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[mimicteruyo]

I've managed to keep the two writing sessions routine up for twelve days now. \o/

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7, day 12, working on cleaning up the base color for Frey's face/hair/eyes/etc before I start on actually doing shading. I know it looks like a whole lotta crap right now, but it'll look better the more I work on it, I promise 💜

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Heat | Wonwoo [NSFW]

Jeon Wonwoo - Seventeen

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~8.5k

Pairing: Wonwoo x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Acquaintances-to-Lovers, This One Actually Has Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Minor Background Character Gets Shot (Wow! Plot), Pet Names (Pretty, Pretty Girl, Princess, etc.), Daddy Kink (oops), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Wall Sex, Marking/Biting, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!)

Author's Note: This one has way more actual story than Hoshi's and Woozi's. Wonwoo tends to need time to warm up to people, so I didn't feel like I should do a quick one-night stand deal with him. So, I wrote in some story so he and the reader weren't total strangers.

-> Hoshi's <-

-> Woozi's <-

-> S.Coup's <- (2)

-> Mingyu's <-

Revised (1/30/25)

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"You have GOT to be kidding me…" You grumble, huffing a few harsh breaths, and trying again. There’s something stuck under the sand, and you really want to see if it’s worth anything. However, every time you get close to brushing enough sand from the surface to see the logo, a gust of wind covers it back up again. Adjusting your head covering over your mouth again so won’t sand in your mouth, you also brush off your goggles of the fine particles sticking to it. You’re starting to work up a sweat, the blowing dust and sand mixes with the perspiration and coats you in a horribly scratchy paste. Whatever is under the sand is big, and that’s what you’re looking for. However, you really need to determine the make and model of the crashed ship to determine if it’s worth reporting for salvage.

"Finally!" You groan, getting the metal brushed clean. You quickly snap a photo with your holo-tracker, the blue paint still relatively solid, enough to identify. The device spins, trying to connect to the extranet and you click your tongue as it takes for seemingly forever.

"What?!" You swear multiple times when the device flashes, 'no results found’. Maybe you can show it to someone at the Assembly office that’ll know something. You already have a few pictures and coordinates of a few smaller wrecks you can report, but they probably won’t grant very many credits. This thing is huge though, so at least the scrap metal will be worth something. Another blast of wind nearly knocks you over as you stand back up, trying to climb out of the small crater to get back to your rover. The crappy thing about wrecks on Sierra-Vector-Tango, since the entire planet is a desert, is that they’re quickly covered by sand; even if they create massive craters when they fall to the surface. However, that means more money for finding salvage than some other planets. Bad thing? Sand worms. Their saliva gets into the particles and can make it acidic, which makes digging through the sand more dangerous. This, once again, causes the number of credits to be higher.

"Let’s go back for now." You jerk back with your entire body weight as you pull the handle for the door of your rover. It finally opens and you huff, throwing the end of your head scarf aggressively to wrap it around your neck better. Crawling up and into your rover, you rest back in the seat, trying to catch your breath.  Pressing the button to start the vehicle it roars to life and the air conditioning flares to life and you just sit in the cooling air for a few minutes.

"Water!" You gasp dramatically, grabbing your canteen from the passenger seat, and drinking so aggressively the liquid spills out of your mouth some.

"For fuck's sake…" You groan hard, the water mixing with the layer of sand on your skin, thickening it.

"I need a real shower, with water." Shifting the gear of the rover, you start to drive back to the main road so you can start heading to the nearest Assembly office. It’ll be about an hour to Drent, and a little under two for Jaron, but you really don’t like going to Drent. Not only does it have the name of some dude-bro fuck boy, but it’s also full of them too. Drent has one of the biggest…adult establishments in that quadrant. Not only do they have sexy blue alien ladies dancing on tables, but it also allows you to sleep with them. Last time you went you nearly got mugged, and the guy just wanted your underwear. No thank you. Jaron is farther away, but a much nicer place and has a very old-style diner reminiscent of Terra from the 1950s. It’s cool to go somewhere that’s reminiscent of a time over two-hundred years in the past. Plus, they have a hotel with real water showers instead of the air-blasting kind that’s more common. It’ll be more expensive, but worth it.

"This time I wanna rock with you~" You sang along to the song playing over the speakers, drumming your hands on the steering wheel of your rover as you get back to the main road. Turning right to go north toward Jaron, you set the autopilot on and plug in the town, sitting back to watch the view as your rover drives itself. When you can start to see the sign for the town, you shut the auto-drive off and take control again. Large vehicles like yours aren’t allowed in the city proper, so when you reach the entry checkpoint, you pull off to the side and get out. The sun is setting, nearly below the horizon, stars starting to twinkle in the night sky. Getting out of the rover, you slam the door as hard as you can to get it to shut and go around to the back. Grabbing your big pack and smaller bag, you also have a make-shift safe that you keep smaller salvage pieces in. You let it fall to the sandy ground with a thud and jump back out. Keying in the code on the side, the rover beeps as it locks, and you head to the entry booth.

"How old is your rover?" The kid at the booth is at the most eighteen, and his condescending tone is completely unnecessary.

"Doesn't matter." You try not to sneer, slapping your credit chit on the counter and he slots it into the console. He really has no room to talk, his setup is just as old if not more so than you rover. Sliding the chit back out, he grab a small holo-disc and lets the machine stamp it with the time and date.

"Thank you." You emphasize with fake kindness, and he rolls his eyes as he lets you into the town. You let the parking disc fall into your bag along with your credit chit and start to head down the road. Your 'safe' is basically a suitcase that you made more secure and added a few locks to, so you can roll it behind you. The wheels thunk over the creases of the pavement and you wonder why the town is so dead. At that time, most people would be milling about after supper and going to bars and such. As you pass a store, you see a sign blinking on the glass advertising some kind of political rally, must be where everyone is at. At least the hotel is still being manned, though you aren’t sure the old man behind the counter is even still alive.

"Hello, dearie." He smiles up at you, wrinkles so prominent his eyes nearly disappear.

"Hello, sir. Can I get a single room for…" You think, sucking air through the side of your mouth in thought, "how much is four nights?"

"At 250 credits a night, that’ll be about a thousand…If you stay one more night, I will keep it that price?"

"Sweet! Thanks!" You smile back, digging through your bag to look for the chit once again. It’s a bit pricier than you normally like, but it’s worth it to get a shower with water.

"A single bed, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"I think we only have two-bed rooms…this one is two singles, does that work?"

"Sure!"

"Water shower?"

"Please~" You groan, and he chuckles.

"It’s quite slow today for the rally, so I do not think any restaurants are delivering…" The old man works faster than you thought he would and when he slides the chit back to you, he includes the room key. It looks like a glass playing card and has the room 24H-13 on it.

"It’ll be the second floor, take a right to the fourth hall, then its room thirteen." The old man smiles, and you thank him, heading for the elevator, the wheels whirling on the tile floor. Once you get to the room and inside, you put everything in the room hastily before dashing into the bathroom. After relieving yourself, you shed the extremely sandy clothes, and you notice what looks like an old-style clothes dryer in the corner. It only has two settings, one of which is covered with a piece of tape and the handwritten words, ‘FOR SAND,' on it.

"Perfect." You shrug and shove all of your clothes in the drum, shutting the door, and letting it spin and get rid of the dust and grit.

"Oh~" You hum in delight when you see the water heating panel on the wall. You plug in the best temperature and the water immediately comes out perfect. Standing under the spray, you stand for nearly ten minutes just letting the water flow over your tired body. Glancing up at the shower head, you click your tongue in annoyance, it’s fixed on the wall without a hose…

"Need to find a guy…" you grumble and then proceed to actually wash up. The soaps and cleansers all smell of Terra fruits and you wonder what they might taste like. Getting out of the shower nearly an hour later, you wrap a towel around yourself and your hair, heading back to the main room of the hotel. Flopping onto the bed, your stomach rumbles loudly, and you sigh dramatically. No delivery…The only place that’s probably open is the diner and luckily it’s right next door to the Assembly office in the strip mall. It’s always open since the employees of the Assembly will eat there most of the time, but they never deliver anyway. When your skin finally no longer feels wet or sticky, you put on your set of spare clothes and grab your smaller bag.

"Sandy." you mumble, going back to the bathroom, taking your now sand-free clothes out. Taking everything out of your bag and setting it on top of the machine, you put your bag in to get the sand off and while you wait, putting your boots back on. As it continues, you brush your hair out and braid it again. Looking at your face, you have a slight tan line from your goggles, but it’s nearly unnoticeable thanks to your head scarf covering most of the rest of your face. The machine dings and you retrieve the satchel, putting everything back and making sure you have your chit and keycard, you leave the hotel room to go get dinner. Waving to the old man at the desk, you dash out to the street and jog down the sidewalk. The rally is still going, you can hear the shouting and cheers in the distance. Must be a more local election or campaign because you don’t recognize the politician on the flyer. Most of the store fronts are closed, even as you turn the corner to get to the main street. In the distance, you see the light pouring out of the windows of the Assembly office and the diner, shining like a beacon among the darkened stores surrounding it. Like a good child, you look both ways before you cross the road, despite there not being anything or anyone nearby. The doors slide open when you approach the office and the guy behind the counter looks up lazily from where he’s counting something at the desk.

"Can I help you?" He sounds very tired. You dig in your bag once again and pull out your credit chit as well as your ID so he can see you’re a legit scavenger, but also a freelancer. Freelancers actually tend to gets more money than their own employees because they don’t have to pay benefits and all that other stuff.

"I'll let the Salvage Officer know you're here." The guy hands you your stuff back and you go to sit in the empty waiting area. Tapping your toe on the floor, you look into the entrance of the diner through the windows and door inside the office. There’s only one or two customers inside and just one waitress. There’s a guy sitting in the back corner, thin glasses perched on the end of his nose as he read. A paper book? Who has physical books anymore?

"(Y/N)." Your name is called by a familiar voice, and you smile at the owner.

"Junmyeon!" He motions with his head, and you follow him into his personal office.

"Didn’t know you’re working here now." You sit in front of his desk, and he chuckles, relaxing back into his office chair.

"I just transferred. What have you found?" He takes the holo-tracker from you when you hand it over and plugs it into his console.

"Most of them are small…" You dimple the corner of your mouth, looking at the monitor the best you can from your angle. He shifts the screen so you can see better, and you point to different marks and give more details.

"What one is this?" He’s looking at the blue logo and you shrug.

"I have no idea; it’s huge though. Looks like a Meteor-class size ship, maybe bigger. It’s totally covered and left a huge crater." You emphasize with hand motions, and he pans the picture out to get the measurements before he taps the logo so the computer can analyze it. As it spins you dig through your bag, looking to see if you have lip balm or something. You don’t notice your business friend simply watching you, more like staring. His eyes flash to your lips as you paint the balm on your lips with your ring finger. When the console dings, it brings both of your attention back to the machine.

"Oh, wow." He leans in to read the information.

"I need to make some calls, can you come back in a few hours?" He looks at you and you nod, standing.

"I can grab something to eat in the meantime!" You wave goodbye and don’t even notice when he tries to calls after you. Heading back to the front of the office, you go to the door leading to the diner and the door slides open with a ding.

