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drenix004 · 10 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘━━━ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 141

❝𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲︙She was an odd one, as was her obsession with daisies. But, that made her unique in the eyes of the herd… she became the treasure of TF 141.

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, among others, if you are not comfortable, don't read it !

rating: 18+

pairings: Task Force 141, Köning y Horangi x Oc female.

Summary: the hunt for jewels had begun, so Laswell decides to pass her off as a human and send her to the British military base under the command of a colleague, all this without him knowing her true identity to protect her (sorry, I don't know how to summarize).

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

wattapad -> here

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His footsteps echoed through the gray tiled hallways, he ignored whoever greeted him for wanting to get to the office where the woman works.

She even earned strange looks for not returning greetings as this was unusual for her.

Behind her came someone on her heels, also needing to get to the same office for the same reason she did.

He did get looked at with contempt and hatred for his nature, after all he was not human and those who were not, ended up being marginalized, despised or hated in whatever facility they went to.

She arrived at the woman's office and entered without warning, being followed by the man.

-Tell me it's not true, Laswell," she said as she set the letter, which she had crumpled in her hands on the way there, down on the table with a thump - "all that thinking for missions made you crazy?

The short-haired woman looked at her before answering after a sigh left her lips.

-The base in that place needs medical help, and you have it, besides, you are also a second lieutenant , you have combat training," she answered, "you are qualified for the transfer.

-Do you really think so? You are not only transferring me to the medical bay, you are also transferring their team, and alone," replied the woman, disgusted by the situation, "they are a gang, they will see me as an intruder, in the worst case scenario they could attack me. I'm a damned prey, I'm a human.

Laswell raised one of his eyebrows as he listened to her, glanced at the man next to her, who remained silent, before reconnecting gazes.

-We both know better than that, Harper. Nothing's going to happen to you over there, let alone with the team. Price knows how to control his boys, they're not monsters like the rest of them make them out to be, you have my word-when she wanted to protest, he stopped her-there are rumors that they're starting with the jewel hunt… again.

Harper froze in place, trying to process the last words.

-Hadn't that already been listed as a crime?" the man asked at last, as he placed his hands on his companion and made her sit down.

-That's not stopping them, there are more reports of disappearances-Laswell looked at the woman, who felt dejected by the new information-that's also why I sent you there, you'll be safer than here-he grabbed her hands and squeezed them carefully-this I'm telling you as a friend, I don't want anything to happen to you.

She sighed before nodding, if it was for her safety she would do it.

-Why can't Kamli come? He's my spirit familiar," the man squeezed her shoulders in comfort.

-I need him here, his ability to hide in the shadows can help me find information. We have to make sure there are no rats.

-She looked at her spirit familiar, kamli nodded determinedly.

Yes, as long as I'm connected to you I can visit you at night and re-establish the connection so it doesn't weaken.

-You see it's no problem? It will all be temporary, unless you tamper with the pack-Laswell smiled-and I'll reinforce the magic of the collar so nothing happens, just don't go near the water.

-Ugh, damn Banshee. You always get away with it-Harper held out the necklace with a daisy-shaped crystal charm he had to Laswell.

-This is the best Banshee you'll ever meet in your life," the short-haired woman floated the necklace and filled the flower with her magic, "That will do, you leave tonight.

-I won't even have time to pack everything-Harper sighed as he put the necklace back on.

-Kamli can help you later," she said simply.

-Witch.

-always-Laswell smiled at her before returning to his report, he had to finish it by today-closing it carefully.

-I heard you," Kamli helped her to stop and they both left the office, completely ignoring the woman's inner prayers that everything would go smoothly and without mishap.

That the dark forces would protect and take care of the little flower she had for a friend.

chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...coming soon

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archivalofsins · 2 months

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I feel like people really do pick and choose when Jackalope is an unreliable source of information.

This would be fine if it this were ever tied to any of his characterization over the course of series. Yet, half the time it just boils down to him saying something that a person subjectively doesn't agree with.

Then that someone going,

"Remember the characters can lie, they aren't infallible, this includes Jackalope~ <3 Please and thank you!"

Without explaining or even going over any of times Jackalope has been overtly bias. Of which they are many to actually elaborate further on why they believe this is the case. It's honestly why I've been getting really sick of the blanket term vibes when it comes to describing the character of an individual or concept.

It's such an easy way to discount something without giving it much thought.

Saying that the characters can be bias is pretty much the same as that to me. Except it oddly glances over the fact that the audience can be bias as well and usually when someone tells someone something is the case without evidence that means one of two things,

A. They don't want to think about the topic too much themselves.

B. They don't want you to think about the topic too much yourself.

Either way they don't want anyone thinking which is never a good thing.

(Edited for clarity and to expand on certain points: 07/19/2024 12:58pm)

For example- if I were to say,

"Ya, know I don't like how Jackalope discussed Yuno. I feel like he was being a bit dishonest in the report on her at the end of trial two. I mean we know he has a bias for cute women and it seems like he's just agreeing with her statement because she's his type."

That would still have more thought put into it than what people have been saying about his report on Mikoto and I could actually prove that. Because it directly aligns with how he has consistently been portrayed.

But I didn't say he was fucking lying for her because even though he has a bias towards cute girls he has no fucking reason to. But you just said he has a bias towards her so he would lie to keep her looking good and make us think it was really that simple if he liked her.

Have none of you been watching? Do you not know what makes Jackalope go apeshit? From the web series and the novels yet? What really gets this motherfucker heated more than any woman- Let me give a quick refresher.

youtube

"It’s not easy. Of course it’s not easy. Crime is not easy! Punishment is not easy!! Don’t I know it! But don’t you see! What I’m looking for is there, in that decision arrived at only after wading through all that morass!! …Ahem. Sorry, got a little heated."

His Milgram. His Experiment. The thing that he is here to test. The first novel goes to extra lengths to expand on this hyper focus he has on this experiment and what Milgram sets out to do.

So, I don't have to question his honesty on Yuno because I know whatever he says is being said in a way as to not mess up the process. Because that is what he is the most interested in. Regardless of if he doesn't always agree with the results.

That's why it personally irks me when someone just goes- Remember, the characters can be swayed by their own subjective beliefs and experiences. So, they can be unreliable narrators. This includes Jackalope without delving into any of his characterization.

Because I don't know, some people may really believe that Jackalope just shows up to tell lies and has no vested interest in Milgram as a facility or the experiment taking place.

But secondly-

Yeah, that's how good characterization works. Like yeah that's just characterization...

Sometimes, I feel like in this day and age if some were to read a first-person novel where the narrator was unreliable for any number of reasons.... Ugh, they might legitimately believe the book was lying to them. Like the book was being dishonest. Instead of that being a very specific aspect connected to the characterization of the character perceiving the events of the story.

So, I'm gonna do it myself because some people are honestly doing Jackalope dirty right now. Which I thought I'd never have to defend the rabbit but-

Jackalope does not care about Mikoto Kayano. Let's dissect.

Firstly Mikoto is the prisoner Jackalope admitted from the very beginning he doesn't give a damn about one way or the other-

In the very first voice drama. He didn't even want to spend more than one second talking about the man when they got to him.

Like oh he's biased. Yeah but was he ever biased against prisoners for personal reasons not pertaining to their crimes?

Jackalope from day one-

No he admitted to not being interested in the prisoners personal information to the point of not even remembering their ages. So, he wouldn't even know enough about Mikoto to hate him personally. Yet he notes that he doesn't know anything about their personal lives he never states he doesn't know anything about their crimes just that this is something for the guard to discern on their own.

I mostly bring this up because it showcases just how little Mikoto is on Jackalope's personal radar. There are other things that show this as well that we'll get into but this is the very first.

Honestly, from this alone it feels like Jackalope does not and has never cared that much for Mikoto. He didn't even care enough to check what the fuck was going on with him and his strange sleeping patterns even though they're fucking noted on his prisoner description on the website.

You know the thing that tipped Kotoko off that he may have dissociative identity disorder to begin with.

Kotoko is more emotionally invested in Mikoto than Jackalope ever has been,

"I already noticed Mikoto Kayano's weird behavior a while ago, and since I'm in the room right next to his, I kept and eye on him."

Why did you save me...? "Because your existence is helpful to me." That's... not an explanation... "I guess you're right. I'll be answering that question when it's my turn." ... ... "I don't mean to pre-empt things here after all." ...gh... Damn it... Mikoto... Suddenly lashing out like that... "Warden-san, look over here." What is it not Koto-...ko? "The hit got blocked in midair...? So, it's true that inmates can't attack you. Then why was Mikoto Kayano able to hit you...?" ...This is bad for my heart. Stop it. Besides, that's what i'd like to know as well... Ngh... It's time... Get out, Kotoko. "The song extraction thing, huh. Are you trying to say that something I'm not allowed to see?" I'm ignoring your question. Get out. "...Hm. Either way this has become interesting, hasn't it?" Kotoko...

"You've realized it too, haven't you? Based on this confirmation, it's likely that Mikoto Kayano has dissociative identity disorder, or in other words, a split personality."

Kotoko even blatantly admits to stalking Mikoto in her first voice drama,

"For example, me being suspicious of Mikoto Kayano's actions, carefully tracking him and his behavior."

Jackalope didn't care enough to look into any of the prisoners personally then and he still doesn't care now.

Hell, he cares more about being Futa's number one, day one, never gonna stop hater-

Then he will ever care about Mikoto. That is how little he cares.

But he cares enough to say he hates Futa without knowing anything about him personally. So, he could. Yeah, again, he doesn't know anything about them personally, but he knows their crimes/what they are in here for and can easily like or dislike them based on a number of biases outside of that information.

He just has never liked Futa and has done nothing to hide that fact.

Seriously, Jackalope said this shit from the beginning but I still had people up my ass like Jackalope would never lie about the severity of Futa's injuries in comparison to Mahiru's. Whaaaa- What do you mean?!

Meanwhile-

Jackalope what time is it? Hating o'clock you say, damn I guess-

"Because he was found “guilty”, he’s tormented, engulfed with anxiety. Shaking in his boots, I’d say. So amusing."

If Futa has one hater, I know it's going to be Jackalope. It will be no one else. If someone out there believe they're Futa's number one hater, they are wrong it is this rabbit. Jackalope is the guy in this niche situation.

Jackalope doesn't even give enough of a fuck to know Mikoto's name. If it wasn't on the incarceration sheet I doubt he would even know it. (this is hyperbole for comedic effect. I think he'd at least remember the dudes name.)

Still seriously I don't get what some people are on. Mikoto is not everyone's main character and that's fine. He doesn't need to be.

Jackalope said,

"This boy is bland and I don't cook without spices."

"A dime a dozen, a million like him. I could skip a stone in the street and hit five."

That's his opinion he stood on that, and he's free to have it. That has been his characterization on this since day one. He did not look any deeper to his own detriment and admission.

He really side eyed this dude like,

"Mm fake ass, phony ass, never told the truth in his life ass."

Then second trial went,

"We have a problem. MILGRAM’s control didn’t seem to work on him. That is to say, he’s got a real case of multiple identity disorder." - "Hey now. Don’t judge me so harshly! I’ve been doing this a long time, but… there’s a first time for everything. We’re in a bit of a mess ourselves over this, you know." X

Really went look, look, look this isn't on me- Mistakes happen don't look at me like that. But suddenly now I'm supposed to believe Mikoto is so much more intriguing to him that he'd lie and risk mucking up his own experiment?

Over Mikoto someone he didn't even bother to mention the feelings or reference the statements of in his end of second trial report on him? Like he failed to mention a damn thing Mikoto said himself while directly referencing what Yuno said basically cosigning her confession.

