#where they think their better than others based on what badge they have

[ghostingcrows]

Also on the topic of RiD

I feel like we moved past the fact that the Bee put bombs in the Decepticons head and was actively threatening their lives if they didn’t behave a little too quickly-

I mean 

The good guys folks

[oodlyenough]

oblig dual destinies post

i finished the base game of dual destinies today, as in, everything but the dlc case. but the dlc case i assume is kind of a, er, side adventure that won't change much about my opinion of the main narrative, so here we go. spoilers for the first 5 cases

well that wasn't very good was it

things i did like

number one top spot MVP honourable mention goes to aura blackquill. aura is a great character, extremely my type of character, and her story was pretty interesting. every time aura was on screen i was having a good time. i cannot believe they hid the best, canon ace attorney toxic yuri in its worst game (that i've played so far). obviously wish we saw more of aura, more of aurametis, and more of aura with athena, but what we did get was honestly pretty good and much, much more explicit than i ever expected this franchise to get. i am a dog being tricked into taking a pill because it was hidden in a spoon of peanut butter.

i also liked athena. i was predisposed to like her because all the major female characters in this franchise start with a buff for me, but i did think her over the top exuberant competitive go-getter attitude coupled with the PTSD flashback sprites were a pretty good combo. i think she was unequivocally the star of this game, and i think we should have played her for a lot more of it. her power is goofy as all hell and mood matrix isn't a great minigame, but, well, uh, it's dual destinies i have to adjust my expectations somewhere.

i like that phoenix got his badge back. i can critique all the ways it played out, because you can critique just about everything in this game to the moon(rock) and back, but like. fundamentally. i like this choice and i'm glad it happened. i also like that we got to see edgeworth and pearl and got a letter from maya. it seems obvious this is the franchise trying to course correct after a rough reception to aa4, but frankly i don't really care, because i do think aa4 fucked up there. i liked aa4 and i think it was a better game than this; i also think it's quite a bummer of a game and in many places a middle finger to fans of the trilogy, so, i'll take the olive branches DD is offering me. 🤷🏼‍♀️

fullbright started off annoying to me but i did warm to him. there's one bit in case 3 where he and athena just cheer "in justice we trust!!!" back and forth that made me laugh. i thought the idea of the big bad being the friendly cop was pretty good. more on that later.

turnabout academy was dumb as hell (affectionate) and i liked it and the npcs were mostly really fun and/or funny. i love you aa5 klavier you hot washed up mess. somehow dual destinies made me more invested in klavier than aa4 did.

things i did not like

where do i start

jk, actually, the first place to start is Why The Hell Can't I Play This Game. writing and characterization and everything aside, this game is SO disinterested in being a game. i can't click stuff. characters autonomously solve puzzles on my behalf without even giving me a second to think of them. the minigames are reduced. investigation days are dull because i can't click anything. it weakens the characterization of the player and the companion character because you don't get their inane chatter. characters don't react to evidence being presented in interesting ways.

the attention to detail and love that went in to so many facets of the trilogy that made it so beloved are just not present here. i don't know what the issue was, rushed dev time or what was going on, but the wrong corners were cut. i made a separate post aout this example because it's so galling: in 1-4 if you try to present the photo of gregory's body to edgeworth, you get custom dialogue where maya intervenes and tells phoenix off for trying to show miles his dead dad. in 5-5 if you present photos of aura's murder to athena she reacts with the same generic disinterest dialogue she gives every other piece of evidence.

the characterization of the returning characters, ie not the ones new to dual destinies like athena and co, is at best watered down and one-note, and at worst out of character. i said i was happy to see edgeworth, and i stand by that overall; but his behaviour in the trial in 5-5 is like madlib edgeworth dialogue, half-hearted fanfic rather than anything to convince you it's a character who lived through the trilogy. phoenix is dumbed down and it's particularly noticeable coming off of aa4, where NPC phoenix was a fucking galaxybrained 5D chess puppeteer who was always one step ahead of everyone, and now he's like, incapable of making basic deductions. all dual destinies phoenix knows is eat hot chip be bisexual and bluff. boring, weak writing. he barely even reacts to trucy being kidnapped. perhaps because trucy is no longer a character and instead is just one extended "teen girl says the word panties" joke.