"Just you, girlie?" The older waitress calls from behind the counter, and you nod, going to sit at said counter.

"What can I get for you?" she asks, sassily chewing her gum. You look over the menu and make your choice, pulling out your holo-tracker to play a game as you wait for your food. You glance over to the back corner over your shoulder, looking at the guy reading.

"Who is that?" you ask the waitress when she comes back with your drink.

"He's been hanging around here for a few days. I'm not sure what he's doing, but I know he's waiting for something. The secretary in the office might know." She nods back to where you had been, and you tell her you’ll be right back. Leaving your bag on your stool to save your spot, you jog back into the office and the guy at the desk casts you a tired glance.

"Who is that guy?" You point toward the back corner, leaning your elbows on the ledge of the front desk.

"He's a bounty hunter of some sort I believe. He’s looking for someone for some reason, and is waiting there for leads. He's offering money for any information." He shrugs and you nod in acknowledgement and head back to the eatery. Your food is ready by the time you get back, and the waitress chuckles at how fast you shovel it in. When you’re done, you hand her your chit and meander on over to the guy.

"I heard you're looking for someone?" You start casually and he looks up at you over his glasses and your eyes widen. He’s freaking gorgeous. His left eye is highlighted red, it seems he has some kind of hologram-like contact in it or something. His black hair is styled half up, his bangs resting over his brow. He’s got a few ear piercings, his left nostril has a simple loop ring, and a matching one in the middle of his bottom lip. A chain hangs around his neck with a pendant on the end that’s some kind of upside-down triangle design. He simply hums in response and puts a slip of paper in his book and shuts it, taking his glasses off. You sit on the end of the booth, a big gap between the two of you since he’s sitting in the corner of the circular seat. He slides his holo-tracker across the table showing you a blurry image from some kind of security feed. It’s a person, that’s about all you can tell, and they have a hood up over their head and only the bottom part of their face is visible.

"This it?" You look back at him, and he’s sitting there stiffly, just looking at you. He’s really hot, actually. He has a tan, old-style button up on with the top few buttons undone. His pants are a brown leather of some kind, and he’s got a belt on with an attached thigh-holster that holds a pistol blaster.

"They stole some schematics. I need them back more than to find the person." He taps the screen as he looks at it upside down and it shows a second image. The person has a cylinder with a strap hang over their back.

"It’s a set of old maps, they were stolen from the archives at the museum in the Capital." he explains, and you slide your finger over the full image, zooming out to see the area.

"You a bounty hunter?" You slide the holo-tracker back to him and he puts it back in his pocket.

"Not really. I'm a Ranger."

"You're a Ranger!?" You perk up and he seems taken aback by your sudden excitement. Rangers are a small and elite group, they’re essentially vigilantes, freelancers. They tend to do more things like rescues or arrests, or other odd jobs. They have a pretty strict rule of not killing.

"So, you want the maps but don't need the thief?"

"Yes. It would be nice to get both, though."

"Hm. I'll ask around and see, I travel quite a bit-"

"Scavenger?"

"Y-yeah." You chuckle nervously under his intense gaze.

"Be careful out there, if you get a lead, message me." He gets his tracker back out and you scanned his with yours to save his ID.

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Wonwoo…"

"(Y/N)." You smile and get up from the booth, going to retrieve your chit.

"I'll let you know!" You grin and wave goodbye, heading back in. Your timing is perfect because Junmyeon is finished and he tells you the first wrecks aren’t worth a whole lot, but the last one is.

"Two million credits?!" You balk at the number.

"Yeah. Seems it was some kind of cargo vessel, and they think it might still have all of the packages on it still. You can get even more depending on what's inside." He smiles at your gawk, and you finally shut your mouth.

"Woah..."

"I can get you the two million now-"

"Really!?"

"Yes." He chuckles and you dig your chit back out and he slides it into the console so he can transfer the credits.

"Shit…" you whisper, your hand shaking a bit as you take the chit back.

"Are…you staying in a hotel tonight?" Junmyeon asks as you scroll on your holo-tracker, admiring the giant number registered in your account.

"Yeah! I might upgrade my room~" You giggle, and he takes a breath, trying to psych himself up, but no words come out before you stand to leave.

"Thanks, Myeon! I'll make sure to come here when I can, kay?" You wave goodbye and he sighs as you dash out of his office. As you leave to head back to your hotel, you see that Wonwoo has left his booth, and you wonder why. Getting outside, you realize the rally has gotten out, floods of people now walking the streets, a big crowd heading toward the diner.

"Ew." You sneer at the globs of people and dash back to the hotel. When you get in the lobby, you skip up to the front counter, ready to ding the bell and call the nice old man out for assistance.

"Oh?" Someone is sitting in the lobby, a book in his hand.

"Run away from all the people?" You speak a bit louder so he can hear you and he glances up over his glasses again. His face isn’t quite as cold as before, but he isn’t smiling either.

"Yes." His tone is also lighter.

"There's about to be a bunch more. The campaign team is staying here and will be back soon." The old man comes out of the office, and you sneer as he laughs.

"Are you staying here too?" you ask Wonwoo who puts his book away and takes his glasses off.

"I hadn't checked in yet."

"We don’t have any more rooms available, sir. We just had an influx of online reservations since the rally got out so late…" The old man sighs, and you hum.

"I have a second single bed in my room…?" You suggest not meeting his eye as he comes to stand by you. He has a small duffle over his shoulder. His eyes finally meet yours, and he seems a little nervous, but you can only see it in his eyes, past that red glowing contact.

"Is that alright with you?"

"Yes? I wouldn’t have offered otherwise…" You huff and the old man hums.

"Here, I will get you a key as well." You both wait and when Wonwoo receives the clear keycard, you both scurry to elevator, people starting to enter the lobby. Neither of you say anything till you shut the door to the hotel room.

"Are you sure this is okay?" you ask him, he’s even stiffer than before.

"Y-yes." He clears his throat, and he goes further into the room, taking the bed near the window since your stuff is on the other one. He tells you he’s going to shower, and you nod as he dashes past you. Sighing, you shake away some very impure thoughts, and go to your safe, rolling it over to the bench under the clothing rack and hauling it up onto it with a grunt. It takes two physical keys as well as two padlocks and a dial lock. You click each one open and then you’re able to open it. The air seal 'shunks' as you open it, and you carefully rest the lid on the wall so it won’t scratch it. Looking over your objects, you have some small crystal-like artifacts that you’re worried just fakes from some kind of gift shop. You also have some intact parts for ship consoles and even jewelry. There had been just a random case you found washed up on the shore of an oasis once that had gold and silver necklaces and rings inside. It’s never reported missing, so you just kept them. Other bits and pieces are inside as well, and your mind goes back to the image Wonwoo had shown you. The hood was what caught your eye. The person was experienced, knowing how to hide their face from all angles, so they’re probably an experienced thief. Who would want ancient maps though? Especially from Terra.

"What is all that?" His deep voice startles you; you hadn’t even heard the bathroom door open. Glancing up, you swallow hard at the sight. He’s put most of his clothes back on, but his shirt is still unbuttoned, allowing you to see his toned torso. He’s flops a towel onto his head to dry his hair and puts his glasses back on. Trying to ignore how freaking sexy he is, you clear your throat and start to point things out. When you get to the crystals, you let him pick up the one that’s shaped like a pyramid.

"I don’t know if they’re worth anything, they might be fakes.”

"Have you shone light through them?" he asks, and you hadn't even thought of it.

"No?" He hands it back and you dig through your bag and find your flashlight, holding it to the crystal.

"Woah!" You gasp as a map of the stars shines on the ceiling as the light passes through the crystal.

"Is it worth anything?" you ask him. It’s cool but could still theoretically be from a gift shop.

"The fakes have a button to turn on the light, that's the real deal. Where did you find them?" He’s buttoning his shirt up, unfortunately, picking up the three other crystals and coming to sit on his bed across from you. There’s a sphere, one that looks like a big diamond and an obelisk. You hand him the flashlight and he shines it through the other ones. The sphere shows a projection of a globe, but it isn’t S.V.T or even Terra.

"Mars." he mutters, and you look closer, recognizing the small dots over the surface as the towers that hold the barrier around the planet. The diamond one lights up a bright aqua blue, but that seems to be all it does. The obelisk projects the time and date, but it seems to be from Mars as well.

"I found them in some cave. How the did does they get all the way out here?"

"Were these the only things in the cave?"

"Yeah…So even though they’re legit, are they worth anything?

"Hm. Maybe to a collector. I can take them to the museum when I go back-" he halts, "If you're okay with it, I'll pay you back." If he wasn’t a Ranger, you’d be more hesitant to allow it, because he could just pocket the money. You don’t think he would though, not with the reputation of his group at stake otherwise.

"Sure." You shrug and he takes them and puts them in his own pack, and you go back to your safe and lock it up.

"Thank you for letting me stay here." He calls suddenly as you try to figure out how the holo-screen works and what channels there are.

"Sure. I'm not a fan of big groups of people either and this is the best hotel in town." You smile at him, going to hand him the remote.

"Oh, no, you can choose. I'll just read." You nod and don’t press to continue the conversation. While it’s quiet between you two, it’s companionable and before you know it, you have drifted off the sleep, listening to some show and the flipping of his book pages. When you awake, he’s gone, but it’s like ten in the morning, and there’s an unread message on your holo-tracker.

Sorry I left without saying goodbye. Thank you for letting me stay in your room for the night. I am heading back to the capital for now and will get your crystal projectors estimated. Please let me know if you get any leads on the map thief.  - Wonwoo

You sigh, a little disappointed he just left, but he seems quite shy and closed off. Whatever. For the rest of the day and the next few you laze about and do some fun things to spoil yourself after your big payout, enjoying your little vacation. Over the week afterwards you’re having trouble finding anything significant and have stopped at a small tavern set up near a small oasis. You sit at the bar, laying on it dramatically. The bartender has moved the fan closer to you so it could blow straight on you as you lazily sip from the straw in your fruity drink. You glance casually at the entrance when another person enters, and you zero in on their face. They have a hood on, but that doesn’t mean it’s for sure the person Wonwoo had been looking for. After he got the money from the crystals, more than you thought but not a huge amount, he’s sent you more information. It was a woman, presumably, and she’s pretty tall and even always wears heeled boots. Your gaze shifts to their feet but can’t see for sure and you can’t even tell it’s a woman. You and Wonwoo have actually been messaging some even past leads on the thief. You don’t have many friends and while he has the other rangers, he says it’s nice to talk to someone new. As you sit at the bar, you watch her, pretending you aren’t. You casually take out your holo-tracker and take a picture of the person as discreetly as you can, then head out. You continue to wait and watch in your rover, ready to take a picture of their vehicle when they leave. You think you know which one it is, but don’t know for sure, so you wait till they come back out. They get in the one you’d been eyeing, and so once they head off, you send the two pictures and a few more details to Wonwoo. He thanks you for the update, then asks where you are. He then tells you to meet him in the next town of Falko, and since you’re headed there anyway…

~

The town is much smaller than Jaron, so there’s only one small motel, so it’s easy to find where he is and get to his room. He’s on the first floor in room three. You knock and barely wait before he opens it. He’s…smiling. You didn’t know he could do that. You forgot how gorgeous he is.