He really went for this man,

"Do you all not know how to count? Did you not see the bodies-"

And nothing else! I don't know how to explain this any differently. He does not care about this man. He cares more about these victims none of us have fucking seen! Because they've only been alluded to outside of the one other person we see in MeMe other than Mikoto.

That is how little he cares about this dude.

He made his report on Mikoto about the impact Mikoto's actions had on the lives of others instead of anything to do with the prisoner himself. The best we got in regards to Mikoto as a person was once again the recognition of his diagnosis and how that is impacting his memory and nothing else.

Jackalope said he had no interest in Kazui but still spoke on that man's feelings enough to call him emo,

"He’s a self-admitted liar, have you been able to solve the mystery? It all feels very emo and I can’t bring myself to be very interested in him, but the fact that you’re so accommodating to him, is commendable."

There's a recognition of emotions there.

With Mikoto, Jackalope just reiterated what several other people, including Mikoto himself, have said. That Mikoto doesn't remember and then stated that just because he doesn't remember doesn't mean he's any less responsible for what he did, basically.

Which is an absolutely fucking true statement.

Like I can say that I don't remember something that impacted someone else. I forget a lot of things, but that doesn't negate the impact the action had on them. Plus, when I say that I don't remember something, I'm not saying that to negate or lampshade the impact I've had. I'm saying it as a neutral statement because that's what "I don't remember" is when you have a disorder that fucks with your memory. It's literally I don't remember that can you explain more. That's all that is. It's a really neutral statement. No one with a disorder that fucks with their memory is trying to gaslight anyone into believing it didn't happen that way when they say they don't remember something.

Mikoto is literally gaslighting people, though. Because his I don't remember is attached to phrases like,

"Maybe you got the wrong person.", "How do you know I even did that?", "All I did was dream."

In their second voice drama they even go as far as to call into scrutiny the song extraction itself. Something being done by a machine completely devoid of any individual bias as it is solely meant to display how the prisoner perceives their actions.

Downright stating that the footage extracted could have been fraudulent or more extreme due to his Dissociative Identity Disorder,

"That too could be just a fake or attributed to the multiple personalities, right?!"

Mikoto's Second Voice Drama- 9:10

These statements when combined with "I don't remember" lead the viewer to question,

If they are remembering/perceiving things accurately.

If the information they received previously is accurate/can be trusted.

If any of what they know is true/genuine.

If they are being mislead/lied to.

"I don't remember" by itself is a neutral statement, and many mental health diagnoses can impact a person's memory.

What Mikoto is doing here is not neutral, though. He is behaving in a purposely misleading way in the hopes of possibly benefitting from it. Through sewing doubt and confusion. This is gaslighting plain and simple.

And it worked too,

National Domestic Violence Hotline: What is Gaslighting?

"Generally, gaslighting happens very gradually in a relationship; in fact, the abusive partner’s actions may seem harmless at first. Over time, however, these abusive patterns continue, and as a result, a victim can become confused, anxious, isolated, and depressed. Altogether, they can lose all sense of what is actually happening. Then they start relying on the abusive partner more and more to define reality, which creates a very difficult situation to escape."

Also, just because someone has diagnoses that negatively impact their memory that doesn't mean those people cannot be held accountable for what they did that they don't remember or can dismiss discussions about what they did by simply going, "I don't remember."

It is so easy to just say, "I don't remember doing that, but I see that what I did impacted you greatly, and I'm sorry for how it's affected you." Especially when one has fully understood the hurt they've caused another regardless of if they understand how they did so or remember doing it.

No one should have to jump through hoops to convince someone their feelings and experiences matter or happened. Whether that person has a memory issue or not. For someone to just sweep those things to the side with an "I don't remember" is dismissive and unfair to the individuals hurt by their actions.

That is the entire point of what Jackalope is talking about. Just because someone doesn't remember hurting another person or understand how they may have done so does not mean they didn't.

He brought up the victims because no one else did.

Attention should have actually been placed on the victims from the beginning. Since those were the ones impacted by Mikoto's actions the most. The victims were discussed in some capacity with every other prisoner. But- like, I'm not in the tag because of a lot of things. So, it may not be my place to speak on this. There's a thousand reasons why I may not have seen this being discussed.

However, around Mikoto's trial, I don't remember seeing any discussion regarding the people or person he had admitted to killing and no one I know who was into Milgram brought up anything discussing that to me either. In fact at a point around that time I was blatantly told by someone that he killed no one.

Despite him- Yes, admitting to killing random strangers, he had no connection to. All because he was upset in his second voice drama,

Can I ask...why you killed them?

"They annoyed me."

Who did you kill?

"Just whoever was walking around nearby."

Even going as far to state that he himself doesn't remember how many people he killed. Never once saying he only killed one person.

... How many did you kill?

"Can't remember. I was just born back then, you know. It's kinda fuzzy."

So, I don't really know where the idea that he only murdered one guy even came from at this point.

Now, I can understand how someone could conclude he didn't kill anyone at all more because of the whole gaslighting thing but this...

He didn't even claim he only killed the one guy.

In all honesty, I don't think Jackalope is being dishonest here because he's been the only voice of reason when it comes to Mikoto's case.

He is actually being quite rational and considerate about the circumstances overall. Even outside of all the foreshadowing that supports Jackalope's statement. Just taking it from a characterization level it seems to me that Jackalope could not care less about Mikoto if someone paid him to.

There was no emotional investment positive or negative when it came to Mikoto.

To me, it seemed as though Jackalope was only invested in Es' (the guards) opinion on the matter. Because outside of him alluding to how many people Mikoto had killed, he gave us nothing else. Like literally nothing. Other than talking about Mikoto's actual impact.

How many bodies does it take to make a person irredeemable? What's the difference between one life or multiple?

At the end of the day Mikoto's still a murderer. Again not even touching on the foreshadowing of him killing multiple people before Jackalope just came out and said it.

But really, how many deaths can an individual find negligible?

One, two, three- Oh we won't count it as murder until it gets to the double digits, huh?

Jackalope's statement on Mikoto eloquently expands on what he pondered with Yuno.

What constitutes as a life? What constitutes as a crime? What constitutes as murder? Further expanding on the main question brought up with Amane at the very beginning of Milgram- At what age do we suddenly have enough free will where we can be held fully and earnestly accountable for the actions we commit to as individuals?

How many bodies make a murderer?

The answer should always be one. Anything after that is just clocking in overtime.

It doesn't become less negligible the lower the body count. Someone is dead regardless. So what about Mikoto as a character makes people so down horrendous that they need to find a negligible amount of killing?

What about him makes a person think,

"I can excuse one death that person probably wasn't living their life properly anyway."

What about any of the characters does that?

That's the question of Milgram isn't it?

It's to redefine sin to redefine murder. To test what every day people of this era are willing to let slide if pushed far enough. Through Mikoto's second trial Jackalope saw the answer was a lot.

He saw the answer and it was nothing to joke about. It was hard to keep the atmosphere light. It was heavy, it was rotten.

I personally don't believe the heavy atmosphere was because of any disdain Jackalope holds towards Mikoto. If anything Jackalope has always regarded Prisoner 009 Kayano, Mikoto with indifference.

All of the prisoners have been and will always be devices to pose a question for Jackalope. Yes he is biased and he's shown who he is biased too quite clearly. Yet, Mikoto has not been alluded to being one of the characters he feels strongly about.

He's usually been all business while discussing him and that's what he was during the second trial end report as well.

Jackalope's issue wasn't with Mikoto in my opinion but the audience's and Es' judgment.

The line that makes me believe this is,

"But even so, "Innocent"..... I see, I see. Hey, the judgment of the guard is absolute, of course!"

Did nobody catch this? Did it go over some heads? Did it really need highlighting? Jackalope disagrees with the verdict and he combats the decision pointing out the holes in it.

But he has no choice but to accept it because,

"The judgment of the guard is absolute."

He really did what he said he was doing when speaking about Mahiru,

"Sorry. I’m like the guy on the couch watching the sports highlights and complaining, don’t mind me."

Something that once again isn't surprising to me. Because from the beginning in the This is Milgram video Jackalope said,

"I mean, I personally would just say GUILTY to all of them to avoid all this hassle."

The end of the second trial report really was him going,

"Do you see this shit- You see what you've become?"

At the audience.

But- ya know, that's just my interpretation of the second trial end report.

Let's stick to the facts.

Like how Jackalope is only a dishonest narrator when he's saying something the audience doesn't want to hear. Like I said earlier in this post-

No one was talking any shit about what he said about Yuno.

Someone he clearly favors and has done nothing to hide the fact that he does,

"By the way, I love frosty girls like her."

When he cosigned that what Yuno told us was the truth. That wasn't because he has a thing for cold girls like her. Or has shown the female prisoners more favoritism.

No, there's no need to question the authenticity of that narration.

Why would Jackalope ever be someone's accomplice? He's only bias in one direction. That rabbit only has hate in his heart. He's just trash talking Mikoto because he isn't a girl- He's so biased.

He wasn't just sympathetic towards Mu's guilty verdict because from the beginning he said,

"Yep! Finally, a pretty little thing. On the other hand, I'd vote this one "innocent". Those beautiful genes have gotta be passed on!"

"I see, maybe you have the tendency to need to see the remorse, to give the “innocent” verdict. Was her crime really so infinitely worse than the other murders?"

No, he's only biased when it comes to things he says that I don't like. Things that don't confirm what I'm already feeling or want to believe. Jackalope isn't a character in his own right with patterns of behavior and easy to spot biases.

No he's a menace just here to sew chaos and confusion. Because the one thing he wants to do the most is ruin his own experiment.

His Milgram.

#milgram #mikoto kayano #fuuta kajiyama #yuno kashiki #muu kusunoki

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alisbackalleybbq · 1 year

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Crush (Requested)

TW: Mentions of violence against women.

This is not beta’d or edited. This was requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms. I hope you like it and I’m sorry it took me so long.

“ Heeey ! Finally I found a blog writing for Tim 😍 would you do one for me where the reader is an officer as well and crushing on Tim (and vise versa) but both are too stubborn to admit and everyone kinda makes fun of them. Then during a call, she gets kidnapped and hurt and Tim is furious till she is saved and he makes sure to take care of her. Some fluff and kisses when they finally admit their feelings 💝💝 this would be great and TYSM !”

“When are you going to stop staring at her and ask her out already?” Nyla asked Tim. He was standing at the back of the briefing room, arms crossed, glaring at Aaron Thorson who had said something to you that made you throw your head back and laugh at.

“I’m not staring,” Tim snapped. “We’re here to learn about a dangerous op. Not tell jokes.”

“Mmmm, okay,” Nyla smirked.

“She just made P2. I can’t get involved even if I wanted to.” Tim sighed.

“I never thought I’d see the day that Tim Bradford was scared.” Angela quipped.

“I’m not scared.” Tim scoffed. “I’m being smart.”

“Smart by letting the woman you have a crush on get away?” Nyla scowled.

“I don’t have a crush on her! She’s a subordinate.” Tim scowled back.

“You’re with Metro now. You’re not her sergeant anymore. You’re just making excuses.” Angela rolled her eyes.

Nyla tsked at Tim and shook her head. “Tim ‘the Coward’ Bradford.”

“You’re just going to have to man up and ask him out.” Aaron said to you.

“I’m not a man, Aaron.” You said sarcastically.

“You know what I mean,” he replied, glaring at you jokingly.

“Why would I ask him out?” You questioned. “He’s Tim Bradford. He could have any woman on or off the force that he wanted. He’s not going to want me.”

