitor, probably a NOBODY. They, being stem graduates, have capstone projects you never thought that they have at that age, but i would hear them saying that it was publish in this journal (whatever, idk the journals lmao, i dont even understand their studies 2nd lmao, but that was some smart shit you know, a shit that makes me feel pathetic for being too proud of my what? Correlational study from inconsistent surveys?!!! Wtf, wtf, wtf). But it was a very good peer pressure you know, i kinda turned it that way. Being left behind, being on the rock bottom, i have no other place to go but up. It wasn't the goal, like making or taking the top spot, i just need to survive.

Inevitably, the exams came. I had hard time adjusting chem but math was kind to me. Who would have thought that i would get two 1.0 at my math subjects for the first semester, the sem that i thought i would barely pass. I was even a CS for that sem. Who would have thought? Our first chemical engineering subject that involves computations was on the list the next semester and the first exam, out of 100 i got something like 20ish. WTF. THAT WAS MY FIRST FAILED EXAM. but no, never did cry but tears were flooding inside. So apparently, i have to focus more on this subject and i did. Some were still failing, but i raised my average up. We also had physics, my first ever physics. I really love physics that time or that sir rommel is just a very good professor. I got the highest score on our second LE, everybody else did fail. Small victories. Not that they lose, but i just won. But i heard one time they were talking about me re: passing the physics exam and even getting a high score. They were uhm.. a guy i really look up to cause his good, the other was a girl that idk but i think she didn't like me back then. They were friends but eventually the girl transferred uni because who cares why. i heard the guy saying something like sin.o gid na si franklin nga taas iya score man, maybe even worse than that, i still look up to the guy even until now. But wtf. I really took it in that time, like i wanted to cry but did not. With all that, i got a fair grade at physics. I still got 1.0 at maths that sem and even maintained being on the CS list. S M I L E. BECAUSE WE HAVE A MIDYEAR CLASS. VERY EXHAUSTING FOR SOMEONE WHO DONT WANT ANYTHING BUT JUST ADJUST, SURVIVE, AND FIND MEANING OF BEING A UP STUDENT. It was just one subject and it was math, but i got 2.0?!!! I have no excuse to that, i am very grateful for the family who accommodated me. After midyear class, i did got sick, it sucks, really sucks. I wanted to file an LOA for the next academic year, it is the only thing i can think of for me to go back on track (i haven't said that my parents pushed me to graduate with latin honor and i wanted to also for my resume to look good because everything else in me is effed up). I really wanted to pause and be free for a while but i also wanted to graduate on time (mostly because i want to give the bitches who dared to have expectations be put on my shoulders not the satisfaction, but the audacity to tell them 'i aint did it for ya') so i asked mama. THANK GOD, SHE DID SAY NA KUNG ANO LANG KAYA MO, AMO LANG DA IH 😭😭🤧🤧 so i enrolled, but went to school late, haven't attended the school opening but all is good. I did kind of reset, just enough for me to face school again.

Second year, it was fucked. I did really love coding on octave and doing sheets at ms excel though. On that year, we have formed the che 103 bagsak group. Together with two of my classmates on 103 and math 55, we became buddies after failing che 103 on the first LE, another 30 over 100 exam hahahahaha. We made bawi just enough for us to pass the subject hahahahahuhu. I have thermodynamics sub, i barely pass. Thank G na wala ko nag removal. If ever i did, i am so sure that i wont make it. My GWA for that sem was not enough for me to be a CS. Who cares? I still did, actually but mama was never been too pushy since then, even since after midyear, after getting that 2.0 grade from the only subject i am good at. Btw, my math 55 for first sem, second year, was 1.25. Not a 1.0 but still, it's good. Second semester that year was when pandemic hit so there's nothing much to tell. I was, sorry but i was really, glad to be away from school for a while, not until for a while became forever. Virtual university set-up was very hard. With too much from taking in whatever i see and hear on my surroundings, even just at home, everything is difficult. It is very hard to find motivation and discipline in studying when i was surrounded with people who do nothing. Even to this point i am writing, everyday is like a battle, but is mostly an internal one. Self vs self, a war no one knows who will win. So the confidence, the tower of knowledge i did build, exponentially went down. I did really well when i was in grade 10, i did my best that time and it can be seen at the achievements i had that year. Being consistently on top 1 the whole year, placing second on division MMC (even getting the highest score on the written elimination round for the whole cluster), doing well sa physics under maam andico, placings on cluster journalism competitions - it was like a record best, best record (?) Whatever. But it wasn't enough you know, i eventually came fourth like wtf. I had read from somewhere Newton saying like the two years when he did write the three laws of motion and the calculus stuff were the two best years of his life, and it kept me thinking that what if mine already passed? That it was when i was in high school?