"T-thanks." You smile bashfully and follow him inside. It seems he’s been there awhile based on everything spread out across the room. There are a few consoles set up as well as tablets and other tech.

"What's going on in here?" You motion around the room.

"While I'm looking for the map thief, I'm also trying to get the Ranger's new communication array set up. I'm making the program myself so it can't be hacked by outside sources." Wonwoo shrugs, moving various tablets from one of the beds so you can sit down. He sits at the small desk and turns to face you. He asks a few questions about the person you saw, and you give him more details from the pictures. It wasn’t a whole lot to go on, but if it is them, then he now has their vehicle information. Before you can talk past leads on the thief, his holo-tracker goes off and he read the message. He sighs.

"What's wrong?"

"My partner is coming back. It might be better if you leave." He stands to lead you out and you grimace.

"I-It's not…I just don’t want him to meet you…" He mumbles and you want to press the issue. His cheeks are slightly red, and he flashes another genuine smile as you leave the motel room.

"I'll let you know if the lead pans out." You nod and before you can turn and leave, he’s holds something out for you.

"What's this?" You take the little holo-card.

"Um…it's my address. If you are ever in Ratalla…I won’t be back home for a few more days, but I should be working from there after…" Wonwoo rubs his hands on his pants, then shoves his hands in his pockets when you notice.

"Thanks." You give him your own smile, then leave giddily.

~θωθ~

Nearly another month passes before you see him in person again, but you’ve messaged back and forth quite a lot. There was once you were near his hometown, but he wasn’t there, so you missed the chance of seeing him again.

You’re currently meeting with a repair man in a city called Guro; your rover hasn’t been driving straight. It seems he’ll need it for a few days to even determine the issue, let alone what to do after. At least you’re in a place with lots of activities. You had actually gotten another half a million credits from the giant wreck you found and had more funds than you know what to do with. As you leave the shop, looking up on the extranet for the nicest hotel, someone catches your eye. Despite the heat of the desert and the midday sun, there’s someone slinking around with a hood on. You watch them, eyes glancing at their feet. Heeled boots. It’s also a woman, and her height matches the parameters. There’s even a cylinder vessel hanging over her shoulder. It’s her. The area has mostly warehouses, and she might be meeting a buyer, so you decide to follow her. You send Wonwoo a message with your coordinates to see if he can send someone by as well, or better yet, call some Guards. You trot behind her, trying to stay out of sight and remain quiet. Hiding quickly around the corner, you watch her go into an unmarked warehouse after looking around for followers. Not well enough. The thief goes in through a large open garage door, so it makes it easy for you to follow. Crouching against the wall right near the edge of the door you peer around the corner and see she’s alone, probably waiting for someone. She glances at her holo-tracker, then goes further in, toward the garage door on the opposite side that opens to a scrap yard. Looking for another hiding place, you dash forward and hide behind a column. When you peer around though, she’s gone.

"Why are you following me?" A voice calls from behind you, and you spin to see the thief, holding a pistol blaster aimed at you. Your heart falls and sweat breaks out on your brow. Those maps must be really valuable if this person is willing to shoot you to prevent the interruption of the hand-off.

"I-I was just trying to figure out who-" The woman pulls back the hammer on the weapon and your stomach drops.

"Shit!" You scramble up and try to at least get around the column when you see her finger going to the trigger.

"Fuck!" You slam your back against the column, seeing a smoking scorch mark on the ground.

"(Y/N)!" a familiar voice shouts, and you’re shocked by Wonwoo's presence, distracting you.

"Stupid bitch!" The thief is back behind you, and you spin to see the gun nearly at your head. You yelp when something yanks you back and you fall into a hard body. Leaning into him, you watch in terror as the woman falls back onto the ground, a hole in her head. Then you notice not only are you breathing hard, but so is he. He spins you around to look over you, his hands on your shoulders, one going to your jaw to adjust your head so he can look you over.

"Are you okay?" He’s nearly frantic, his face and tone full of panic.

"Y-yes." You aren’t sure if you should be more surprised by his sudden appearance or the clear worry he has for you. It makes your heart thud but for a much different reason. When he’s finishes looking over you and determines himself you are okay, Wonwoo pulls you into a hug. You return the embrace, more trying to comfort him than anything.

"Fuck, I was worried..." He sighs right in your ear, his deep voice rumbling through you.

"You were?" He pulls back enough so he can meet your eye and huffs.

"Of course. You didn’t reply when I messaged you to stay away…" His hand goes back to your jaw, his thumb brushing over the skin of your cheek, which is rapidly getting warm and red. When you meet his eyes again yours widen, he gets close again and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Are you okay?" You chuckle a bit, kind of worried. He’s never shown this level of emotion before.

"Yeah." Wonwoo pulls way, petting your hair then goes to the body of the woman. You try to avoid looking at her as he takes the map holder from her and soon the Guards show up. It’s another good hour or maybe two before you both are finally allowed to leave after giving statements and answering questions.

"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" he asks you as you leave the warehouse district.

"Not yet. I was just about to find a hotel when I saw her…" You drift off, pointing with your thumb in the general direction of where you just were.

"I got a crap ton of money from a wreck I found so I’m going to go somewhere fancy." You smile wide and he gives you a smaller one. Wonwoo takes a step closer, looking a bit nervous, his voice has a slight waver when he speaks.

"Wanna get a room together?"

~υ3υ~

From everything after he asked that question, till your back hit the door of your hotel room, was a blur. You got one of the deluxe suites of the nice hotel, so the bedroom is separate from the living area, and there’s a small kitchen even. As soon as the door closes, he presses you against it, his lips swallowing yours. His big hand goes to the back of your head, making sure it doesn’t hit the wood of the door. When your lungs start to burn for more air, he finally pulls his mouth from yours. As you catch your breath, just looking at each other, Wonwoo leans in to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to fuck you on every surface in this place." He promises. Your head swims at the statement and you whine.

"Please~" As soon as he gets permission, he grabs and turns you around, your front pressed to the door and his nose nuzzles behind your ear. You let him do as he wishes, running his hands under your thin top, starting to suck on the skin in the crook of your neck. You’re a bit worried about him having to stoop over so far since he’s so much taller, but if he isn’t complaining, neither will you. You can tell he’s marking your skin as he licks, sucks, and nibbles over your neck and shoulders. His hands quickly get your shirt off and as his hands dance over the skin of your stomach, you toed your boots off, shoving them to the side. Before he completely removes it, Wonwoo slips his hands under your breast band, palming the flesh, making you shiver. Undoing the latch, he takes the wrap off and it falls to the floor as well. Not turning around to see for sure, you hear more fabric rustling and assumes he’s removing his own top. You sigh when his arms wrap around you, holding your back to his bare chest, the right hand cupping your left breast, and his other hand skating over your stomach. He smiles at the whining moan you let out when his hand finally goes into your pants, long fingers stroking the wet patch on your panties.

"So wet, pretty girl." He kisses behind your ear, fingers tweaking your nipple.

"Wonwoo~" You whimper when his bare fingers finally meet your folds, and he groans.

"Let's see how tight you are." Every time he rumbles words in your ear, it makes your entire body shiver. Sighing when his finger slides inside, he huffs, his hips twitching as your gummy walls suck his finger in. You can feel his hardening cock through his pants, pressing into your back side. When Wonwoo adds a second finger, crooking them up and pressing hard into your back wall, your legs buckle, and the only reason you don’t fall is his arms around you.

"Need to get your pussy ready for me, pretty." He smiles against your neck when your groan fades into a whine.

"Fuck~" You practically cried as his palm dig into your clit and you’re already close.

"No!" You gasp when his fingers left right as you’re getting to the edge.

"Wonwoo?" He’s pulls away entirely, you only knows he’s still behind you because his hands are on the waist band of your pants. He pulls them along with your underwear down and kneels behind you, helping you get them off without falling over.

"Hold on, pretty girl." While you aren’t sure what he’s about to do, your fingers dig futilely into the wood of the door. Your breath escapes you when he, without real warning, shoves his tongue into your cunt, his thumb flicking your clit. Your legs immediately begin to shake, a mewl escaping with each rapid breath. You’re done for when his lips seal around your clit, barely flicking with his tongue, and your nails dig into the wood as you cum on his tongue. He chuckles, your cunt dripping release onto the floor.

"Gonna have to clean this place good…" You joke, breathless and he laughs harder. Wonwoo hums, standing back up. There’s more shuffling as you rest against the door panting. You sigh when his arms come back to you, pulling you back into his now completely naked body. His cock is wedged in the crook of your ass, and you swear under your breath, why is he so freaking big? He’s tall and his shoulders are broad, and apparently has to have a fat cock as well.

"Fuck!" You groan when the head of his cock goes to the entrance of your core. One of his arms wrap around your ribs, the hand resting under your breast, and the other is at your hip.

"Ready?" His tone shifts, it’s playful and cocky, a slight laugh accompanies the word.

"Please!" You gasp as he starts to push in, your legs shake as his dick stretches you open. You hadn't been fucked in a long time, and longer still fucked good. You pant out little whines as he keeps filling you, and it seems like he’s going to end up in your throat. Your entire body is trembling when he finally bottoms out, his strong hips pressing against your ass.

"God, your cunt feels so good, princess." His groan rumbles through both of you. You can’t see, but his head is thrown back, adam's apple bobbing as he tries to get used to how tight you are. When he realizes you’re on your tip toes trying to compensate for the height difference, he shifts to ease the strain. He backs up so you can lean forward more, and he angles his hips down. Your feet are no longer burning, and his new angle seems to get him even deeper somehow. Your cunt is burning too, trying to accommodate his size, slick walls fluttering from the stimulation. He still barely moves, letting you adjust, but you’re growing close again.

"Move…" Your request is very quiet. You’re trying not to moan likes a bitch in heat even though that’s exactly how you feel.

"Slow? Fast?"

"Fuck- Wonwoo, just-" He pulls out about halfway and thrusts back in, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. You both moan, his hands leave their original positions to grip the flesh of your ass, and he chuckles when you nearly sob as he starts. Only pulling out part of the way, he’ll fuck back into you hard, grinding his pubic bone into you each time.

"Fucking hell, Wonwoo~" You end up back on your toes just from the pleasure and you hope they won’t fine you too bad for the scratches your nails are carving into the wood. All your breath gets fucked out of you when he finally gives a full thrust, your orgasm slamming into you.

"Shit-" Wonwoo grunts when your already tight cunt squeezes him even more, he has to slow down just to keep himself from cumming as well. He smirks, watching your fingers twitch as you claw the door, your head flopping forward between your shoulders.

"No, no, no!" You babble as he pulls out all the way, huffing in amusement at your whining.

"Come here, pretty." Wonwoo easily lifts you, somewhere between like a sack of potatoes and a princess. Your head is still swimming from your orgasm, so the move to the next location is a bit blurry. You shiver and mewl when he sets you on the counter in the mini kitchen of the suite, the marble very cold on your bare thighs and pussy. He laughs at your yelp when he pulls you so your butt is right at the end of the counter, and doesn’t hesitate to bury himself back into you. The thrust is harsher and faster than the first and your hands fly to his shoulders to steady yourself as he restarts the brutal rhythm that he’d fucked you against the door with. The man groans when your nails dig into his skin instead of the wood, so he decides to mark you himself.