“Please! I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I’ve seen the way you two interact. Stop being a scaredy cat and just ask him out.” Aaron urged.

“I’ll pass, Aaron. If that makes me a scaredy cat, that’s fine. But I’m not going to risk my ego on being rejected by Bradford.” You replied.

“Listen up,” Sgt. Grey took the podium.

Tim was out patrolling the area where the suspect in a brutal attack on a female jogger was reported to live. The briefing that morning had left him angry that somebody in his city had come up behind women jogging in the park and attacked them. So far there had been five victims. Tim wanted this creep off the streets yesterday. It didn’t help that he saw red when Aaron had put his hand on your back. The ribbing from Nyla and Angela had also played into his anger but it got him thinking about you.

“Units on the City Wide,” the dispatch voice over the radio cut through his thoughts, “possible officers in distress. Seven-Adam-15 is not responding to Status Checks.”

Tim’s blood ran cold. You were in 7-Adam-15 today with Nolan. “What is their last known location?” Tim radioed back.

“They checked out at 759 College Avenue on a noise complaint.” Dispatch answered.

“Copy, I’m enroute.” He flipped his sirens on and sped toward College Avenue.

When he arrived, he saw the shop parked out in front of a house with the numbers 759 on it. Tim flew out of the car when he noticed Nolan laying on the sidewalk.

“Nolan! Nolan!” Tim yelled, quickly scanning for injuries. John Nolan groaned in response. “Nolan, wake up! What happened?”

“Ugh,” Nolan squinted at Tim and put his hand to his head.

“I need an RA to this location for an injured officer.” Tim radioed in. “What happened? Where’s your boot?” Tim couldn’t bring himself to say your name. If it was bad news, he thought somehow referring to you as a boot would lessen the blow.

“She knocked on the door. The guy came out and hit me with a bat. He grabbed her and dragged her into the house. I tried to radio before I blacked out but…” John trailed off, the worry, anger, and fear evident on his face. “It’s the guy from the park.”

“The one attacking the joggers?” Tim clarified.

“Yes.” John tried to sit up.

“Whoa, just stay down.” Tim put his hand on John’s chest and pushed him back onto the ground.

“I have to go get her.” John groaned.

“Dispatch, I’m going to need immediate backup at this location. Officer kidnapped.” Tim unholstered his gun and went toward the front door.

“You should wait for backup!” John called then winced in pain.

Tim ignored him and went to the front door, pounding his fist against the door as hard as he could. “LAPD! Open the door!” He commanded. He waited for what felt like a year but it was only a minute before he tried the doorknob. He rolled his eyes at himself, of course the door was locked. He ran back to his shop and grabbed a window breaker. He didn’t want to waste any time banging against the glass that might not break easily. Tim quickly used the tool to crack the glass in the door window. He used his radio to break it fully and make room for his hand to slip in. He didn’t even feel the jagged glass cutting deep into his skin. He unlocked the door and entered the house, gun at the ready.

“LAPD!” He shouted. “Come out now with your hands up!” There were some crashing sounds from the basement. He ran down the stairs and was shocked at what he saw. You were bleeding from various wounds around your head and face, there was an angry red mark on your throat, your uniform was ripped, and there was blood seeping out of a wound in your chest.

You were straddling the suspect who was sprawled on the floor, still fighting. “You. Are. Under. Arrest.” You declared, each word punctuated by your elbow connecting with the suspect’s body somewhere.

“Are you okay?” Tim asked.

“No!” You growled out. “He won’t stop resisting.” Just as you finished speaking, the suspect hit you in the face with a closed fist.

“Son of a bitch!” You cried out. Before you could register what was happening, you were looking up at the ceiling, having been flipped on your back. You rolled over to see Tim flinging the suspect onto his stomach.

“You’re under arrest!” Tim yelled. “Put your hands behind your back.” The suspect complied right away and started quietly crying.

The next five minutes were a blur. Nyla showed up to haul the suspect up the stairs and outside the house. He was being checked over by medics. Tim helped you up the stairs and made sure you were sitting in an ambulance before he went to check on John.

Tim was quickly back by your side. “How’s Nolan?” You croaked out, your throat feeling like it was on fire. You held an ice pack to the side of your face. The paramedic was checking a deep cut on your chest.

“He’s okay. They said he most likely has a concussion but they’re going to take him to the hospital for tests.” Tim replied. “How’re you?”

You nodded softly. “I’ll live.”

“You’re a hell of a fighter.” The paramedic said. “You beat that guy up all by yourself?”

“Yeah,” you gave the attractive paramedic a shy smile.

“That’s badass.” He replied.

“Anyway,” Tim growled.

“Tim,” you gasped, grabbing his hand. His heart fluttered at the contact. “You’re hurt.”

“What?” He asked, confused, noticing blood on his arm.

“You’re cut.” You said.

“It’s nothing.” Tim shook his head.

“Those might need stitches,” The paramedic commented, looking over Tim’s cuts.

“I’ve had worse.” Tim tried to shake it off.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m going to the hospital.” You said. “You can ride with me.”

“Nah,” Tim waved you off. “I’m fine.”

“Please,” you grabbed his hand again. “I hate hospitals. If you’re there, it’ll make me feel better.”

Tim smiled at you and nodded. “Okay, fine.”

Tim was annoyed. It had taken 45 minutes for him to get the cuts on his arm stitched up. That was 45 minutes that he was away from you. Forty-five minutes that you were stuck in the hospital, a place you hated, without him there to make you feel better.

He growled all the way from the room he’d been in to the room where you were. You were lying in a hospital bed, bruised and bandaged up.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting next to your bed and grabbing your hand. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You smiled softly.

“You’re shaking,” Tim pointed out.

You nodded. “I can’t make it stop.”

“Adrenaline is wearing off. You had to put up a hell of a fight.” Tim brushed some hair away from your forehead.

“I was so scared.” You told him, tears pooling in your eyes. “I thought I was going to die. Then I heard you and I knew I was safe.”

“If it makes you feel better, I was scared too.” Tim confessed.

You scowled at him. “You were?” He nodded but didn’t say anything. “Why?”

“I didn’t know what I was going to find. I didn’t know if you were hurt or…” he trailed off.

“Yeah. That’s one thing about us cops,” you said. “We’re a family and we never want to see one of us hurt.”

“It’s not just that.” Tim said, taking a deep breath. “I…I didn’t want to find you hurt. I didn’t want anything bad to have happened to you. All I could think about was that if you were…I wouldn’t be able to tell you that I want to take you out on a date…if you want.”

“You want to date me?” You were incredulous. Was this really happening?

“I have for a long time. I just didn’t have the guts to say anything. I was afraid you’d reject me.”

“You were afraid I’d reject you? Tim Bradford was scared that I’d reject him?”

“According to Nyla my name is now Tim ‘the Coward’ Bradford.” He rolled his eyes and smiled.

You giggled. “I’d love to go out with you, Tim. I’ve been attracted to you for…well, since the first time I met you.”

“You were attracted to me after I yelled at you for spilling coffee on my uniform?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Right after that, I saw you kneel down to talk to a child so you were on the same level as him. I knew there was more to you than an asshole.”

“That’s…flattering.” Tim said. He cupped your cheek and leaned in. He softly brushed his lips against yours. You gently kissed him back. Tim broke the kiss and sat back in his chair next to your bed. He picked up a brown paper bag and held it out to you.

“Please tell me that’s an Elvis burger from Mrs. C’s.” You sighed.

“Extra bananas.” Tim smirked, handing you the bag.

#tim bradford #tim bradford imagine

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sgiandubh · 1 year

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That night, in Madrid

If I were one of the Anti queens, I would start this post on a very condescending note: remember that night, in Madrid?

Or something along those lines, ugh.

Of course you remember. Even I remember the 2022 Esquire Man of the Year Awards. It is one of the first events I followed live, lurking in the shadows and hoping someone would notice the elephant in the room.

Rivers of pixels have flown on Tumblr following that event. Why did S take the car for a 200 meters ride round the corner. What exactly did that reporter mean with the „man of your life” silly question. And yes, how moving and heartfelt his acknowledgement speech was. Everything about that night has been parsed, over and over and over again, to the point of nausea and subsequent word vomit.

But, to my knowledge, nobody paid attention to Cristina Castaño's short speech, moments before she presented an award to Fernando Líndez. Bless his heart, I have no idea who he is and what he does for a living, and anyways, he is not important in my story.

You can find the clip on this page , under a classic clickbait title (Cristina Castaño y su ligoteo con SH/CC's flirting with SH): https://www.esquire.com/es/actualidad/a42253896/cristina-castano-premios-esquire/

The elephant enters the room at the 0:49 mark. This is what she says, in plain, audible - albeit strong-accented- English:

You can hear him laugh first. Then everybody does. This was supposed to be, and it was, some light, Spanish-style banter. But to a shipper's ears it did sound almost like an outing of sorts (LET ME FINISH) or at least as some weird, open secret situation, shared by many in that room. Enough to make me stop in my tracks.

You can screech to your heart's content that I am biased. But then so is Esquire Spain's editorial team. Somewhere else on their website (https://www.esquire.com/es/actualidad/a42254186/premios-esquire-sam-heughan-cronica/), damage control and retcon were in full swing:

Translation is mine, for what it's worth: " Above all, Cristina Castaño who, in a delirious turn of events, told S: `I am a ginger. Well, I look lrish/Scottish. S burst into laugh, since she told him that in flawless English. Cristina, my friend, you are great".

The problem is, Cristina Castaño never uttered the word "Scottish", which would considerably water down what she really said. Listen again. Just Irish. Not a trace of Scottish. Zero.

What did he do next? He thanked an Irish woman in his speech. His Irish woman. Right after his mother.

Fan service my (right) foot.

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tatesdiary · 2 years

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Intruders

Summary When the group that wants to reenact the murder scene of the two girls catches you and your mom Vivien, you don't expect a certain blonde haired boy to save you.

tags Tate's hot, cursing, home invasion ig

word count 1414

Confused and frantic you search your bag and room for your cell phone. Why had your mom been so frantic?

When you're about to turn around and look in your closet something hits you against the side of your head and you pass out.

Waking up felt surreal, Vivien was tied to a chair and three people were standing in front of you, conversing in a relaxed manner. There was a splitting headache on the back of your head, making your vision blurry.

"Put this on," the guy demands and throws a white clothing at you. "I'm not gonna put this on!" You resist and throw it back at him. He huffs angrily and turns to his accomplices, "Take her to the bathroom upstairs." Before they can do that you get up and run around the corner, nearly reaching the front door when someone grabs you and pushes you in the small closet to the side.

A hand is placed over your mouth and when you look up, pressed against the wall, you see… Tate? His hair was adorably messed up and he wore that green striped sweater you'd seen once before - it suited him well in your opinion.

"What?" You breathe out, but he just urgently tells you, "Get to the basement. Quick," with that he's gone again, all that's left behind is his cologne.

The relief you feel at his presence is immense and the act of being pressed close to him in a closet was a whole different story. You had no idea why he wanted you to go to the basement, but you trusted him.

When you're back in the living room, acting like you were trying to free your mom, the one with the brown hair moves her knife and grips your wrists, tugging you along to the bathroom that was close to your room.

"Let me go!" You struggle against her grip but she just presses the knife close to your stomach, "Be quiet," when you're in the bathroom she gives you back the nurse outfit and tells you to put it on.

You could swear you saw a flash of green and black pass by, but you focus on listening to her. You start putting it on, getting a rise out of her when you seemingly take too much time.