But, back when i was in school, every time that i was belittling myself or even at random times that i would feel nervous for nothing, my classmates and close friends would say na:

Uno mo man ang Math, uno mo na na (it was a one or two time thing, what if chamba lang to???)

Ikaw man highest sa first le sa thermo (it was really an absolutely one time thing, i barely passed that sub)

Alam ka man sa physics (i was just invested on physics and maybe nachambahan lang na ang ginpractice ko solve kay parallel sa exam ni sir)

Alam ka, d ka lang confident (OKAY???!)

I was ignoring those shit cause who cares if i did really good that time. Yeah, it felt good but it wasn't fulfilling. Satisfied but not happy. But with recent events, i think i would be changing. This post will be a written contract that i will push to be better, to start trusting myself, and build that confidence glow behind me; to believe that i am bright and i can hack it, whatever it may be.

For coherence, i would itemize na lang all of the events that brought me to epiphany lol

It was Friday, 17 Sep, when Dean, in our plant design subject, gave an activity for us - to come up with solutions that would address problems he presented. 1 off grid island community (either you address the water, electricity, and phone reception/signal problem under a 100k budget) and 2 vinegar packaging with a 500 mL volume and should cost less than the cost of vinegar. The due's on Monday, 20 Sep. The challenge is that you should come up with an idea that is not the same with those who already turned in their proposed solutions. I haven't turned in mine until Sunday afternoon. We are 23 in class, hence there should be 23 proposed solutions for each problem. However, only 20 or 21 turned in their solutions and as a student who decided to do it three days after the sheet was given, i was at the second to the last of the entries hahaha. I have limited choice since a lot have been proposed. And ngl, i did entered my idea for the first problem at Sunday evening and for the second problem it was on the afternoon of the next day. Those were basic solutions cause who am I? Am just your basic guy.

Tuesday, 21 Sep (#NeverForget #NeverAgain), class again for plant design (PD). Dean discussed stuffs which im ngl, i did not listen because im bored (not until he said 'we'll have a 5-min break and we'll have a quiz after that' like wtf, how will we do our quiz???!). After the short break, I did study cause i panicked as hell, he presented the prospects of the course, that we will be divided in groups and that the leaders were chosen based on the solutions they turned in the activity previously given. So there's no quiz, i was calm the whole time after that until my name was called. Like wtf??! Your basic guy will be a leader???! Hello!!! So i chat people, asked them if it was a good thing (course it was!!!? So dumb right?!). And then, i asked another leader and she agreed to my argument that we should only be divided into six instead of seven as what dean has decided. So i chatted dean (pic below). I just accepted the role half-heartedly.

As leaders, we should be hiring people for our team and we should make pubs. I dont have a canva account to help me do pubs. I made mine at MS ppt HAHAHAHAHAHA but im good so its cute. We were assigned with projects and i get to have the 4-member team. The vacant roles were project maven and liaison officer for a 3-member team. In my pubs, i included scrummaster as position to be filled, cause who am i to lead?! So yeah, that's it. I did the pubs Wednesday and I submitted my resume Thursday (third to the last hahahaha but my resume's cute hahaha).

Thursday. So i had this invite by a classmate to join the Shell event long time ago. He was reaching out for someone to ask Dean for his approval because Dean did not replied to the email he sent. So, i volunteered. I really want this competition cause this will be my first and maybe last competition as a UP student. So i DMed dean and blah blah blah he asked for selection process. I relayed the message and apologize to them for being me because i was thinking that it was me who made him come up with the decision of having the team be selected. Like, wtf i was just asking for his approval. Getting kicked out of the team was not my intention. Those whom i chatted that night were telling me that it wasn't my fault blah blah blah. So i half-heartedly agreed to them.