"Wonwoo~" Your voice wavers, eyes starting to tear up at the feeling of him fucking your brains out. His mouth goes to your own shoulder, at the base of your neck. He starts with open mouth kisses, then sucks the skin before lightly sinking his teeth in. He can feel your whimper against your throat, and you feel his responding hum from his lips. Wonwoo tightens his grip as well, wanting to leave bruises shaped likes his hands on your skin. He’s struggling to hold you upright enough, so you don’t bang your head against the counter, and his knees keep knocking into the cabinet.

"Hold on…" He grunts, and you squeak when, without withdrawing, he picks you up, holding your legs around his waist. Not going far, one hand holds your butt and the other goes to hitch your leg over his elbow as he pins you to the wall. Luckily the paint on the wall isn’t textured, your back rubbing over the surface as you bounce on his cock. Wonwoo looks even more gorgeous than normal like this, naked, sweat covering his brow, pupils blown wide. The red, dancing hologram of his eye contact contracts and spins, and you wonder what it does, if anything. With hazy thoughts, you glance down at his body, whining at the sight of his abs, clenched to work his hips and hold you up.

"Fuck, pretty girl-" He exhales harshly, his thrusts getting less regular as he grows closer to his orgasm.

"Inside, please, fuck!" You plead and he has no desire to argue. His forehead lands on your shoulder, and he moans higher than you thought he could go as he pumps his cum into you. In the silence, cutting through both of your panting breaths, your combined release drips onto the tile floor. Your head is so empty you nearly don’t realize you’ve cum again as well. You try hard not to slump like a rag doll since he’s completely holding you up, but you nearly have no strength.

"Let's get to the bed." Wonwoo stands up straight, staying inside, his cock still rock-hard and he carries you to the separate bedroom of the suite. While he means to set you down on the bed gently, you flop onto it, letting yourself finally go boneless, your muscles and mind are mush. You aren’t sure if you can go any longer, but despite a bit of sweat on him, he’s unaffected.

"I've been waiting to fuck you since you came to my motel room in Falko." He admits, shifting you higher on the bed, following suit, his hard cock covered in both of yours cum resting between the folds of your cunt. You barely registered the confession before your back arches, his cock finding its home inside of you again. It’s hard to fully catch your breath, he’s battering his cock into your dripping cunt without any mercy. As he rolls his hips just right to hit every single good spot inside of you, his hands grip your thighs, maneuvering your weakly shaking thighs so they press to your chest, knees at your ears.

"D-daddy, go slower!" You cry out and his hips immediately stops. You’re too far gone to feel anything but a bit of respite, head flopping so your cheek rests on the pillow.

"Fucking hell, princess." Somehow his voice has gotten deeper, and he starts the brutal pace back up, snapping his hips even harder than before. If you have the strength to scream you would, but your throat is hoarse, so you just mewl and squeak, drool pooling from the corners of your mouth, tears down your cheeks.

"You love daddy's cock ruining your sweet little cunt, huh?" He huffs when your glassy eyes meets his. The red hologram spins and dances, and while you can’t see, through the lens he has a much different view. Little numbers and labels show in the air around your body, telling him how and where your brain is firing, your heart rate, body temperature, blood pressure. He can even highlight where blood pools to the bruises his hands have made.

"Yes~!" You gasp as his thrusts slow down, but just as hard, he barely pulls out before grinding down into you. Different sensors from his lens flashes on and he can tell you’re getting close already. Even without it, he can feel your walls pulsing, more of your wet dripping from where your bodies meets.

"You wanna cum, pretty?" You nod rapidly, whimpering positively.

"Cum for daddy, then." And with one more thrust you fall over the edge. Not just from his words, but also the rough friction of his pelvic bone meeting your clit. Wonwoo chuckles as he feels your pussy spasm, more of your cum squirting from your quivering folds, coating his skin as well. He has a feeling you’re spent even though he knows he could keep going. He’s still inside of you, so he doesn’t overstimulate you too much, and he isn’t for sure you’re still conscious. Your eyes are closed, arms resting on the bed up by your head. He smiles warmly, cooing at your fucked out state, letting your legs go so they can rest onto the bed as well. When he pulls out you shudder, a long shaky whine floating from your parted lips. He’s shocked at the globs of thick, white cum that drip out of your swollen cunt and he’s still unfortunately still very hard. After feeling your core milk him dry, he isn’t sure even a cold shower will calm him down. Though, seeing you laying there, he feels a little bad he’s caused you to become so worn out and doesn’t want to be selfish.

"Oh, princess." Wonwoo leans back over you, kissing your cheek, the corner of your mouth, then softly presses his lips to yours. You sigh and it makes him grin, you’re at least conscious.

"You're still hard." Your voice is quiet, higher than normal, almost whiny.

"It's okay, pretty, you're tired." Wonwoo nuzzles the side of your neck under your ear, lightly sucking on your ear lobe. If he wasn’t careful, he won’t be able to resist sliding back inside you. With the little strength you have returned to you, you push him back just enough that you can flop over onto your stomach.

"(Y/N), we don't-" You don’t let him finish, grabbing a pillow to shove under your hips, lifting your butt a bit higher.

"Please, daddy~" You look at him with shining eyes over your shoulder, and who is he to resist?

"Oh, fuck, princess. If you insist…"

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[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Miami Vice S2E6: Buddies

A young mother is pursued by the mob, and Sonny's old friend may know why.

This episode opens with the world's saddest celebration of new fatherhood; a man turns the jukebox on to Kim Mitchell's Go for a Soda, sits alone at the bar, orders "three shots for fatherhood" and then gets really huffy at the bartender and sulks while drinking his three shots.

Initially it seems like this man has no friends or loved ones (and clearly isn't that into his wife, who presumably is still at the hospital alone with their new son), but then Sonny comes in, and we learn that the pitiful new father in question is Robbie Cann, Sonny's old friend from college and Vietnam

Looking at The Dutch Oven, I mentioned that Sonny's natural tendency is to be physically affectionate with those he cares about (but that he sometimes struggles with when he is allowed or supposed to do so with men). Sonny throws his arm around Robbie and pats him on the back in an easy, natural, guys-being-guys, football locker room kind of way. Robbie is someone Sonny clearly cares deeply about, but also someone he almost certainly has only ever viewed platonically. There's none of the hesitance Sonny tends to have when he doesn't know a man well enough yet or when there's a possible implication of queerness-- Robbie is just his bro, plain and simple

Robbie pulls out a photo of himself and Sonny in Vietnam and asks him if he knows who this picture is of. Sonny isn't clear what Robbie's getting at, and then Robbie tells him: "me and my son's godfather." Sonny is flattered beyond belief, but even so, quickly confirms-- "is this what Julia wants, too?" He could just be being polite, but there is a very subtle implication here that something is already a little off-- whether Sonny has a sense that Robbie often does things without consulting his wife's opinions, that Julia has a different opinion of Sonny than Robbie does, or just that Sonny doesn't 100% implicitly trust Robbie, despite his affection for him.

When Sonny accepts, Robbie goes to dance on a pool table and almost gets shot. Sonny plays the role of "sensible deescalator," which is actually truly what is in his nature, no matter how much pop culture history wants him to have been a "cowboy cop."

Our old pal Ample Annie returns in this episode without her husband Noogie, conversing with a young waitress named Dorothy. Dorothy has fled her abusive husband with an 8 month old baby named Stevie, and is trying to start a new life. Unfortunately, she is fired for dropping drinks, and follows a young Nathan Lane back to his hotel room under the promise of another job.

Lane, playing a crappy standup comic, first (unsuccessfully) attempts to woo Dorothy; when that doesn't work he attempts (also unsuccessfully, because she stabs him) to rape her. The scene manages to be harrowing despite the fact that Lane is wildly miscast here-- I do not buy that he is a sleazebag nor that he wants to do harm to this young mother.

Dorothy flees, sticking Stevie in her purse. She will do this repeatedly over the course of the episode-- baby goes in bag. Oops, baby goes in bag again. Bag baby! Baby bag. She also continuously picks up random pieces of paper and throws them over him in the bag-- I guess she's trying to hide him? But also like, the baby was not the one who killed a man, and the baby is not the one being pursued by the police, so I don't entirely understand why she feels like she's more suspicious with a baby than without. Also, choking hazard, much??

Upon finding the deceased standup comic, Rico remarks, "definitely not a funny way to die." Ten second later, Sonny comes in, looks at the dead guy, and says exactly the same thing.

You two are the worst

And you deserve each other

The paper Dorothy was using to hide/suffocate her child was, unfortunately, betting sheets, and so she is pursued by both the mob and the cops; even more unfortunately, it turns out Robbie might be involved.

When Sonny and Rico go to talk to Annie at the mysterious Hollywood themed hot dog stand she works at, Annie offers them a discounted meal-- Sonny grins from ear to ear and informs Annie that Tubbs doesn't eat meat. You get the sense that Sonny thinks this is the funniest thing in the whole world, and that he probably asks poor Rico about his rabbit food and whether or not he's got any soy loaf today like. Every single day

This is a really good "the whole vice squad works together to solve a mystery" episode, with a nice montage of each member of the team doing their thing. It is Rico, however, who notices Robbie's name on a list of possible suspects-- a detail that I love, because it shows us a) how much Rico pays attention to everything and how detail-oriented he is, b) the extent to which Sonny is blinded to the possible wrongdoing of anyone he cares for (did he see the name and not register it? Did he subconsciously skip over it?), and c) that Rico cares deeply enough about Sonny that he remembers the names of other friends Sonny has, presumably, mentioned to him in passing.

I do not think I know most of my friends' other friends that I haven't met's last names, if I'm being honest with you

I do know many of my husband's friends and coworkers I haven't met's last names, though

Which could mean nothing

Rico also has his hand on Sonny's chair and his eyes pinned to the back of his neck while everyone else is watching the surveillance tapes-- Sonny hasn't started his Season 3-and-on self-destructive spiral yet, but you get the sense that Rico knows it's coming

I like that this episode comes right on the heels of Dutch Oven (even though it may not have intended to be originally-- see: Zito's magic appearing and disappearing beard. While I'm usually a fan of watching shows in the filmed/original chronological order, I actually think Buddies is genuinely better after Dutch Oven than after Out Where the Buses Don't Run), because it's clear what a stark contrast there is in how David and Robbie are treated. David, who most likely was never involved in any crime and just picked shitty friends, is lied to and set up as a patsy. Robbie, who turns out to be actively working for his father, a mob boss, is informed of Sonny's investigation, warned of Vice's suspicion of his possible involvement, and given an opportunity to turn over evidence or help them.

Is this because David is Black and Robbie is white? Is it because Trudy is a woman, and therefore "can't be trusted" when she's "too close" to a suspect, but Sonny is a man and therefore can? Is it because drug crimes are treated with significantly more severity than other crimes because of Nixon's push to start the War on Drugs in order to jail minorities and political dissidents?