Then the blonde girl comes in, holding her stomach. "I'm gonna shit myself. Don't do it without me!" Is all she says before she stumbles back outside.

"Ugh. Get in the tub," she pushes you toward it and you try making up an excuse why this wouldn't do. "This is the wrong tub," you simply state, throwing her off completely. "it's not. I studied the murder reports, this is the right bathroom."

You shrug, "Nope. We remodeled all of this, the actual tub is in the basement." You add a quick description that nearly matches the tub in this room and she curses, "Come with me."

She pushes you in front of her, the knife digging into your back as she makes you lead her to the basement - and the made up bathtub. You click the light on, the quiet buzzing of the old lamp disrupting the silence of the stone cellar.

You hadn't been down here often, now everything was up to Tate. The next second the light turns off and you shuffle around the corner. "Where are you?" The woman yells angrily, only for Tate to reply, "Over here, you stupid bitch." You suppress a chuckle and wait for what he is going to do.

She walks to where his voice comes from and you follow, staying unseen. You see him standing next to a tub filled with water, the stupid sweater making him look more attractive than he already was.

"I've already filled it with water for you," he tells her and she looks confused but not suspicious.

She walks closer to the tub, seeing a woman inside. The woman whose murder they were going to recreate.

Instead of staying you now run up to find your mom, seeing her run down the stairs right as you exit the cellar. You pull her out of the front door with you.

Walking past the detectives and to your parents felt weird, but that's basically all you've felt since you moved here, anyway.

"Your mom said that you told her Tate helped you escape?" Your dad inquires, "Yeah," you turn to your mother, "Thanks for nor dragging him into all that."

"What was he doing in the house?" He continues asking, and you shrug, saying you don't know - which was true. You know your dad has been suspicious of you and Tate, thinking he was bad for you or something.

But he doesn't let it go, and it's starting to get annoying. "You think I let him in? I don't know why Tate was here." You watch your parents before adding, "But I'm glad he was. You weren't." With that you leave and go back to your room.

It's later that day that you're sitting in your room while listening to music, a book in your hands. "Can I come in?" The door opens and standing there is Tate. He's still in the green and black sweater but his hair is even messier and the curls more prominent.

"Uh, yeah," you stop the smile from spreading on your face as he comes closer and sits next to you.

"How have you beenSince… you know," his voice is soft and you shrug. "It's hard to sleep but I'm fine." You'd have nightmares daily since that night - you couldn't even say when the last time was you slept through a full night.

He seemed pitiful as he listened to your answer and looked up, slowly taking your hand in his. "If you need me I'm usually always near." You smile and put the book to the side, about to answer when a knock sounds from the door.

You still before springing into action and shoving him into your closet, holding a finger to your mouth, "Stay here."

Then you sit down on your bed again, letting your mom know she could come in. "You okay? I heard you talking to someone?" You cough to cover up the chuckle that comes from the closet, "No, I was just on a call with someone from school. She needed the homework." Your mom looks suspicious but stays quiet and pats your leg. "Go to sleep. It's already ten thirty."

You nod and she gets up again, but not before nearing your closet and pushing the door closed. You exhale a heavy breath when she leaves, going to lock your door. "You're so bad at staying quiet!" You giggle and he laughs too, looking at you with fondness, "Gotta he had at something when I'm good at everything else," he winks.

You shake your head, getting comfortable on your bed. He sits at the foot of it, one hand on your calves. "Good night," he whispers and you smile, telling him the same.

But as he gets up, you don't think; "Tate?" He turns around again, a questioning look on his face. "Can you… stay? I just- I feel safer with you here…" it's embarrassing to admit, but you'd rather sleep for once than have no awkward feelings between you.

"Yeah, sure." He quickly agrees and your heart does a little excited jump. You scoot to the side and pat the empty space beside you, happy when he understands what you want and lays down next to you.

He turns on his side and you do the same, looking at each other. You don't know who leaned in first, but the next second his lips are on yours and your hand is holding his jaw.

One of his arms is laying over your hip and the other is gripping your hair carefully.

You continue with the kissing and you eventually pull him down to hover over you, his eyes piercing into yours. "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend now?" He asks breathlessly and you grin, "If you want to," he cocks his head and dives back down, kissing you longer.

"Seems like it."

That night you sleep in his arms, no nightmares anywhere.

#tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #evan peters x reader #american horror story #evan peters

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ink4blotches · 1 year

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OTP

(Pavitr Prabhakar x You)

Synopsis: You like Mumbattan more than New York, so you chill there often. And sometimes help your best friend out as Spider-Woman. But the people of Mumbattan think there's something more to the relationship of the two heroes.

•

"What does OTP mean?" Pavitr breaks the comfortable silence that had set in as we sat atop the tallest building in Mumbattan, staring down at the -very- busy streets below.

"Uhm..Only Thing Purple?" I guess, scooting over as Pav moves to sit next to me. "No, it means 'One True Pairing', actually." He states, showing me his phone screen and scrolling on Tik Tok.

The video consisted of a fight Pav and I had the other day with an anomaly. Specifically the part where I not so heroically got electrocuted because I stepped in water.

The music filled as Pav landed beside me, reaching out and putting a hand on shoulder. "You oka-" He got cut off as he was shocked as well.

"Okay why would someone edit that?" I ask as I read the caption.

Two dumbasses...literally made for eachother!!

"I know right? I can still feel the lightning in my veins." Pav shivers, pulling his phone away from me. "And there are tons of edits of us saying we're OTP." He concludes.

A second passes in awkward, notedly not comfortable, silence before a loud explosion came from the streets below.

Ah, back to work.

•

"And Look at That! Our very own heroes have swung by for a quick hello!" The reporter woman smiled at us as I wiped the dirt off my clothed leg.

I smiled back, instantly stopping once I realized she can't see through my mask. "Are you- oh wow, is this live?" Pav asks, waving at the camera.

"Stop you're so embarrassing." I judged his shoulder, to which he threw an arm over my neck and ruffled my hair. "You know you love me." He laughs.

"Oh, wow! That brings me to my only question...the public wanna know! Are you two an item?"

Not this again.

Before I can open my mouth to deny, Pav laughs.

"No, but...might as well do this now. Y- I mean, Spider-Woman. I love everything about you. The way you part your hair, the way you laugh, all the way to your face when you eat really tasty food. And as the months have passed, I realized that I love you. So, will you go out with me?"

I looked between him and the camera, then back at him.

"Nah, I'll pass." I say simply. The lenses on his mask widen.

"I'm kidding! I'm joking! Yes, I'll go out with you Paaaaa...l. Pal." I caught myself. "Oh, my god. Yes!" He tackles me into a hug.

"This is great and all...but can one of you swing this girl to the hospital? The ambulance is backed up..." A paramedic taps me on the shoulder.

I immediately throw myself off Pav. "Yes- of course I'm so sorry come on let's go girl." I grab the citizen, being careful not to touch her...ouch, really nasty arm and swing away.

It takes a lot of focus to swing through Mumbattan with a passenger, but I've done it a billion times. However, it's a little more difficult this time.

Since my heart won't stop beating so fast.

•

I sat in a chair next to one of the crash victim's hospital bed. The teenage boy hadn't woken up yet, and as much as I'd like to be with Pav right now, my duty as Spider-Woman is to make sure people are safe- even if they're not from my universe.

The boy suddenly stirred in his bed, which caused me to put down my phone. "Hey, you're awake. You got into a car crash. How are you feeling?" I ask the boy, who's hospital bracelet says Aarush. Cute name.

"Ugh...like shit. Who are you?" Oh damn I forgot I took my costume off. "Uh...my names Carly, I'm a med student. It's a whole program- don't even worry about it." I shake my head with a laugh.

"Oh, okay. Hey, look it's Spider-Man." He looks at the TV which had been playing the news. I looked up just in time to catch Pav(Spider-Man) catch my hand with a web after I fell off the bridge trying to keep a car up.

I should probably work out more.

I watch with a warm face as the entire scene from earlier plays out again, Pav wrapping me in a hug and me swinging away with a girl in my arms.

"Damn, Spider-Man and Spider-Woman are totally OTP."

#Spotify #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr x you #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader

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mercurygray · 6 months

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The Breakfast Club

Ugh, finally! This only took me the better part of a week but I like what's here, and I hope you do, too. A huge thank you to everyone who contributed some new girls to this project - I didn't quite get them all in just yet but we've got all kinds of time.

It's 7:30 on a mission morning, and now that the flights are out, the second shift is eating breakfast.

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It was a good thing that there weren't as many of them on a shift as the pilots, or they'd never fit at the breakfast table.

"Spare a little room there, Nina?" Cord asked, as politely as she could, looking for a space to at least put down her coffee cup.

Nina, a young woman of twenty with straw-blonde hair, nodded absentmindedly and moved her plate of toast slightly to the left to vacate a post-card sized plot of tablecloth, making no effort whatsoever to relocate the extremely large copy of Life magazine she was currently reading from the middle of the table.

Cord looked at Mae, sitting just to Nina's left, and the two women shared a small amused shrug. Nina was one of the younger girls in the group, and a lifetime spent on a big family farm in New Hampshire hadn't done a whole lot for her table manners. (And for a girl who professed to be small and shy, she sure did a lot of taking up space sometimes.)

"You not eating anything?" Mae asked, passing Cord the milk before she even had a chance to ask for it.

"I had some oatmeal before wheels up," Cord said, accepting the milk and pouring a very long dollop into her coffee, stirring calmly.

"You know, you're going to get in trouble one of these days, sneaking into that kitchen," Mae said wisely, taking a sip of her own cup.

"I'm not sneaking kisses, Mae, just a bite to eat. And none of them ever touch the oatmeal." Cord took a sip of her coffee and smiled, closing her eyes over the hot cup and cradling it in both hands. "Besides, I want to make sure I'm awake for takeoff."

"So when do you think they'll send a reporter to cover us?" Nina asked, still very deep in her magazine and a full page photospread of some WACs on bicycles, somewhere deep in the British countryside.

"Do we want that?" Netta asked, glancing at the magazine over Nina's shoulder, carefully spreading a thin layer of margarine over her toast and cutting into perfect, elegant triangles. (Everyone else tended to give the margarine a wide berth, but Netta was forever on about 'slenderizing' and no one wanted to tell her she was plenty thin already.)

"Have your name in Life Magazine so everyone at home can see it?" Ethel reached across the table for the pepper shaker and vigorously dusted her hashbrowns. "Who wouldn't? At that point you're practically famous."

"They're not going to send a reporter here, Nina. We're not interesting enough for that," Mae said with a practical smile, sitting back in her chair.

Nina looked up at Mae like the older woman had just told her they'd kicked a puppy. "We're plenty interesting! Colonel Huglin said last week we were winning the air war!"

"Not us personally, Nina," Mae specified, patient to the last. "It's more of a group effort - the whole 8th Air Force."

Nina sighed heavily and went back to mooning over her magazine photos. "They must be so brave," she said, clearly addressing the woman in the photographs. She turned over the next page in the photospread, the top image a sky white with parachutes. "I don't think I could ever do that."

Cord glanced down at the photo and shrugged. "It's not hard." Nina looked up dramatically. "Parachuting," she specified. "I've done it a couple of times. It's not hard, once you get used to it."

Ethel looked up from her potatoes. "Where did you ever jump out of an airplane, Lieutenant?"

Cord laughed. "Back home, in Dayton."

"Quit bragging, Cord," Mae said with a long-suffering grin. "Not all of us grew up with daddies in flight suits."

"Your dad's a pilot?" Nina looked impressed. "Why didn't you ever say?"