Friday came, yesterday, the interview. I am very anxious for someone who will be the one asking the applicants lmao. I already have been interviewed before for college applications and somehow remember the feeling, nerve wracking, whatever. To calm my nerves, i listed questions which i never got to ask properly btw, but at least i have concrete ideas on what to ask. The first interviewee was my very closed friend and so we just laugh and laugh and laugh HAHAHAHAHA. IDK if dean saw it but who cares. And the next and next and next. 3:30 passed by fast and guess what??? YOUR BASIC GUY HAS THE MOST NUMBER OF APPLICANTS TO THE POINT THAT DEAN CUT MY LIST. IT WAS EXHAUSTING BUT VERY FLATTERING. I FEEL SO HONORED. i really thought and very scared at the thought that no one will apply to me but wtf, just wtf. Ranking my applicants was damn hard. 1 i have a dream team but one was cut by dean; 2 this could make my friends mad; 3 this will be the group for the whole year; 4 i am really exhausted. But still, i submitted the list. I was hoping for the people i chose to choose me back. Only two out of three did, i am forever grateful.

Still on Friday, the classmate who invited me to the Shell thing and Dean had a zoom call and discussed about the competition. That classmate told dean what i told him the other day that i might be the reason for the decision of having the selection process done. He told me this through a voice memo, katamad daw magtype. A voice message that i played over and over again. Dean actually find me interesting (?), Invested (?) Idk exactly but the classmate told me na 'may nakikita daw talaga sya sayo. Na grabe ka ka-practical as a person like yung ideas mo daw sa plant design napakasimple lang pero napaka practical to the point daw na madami nag apply sayo kanina. And then, you need more confidence lang daw talaga' so ig, you basic guy is a practical guy now. It's just flattering.

Now, whatever happens, i must meet those expectations right? This could be a lousy motivation but what is if there's none? I dont know why im writing this. I just thought i should get my thoughts out. Ver 2.0? Turning point? Let's just do good 😌

PS I put this on my bio on FB, guess im getting more public, and if you happened to read this because you saw the link on my bio, send me a message about you thoughts.

PPS if your initials are JTZC, these have been my week and i miss you even though you're not interested in me anymore, you are hard to forget

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CMake Version

A CMake based build configuration of the above mentioned project structure can be found HERE

Preface Introduction Under the hood of Visual Studio GNU/Linux Equivalent Visual Studio to Make Utility mapping Example Source Structure Build Run Makefile Details Targets Dependencies Contents NMake Conclusion External Links

If you develop software only on Windows using Visual studio, it’s a luxury. Enjoy it while it lasts. Sooner than later, you will come across Makefiles, maybe exploring some software on Linux or the misfortune of having a build system that uses make with Cygwin on Windows.

Now you figure out that Makefiles are text files and open it in an editor hoping to get some insight into its workings. But, what do you see? Lots of cryptic hard to understand syntax and expressions. So, where do you start? Internet searches for make and Makefiles provide a lot of information but under the assumption that you come from a non-IDE Unix/Linux development environment. Pampered Visual Studio developers are never the target audience.

Here I will try to relate to the Visual Studio build system which will hopefully give an easier understanding of Makefiles. The goal is not to provide yet another tutorial on makefiles (because there are plenty available on the internet) but to instill the concept by comparison.

Visual Studio provides features that are taken for granted until you have to read/create a classic Makefile. For example, Visual Studio auto-magically does the following.

Compiles all the sources in the project file

Create an output directory and puts all the intermediate object files in it

Manages dependencies between the source and object files

Manages dependencies between the object files and binaries

Links the object files and external dependent libraries to create binaries

All of the above have to be explicitly specified in a Makefile. The make utility in some ways is the equivalent of Visual Studio devenv.exe (without the fancy GUI).

Visual Studio is essentially a GUI over the compilation and link process. It utilizes an underlying command line compiler cl.exe and linker link.exe. Additionally, it provides a source code editor, debugger and other development tools.