Is it.... all of the above?

It's fine everyone the show's just about speedboats and bikinis don't think about it too hard

Rico pushes Sonny a little too hard when he realizes something is off with Robbie and Sonny's response is "he may come off like a playboy, but"

Sonny do you know what a playboy is

Rico, internally: I was implying he was a mobster Sonny why are we talking about his sex life

As in Evan, Rico sighs and realizes he will need to look more deeply into one of Sonny's old friends before everything blows up in their faces; he learns that Robbie is the son of mobster Johnny Cannata, and changed his name to Cann to distance himself. For some reason he confronts Sonny with this information in the men's room.

Sonny, displacing his anger, attacks Dorothy's husband, who Trudy has just brought in to the station. Rico gives the guy a little slap, too, for... solidarity? Good measure?

Later, when Sonny has processed all of this and goes to confront Robbie, Robbie gets weepy and is like "what am I supposed to do, Sonny, put my dad in jail?" (Uh... yeah? You tried to distance yourself from him for years and now the alternative is letting a young woman and her baby be murdered, so... yes?)

As with Sonny and Evan (and to some extent, Scottie Wheeler, and really most of the Sad Broken Dudes who show up in Sonny's life), they have a discussion about what it means to be a man. Like Scottie, Robbie is of the opinion that Being a Man means making lots of money, even through shady means. Sonny insists that Being a Man means standing up for what's right, and suggests Robbie "do something" about the Dorothy situation.

Robbie, helpfully, offers to kill himself, as if that is a solution to anything happening in this episode (why are all of Sonny's old friends suicidal)

He then reveals he knows where Dorothy is but can't tell Sonny

Sonny doubles down on Manhood Is Being Just And Fair and Standing Up for The Little People, and (rightly) points out to Robbie that if he lets his family roll over him now, it'll happen forever and he'll never be able to look his son in the eye

Robbie seems won over and Sonny (stupidly) leaves him alone to "call his wife;" Robbie escapes

I'm fascinated by the choice to NOT have Sonny parallel Robbie and Dorothy here-- you would think that the fastest way to get Robbie on Dorothy's side would be to remind him that they are both new parents of infant sons, and that they are both trying to do anything in their power to protect and provide for their children

This is obviously the parallel the episode as a whole is making, but it isn't stated out loud. I wonder about the implication of this-- are we supposed to assume that Sonny didn't think that Robbie would be able to relate to a woman's plight and thus didn't use it, or that Sonny himself didn't relate to Dorothy's experience of parenthood and therefore didn't even think to bring it up? (Given that Sonny also questions Robbie potentially disregarding his wife's wishes in the first scene, I'm inclined to believe it's the former-- that he knows right now that Robbie is so hung up on the idea of manhood and fatherhood that asking him to compare himself to a mother isn't going to get him anywhere, even if their struggle is ultimately very similar.)

Robbie goes to find Dorothy and give her money to escape; meanwhile, Sonny tracks down Annie and, upon seeing that she has baby food, asks her to bring him to Dorothy (who, it turns out, is staying at her place)

Annie's apartment is shot into six hundred thousand bits by the mob, Dorothy seems to escape unscathed, and Robbie catches a stray bullet. It is genuinely unclear if Robbie dies (or if Dorothy is charged with murder, or if Robbie's dad is caught, or any number of loose threads are wrapped up)-- the episode ends before anyone says anything about his condition, and he is still awake and speaking, but losing blood. Sonny does not respond to him with the terror and desperation we see with Evan (nor that we will later see Ira in Back in the World), which inclines me to believe Robbie will survive.

He asks of Sonny, questioningly, "I did the right thing?" and Sonny's response is, "Yeah. You did the right thing," followed by a look off to the side that reads far more like shame or disgust than sadness or fear. You get the sense that the tragedy in this episode is the shattering of Sonny's trust and sense of who he is and who he can count on more than the actual body count. Robbie may survive... but it seems unlikely that their friendship will.

[cerastes]

I'm thinking back on my experience with IS2 and IS3 -- both as someone who loves the game mode on his own free time, as well as someone who has streamed hundreds of hours of both -- as, yeah, thing is, the most exciting part of IS3 was definitely the scramble to get the Week 1 Waves 15 clear. It gave an achievement in the horizon, something to strive for, a real endgame challenge that required team building knowhow, execution, and luck.

But after that, it never quite reached the same level of fun as playing or streaming IS2 consistently got. In a lot of ways, IS3 was an improvement, but so many things were half-baked, that you couldn't help but imagine the version where these ideas were legitimately fleshed out: The Light system exists almost exclusively as an extra layer of punishment, and the punishments associated with light ranged from "slap in the wrist" to "you got Metastatic and your 3 damage dealers have it". One particular IS3 exclusive enemy, quite the common enemy at that, requires you to build around it at higher Waves or just fight a constant uphill battle forever: If you don't have at least one source of air Stun, you're constantly at the edge of losing Lives or the run. One end boss, The Last Knight, suffers from Overwatchitis the way the entire gimmick it has is that it inflicts you with hard crowd control (freeze) for basically 80% of the map's length, which, yes, it's an entirely manageable boss, but god it's so mind-numblingly boring. And that's not mentioning that going for that boss can just be a bust at any time if you don't have a Gopnik Solution, further limiting your build options. Another boss, Izumik, while thematically sound, is another slog to deal with, needing around 6 minutes of dealing with a an actual ton of enemies while trying to prevent it from absorbing said horde of enemies before you can even start damaging it (and it's got baseline 150k HP, 2000 DEF, and 70 RES so it's not a fast deal, either) while regularly unleashing map-wide 8 second Stuns after it becomes vulnerable. It's just not fun to constantly have to deal with "oops your entire gang is hard CC'd" as a main mechanic while trying to whittle down what's already an incredibly durable boss. Of course, fun is subjective, but at least everyone I've asked, from my circle or otherwise, has agreed that it's a slog to have to deal with that.

IS2 wasn't without flaws, but I have a lot of fond memories running the most disgustingly crappy meme comps requested by viewers on stream, and never really thinking "this is straight up hopeless", sure, sometimes it'd be difficult because we had a straight up ass team, but that's all it was: Difficult. There's so much that can go wrong in IS3, and that's not necessarily bad at all -- it's a roguelike mode, after all, it comes with the territory and I would not have it any other way -- but at least, in IS2, whenever something goes terribly wrong, you still have things you can do about it, when things go terribly wrong in IS3, and the way they can go wrong without it being any bad decision of yours (such as oops! Metastatic on your key units) makes luck that much more punishing and thus outside of the player's agency in a game mode that otherwise demands a lot of execution and knowhow. Luck is more impartial in IS2, basically, while Luck mostly exists as either punishment or avoidance of punishment but very rarely as a benefit in IS3, and I hope IS4 is better about this because, look, I enjoyed IS3, but it very rarely reached the consistency of IS2 in terms of quality, in my opinion.

[lilislegacy]

Oop-

I hate when tumblr messes shit up, but Hey, it's me again.

Like in my original aks, I want to reiterate that I'm not trying to come for everybody. Everyone is allowed to have their own opinion. This is just my 2 cents on the whole demigods and menstruation thing

My original ask was kind of convoluted, so I'll just sum it up here.

I like the idea of what demigods being different but I don't like the idea of administration just being completely gone.

I am currently reading jealous of the god, and that is something that Percy directly says is how you get the worst of both worlds.

I love the idea of demigods being more powerful and more protective when they are pregnant or whether their partner is. But imagine not knowing you're a demigod and never getting your period, then thinking "oh I can never get pregnant!" and then get pregnant. That sounds terrifying.

I do like the idea of certain demigods from certain gods having a different sort of thing. Kind of like with Athena, I saw one post about annabeth getting a migraine and shit which is hilarious.

I just feel like having no menstrual cycle. It all seems a little too easy. It's very reminiscent of Alexandria's Genesis if you were around on Tumblr about 10 years ago to remember that. (If not then izzzyzzz has an amazing video on YouTube all about this fake disorder and hoax)

In my original ask I pointed out how It would be an interesting point of view especially for trans demigods.

I am a transperson. I have a lot of dysphoria around that sort of thing. I am currently in pain because of it. So I've been thinking about it a lot.

(Also, this is a completely different headcannon, but I definitely headcannon Leo as a trans man)

Thinking more about it would be interesting to see people lose control of their powers because of how in pain they are I know. I get very upset very quickly like imagine how terrible that would be. (Like Thalia accidentally zapping someone or something)

I'm also a sucker for those hurt/comfort fics surrounding periods and such. Idk why I just like comforting fics lol

I do like the idea that the hunters of Artemis once they become a hunter would not get a period because fuck that.

Also among other things, Artemis is the goddess of childbirth and I feel like she can do that for her hunters.

I did add a little bit more from my original ask because I've just been thinking about it more.

Again, not coming for anyone I really love that everyone has their own opinions and fantastic ideas. It just makes me so happy as an artist!

Thank you! (Sorry tumblr deleted the original one lol)

thank you for the ask! and thank you even more for sending it twice lol!!

now, onto my thoughts. i totally see where you’re coming from. because you are right, part of being a demigod is having to deal with the crappy parts of both worlds. and as much as i would love for female-born demigods to not have to deal with periods, i can totally see them still having one.

so maybe it just works differently? maybe their cycles are longer and they only have a few periods a year? or maybe they are just way lighter? idk. but i still feel like they would work differently than regular humans

i definitely see where you’re coming from on the account of trans-demigods having to deal with it. there would definitely be an added emotional struggle with it along with the physical, and there’s a lot to explore there!

i love the idea of the children of different gods having different symptoms. like you mentioned athena’s kids having more headaches and migraines lol. and maybe ares kids get huge angry mood swings, and maybe aphrodite’s kids get really lovesick and cry every 3 seconds over couples doing cute things lol.

100% with you on the hunters not having one. no boyfriends = no sex = no babies = no period needed. they ain’t got time for that! they’ve got hot girl shit to do. like shooting people with arrows.

i also like the thought of demigods’ powers being heightened when they’re on their period lol. that’s hilarious. imagine a child of demeter having cramps and craving chocolate, and a cocao tree just spurts out of the ground LOL.

thank you for being so nice and wonderful towards people having different headcanons! and whether someone thinks demigods menstruate or not, it sounds like we can all agree that it’s at least different for them than it is for humans.

thank you for your thoughts! they were all super interesting!

[genericpuff]

Can’t wait for someone to make a copy of RS’s coveted “signature” stamp and just buy a few dozen books, stamp them, and sell them as “autographed” at a huge markup, and goofballs will buy them all.

I mean seriously, that stamp will be incredibly easy to copy if it’s not already been copied, it’s the polar opposite of exclusive or personal. Why anyone would pay $20 for that is beyond me but it proves that RS is a shrewd business person by any means necessary and will be richer than I ever will be. No wonder Hades is her idol.

No joke, there are pictures of Rachel using the stamp at SDCC and-

That stamp is literally just a standard one that you could order through any custom manufacturer. It's not a roller in any way, there's no unique cut they're working off of, it's just a round press stamp.