"More of an engineer," Cord specified, a little cagey. "But he's got his license - taken me up a couple of times."

"And Cord does, too," Mae revealed, having far too much being a fountain of information across the table.

Ethel put down her fork. "Now, why'd you ever sign up for this gig if you can fly?"

It was a serious question, and deserved a serious answer. Cord looked down at her coffee, considering her options. "Didn't think they'd let me get close enough to matter," she said, drumming one finger on the handle of her cup. "They only let girls fly stateside - and some transatlantic ferries. It'd be a lot of flight hours but…no action. At least here I know I'm doing some good."

"Captain Brennan, what do you think about it? " Nina flagged down the passing officer, already finished with her own breakfast and obviously on her way to her next assignment. "These gals in the paratroopers that everyone can't stop writing about."

"Like they invented joining the army," Ethel added with a disdainful huff.

Brennan, a good ten years older than the rest of the table, glanced down at the article, her eyes skating over the pictures of the women at calisthenics, and spilling parachutes, and fixing their hair. "I think it takes a great deal of courage to do something different. Combat's not something they've ever allowed women before, and that's a big change."

"Why would you even want to?"

"Because it's a challenge," Brennan said with a slim smile. "And they're women who like challenges - who want to see real change. Because if they can prove themselves out there, maybe one day the Army Air Force will let Lieutenant Callaway into a B-17." She smiled around the table and glanced down at the article. "I might not be able to do what they do, but I doubt they can do what I do, either. There's space in the army for all kinds." She glanced up at the clock. "Except anyone who wants to be late. I'd hurry along, ladies, we don't want to leave the third shift waiting for breakfast."

"Yes, Captain Brennan," came chorused from the table, and Nina finally packed up her magazine while everyone took last bites and drained coffee cups and set down napkins.

"Lieutenant Callaway." Cord stopped in her tracks. "Master Sergeant Knox said you were in the kitchen again this morning eating with the crews." She paused. "When you've all been told the ground staff eats second."

Cord looked guiltily at her commanding officer, caught out. "Yes, Captain."

Brennan's face had the slightest of smiles. "I told him that I didn't like tattle-tales, and if one of my officers wanted to make sure she was sharp for wheels up then he'd better accommodate her."

Cord let out the breath she'd been holding in, relieved as anything, and allowed herself a smile. "Yes, Captain."

Brennan nodded, implacable. "Don't miss your transport, now, they'll need you back at Tower."

Cord nodded, double-timing for the door and the waiting pair of trucks outside, ready to carry the morning crew back to their assignments.

"I told you she'd chew you out about breakfast!" Mae said quietly, as the rest of the truck chattered and gossiped while the engine idled and they all settled onto the bench seats for the five minute ride to the other side of the airfield.

"She didn't chew me out," Cord said quietly. "Told Knox I had a pass for it."

"And what do they always say about Irish luck?" Mae asked with a grin. "I want to see Knox's face the next time you do it. He'll be steamed."

"Get up at four-thirty and join me," Cord replied with a smile of her own.

Mae laughed out loud as the truck coughed into motion. "As if! A girl in this man's army's got to have her beauty sleep!"

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #cordelia callaway #mae werner #nina turner #ethel murray #marion brennan #netta hallstrom #masters of the air OC #mota oc #tds cinematic universe

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find-roronoa-zoro · 5 months

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

10.5

"Is F/N ok?" Nami asked entering the house between Luffy and Zoro.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Luffy turned as she slipped her phone back into her pocket.

"Well Robin just text me that Perona said she and Law broke up."

"What?" Ace, Sabo and Al croaked from the sofa.

"I guess she overhead a conversation with Shanks down at the bar." Nami shrugged sharing the armchair with the youngest brother.

"It's already late and she's with Shanks, this probably won't end well." Sabo murmured checking the time on his phone.

"What does that mean?" Zoro asked claiming the recliner.

"Those two tend to go on benders when they are together." Ace answered.

Zoro's phone whistled in his pocket, a text.

F/N : sitpploo

F/N : Zooorooooooo*

Zoro : drinking i see

F/N : wah says who?!

Zoro : those texts for one.

Zoro : Also Perona reported to her girlfriend

F/N : how rode

F/N : rude*

F/N : just blowing off steam

Zoro : i heard about that also

F/N : God damn. People need to mine their own shit

F/N : min*

F/N : ugh Mind!

Zoro : lol maybe you should have some water

F/N : water

F/N : not fun

F/N : hey... HeeeeEEeeY

Zoro : send a single sentence woman.

F/N : demandinf much?! Anyway! Co.e drink with me I hear you're some sort of fish

Zoro : fish?

F/N : yeah yeah.. Ya know the saying? Like he drinks like a fish.

F/N : fish is Zoro

Zoro : where are you guys?

F/N : ah well Shanks left, Yasopp disappeared and Benn is threatening to leave. But I'm at the redline

"I gotta head out." Zoro stood abruptly pocketing his phone.

"Uh ok." Ace glanced up at him.

"We'll see you Saturday." Sabo added as he reached the door.

"Yup, see ya."

Nami and Al shared a look before Nami pulled out her phone to shoot Robin and Perona a text.

When Zoro arrived at the bar it was closing and you were clinging to Benn near the door.

"We can just share the uber and you can pay for the rest of the ride."

"Benny," you slurred brows knit, face twisted into an adorable pout, "don't ya know ya can't leave a drunk girl alone in a stranger's car?"

"I can just take you." Zoro interrupted.

"Greenie!" you cheered throwing your arms around his neck.

"Problem solved. No drunk girl in a stranger's car." Benn mocked pinching your cheek.

"Who's drunk?!" you called.

"Have fun with that." Benn said to Zoro while ruffling your hair.

"Hey!" you protested, "What's that mean?"

"Don't worry about it." Zoro suppressed his laughter.

He had seen you this drunk before at your welcome home party and like before he found you quite amusing.

"Let's get you home." he placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you forward.

"Nooo...whaaat? Do we have to go home?" you whined leaning into him to keep yourself upright.

"F/N, it's almost two. There's no where else to go." he opened the passenger door for you.

"We could go to your place." you suggested glancing up at him with rosy cheeks.

He flushed hard.

"Wait!" you stepped back throwing your hands against his chest, "N-not like that! I-I mean to keep drinking. I just don't wanna go home yet."

Zoro quickly regained his composure and hoisted you into the truck, "That's fine but all I have is saké."

"I looooove saké!" you cheered fumbling with the seatbelt.

He closed the door and rounded the truck shaking his head. You were definitely a handful. When he climbed into the drivers seat you were still talking.

"You know we have an office in Japan? The saké is better there."

"You worked in Japan?" he asked.

"No I ran London, but I've been a few times." you paused and gasped startling the greenette, "We should go!"

"Go where?"

"Japan!" you grabbed his arm enthusiastically.

"Sure." he snorted.

"And you can see a real dojo that's like hundreds of years old."

He peeked at you sideways at the stoplight as you continued making travel plans you'd never remember. You quieted down realizing you were being stared at.

"I'm serious."

He chuckled at your pouty tone, "I can see that. Maybe we'll revisit the subject when you're sober."

"I'm not that dr-unk!" you hiccupped.

He laughed again.

"Bad timing!" you playfully slapped his arm.

"Stop yelling woman." he covered your mouth with his right hand.

"Sorry." you muttered against his palm sending a shiver through him.

He quickly retacted his hand and made the turn into the apartment complex.

"We'll just have a couple. You're drunk enough." he placed two small white cups on the coffee table in front of you and turned back toward the small kitchen.

"I'm fiiiine." you giggled pulling your legs up onto the leather sofa.

"Sure." he agreed returning with a chilled bottle.

"You don't drink it warm?"

"Normally yes but this is plum, it's better cold." he took a seat on the floor across from you.

You tilted your head.

"What?" he asked removing the cap and filling the cups.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy who likes sweet drinks."

"I'm not but this was a gift and you like sweet drinks so why not?"

You flushed briefly that he knew your preference forgetting in your haze that he had served you before you knew him. Zoro pushed your cup across the table and watched you concentrate on picking it up without spilling.

How was every face you made so cute?

Slowly you leaned forward with your cup out in front of you. Zoro did the same tapping the lip of his cup to yours.

"Kanpai!" you cheered bringing the sweet liquid to your lips.

He mirrored you and downed the cold drink. It was surprisingly good. Not too sweet with a pleasant plum aftertaste. You set your cup down near the bottle indicating you'd like more.

"That was so good. Whoever gave it to you must have some money, I don't think that bottle is cheap."

"He does." Zoro chuckled pouring another round.

Soon the bottle was empty and you were lying back on the sofa lazily singing a song you'd had stuck in your head. He quietly observed you from his spot on the floor. Slowly the words to the cheerful tune you sang turned into some sort of chant.

"More, more, more moooooooooore,"

"I'm not sure you can handle more." he murmured meeting your half lidded gaze.

"How rude." you gasped in feigned offense.

"Hush, you know you've had enough. How about some water?" he suggested rising to his feet, "You're gonna feel like shit in the morning."

"You worry too much." you tried to sit up and failed falling back into the cushions.

Zoro chuckled and passed you to get a couple of water bottles from the kitchen. When he returned you had fallen asleep. Shaking his head he bent down to scoop you up tensing when you whimpered and snuggled into his warmth. You stirred when he placed you on the mattress muttering that it was hot.

"Here." he pulled a shirt from his dresser and handed it to you before grabbing a blanket, "the bathroom is right across from the foot of the bed. You can wear that to sleep if you want. I'll be on the couch so, call me if you need something."

"Greenie," you called weakly rolling over to face him, "stay in here with me."

A rosy pink dusted his cheeks, "I don't think that's a great idea."

"Because you think I'm sexy?" you boldly teased.

"Exactly," he deadpanned, "go back to sleep."

With that he switched off the light and left the room before he lost his will to not hop in the bed with you.

_____________________

You sat in the bed wracking your clouded brain trying to remember where you'd ended up and what you had done, if anything.

"Fuck." you whispered as the bathroom door opened and Zoro stepped out with a towel lazily tossed over his wet hair.

#the one #x reader #one piece #marco the phoenix #roronoa zoro #shanks #whitebeard pirates #zoro roronoa x reader #lyndsyh24 #slow burn

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xbalayage · 1 year

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could I request “i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and …” from the prompt list with silvio?

Silvio/Reader [His POV] Fluff WC: 968 A/N: This is a sequel to another fic I wrote called Bastard. I suggest reading that one first before this one. :)

I had returned home to Benitoite; I did what I needed to do for the old fart and didn't have anythin' much to report on. Truth be told, I saw and heard a couple things: like that woman definitely being Belle and the previous King was dead or I had finally found Valerio after all these years - but I hate the man enough to not tell him any of it. He can get his own hands dirty and figure that shit out. I'm not his damn dog. And of course he wasn't happy about it.

But it's been a month now, and I don't even get why I've been countin' down the days since I last saw you. I didn't even understand why that bothered me so much. I tried biding my time with my usual pleasures; but just like before, it never quenched the internal longing I kept feelin'. I'd drink alcohol like it was water, I'd chug water till the very last drop, spent time with any ol' woman or lady who'd bend over backwards for my time and attention. I'd rain them with my vast amount of wealth and they'd wag their tails happily, wantin' nothing more than to warm my bed at night.

It was never enough, I felt sick to my stomach and repulsed. I could never take enough showers to wipe their filthy marks from my body, never lettin' them stay past the night either. And fucking try as I might, my mind was still on you.