apollo... lmao... i hate to say it but i don't think apollo should've been in this game. i think his fans would be right to say that he deserved a sequel and that was what was set up by aa4, but all he does in this game is compete for the spotlight with athena, and lose. athena's story is the main story of this game and it is hindered by the detours DD has to take to include apollo; apollo, meanwhile, doesn't even really get anything of substance. we see him mourn a friend we never met and go off on a sidequest we don't partake in. the rift between the WAA would be really interesting if they... wrote it better, or let it sit longer, or let any character react to it for longer than ten seconds.

which gets to the most frustrating thing about this game: there are a lot of pretty good ideas here, hidden under layers of uninteractive "gameplay" and clunky writing that misses its emotional beats. the dark age of the law is a hilarious term but the justice system in AA IS super mega fucked up and that's a fine subject for the game to tackle, until they start pretending it's somehow *new* and that for some reason a prosecutor being convicted of murder was the final straw (ignore all the OTHER prosecutors who were convicted of murder in the golden age). the finale case you can practically FEEL capcom breathing down its shoulder, desperate to right the ship of the IP, scrambling to put together pieces that worked in the past.

but despite athena's backstory being probably the most compelling part of the game, it's hard to shake the feeling that we're getting a remix of turnabout goodbyes, except, well, worse. and that feeling is exacerbated by phoenix and edgeworth, who lived that case, never having or expressing any feelings to suggest they ... lived that case. on paper, edgeworth prosecuting a child who killed a parent by mistake is really interesting! but DD doesn't do anything with it. i actually really like fullbright being the phantom, and if i hadn't been spoiled by fandom, i think i would've been surprised. but that twist is undermined by the reveal that actually the character we knew was ... um... an amorphous shapeshifting blob with no independent identity, there's no sense of real betrayal between him and blackquill bc he's not a real person and blackquill was lying about trusting him so like ... who cares...

in conclusion

i see a lot of the shared DNA with investigations 1, and i have a lot of the same complaints. fun new characters, albeit underwritten; disappointing characterization from returning characters; in aai i found the puzzles frustrating, whereas here they felt nonexistent. at least aai1 had really cute pixel art and let me click stuff, though. shrek meme they don't even have investigating.

i am saying aai1, because i haven't played aai2 yet, and fandom swears up and down it's way better. but i have to be honest. what are the odds that of the four ace attorney games this guy wrote, three of them suck and one is a banger... i guess i'll find out in september when the port comes out :P or maybe when i play SOJ next i'll love it too. stay tuned

[brain-n-body-in-disarray]

I'm fed up.

I've seen another of these posts where they say "high functioning" ND and autists have it "good", or whatever.

Being "high functioning" doesn't make it less of a struggle. Just a different kind of struggle.

I'm "supposed" to be better at life if my symptoms are "lesser", if I'm abled to mask so well, right?

Wrong.

I'm just in an eternal loop of burn-out and anxiety.

By being categorised "high functioning", by being unseen, I fell through the cracks. That means I didn't get any help, I was on my own. I'm expected to be a successful, self-reliant adult and I'm clearly not. I'm a mess.

I'm invisible. That's no cool super-power, believe me.

People just asks me "what's wrong with you?" but expects me to be like them. "High functioning" is bullshit. That's not a grocery lists of symptoms you have to check. That's not a badge to earn. You can never speak a word and use AAC full time and not being able to "take the joke" and fake your way in this allistic world, and still being a functioning adult that isn't breaking down every two minutes. Which one is "high functioning", tell me?

It depends of your definition of "functioning", I guess.

There's no high or low, just different experiences.

And just because you can do something doesn't mean you don't need help with it. Because being able to do something doesn't mean you can't suffer from it. It doesn't mean you want to have to battle and cry and bleed to do it.

I'm just so tired of this "high functioning" bullshit.

Find another word, people.

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I'll add, a bit more calmly, that what I think is wrong with this is the criterias people uses to decide if it's low or high functioning.

It's based on the symptoms and traits neuroatypicals finds jarring (and thus make the diagnosis criterias) instead on looking on negative effects the disorder have on us, beside, you know, the things that make us stand out.