And it shows because this is the quality of the actual ink when it's on the paper-

Basically low grade printer ink on glossy paper. It's not gonna last at all, and it turned out exactly how I was expecting - there's too much solid color with too thin empty areas so the ink is bleeding into what's supposed to be 'white' (we deal with the same concepts in tattooing so I knew this was gonna happen as soon as I saw the stamp design).

Anyways so that's my long-winded way of saying that I took the stamp that was on Rachel's IG from her promotional posts, desaturated it, added a tone curve layer to adjust the sharpness/clarity, and threw it into VistaPrint. Just for science, and because I'm an asshole trying to prove a point.

Would literally only cost me $20-$30 for the stamp after shipping.

Now for obvious reasons I'm not saying anyone SHOULD do this, like... I'm showing you this for science but really, don't go making counterfeits because of this LOL This is really just to demonstrate how easy it would be for anyone to make a convincing replica, which is the unfortunate drawback to using stamps as your "signature" - and with a very low quality printer shop stamp to boot - because it makes it pretty easy to copy. Not to mention showing off the stamp design beforehand through social media means that people (like me, oop-) can rip it out of your image posts and reverse engineer it into something that can be uploaded and purchased. I get she wanted to make sure that people knew what they were getting, it would have been a HUGE piss off to go see her for a signature just to find out she was doing a stamp, but like... these are the risks that come with stamps.

Don't get me wrong, you can just as easily forge a signature, but it's a little harder to nail someone's personal signature vs. a stamp and you can usually find ways to make it more unique (like what Junji Ito did by giving out little doodles on each signature). It also doesn't help that that stamp is made so cheaply that a poorly done replica would probably be on the same level of quality as the authentic one. And of course she added insult to injury by deciding to sell ACTUAL HAND-SIGNED BOOKS WITH ONLY ONE BOOK THAT HAS ONE CRAPPY DOODLE INSIDE AT ONLY ONE SPECIFIC BOOKSTORE A WEEK AFTER SDCC WAS OVER THAT YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR EVEN IF IT MEANS YOU'RE GONNA HAVE AN EXTRA COPY OF A BOOK YOU ALREADY OWN-

sigh This isn't an uncommon thing to do, it's not unique to Rachel, but it gives me grifting gacha vibes and it feels like such a fuck you to the people who travelled all the way out to SDCC and paid for the ticket prices just to get a shitty printer ink stamp and then find out a week later after they've undoubtedly gone home that one bookstore in San Diego actually has hand-signed copies. I've seen Youtubers pull this kind of shit with vinyl printings and Youtooz figures and it's equally tacky.

If she had done it either with handwritten signatures or at the VERY least a better quality stamp design and higher quality ink, then yeah, it would be harder to make it seem legit for anyone who's not privy to creating things like lino cuts or using roller ink and thus make it a much more valuable collector's item. But the books at SDCC were literally made with a stamp that anyone can replicate for $20 and then the hand-signed ones were offered at only one bookstore after Rachel had already flown home. It feels so impersonal and cold to the audience that has supported her through all the bullshit she's pulled in the last year.

[annakie]

From Broken Bow to Calypso - Check-In #9 - Strange New Worlds Season 2.

It's more Star Trek by Stardate rewatch.

Only 10 episodes, still a lot of words.

2/24/25 - 141 - The Broken Circle - This is one of those "I have a lot of quibbles about the details, but the plot was fun enough to ignore them" episodes. Spock being reckless and immediately going to "I'mma steal the ship" certainly is A Look, but hey, it worked. Pelia is introduced and I immediately love her. Still sad we had to lose Hemmer to get her, though. Carol Kane is so good here. Another "Sigh ok HOW LONG does it take them to travel to non-Starfleet shared Klingon territory? A few hours? At Warp Five? Sure, Jan." thing. But I said I wouldn't nitpick, oops. Glad the Klingons are back to looking mostly like their normal selves. I'm also not a fan of the Battle Juice that M'Benga and Chapel take. I think in general I'm not as big of a fan as M'Benga's S2 arc as his S1 arc, but I WILL say holy shit the cinematography and the LOOK when M'Benga gets his battle on and starts protecting Chapel when her juice runs out. Peck is great in the "You don't die!" scene, as well as the Bloodwine scene at the end, though. They're all super lucky this all worked out and nobody got court-martialed! Real tears at the very end, though, with the episode being dedicated to Nichelle Nichols.

2/24/25 - 142 - Ad Astra per Aspera - The even better second half of the opener. Pike's pretty badass just trying to breathe at the beginning. But I mean, honestly, with the very first few seconds of Neera Ketoul being on screen, she absolutely commands the episode. Can't take my eyes off her. What an amazing character. I had honestly forgotten who turned Una in until La'an's part in it (or lack thereof) was revealed. What a great speech/defense by Una, and after watching Those Old Scientists, the Ad Aspera thing is even more resonant. But it's Neera Ketoul's closing argument that really brings this all together. Loved this episode, a truly excellent courtroom drama ep, and I'm glad everything works out for Una.

2/25/25 - 143 - Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow - I remember loving this episode but I loved it even more this time. I mean it's a little crappy for the rest of the cast that Kirk comes in and is handed a starring role in basically every ep he's in but really worth it here. He and La'an are so good together, characters and actors. The story is really good, both as a "time travel to modern times" episode and just plotwise overall. The visit to Pelia is especially great (and does the "future knowledge" trope well.) I sure hope the lady that got caught shoplifting didn't go through too many troubles. I also wish we would have gotten some Road Trip La'an/Kirk shenannigans. BTW the first time through I totally thought the Romulan was Cristin Milioti, and so I figured she was the big bad pretty quick, they wouldn't bring her in without a juicy part!! Except that I was wrong about her being Cristin Milioti haha. La'an's pain at losing Jim is so real, both when he's shot, and then later back in her quarters. That feeling of FINALLY finding someone you connect with only to lose them and be alone again? Ouch.

2/25/25 - 144 - Among the Lotus Eaters - This was definitely not my favorite SNW episode. I do love the stuff with Batel and Pike! They're great for each other. The story on the planet is fine, basic Star Trek stuff by the numbers. Not bad, not great. It's fine! I think I was mostly disappointed in this episode because I was really excited for the Ortegas episode and although she got a decent amount of screentime, we got little more information about her. We already know she flies the ship (and is great at it!) I know about the BTS stuff with Melissa Navia, so I get it! I just hope S3 she gets the strong episode she's overdue for!

2/26/25 - 145 - Charades - Kicking off the Season 2 Hijinks Trilogy is the Human Spock episode. Way more fun than when B'Elanna becomes fully human later on! Amanda is the best mom ever, and she continues to be great here. Honestly have a hard time empathizing with Christine here, she IS trying to be the best friend possible, and Spock IS more or less returning her feelings but knowing how this relationship ends, I'm mostly just like NOOOOOOO about it. T'Pring is GREAT. She's so tolerant of the Spock stuff and she has said and made it clear she loves him as he is. And then Spock doesn't trust her AND has feelings behind her back. T'Pring deserves better and though I'm glad she eventually gets it, still in shock realizing it takes 8 years to get there. Anyway, T'Pring's dad is the standout other character here, would really like to see him away from his wife. He seems like the most fun Vulcan we've met who doesn't belong at T'Pring's workplace.

2/26/25 - 146 - Lost in Translation - A real standout episode for Uhura, and the temporary return of Hemmer, even if it is all in Uhura's head. I love that this episode also establishes Uhura and Kirk's strong friendship right out the gate. Would have loved a little more time for La'an and Kirk here, but the episode was packed. Really liked the conflict between Una and Pelia, they're very different people and sometimes people don't get along. I thought the solution that it was aliens being hurt by the refinery was pretty obvious. Didn't make it clear if it was the aliens making everyone ELSE besides Uhura and Ramon act out of sorts, but it doesn't seem like it. Personnel disputes that keep huge projects from launching happen anywhere, anytime I guess. Pretty torn on the last scene. On one hand, it's a really nice visual and nostalgia kick to have Uhura, Kirk and Spock hanging out together. OTOH, feels like a very anticlimactic way for K/S to FINALLY meet. At least Nyota introduced them. Also, Memory Alpha points out the coincidence(?) that in ST2009 and here, Kirk and Uhura meet in a bar and Kirk gets punched in the face not long after as a consequence of talking to her, lol.

2/26/25 - 147 SNW/LDS - Those Old Scientists - (Note, I talk so much about this episode it's the first time tumblr is forcing me to use line breaks in an episode text block lol.) Honestly, this is one of my top 5 favorite episodes in all of Trek. In fact, it's the only episode I'm going to watch TWICE. This time, from a SNW perspective, and next time in order for Lower Decks, from that perspective. So whenever someone from SNW is in a scene, I'm mostly thinking about how they're dealing with these chaos gremlins from the future. It's really jarring to start in LDS land, anyone watching through Trek by Stardate their first time is really going to be scratching their heads until Boimler blasts out of the portal. Man, it is just such an awesome thing to see Boimler and later Mariner "live" though. Imagining those first few seconds after Boimler passes out, and Spock and Co. looking at this guy going "I guess he's Starfleet? What a weird uniform but he has the Delta?" Spock probably confirming Chronitons or whatevs that he's from the future.

And OH MY GOD the animated opening (with all 4 of the Lower Deckers in the credits) SO beautifully done. Also SO funny with the space creature on the Enterprise's nacelle. Five minutes in and the episode is already AMAZING. First-timers would also be BAFFLED at Boimler's "Computer end program?" It's SUCH a good line because of COURSE that's what Boimler would default to, anyone from the era would! And Boimler RIGHT away starts sowing chaos and can't hold his emotions together. I love that La'an cautions Boimler to not get attached, though, she's really going through it. The whole mini-plot with Uhura learning to loosen up a bit more is really good, I love it a lot, though it is a bit weird that Uhura is using the ready room as her study quarters, but Pike probably offered it to her to have a quiet place to research.

I also love the little subplot with Pike indulging Boimler a little because of Boimler's admiration of Pike, giving him a little sliver of hope that maybe his future isn't so bad. But trying to contain Boimler definitely is corralling a toddler, and I could see people watching this episode before LDS getting exasperated with Boimler by now a little. The bar scene is great with Ortegas and Chapel, SO much fun, and then it all goes wrong for Chapel when Boimler hints at her about Spock's future. It honestly kind of sucks that we saw basically none of them as an actual couple before Boimler spoils it, but also way to go episode for doing so much character development and moving the story along in this hijinks ep. But then, of course, he tells PIke he has Really Great Hair, and Pike is flattered all over again and keeps indulging him. That and the "Just don't look" part… just amazing. NEVER fails to make me laugh.

And then the hijinks increase when Mariner shows up. Which turns Boimler into the "responsible" one. Mariner is even more of a chaos gremlin and I don't think the SNW crew is ready for her. Boimler working with Spock to make the horonium is such a great scene, I wish we got even more of those two, and Mariner is the perfect person to get Uhura to lighten up. Love that they gave Erika a win there, too. Both Boimler and Mariner have such cool little nudges on the crew! I'm not sure that the pinup poster conversation with Una QUITE works but maybe that was still a thing in SNW times and not LDS. Boim's plan to steal a shuttle is dumb, and not gonna work, but it is such a Boimler & Mariner thing to try. And as a consequence, Pike gets more confirmation of his future, but also Boims and Mariner nudge him, TOO. It's also SO emotional for me when they have the scene in Engineering, and talk about the NX-01, and namedrop Travis and Hoshi. I teared up this time. I miss those two so much! (But of course, Travis doesn't get a whole middle school named after him, JUST the gym! JFC SOMEONE THROW TRAVIS MAYWEATHER A WIN.)