Ugh, I hate her. I hate her, with her voice, and her perfect hair, and her deep eyes, and ... shit, just get out of my head! You weren't even here and you were annoying the crap out of me! But -- is that what it was? I took a good long look in the mirror, I had a talk with my inner self and I realized something. This was fucking stupid.

I packed my shit and hopped onto one of my ships and set sail back to Rhodolite. I knew where you'd be, I'd bet my entire fortune on it. It took a while but the second my eyes set sight on the land known for their roses, my heart started to pick up in pace. Why's my stupid heart racin' the closer I get to seeing you? What I'm feelin' couldn't possibly ... no, it can't be. While in town, I decided to spend some money into the Rhodolite economy and buy roses. I wanted to buy more but my heart stopped the second I saw you from the corner of my eye. Finally, there you were.

And it's almost like you noticed me too, because those deep eyes met mine; ah shit, why's my face burning up and my hands gettin' all clammy now!? I couldn't find it in me to move, but you made that decision for me as your bright smile raced over until you were right in front of me. You... were right in front of me.

"Hello, Prince Silvio! What're you doing here in Rhodolite?" your voice was as sweet as I kept imagining it for a month straight. But before I could respond, you noticed the bouquet of roses in my hands. "What are the roses for?" Ah, I couldn't say they were for you. How would that make me look?

"It's not like I thought about ya or anythin', don't be gettin' the wrong idea. I just happened to have these with me when I ran into you. And I don't need them anymore. Here." I was quick to push them into your arms so you couldn't say no. They weren't gems or anything, this was the best I could get last minute and they were freshly picked. I couldn't comprehend how your eyes began to shine at the sight of them; I offered an easy smile. I missed you smiling at me like that. "Take care of 'em, will ya?"

"They're so beautiful! But why are you giving these to me?" Damn it, don't make me say it while lookin' at me all doe-eyed! Just when I thought I had the heat on my cheeks under control too. You're just too adorable, huh?

"Like I said, I just had 'em and it was just luck that you showed up. So I thought they'd do better with you than with me. Plus they suit ya, I'm not much of a roses guy. And--" I gave pause, just staring at you for a second, trying to find the words I wanted to say next. I closed my eyes to gather the courage. "I'm sorry, a'right? About.. before. I didn't mean it, and I wasn't tryna make you upset."

You looked at me dumbfounded like that was the last thing you expected to leave my mouth. I can't say I blame ya, I was outta line. I just want ya to forgive me, I don't think I could take another month not being around you. And as if you were reading my mind, you responded with that sickly sweet smile. "I didn't think you remembered or that it even mattered. I didn't expect that of you," you paused to smell the roses before continuing, "I accept your apology, Prince Silvio."

I smiled, genuinely smiled. You've got me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? "So, what do you say 'bout me takin' you out? I'm not in town for long, how about it?"

This heart racing feeling must've meant something because it never stopped the moment I was with you. It persisted the entire time too. My heart felt lighter however, my throat didn't feel as painful anymore too. Heh, is this what love felt like? I wouldn't question it for now - just being able to see ya again was enough.

taglist; @nightghoul381, @yvelk, @celiciaa, @drachonia, @alvieeru, @aquagirl1978, @here-for-gilbert, @widowbunny, @exhausted-courtroom-mom, @randonauticrap, @maries-gallery, @violettduchess, @strawberry-scum, @tele86, @lunaaka

#silvio #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri fanfic #fics.#my fics.#mini drabble event.

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mrhowells · 1 year

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Smallville 4x03

such an iconic episode, I'm so ready😩 (edit: ignore any typos you might find, I was going through it💀)

NOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO FKN FUNNY PLS LOOK AT THIS MAN'S HAIR I CAN'T BREATHE

Honestly I'm so thankful that not a single one of my schools was like this, it's like everyone just reached an unspoken agreement that bullying was uncool and we'd mind our own business.

needles😬

"Have I told you how much I'm gonna miss you?"

no you haven't but you definitely should, go on😌

*in unison* around where????

HELL YEAH FORCED PROXIMITY FTW

"Come on, do you know how many people would kill to relive their senior year of high school?"

No way in hell, and I had a relatively peaceful experience💀😭

"The last thing I want to be is a reporter."

She would absolutely be perfect but let's get one thing straight: If there's a person on this show who knows when to mind their own fucking business, it's LOIS🤷🏻‍♀️

I mean both Chloe and Lois make valid points, she's 17 and while I totally understand why Abby did it, it really is a bit concerning. Especially considering her mother has been pushing her to do it for the last 3 years😬

I got a comment from a helpful user under my post for last episode (ty🥰), apparently Jason is roughly the same age as Lex?? And he started dating Lana when she was 17?? AND HE'S THE FKN ASSISTANT COACH AT SCHOOL?

Clark wants to try out for the team again🥺

Jonathan let Martha have a job off the farm dude come on, be supportive. YES THANK YOU

omg did he fake his parent's signature on the permission slip???

"...they want people to look at them differently."

he's making points🤷🏻‍♀️

UGH I'm so weak for happy, excited Clark just look at himmm😭🥹

"Maybe if I'd been more patient I would've seen who you really are." EEEEEEEW throw the whole man away🤢

honestly fuck everyone who destroyed her self-esteem to the point where she's flattered bc a crusty man like that shows interest

asjaksjaksj

he's not even denying it-

PLSSSS their faces, especially Lois😭

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

and look at Lois "not interested in journalism" Lane right on the story😌😌😌

I'm connecting some dots here and I don't like ittttt😬😬

"I still can't believe that you have a job at my school."

I feel like Lana has had more personality in these last few episodes than she had in the last 3 seasons combined, so that's great to see.

Lex knowssss👀

OMFG LOIS I LOVE YOU

I'mghfdjfghdj LOIS ARE U FREE ON MONDAY-

look at herrrrr😭 LISTEN IF I HAD CLARK'S POWERS-

I mean I agree that beauty is on the inside but that's very easy to say when you look like a literal angel💀 OOp evil surgery lady just said the same thing I did idk how to feel about that💀💀

I love that they're already establishing little things about her, she's messy, she can't spell etc. (though Chloe sounded a bit passive aggressive in both instances, maybe I'm just reading it wrong tho😬)

"It looks like Lois is one step ahead of us." THAT MAKES ME SO PROUD🥺🥺

Clark saving Lois and then Lois saving Clark is something so personal to me actually-

UGH LOOK AT THEMMMMMM😭

*kicks woman* "Bitch."

her lil smile seeing her article in the torch😭

yesss she has fans as she fucking should😌

(Can I just quickly say that as much as I love Homecoming, they could've had at least ONE person at the reunion remember Lois from high school, watching that shit left permanent scars on my soul, it was so cruel😭 Like come on, if reading her article was a "life changing experience" for some students, it would make total sense for SOMEONE to remember her. (yes I'm super salty and what about it))

FUUUUUUUCK I JUST REALIZED I HIT THE 30 IMAGE LIMIT AND I'M NOT EVEN AT THEE DUNK TANK SCENE😭 (off to delete some of them I guess😭)

omg here it comes

"Come on Lois, didn't those guys at the base teach you anything?" "Wouldn't you like to know."

akasjkasdjak YOU KNOW HE WOULD

they wanna bone so bad it makes them look like absolute fucking clowns there I said it

DOESN'TMATTERCAUSEYOU'REGOINGDOWNTHAT'LLBETHEDAYSKADWNKW can you tell I'm losing my last shred of dignity here

ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY CLEARED MY SKIN IMPROVED MY GRADES WALKED MY DOGS ETC THIS SCENE CHANGED MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-

and Tumblr won't even let me upload my 5732893 screenshots where's the justice😭

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x03 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #honestly tagging anyone else I mentioned in the post apart from these two would be clownery at this point #like i'm not gonna make some poor lex luthor fan who went into his tag scroll through this; I do have a conscience💀

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Stream of 4 minutes consciousness…

*sighs deeply like an old man weathered by life*

I’ve been through three different VPNs and three different countries on VIU to try and watch the uncut version of 4Minutes ep 2 and jfc I have finally succeeded

the effort I have gone to just so I can legally watch the series is honestly embarrassing (and I am fully unashamed about it lmao)

spoilers below for another post of my stupid thoughts while watching ep2…

?????? Who is this hooded figure??????? Who is BEATING someone to DEATH may I ask?????????

I rly wonder who this woman is???? And who her dead son is?????? Does it have something to do with Tonkla????? WHO KNOWS NOT ME

Tyme is so straight faced and serious in doctor mode

Ah GREAT MY BABY I will defend him with my life I’ve decided that rn

lol at the nurses gossiping abt tymes love life

Is that Greats friend arguing with his girlfriend??????

Great sitting in class all cute and distressed about his little seeing into the future problem

Ohh Dome…I fear you witnessed something you shouldn’t have

Title what the fuck have you done with your girlfriend?????? God he’s such a creepy dude

Omfg Great WHY ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH SUCH A FREAK

I love that all Great cares about is that someone might file a missing persons report about titles girlfriend even though his friend is a LITERAL KIDNAPPER

omfg Dome in the BOOT?????

GOOD BOY GREAT DON’T HELP UR FRIEND MURDER DOME

OMFG?????????????????????????

Oh the 4 mins thing is happening

NO DONT HURT GREAT MY BABY

Oohhhhh Tyme does boxing

Okay domes in the hospital and great has somehow hurt his head

PAHAHAHAH Tyme checking himself out in the mirror so he can go and treat the patient he has a crush on

omfg this interaction is so awkwardly tension filled AND I OOP

TYME STEPPING INTO GREATS LEGS LIKE THAT AND MAKING HIM PANIC THIS IS ROMANTIC COMEDY GOLD

Greats like: FUCK this is the beautiful man I’ve been having SEX VISIONS ABOUT

omg Tyme subtly flirting with Great as he treats his wound is killing me

PAHAHAHAH YEAH GREAT YOU STARE AT THAT WAIST … Tyme is a v sexy doctor I have to say

🥹…the way he held greats chin

you have good memory YEAH THATS BC HE FANCIES YOU GREAT jfc Tyme is so flirty I would fold so easily if he were my doctor

Idk if you should be asking people that Great it makes you sound crazy bby

Okay whose body have the police found?????TONKLAS BROTHER??????? poor bby😭😭😭😭 but WHO is Tonklas brother??

Again Greats outfit choices are impeccable

OMFG TITLE YOU ARE A PSYCHO why are you literally fighting Great?!?? Omfg don’t kill him Title

WHERE DID TYME COME FROM??????????? okay there must be two different timelines playing I don’t know how else that would happen

AWWWW TYME YOU WERE WORRIED

YEAH GREAT YOU TAKE THE SEXY MANS NUMBER

oh and we’re back at that weird gambling den that Korn has been so graciously given

Oh poor Tonkla😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Korn you have no idea you just hung up on your grieving lover😭 ugh this is messy😭

I feel like having a violin player in that tiny office is so unnecessary lmao

Ooohhhhhh Korn you really are in some deep shit aren’t you

Why is Korn in Fahs BEDROOM?? what is going on here? WHY ARE YOU NAKED????? Are you lovers?? Is this an agreement?????? Friends with benefits???? ….the slurp

Tonkla the nice policeman is checking on you bc he thinks you’re pretty!!!!!

OMG TYME????? YOURE THE ONE WHO PUT A MOLE IN KORNS GAMBLING DEN????????

but FOR WHY?????????????

Jesus that was another amazing episode

#I’m so normal about this #can you tell #4 minutes #4minutes #4 minutes the series #peachy’s series reaction

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 022-031 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

First half of Report 1.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below.