A simple win32 console application project in Visual Studio is shown below. You have a solution file which contains a project file.

Invoking a build on the solution in Visual Studio calls something like the following under the hood. Yes, it looks ugly! But that is the the project properties translated to compiler/linker flags and options.

It is very similar in GNU/Linux. The equivalent of a compiler and linker is gcc, the GNU project C and C++ compiler. It does the preprocessing, compilation, assembly and linking.

Shown below is a very simple Makefile which can be accessed from GitHub https://github.com/cognitivewaves/Simple-Makefile.

Invoking the make command to build will output the following.

Below is a table relating Visual Studio aspects to Make utility. At a high level, the Project file is equivalent to a Makefile.

Visual Studiomake UtilityCommanddevenv.exemakeSource structure Solution (.sln) has project files (typically in sub-directories)Starting at the root, each Makefile can indicate where other Makefiles (typically in sub-directories) existLibrary build dependencySolution (.sln) has projects and build orderMakefileSource files listProject (.vcproj)MakefileSource to Object dependencyProject (.vcproj)MakefileCompile and Link optionsProject (.vcproj)MakefileCompilercl.exegcc, g++, c++ (or any other compiler, even cl.exe)Linkerlink.exegcc, ld (or any other linker, even link.exe)

Download the example sources from GitHub at https://github.com/cognitivewaves/Makefile-Example. Note that very basic Makefile constructs are used because the focus is on the concept and not the capabilities of make itself.

Source Structure

Build

Visual Studiomake UtilityBuilding in Visual Studio is via a menu item in the IDE or invoking devenv.exe on the .sln file at the command prompt. This will automatically create the necessary directories and build only the files modified after the last build.Initiating a build with makefiles is to invoke the make command at the shell prompt. Creating output directories has to be explicitly done either in the Makefile or externally.

Cmake Command Line

In this example, to keep the makefiles simple, the directories are created at the shell prompt.

The make utility syntax is shown below. See make manual pages for details.

Execute the command make and specify the “root” Makefile. However, it is more common to change to directory where the “root” Makefile exists and call make. This will read the file named Makefile in the current directory and call the target all by default. Notice how make enters sub-directories to build. This is because of nested Makefiles which is explained later in the Makefiles Details section.

Run

Once the code is built, run the executable. This is nothing specific to makefiles but has been elaborated in case you are not familiar with Linux as you will notice that by default is will fail to run with an error message.

This is because the executable app.exe requires the shared object libmath.so which is in a different directory and is not in the system path. Set LD_LIBRARY_PATH to specify the path to it.

Makefile Details

The basis of a Makefile has a very simple structure.

The (tab) separator is very important! Spaces instead of a (tab) is not the same. You will see rather obscure error messages as shown below. Makefile:12: *** missing separator. Stop.

Targets

Here target is a physical file on disk. When the target is more of a label, then it has to be tagged as .PHONY to indicate that the target is not an actual file.

Visual Studiomake UtilityVisual Studio by default provides options to clean and rebuild a project or solution.Clean and rebuild have to be explicitly written in a makefile as targets which can then be invoked.

A typical case would be to clean before rebuilding.

Dependencies

Dependencies can be files on disk or other targets (including phony targets).

Visual Studiomake UtilityVisual Studio by default supports implicit dependencies (source to object files) within a project. Library(project) dependencies have to specified in the solution fileEvery dependency has to be explicitly defined in makefiles

Cmake Makefile Generator

For example, the target all, depends on app.exe which in turn depends on libmath.so. If you remove app.exe, make is capable of recognizing that libmath.so need not be built again.

Contents

Cmake Makefile Link

File: Makefile

File: math/Makefile

Cmake Makefile Difference

File: app/Makefile

NMake is the native Windows alternative to the *nix make utility. The syntax is very similar to *nix makefiles. However, this does not mean that *nix makefiles can be executed seamlessly on Windows. See Makefiles in Windows for a discussion.

Makefiles are very powerful and gives a lot of control and flexibility compared to Visual Studio, but the content is not easily understandable. As an alternative, CMake has adopted similar concepts but the script is much easier and more readable. See CMake and Visual Studio.

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