After having just watched Una's trial episode, her reaction at learning what the poster in Boimler's bunk is is SO good, also so emotional. That's four emotional bumps those two give the crew. And the end scene on the Cerritos with them having Ransom call Una Hottest First Officer is one of those that's a little "ew?" if you don't know the story and very "awwww" if you do. And the genius that put the SNW crew in LDS animation? I want to shake their hand. God, this entire episode is near perfection. I've watched it at least five times, including the night before I'm typing this and now I want to go watch it again.

2/27/25 - 148 - Under the Cloak of War - Annnnnd coming off one of my favorite episodes is my least favorite episode of SNW. Look, I admire what they were trying to do, the story is big important as to the horrors of war and the effects it has, but its SUCH a hard watch. Babs and Jess are great, the guest star is fantastic, and hey Clint Howard's near-requisite appearance. But… I do not enjoy this episode. And I know you're not supposed to. But I was glad it was over once it was done.

2/27/25 - 149 - Subspace Rhapsody - Whew, a whiplash back to the third and final Hijinks episode of the season. And I love this one, too. They did great making the reason for the singing fit! And… everyone can sing! I love most of the songs. TBH not a fan of Una's two songs, to no fault of her own. La'an's and Uhura's are highlights, as is Chapel's breakup song. La'an's confession to Jim is SO well done, though I feel like her emotions were heightened enough for a song, but the moment didn't need it. Is it canon-breaking that Jim knows about Carol being pregnant here? I thought Kirk had no idea. But I guess I'll figure out when we get to Wrath of Khan. Having Bruce Horak as the Klingon commander was also fantastic, and the Klingon K-pop is great, as is the Big Finish production. This episode is cheesy but I love it a lot.

2/27/25 - 150 - Hegemony - Another fantastic horror episode with the Gorn. Still don't like them as the enemy but damn this episode nails it. A bit unrealistic that out of EVERYONE on Batel's ship, only Chapel survives but hey, it's a plot. Putting Pike and Batel's relationship a big part of this is also great, it makes the ending work even more. My favorite part of this episode is the appearance of Scotty, though. I was so excited the first time we heard him speak and I was like "What's with the Scottish acc--- HOLY SHIT IT'S SCOTTY" I yelled the last part out loud right before he introduced himself. I cannot WAIT for more Scotty+Pelia interaction the next season or two. And hey, an actual Scottish actor playing Scotty! The fight with the one Gorn on the saucer section of the Cayuga is pretty cool, though. And then they gave us the Best of Both Worlds ending. It's been a year and a half now, Paramount, give us the damn third season!

SNW SEASON 2 FINAL THOUGHTS

Overall, I think S2 is more uneven than S1. What, a Star Trek Series where season one is the strongest season (so far!) Really breaking the mold there. But that doesn't mean S2 is BAD... the highs I think are higher but the lows (Lotus Eaters, Cloak of War) are just lower.

But also some all-time greats here, all three hijinks episodes and Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow are way up there, Ad Astara and Lost in Translation are great, too.

I think, as I'll talk about a bit more early on in TOS reviews, overall I think SNW is SO good and SO strong, but it does canon break TOS enough to be annoying in some regards, Chapel and Spock in particular. Things that people refused to forgive in Discovery seem to get a pass from the fandom here, though. But, if you're going to canon-break any series, it's probably going to be TOS, it's not like SNW has a monopoly on that. It's just easier to scrutinize since it's the immediately preceding series.

I just really need them to actually release S3 soon. And get to making S4 (I hear it's in pre-production?) And also get renewed for seasons 5 through 7, at a minimum.

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

I've been avoiding Tumblr and Twitter since I haven't watched AYS yet... I have no excuse... it just never felt like the perfect moment, you know? But yesterday I bought my ticket to I Am Still! Should've done it sooner, the tickets were almost sold out, oops...

Anyway, this is a big day for kpop, with many songs dropping, but sadly not hitting for me.

Neva Play was a bit disappointing- Megan is an amazing rapper and she's a very clever lyricist, but her lyrics are always about the same thing and often sound misogynistic. She's very hit and miss, but her solo songs can be very good (I really love Hiss). I also think her voice doesn't go with RM's. It's bright and snappy whilst Joon's tone is smooth and has a bit of a drawl? I didn't really get RM's lyrics. The vocal production on his part was very weird too. The song would've been better if it was just Megan or RM's, but the both of them don't match? They give the same vibes but different frequencies lmao. The song is good, but underwhelming. I like it the more I listen to it. The weakest part is by far the chorus, which is annoying. The song ends a bit abruptly too and the structure is basic - Megan raps, then Joon raps. it. It was less of a collab and more of a copy and paste of vocals. Sadly, most collabs are like this. I just think they had an opportunity to gag everyone and delivered something pretty basic.

I also checked-out MEOVV's debut song, which was... not even bad enough to stand out. They looked like a cheap NJs and BP cross-over. The MV was crappy, the song was not age appropriate, and the lyrics sounded ridiculous coming from rookie idols...

Baekhyun and Chanyeol also came out with songs and both are unmemorable to me. If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't guess Baekhyun left SM. All these soloists leaving SM, but their music and concept stay the same. I hope everything else is worth it.

I'll review Tzuyu's album in another post...

[anxietygremlin7]

Welp. It’s been a week! Hai, your crappy theory awaits. *smiles in eye twitch*

Etho passes out at Joel’s apartment. He was really badly hurt. Joel for a moment thinks he has to make a choice between betraying Etho’s trust or losing him for good. Which gets kinda angsty. Lucky for him, this is the moment he discovers he has fast healing powers, but only when he genuinely admits he loves said person/ pet he’s healing. Oddly specific, which is why he didn’t know about it. But it’s going to be a heck of an awkward conversation when Etho wakes up, healed instantly.

Also Skizz is there for absolutely no reason, and he pushed them apart even though you can tell he was trying so hard to do the opposite. He’s going to suffer big time now because why not, you said Skizz is always suffering anyway.

not my usual silly, I’m not in the mood right now.

Thank you for the 'crappy' theory! Very interesting, I like it. (I do love myself some angst) :)

That is an oddly specific power, though if Joel were to have a power, I could see it being strange/niche lol

As always, thanks for the theory! (and I don't mind the pace change, anything and everything is welcome)

So.....about that update......it's not gonna happen for a bit......oops.......I'm working on it, I swear, my friend just rec'ed me a really good fic so I'm distracted by that rn lol (but I do really wanna finish this fic and continue writing more stuff, I love writing fics)

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

psych episode masterpost (18 july)

season one

🍍 pilot 1x01

🍍 spellingg bee 1x02

🍍 speak now or forever hold your piece 1x03

🍍 woman seeking dead husband: smokers okay no pets 1x04

🍍 9 lives 1x05

🍍 weekend warriors 1x06

🍍 who ya gonna call? 1x07

🍍 shawn vs. the red phantom 1x08

🍍 forget me not 1x09

🍍 from the earth to the starbucks 1x10

🍍 he loves me he loves me not he loves me oops he's dead 1x11

🍍 cloudy with a chance of murder 1x12

🍍 game set ... muuurder? 1x13

🍍 poker? i barely know her 1x14

🍍 scary sherry: bianca's toast 1x15

season two

🎤 american duos 2x01

🦖 sixty-five million years off 2x02

🍍 psy vs. psy 2x03

🍍 zero to murder in 60 seconds 2x04

🐎 and down the stretch comes murder 2x05

📰 meat is murder but also murder is murder 2x06

📚 if you're so smart then why are you dead? 2x07

🍼 rob-a-bye baby 2x08

🚤 bounty hunters! 2x09

🎄 gus' dad may have killed an old guy 2x10

🍷 there's something about mira 2x11

💊 the old and the restless 2x12

🎬 lights camera ... homicido 2x13

🍍 dis-lodged 2x14

🍍black and tan: a crime of fashion 2x15

🍍 shawn (and gus) of the dead 2x16

season 3

🚙 ghosts 3x01

🏫 murder? anyone? anyone? bueller? 3x02

🏍️ daredevils! 3x04

🍍 the greatest adventure in the history of basic cable 3x04

🍍 disco didn't die it was murdered! 3x05

🛢️ there might be blood 3x06

🛼 talk derby to me 3x07

🏦 gus walks into a bank 3x08

🎅🏻christmas joy 3x09

🐬 six feet under the sea 3x10

🍍 lassie did a bad bad thing 3x11

🧯 earth wind and ... wait for it 3x12

🏈 any given friday night at 10PM 3x13

🍍 truer lies 3x14

🏕️ tuesday the 17th 3x15

🍿an evening with mr. yang 3x16

season four

👑 extradition: british columbia 4x01

✈️ he dead 4x02

🤠 high noon-ish 4x03

⛪️ the devil's in the details ... and the upstairs bedroom 4x04

🥎 shawn gets the yips 4x05

🥻 bollywood homicide 4x06

💻 high top fade out 4x07

🐺 let's get hairy 4x08

🍍 shawn takes a shot in the dark 4x09

🪖 you can't handle this episode 4x10

🍍 thrill seekers and hell raisers 4x11

❤️ a very juliet episode 4x12

🦠 death is in the air 4x13

🍍 think tank 4x14

🦈 the head the tail the whole damn episode 4x15

🎞️ mr. yin presents 4x16

season five

🥋 romeo and juliet and juliet 5x01

💉 feet don't fail me now 5x02

👽 not even close ... encounters 5x03

🍷 chivalry is not dead ... but someone is 5x04

🏎️ shawn & gus in drag (racing) 5x05

🍍 viagra falls 5x06

⛓️‍💥 ferry tale 5x07

🍍 shawn 2.0 5x08

🚁 one maybe two ways out 5x09

🍍 extradition ii: the actual extradition part 5x10

👻 in plain fright 5x11

📧 dual spires 5x12

🚓 we'd like to thank the academy 5x13

🍍 the polarizing express 5x14

🍍dead bear walking 5x15

💉yang 3 in 2d 5x16

season six

🇬🇧 shawn rescues darth vader 6x01

🍍 last night gus 6x02

🩸 this episode sucks 6x03

📰 the amazing psych-man & tap man issue 2 6x04

⚾️ dead man's curveball 6x05

🍍 shawn interupted 6x06

🍍 in for a penny 6x07

🧘 the tao of gus 6x08

💍 neil simon's lover's retreat 6x09

🖼️ indiana shawn and the temple of the kinda crappy rusty old dagger 6x10

🗡️ heeeeere's lassie 6x11

🍍 shawn and the real girl 6x12

🍍 let's doo-wop it again 6x13

📚 autopsy turvy 6x14

🍍 true grit 6x15

🍍 santabarbaratown 6x16

season seven

🍍 santabarbaratown 2 7x01

🏠 juliet takes a luvvah 7x02

📹 lassie jerky 7x03

🇲🇽 no country for two old men 7x04

🎸 100 clues 7x05

🎪 cirque de soul 7x06

💍 deez nups 7x07

🦋 turn right or left for dead 7x08

🪟 juliet wears the pantsuit 7x09

💛 santa barbarian candidate 7x10

🗑️ office space 7x11

🎙️ dead air 7x12

💉 nip and suck it 7x13

🍍 no trout about it 7x14

🎵 psych: the musical 7x15

season 8

🪄 lock stock some smoking barrels and burton guster's goblet of fire 8x01

s.i.e.z.e. the day 8x02

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-02-12

The sun is slowly coming back

Listening: Vienna Teng, because she posted a thing about the start of her Germany tour and I'm going to the tail end of that in March. I like how especially the Dreaming Through the Noise songs are often about relatively mundane modern things. Like "1br/1ba", which is about finding an okay but kinda crappy apartment for yourself, or "City Hall" which is about getting gay married in San Francisco in 2004.