[As a note for plain text, [#] indicates a secret input and “x~” are for the holding inputs.]

p. 22

Report 1: Ulala Back in Action!

Location:The Space Symphony 12 People to Rescue, 7 Secret Inputs

The Space Symphony… this is where the whole incident began. It was our mission to get to the bottom of why this mysterious dance gang, the self-declared “Rhythm Rogues,” were invading the ship. …And as to how we, the Space Police, were beaten to the punch by Channel 5. It's still a bit irritating, admittedly…

Level 4 Groove 018

Right Left Right Left Woof Woof Woof

p. 23

Travel Guide

Space Symphony · Lounge Space Symphony · Lookout Dome

Level 4 Groove 019

Right Right Righ- Righ- Woof Woof Woof

p. 24

Space Symphony · Lounge A

Dancing

Ulala’s Hearts: 7 The intro "Jan, Jan, Jaaan!" has hidden inputs between the second and third beats. After that, the Dance Battle against the Rhythm Rogues finally starts, but it’s pretty low stakes. If you pay attention to the news bulletin, you shouldn’t have any problems with the long input "chu~" parts. By the way, there is a secret input on the “yay,” which will be a frequently reoccurring input later on. Be sure to make note of it.

Jan, Jan [1], Jaaan [2]

“Whether you like it or not, Dance Battle!”

01 ⇧ ⇧ ⇧ 02 ⇩ ⇩ ⇩ 03 ⇨ ⇦ ⇨ ⇦

04 x x x 05 x x x~ x 06 x~ x x x

Level 4 Groove 020

Up Down Down Woof Woof Woof

p. 25

07 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x x x 08 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x x x 09 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x x x 10 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x~ x

Chalalalalala Yay! [3]

Rescue 019. Money Bags 022. The Heart Woman

Level 4 Groove 021

Dow- Down- Down

p. 26

Space Symphony · Lounge B

Shooting

Ulala’s Hearts: 12 This section is for learning the basics of shooting. There's a pattern to it; X for attacking and O for rescuing. Even if you make a few mistakes, you'll still be able rescue plenty of people. Seems like the completion of the character profile index relies on your rescue aim, but that's not the Eastern Sector Space Police's business. Ah, right, the "whoo!" near the end also has a secret input.

“Use the X button to shoot the robots!”

11 ⇧ x 12 ⇧ x 13 ⇧ x x x

14 ⇦ x 15 ⇨ x 16 ⇦ x ⇨ x

Level 4 Groove 022

Dow- Down- Down

p. 27

17 ⇧ o o 18 ⇨ o o 19 ⇦ o o o 20 ⇧ x x x

21 ⇦ x ⇧ o 22 ⇧ x ⇨ o 23 ⇨ x ⇦ o 24 ⇦ x ⇧ x ⇨ x

25 ⇦ x x 26 ⇨ x x 27 ⇧ x

Whoo! [4]

Rescue 018. Space Granny 024. Neo-Japan Astronaut 1 021. Mr. Dreadlocks 025. Neo-Japan Astronaut 2 026. Neo-Japan Astronaut 3 027. Neo-Japan Astronaut 4

028. Neo-Japan Astronaut 5 023. Nice Middle 021. Chorus Lady

Level 4 Groove 022

Dow- Down- Up

p. 28

Space Symphony · Lounge C

Dancing

Ulala’s Hearts: 6 Now it’s a dance paired with a song… The lyrics may change between the enemies and allies, but the timing of the inputs remain exactly the same. Be cautious and don’t let the enemy's singing sidetrack you. At the end, if you successfully rescue the Space Guide, the next secret input will be signaled by one last "whoo!" Surely you’ve memorized the pattern by now, haven't you?

“You should be taken seriously, first our name!”

9. Singing

“We are known as the Rhythm Rogues” 28 “You can't fool us not anymore” x x x “Can't keep us from dancing” 29 “Move your feet, and don't get beat“ o o

10.

30 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ x x x 31 ⇨ ⇨ ⇦ ⇦ x x x 32 x x x x o o o

Level 4 Groove 024

Woof

p. 29

11. Timed Chu

33. ⇦ ⇦ 34. ⇨ ⇨ 35. ⇧⇩ 36. x 37. o 38. x 39. o 40. x

Pine’s Comment: The turns change faster near this point. Expect it to stay the same beat and you’ll be too slow on the inputs. A real shock to your eyes, too. The commands pass by in a flash with no room to rely on your memory.

Whoo! [5]

Rescue 017. Space Guide

Level 1 Groove 025

Right Left Right Left Right Left Righ- Lef-

p. 30

Space Symphony · Lounge D

Finale!

“Ugh, not again, robots incoming! Use the X button beam when you hear ‘Chu!"

Chu! Chu! Chu! Staaaay Tuned! [6]

Level 1 Groove 026

Up Down Up Down Up Down Uh- Down-

p. 31

Morolian to Morolian Communication

Pudding: Get your coverage from Channel 42! Good evening, everybody, it's me, Pudding! Hey, hey, you're all hooked up, right? So, just to get this out of the way, could you guys tell me what you're up to since the last incident? Cred: Pudding wants to know, moro? Pudding: Yes, but I want you to describe it to the audience. Morolian Boss: That sounds fine, moro. Morolian Eight: We're in the reporting biz now. Everyone keep watching for Moro-Channel 5! We'll be following up on the Rhythm Rogues Incident. Don't go skipping our show by pressing the start button. Morolian Cameraman: Television is a very interesting thing, moro. It's super sexy and addicting, moro. Plurp: But it's not all fun and games, moro. Gromb: The live reports were pretty tough, moro. Pudding: Huh, which part? Proonk: You know, moro, the part where we have to stay off-screen and wait for our cue to come on, moro. Cred: Aah, you mean the Secret Inputs, where we need to pop-up when it's done correctly, right moro? Blib: That's right, moro. Yaroo: But if the player doesn't input the command, you just have to wait and wait; it's a real pain, moro. Cred: You can say that again, moro. Blib: Wait then jump all over the screen, moro.To the right, then the left, then the bottom: it was all super hard for me, moro. Proonk: Yeah, those sudden changes in position take a lot of energy, doesn't they, moro? Yaroo: It's really hard, moro. I could feel my blood rushing to the tips of my antennae, moro. Gromb: It was a tough time, wasn't it, moro? (In deep thought) Plurp: Oh, by the way, why don’t we show up in Report 2’s Space Park even if they got the Secret Input right, moro? Why was it just the sound effect, moro? Morolian Leader: I dunno, moro. Maybe they just didn't get there in time, moro? Morolian Eight: Maybe, moro. Pudding: Wha-what are you talking about? Tell me! Morolian Eight: Well, I really didn’t have the time for “Pop-up-Moro” since I was busy recording stuff for Moro-Channel 5. Morolian Boss: What a joke, moro. Morolian Cameraman: Yeah, no excuses, moro. Pudding: Anyway, aren't you guys gonna go back to Morodia? Proonk: It's too much of a hassle to go back, moro. Morolian Cameraman: Come to think of it, I don't even remember the way back, moro. I guess we have no choice but to work at Moro-Channel 5 all the time now, moro? Morolian Boss: That's fine, moro.

Level 1 Groove 027

Up Left Up Left Up Left Uh- Lef-

#space channel 5 #Space Channel 5 part 2 #Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book #translations #ulala #shadow #pine #morolians #pudding

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ballplayersxo · 1 year

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i need that anon to come back and give me a mlre detailed d report of kuz paolo and ben like SMUTTT i need to know

kuz: this was 2018. he was honestly so cool personality wise, always complimenting me and checking in. ik he was talking to hella girls in la though. dick wise was good. hes average size. hes not the best eater and only did it drunk lol. hes sooo good at fucking though. i see why all his exes keep tabs on him. you wouldnt assume so. so sensual and its always fun. he also lovessss pillow talking and wanted to discuss what i liked and didnt like and vice versa. i loved how he loved to make me cum. leos are so good in bed i swear.

ben: … okay so disappointing. hes so hot i was so nervous to be around him initially. he was sooo clingy before we met but as soon as we started fucking became on and off. the dick. is. BIG. i was so shocked. but hes horrible in bed. refused to kiss saying he hates kissing and only kisses his girlfriends. refused to eat me out saying he never did it and never would and girls that want their pussy ate arent wife material and hes so disappointed so many woman expect it?! but wants his dick sucked everyday. deadass told me his future girl is expected to suck him every morning and night and on command… all that AND HE DOESNT LAST. hes nutted just off 20 seconds of head. You cant forget about fucking. imagine him lasting a minute being considered a long time. cant stroke either. only missionary bc seeing ass makes him nut before he can put it in. and he wants “rounds” aka nutting in 30 seconds, resting ten minutes then repeat. im getting mad typing ughh. cant believe it lasted a year… i was down bad. we had a huge fight.

paolo: a stallion. this man is BIG. All three are around the same height and ben is muscular too but paolo is HUGE. he also has such bde. i was nervous in his presence. i could tell he wanted to FUCK fuck. his eyes are mesmerizing, a honey brown. he has a gentle voice and touch and just makes you melttt. so sexual. he was telling me how he was gonna eat me and DELIVERED. A MUNCH!!!! ugh hes literally the best eater ive ever had. his dick is sooo big and girthy too and HEAVY. that bitch hurt to hold. he also fucks good. theres been times hes nutted quick or his rhythm was off but hes still a baby and was improving everytime. but he was also hot and cold. like hed ghost me after an amazing session then call me 50 times. hes also my most recent of the three and my fave of them.

i have many thoughts. first with ben, there seems to be a clear difference in how he is with girlfriends vs flings. cause this is not the ben i’ve read about 😭 it’s not the ben that seems to have the girls going crazy like??? i’m so disappointed. but paolo??? yeah, i need it expeditiously. i’m seeing him in a new light y’all i can’t deny it anymore 💔 i always knew the body gave but now? yeah. yeah.

#kyle kuzma #ben simmons #paolo banchero

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years

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Ikemen Sengoku (JP)

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 1 Part 2

Kicho's subordinate: "Lord Kicho, excuse me."

Kicho: "Yeah?"

The man who called him straightened his back as Kicho looked up from the document in his hand.

Kicho: "What do you want?"

Kicho's subordinate: "A new servant is coming to work at the trading post."

Kicho's subordinate: "She's from the countryside. I have all the information here."

Kicho: "I see. Put it there."

Kicho's subordinate: "Yes, sir."

The man bowed and placed the papers on the table in front of Kicho.

Kicho's subordinate: "Lord Kicho. The other day, the two spies seemed to have disappeared."

Kicho: "Yeah. I already received the report."

Kicho's subordinate: "Is this woman all right?"

Kicho: "Even if she's a spy, she won't pose much of a threat."

Kicho: "Those two guys couldn't even prevent the attack on Azuchi Castle the other day."

Kicho: "No matter how hard they try, they can't screw up my plans."

Kicho's subordinate: "Yes, sir."

The man bowed deeply and left the room.

Alone in the room again, Kicho looked at the papers in front of him.

Kicho: "Mai, huh?"

Kicho: "There won't be any problems. If you get in my way, I'll just have to dispose of you."

Mai: "The water is clear and beautiful, and there are lots of fish."

(If we catch some, maybe we can have it for dinner tonight and maybe do some camping.)

Mitsuhide: "Mai."

(But how can I start a fire? There's no such thing as lighters in this era.)

(I used to take it for granted, but that thing was really useful.)

Mitsuhide: "Oh? Are these ears of yours just for decoration?"

Mai: "Waaah!"

Suddenly, someone lightly tugged my ears, making my heart jump.