Reading: While flipping through my Wishlist on Kobo, I saw they had Bloodchild available for free. Bloodchild is so good. It's a sci-fi love story. It's about commitment and responsibility and anxiety. It's about power dynamics. It's about mpreg. There are bugs.

Bloodchild especially lands because at no point does it other the Tlic. They're people, which makes them way, way more interesting.

Also, started rereading Gideon the Ninth because I should reread that series so I can see all the secrets and hoo boy are there secrets. God damn this is a whole different book. Dulcinea was like kind of vaguely ominous on a first read but she is so much more now. Almost done with that.

Watching: Good Bad Movie night was Yellow Submarine, the Beatles musical animated movie. It's absolutely bizarre but it's also very pretty, every frame is a worthwhile desktop wallpaper. Big bold colours and some very extravagant design.

Also more Gundam, and catching up to Gundam on Mobile Suit Breakdown, a Gundam watch-along-and-research podcast.

Playing: Oops All Dark Souls. Found my way back out of Blighttown, visited the Undead Asylum, went through Sen's Fortress and up into Anor Londo, but now I am trapped in the Painted World. I killed the dragon but there appears to be another dragon in my way so now I have to go around and deal with the fucking wheel skeletons.

It's great how Dark Souls makes you go from "ugh this is impossible" to "why was I having such a hard time" in like two hours, it took several tries for me to figure out the toxic hollows in Ariamis but by the time I took down the dragon I was literally sprinting through the level clobbering them with light running attacks.

Making: Parts for the NAS system are arriving so I am busy designing the case. Lots of sketching things, transferring them into CAD, and then throwing it out because it doesn't quite line up. I think I've got a good idea but it has yet to go into CAD.

I'm busy printing a dummy hard drive so that I can get a physical sense for the items because I don't want to heft my very expensive real drives around. Testing out Lightning Infill, a plastic-saving infill that is non-structural but can support solid upper layers with a minimal amount of plastic.

Tools and Equipment: ACPICA is a weird little software tool for Linux made by Intel that you can use to dump, rewrite, and patch ACPI entries on your system. Dealing with ACPI is a goddamn pain in the ass but this dramatically simplifies it to just a pain in the ass. Here's a little doc on how to do patching specifically that I am busy dealing with at work.

[threeeyedharemp3]

2, 5, 7, 12 and 22 for these are sure some asks!!

:DDD thanks char!!

2 - what are some of the things that have made you who you are?

discovering patti smith when i was twelve - reading anything and everything when i was a kid - starting to play music :D

5 - something that makes you ridiculously happy?

brainrotting about crowley and aziraphale hehe. grinning to myself talking to myself about how much they love each other and all the details of good omens sansknakjsnak it brings me much joy <3

7 - song stuck in your head right now?

nothing right now, but before it was When the Sun Hits by Slowdive! love that song ough song of all time

12 - something you want to monolouge about?

a few years ago i was really intensely into bob dylan the musician, his songs (and he himself) have a lot of Lore, and i bought a lot of his cds and learnt to play a mildly unholy number of his songs. for a while i was obsessed with his album Blood on the Tracks, released 1975 on the columbia label, but recorded in two major sessions, one in i think september 1974 in new york, it started with a full band but he would just *start playing* and kick people out when they couldn't keep up, until it was him and a (probably very nervous) bass player. all of these songs were recorded in open d tuning capo 2nd fret, using most of the same chords which all have very distinct sounds to them, like a particular inversion of Am. he went home for christmas and his brother pretty much told him it was too raw and wasn't going to sell, so he put together a band of minnesota musicians and redid about half the songs, this is what got released. the songs were *supposedly* inspired by the short stories of a russian author (can't remember which one but one of the famous ones), although most if not all of them can be interpreted to be about his failing marriage to Sara Lownds. he denys this, which is fair enough, people pry into his private life quite a bit. he says all the songs are fictional, though he did say that Tangled Up In Blue took him 'ten years to live and two years to write' or something along those lines. because all the songs are in the same tuning, i learned to play all of them (probably badly) on this crappy blue classical guitar, which was all i had at the time. and i played them All The Time. i had a copy of the cd which i got for like five dollars, which for some reason i tragically got rid of when i cleared out a bunch of my stuff, but i listened to that A Lot. so much so that i very nearly memorised the whole thing and once auditorially hallucinated part of it in the middle of the night. but i played a few of them again recently, listened of some of the old 1974 acoustic versions, and damn. even though it's not as *mind blowing* as it was when i first heard it, it was such a major piece of media in my life and in my musical development.

oops that's kinda long hehe

22 - strangest thing that has happened to me this week?

uhm i just had to pull my sibling out of a baby swing like two hours ago, that was a bit random.

[demon-at-peace]

ok but this is like, so amazing? so i'm gonna try to do it, I know it's crappy. And like it got less goofy as I wrote it, so I’m sorry! I kinda failed, but oops.

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The Justice League often had press problems. It could be someone who had doubts about the security of the earth, or if the Superheros were really heroes. But people loved gossip, and so when someone asked questions like these, the press very quickly got a hold of it.

In this case it was nineteen year old Luke Newman, he had been protesting Phantoms place in the Justice League for at least a year. However very recently she’d gotten an interview and the story had went viral.

This wasn’t uncommon, the only issue was Phantom specifically need to address it. The issue with that was he would never stay on script. He said what he wanted to say and nothing more or less. One memorable moment was his recital of Hamilton. He was a surprisingly good singer, and really he did preform Guns & Ships beautifully. The only benefit of that little incident was theatre kids now defended him with every bit of their soul.

Really though there was no controlling what he said, whether it was a presentation on tax numbers and the horrible economy that only benefited the rich, a musical or a your mom joke. There was no telling what would happen.

In this case though he needed to address the issue directly. Because if he didn’t, well the press would have a field day. Batman had talked to Phantom, but there was still no telling what he’d do. The interview was scheduled, and they were nervous.

“Phantom, people doubt that care for the people of the world, and this is a valid point seeing as you have no legitimate reason to care for the people of earth,” the interview states with face, holding her notepad calmly.

Phantom smiles sadly, “So to put it simply they think I’m a monster, simply because they don’t understand me? Then I have a question for you Ms. Young, if you were to meet a black woman, would you call her a monster because you don’t understand her culture?”

“That’s completely different!” The reporter sputters. “Really Phantom, obviously I wouldn’t, she’s from here, just because her culture is different doesn’t mean she’s a monster!”

“How is it different?” Phantom cocks his head, “You do realize I’m human too, the only difference is I died, and guess what? I didn’t move on, so I’m stuck here haunting the living. Why do you think I care about earths politics?”

“Uh, well many people take interest when it benefits them, besides when adjusting to a new place people often study culture and politics..” she pauses looking at him awkwardly.

“Well Ms. Young that’s quite an argument, well it would be, if i wasn't raised and born on earth, and quite frankly no one from elsewhere cares about police brutality, those officers, they kill people yearly, in fact last year we had a grand tally of 1,173 innocent civilians killed by our own officers. Those officers officially have a higher death count than me." Phantom quirks a brow as he finishes.

"Well of course that is true, but your hate of the government is rather concerning," she states primly.

"Is it?" Phantom start chuckling, “Why? it’s so corrupt, really though they kill more people yearly than I ever could,” he stares icily at the camera despite his joking tone.

“Well that’s quite a statement, but moving on, what do you feel about these allegations?” Ms. Young continues stiffly her smile strained.

“To quote my role model one Jazz Fenton, I can’t care less about what you think of me,” Phantom says proudly grinning.

“Well then, I don’t believe I have anything else to say, so you Phantom?” Ms Young asks him.

“Just one thing Ms. Young, +1 408 XXX XXXX, that’s the phone number of Vlad Masters oops,” Phantom grins and turns and walks out.

The interview ended, with most people displeased. Batman was certainly unhappy the issue was resolved but now they had a new one.. The Justice Leagues PR department had to deal with a big problem. Phantom was disappointed because he hadn’t had an opportunity to recite the Bee Movie. He had next time of course.

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Yikes this stuff bad, I don’t really care, I attempted it cause it was a beautiful concept, like to the person who came up with the idea you are brilliant. Like I’d give you my blue PJO cookies if I ever met you, cause you’re seriously a genius.

I didn’t put a proper phone number in cause someone would call it, and irritating somebody would be mean.

Bye :)

Phantom is not allowed to talk to the press for Justice League stuff anymore because he will, without prompting, start saying the most unhinged out of pocket shit. Police brutality statistics, rich people's bank information, political dirty laundry, and on one occasion the entire Bee Movie script.

I will politely refuse this ask.

[welcometotheocverse]

The letter M for the letters ask game? <3

Let's go with the girl because it's thinking about her hours.

Full Name Millie Winchester. ( i haven't come up with a middle name oops)

Nicknames, If Any: I wanna say Millie itself is a nickname tho I haven't figured out what for, but maybe Mills by the boys.

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.

Gender : cis girl ( she/her)

Sexuality: Pansexual (keeps it close to the chest due to traveling through certain areas/being around certain hunters where sometimes not being safe for her to say so/be open about it)

A Song I Associate With Them: Right now everything but also Labour by Paris Paloma and Go Far by Noah Kahan

3 Important Relationships: John for better or for worse ( mainly for worst) was the only parent she had and it absolutely shaped her. Like her brothers after the trauma of the fire and hunting and discovering monsters were real at the age of five her father represented safety for most of her childhood. Dean was still the good son tho.

Sam and Dean: her brothers are everything to her Millie would do anything to protect them. She was there when Dean wouldn't talk for months. She was there when Sam started walking, she was there through every crappy motel room they were stuck in it's very much the three of them against the world.

The Harvelles': Ellen took her in after her fallout with Jhon and helped her find cases and network with other hunters but more importantly gave her a safe place to stay with no questions asked. ( Bobby did this too but Harvelle's was her "go back to" place for all the years Jhon and Dean didn't talk to her)

2 Fears: Losing her brothers ( rip) Azazel

1 Element of their backstory: Dean was the momma's boy but prior to the fire Millie was absolutely Jhon's little girl. She was his favorite.