Mai: "Mitsuhide! What the heck are you doing all of a sudden!?"

Mitsuhide: "You were looking at the river and didn't seem to hear what I was saying."

Mitsuhide: "I just wanted to make sure these ears weren't fake."

Mai: "They're real, you know!"

Mitsuhide: "Good. Come on, let's continue our morning study."

Mai: "What? I thought we were taking a break at the river?"

Mitsuhide: "We're taking a break from the horseback riding lesson. You need to use your head while your body rests."

Mai: "Ugh!"

It was only a few days ago that I told them that I was going to visit Kicho as a spy.

Reactions were mixed: some were concerned, while others burst out laughing.

They also raised some concerns about whether I would really be of any use, but surprisingly, Mitsuhide said in front of everyone that he would accompany me and teach me along the way.

(I was also worried because I said I would go on a spur-of-the-moment decision, that's why I was relieved to hear Mitsuhide's words.)

Mitsuhide: "Maybe I should check if that head of yours is fake, too."

Mai: "S-Sorry! Please continue!"

(I didn't expect this kind of Spartan lesson.)

Mitsuhide gave me lectures in the morning, horseback riding while traveling, and self-defense in the evening and at night.

And what we are about to start was a continuation of the morning's lecture.

(That's how little time I have.)

(I can't be weak since I'm the one who brought this up.)

As I straightened my posture, Mitsuhide began to arrange the colored stones he had found on the riverbank on a large rock nearby.

(Let's see, this is Kenshin Uesugi, Shingen Takeda, and Kennyo.)

As I watched his hand move swiftly, I recalled the names of the people mentioned in the lecture.

Kenshin Uesugi and Shingen Takeda, rumored to be dead, were said to be alive and working together.

(I think Sasuke is working with those guys.)

(He told me on the night of the Honnoji Incident that they were alive, but I didn't tell anyone because it would look suspicious that a woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere had all kinds of information.)

It was also discovered that the culprit behind the Honnoji incident was a man named Kennyo.

(I think that guy is a monk. We met in the forest that night, so I talked to Mitsuhide about him.)

(I had my suspicions that he looked like the person who attacked Nobunaga, but I had no idea he was the mastermind.)

It looked like they were not making any major moves at this point. However, if they clashed with each other, it would turn into a big war.

Mitsuhide also told me a lot about the situation here, saying I should remember a few things.

Mitsuhide: "And this is where you're headed."

Finally, he put down the stone with a thump.

Mitsuhide: "Sakai. It's a port town facing the sea where foreign merchant ships come."

Mitsuhide: "He's in a foreign trading post in Sakai."

Mai: "So, Kicho is there."

The sound of the stream faded away as I stared at the shiny white stone.

Mai: "Um, is there anything else?"

Mitsuhide: "Anything else?"

Mai: "About Kicho. Something that could tell me about his personality."

Mai: "You guys were originally friends, right?"

Mitsuhide: "Let's see."

Mitsuhide ran his fingertips over his lips thoughtfully.

Mitsuhide: "That man is my cousin."

Mai: "What!? So you knew him before he came to the Oda army?"

Mitsuhide: "Well, I wonder about that."

Mitsuhide: "Seeing is believing, as they say. Why don't you see it for yourself?"

Mai: "But一!"

Mitsuhide: "Let's move on now. Break's over."

He left a gentle smile and quickly walked away.

(Yeah, I'm curious, but it can't be helped. I'll put that aside for now.)

(If I think about anything else, I'll get knocked off that horse again.)

And after a few days of building a trusting relationship with the horse while undergoing his Spartan training一

(I'm finally here!)

As I felt every muscle in my body tremble, I hugged my bag and wandered through the town of Sakai.

We didn't know where Kicho's men were, so Mitsuhide and I decided to part ways shortly before entering the town.

(Now that I'm here, it means I'm already in hostile territory.)

(Anyway, I need to get to the trading post. Let's see. I think this is the way to get there.)

Mai: "Hmm?"

Suddenly, I noticed there was a commotion around me. The next thing I knew, lively music was playing, making me turn my head in the sound's direction.

(Are those people in flashy outfits dancers? It looks like a parade.)

Mai: "Whoa!"

Perhaps trying to clear a path for the group, everyone suddenly moved backward.

My legs, still screaming from exhaustion, wobbled, causing me to fall like a domino straight into someone else.

???: "............."

Mai: "Crap. S-Sorry!"

I quickly moved away and bowed my head, but he didn't respond, making me anxious, so I quietly peeked at his expression.

(-----!)

His face was emotionless, like a Noh mask.

Only his hazel-green eyes, framed by dark circles, shone brightly.

(He's so pretty.)

(Wait, this is not the time to gawk!)

Realizing that it was rude to stare at him, I decided to speak up.

Mai: “Are you hurt!?”

???: “I’m fine. Are you all right?”

Mai: “Yes, I just tripped a little.”

Mai: “You actually saved me.”

(If it weren’t for this guy, I would’ve faceplanted on the ground.)

???: “I see. That group always passed by in the afternoon. You should remember that.”

(So, around 12 o’clock in the afternoon.)

Mai: “Got it. Thank you very much.”

Mai: “Um, are you familiar with this town?”

???: “Yeah. I do business here.”

(Good to know!)

Mai: “Actually, I’m looking for a trading post around here.”

Mai: “Do you know anything about it? Any rumors spreading around town?”

???: “Oh? What exactly do you want to know?”

Mai: “Well, let’s see...”

Mai: “What kind of guy is the head of that trading post?”

???: “What kind of guy? Are you interested in his personality? Do you have a business meeting scheduled later?”

???: “You don’t look like a merchant. Or do you have some other purpose?”

(Damn it, am I being suspicious already?)

I felt his gaze sharpen slightly, and I hurriedly shook my head.

Mai: "No, I'm not a merchant. I'm just a simple country girl!"

Mai: "I'm supposed to start my apprenticeship there today, but I'm a little nervous because I don't know what to expect."

???: "I see."

He listened to me and squinted his beautiful eyes.

???: "What's your name?"

Mai: "My name is Mai."

???: "I see. Then Mai, let's go."

Mai: "Excuse me?"

???: "I couldn't give you information, but I can guide you to the trading post."

Mai: "Are you sure?"

???: "Yes. I was just on my way there."

(Maybe he's a business partner or something.)

(At any rate, I'm glad I met this guy.)

My heart was still beating fast from nervousness, but I thought I got off to a pretty good start.

Feeling a little positive, I followed his back as his white cloak fluttered through the crowd.

He showed me around the Japanese-Western-style trading post and led me to the entrance lined with equally maintained shrubs.

Opening the wooden door, he beckoned me inside.

???: "This way."

Mai: "Okay, thanks."

(Ugh, I'm so nervous.)

I sat down on the sofa, feeling restless.

(Is this a guest room?)

The luxurious interior of the room, just like the outside, was in Japanese-Western style, with unique-looking furniture.

(This guy is amazing. He's totally at home in this room.)

(He didn't get lost at all. He looks like he's used to this place.)

The way he leaned back on the sofa with his legs lightly crossed was very graceful and elegant.

It was not surprising that he had connections with this trading post.

Mai: "Thank you for showing me the way here."

Mai: "I think I'll stay outside since I don't think it's a good idea for a servant to wait in here."

???: "No problem. You're here for the manager, right?"

Mai: "Yes, but don't you have a business meeting with him first?"

???: "I don't remember ever saying that. And I don't recall ever telling you my name."

(Oh.my.god.)

Kicho: "My name is Kicho. I'm the head of this trading post."

Mai: "-----!"

My whole body tensed up.

(This is the guy.)

(The mastermind behind the attack and our enemy!)

I was unable to say anything as Kicho quietly observed me with his purplish black hair slightly swaying.

He was looking at me with eyes that were trying to uncover everything.

(I have to say something. If he gets suspicious, I'm done for.)

(In the first place, I didn't reveal anything.)

With my head still in a mess, I desperately breathed in and一

Mai: "I'm so sorry!"

I bowed my head as best I could while I stood up from the sofa.

Mai: "I didn't know you were the boss."

Mai: "I'm really sorry if I said something that might have offended you and for treating you so casually."

Mai: "Please don't fire me!"

Kicho: "Raise your head. I will do no such thing."

Kicho: "You told me yourself you were a servant here, but I was the one who didn't give you my name."

I was relieved to hear Kicho's words back.

(He's very discreet with people he's never met before.)

(It's probably a good thing I didn't know him. Otherwise, I might have unintentionally said something stupid.)

Kicho: "Is all your stuff in that one bundle you're carrying?"

Mai: "Yes."

Kicho: "Then wait here for a moment. I'll call someone else to guide you."

Kicho: "You don't have to do anything today, just go to your room and rest."

As he said this, he stood up.

Kicho's subordinate: "Excuse me."

A man entered the guest room.

Kicho: "Have they arrived?"

Kicho's subordinate: "Yes. Should I escort them here?"

Kicho: "No, I'll go there myself. To thank them for their hospitality the other day, I've prepared some souvenirs for them."

Kicho's subordinate: "Yes, I'll bring it now."

His subordinate thanked him and quickly left the room.

Mai: "Um, where are you going?"

Kicho: "The port. There's a merchant ship coming from England."

Mai: "That's pretty far."

(I'm pretty sure it's the UK.)

Kicho: "You know about it? It's a small country, but I didn't realize the name had made its way to a village in the countryside."

Mai: "Um, that's not where I heard it. I studied a bit after I decided to work here since I'm not that smart."

(I didn't learn about England from Mitsuhide, but I need to lie.)

Mai: "You said I don't have to do anything today, so can I go with you? I promise I won't get in your way."

Mai: "I've never seen a big ship before."

Kicho: ".............."

I tried smiling a little sadly to emphasize my interest in the ship as Kicho stared at me blankly.

Kicho: “All right, you have my permission. The ‘big ship’ you’re referring to is called a galleon.”

Kicho: “If you come with me, stay by my side the whole time.”

Kicho: “If you make any suspicious move around the ships, I'll shoot you.”

Mai: “That’s a bit dangerous.”

Kicho: “I don’t want it to fall into other people’s hands. It’s a pretty rare flintlock gun, after all.”

(Flintlock gun!?)

I stopped thinking for a moment after hearing the weapon’s name.

The next moment, unable to stand still, I stood in front of him.

Mai: “Wait a minute. Are you going to pick some weapons now!?”

Kicho: “Yes. Is there a problem?”

Mai: “Yes! Because those weapons will end up in someone else’s hands again.”

Mai: “If you do that, it’ll make Japan even crazier.”

(Talking back might make me look suspicious, but I can’t just keep my mouth shut.)

Mai: “Right before I came here, I saw a place that was dear to someone get cruelly destroyed.”

Mai: “I think conflicts will happen if more people get their hands on weapons.”

Kicho: “That is my goal.”

Kicho: “I’ll incite the forces of various regions and disturb Japan. This trading post is for that purpose.”

(He said those things without a hint of hesitation.)

Mai: “A lot of people are going to die.”

Kicho: “…………..”

Kicho: “It’s a necessary sacrifice.”

He said it quietly and clearly.

He looked at me as if he was searching for something, making it impossible for me to say anything.

Kicho: "Move. Don't get in my way."

(No. If I push back here, he'll kick me out of the trading post.)

(My goal is not to stop him right now.)

Mai: "Okay."

Making excuses in my head as if they were valid reasons, I gently put my arm down.

He didn't say anything more, either. He just glanced at me coldly and walked out of the room.

Anyway, this was how my life as a spy began.

It started so poorly that I even resented the sunny sky.

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