I know autists that are "obviously autistic", that get accommodations, and I see them thrive. In the meanwhile, I see autists that are categorised as "high functioning" that are chronically depressed because they got to a point where they can't cope anymore. Masking and living unseen and unhelped in the allistic world is exhausting and traumatic.

I'm not saying "low functioning" ND have it good. Certainly not so. There's horrific things done to so many of them because allistic people want to "cure" them and make them "normal". So, no, they don't have it good.

What I'm trying to say is, different experiences make different results, but you can't say one is worse than the other.

That's what anger me with these posts I've seen. That people erases my struggles because of some misconceptions about my life and how I experience it.

I just want a peaceful community linked by our similarities, where we can learn from our differences, instead of fighting over petty things like stuffs like this. What's the point of a feud?

[tobiasdrake]

Obsessed with what it means to be a follower of Junko's ideology of despair. Like. We all know and understand what despair is as a feeling. But. What is despair as an ideological driving force? What does it mean to create a world of despair - like, on the macro scale?

What is the culture of Ultimate Despair as a global movement?

"What is despair as an ideology?" is an incredibly complicated question to answer. So much so that Junko 2.0 herself, Monaca Towa, got twisted up in confused knots trying to answer it and wound up ragequitting the whole thing.

Because at the end of the day, trying to pin a legitimate philosophy to Ultimate Despair may well be an effort in futility. It's an attempt to interpret a consistent and credible belief system out of the impulsive ramblings of a self-destructive neurodivergent teenager chasing the most extreme possible stims. Ultimate Despair as an ideology defies rationality by design.

What does Despair with a capital D mean? I dunno. What does it mean to you?

Culturally, I think Ultimate Despair would be an onion. It would have a lot in common with other kinds of cults; There'd be layers to it. Various depths to descend into when you're ready for the next step of radicalization.

On the surface, the outermost layer of the onion, you have the recruitment and enabling layer. This is where everyone begins their journey into despair. The layer that takes you in and tells you it's okay. It's okay to be yourself. You don't have to pretend. We're not going to judge you. You can find a home here.

This is where recruitment begins, as vulnerable people are given a support network and social structure with one hand, while being fed rhetoric with the other.

On the next layer down, you'd have nihilistic vice indulgence. Nothing matters, there are no rules, so go ahead and do whatever you want. You want to eat the entire pizza? Gamble your savings away? Stab your asshole neighbor in the throat with a fork? You go do that thing. I believe in you.

The second layer is freedom from social consequence. It's where you're taught to stop trying. Stop trying to be better. Stop hoping for a better world. Just give up and indulge your base desires. Despair can be a force for empowerment. Just live in your feelings and do. It doesn't matter what.

At the third layer, you begin to understand what the others are talking about when they say hope is not the enemy of despair, but the fuel for it. It sounded like gibberish before. But you've been listening to podcasts and talking to other members and it's starting to settle in.

You're starting to look forward to things. Foolish, pointless, unnecessary things just to set yourself up for failure. You're playing tricks on other members, inventing lies to get them excited so they can feel the sting of disappointment right alongside you.

Rather than a means to the end of enjoying things, enjoying things is becoming a means to the end of experiencing despair. You're starting to play a trick on your own mind, reframing the hurt and disappointment as enjoyable. You're falling in love with being as miserable as the rest of your community, so you can all commiserate together.

You're learning to wear your misery as a badge of honor.

The fourth layer would then be self-harm. Once people become convinced that despair is empowering then the next step down is the active pursuit of despair. Emotions you depend on can become very addictive. This stage is where trauma becomes a drug.

This stage uses trauma as a ritual of group investment, the way other cults use toxic machismo or financial investment or acts of devotion to their cause. Break your childhood mementos. Shoot your dog. Stab yourself in the gut. Kill your parents. Post pictures of it online and tell your tale so all your bros know how epic of a true despair sufferer you are.

On the upper layers of the onion, they'll assure you that these guys aren't a real thing. Critics of the movement are blowing things out of proportion. But you hit this point and there's nothing better than the rush you get when you find a new form of despair to put on yourself, and everyone else gets to watch you do it and go, "Whoa, I want to get traumatized THAT hard!"

But. Once you've burned all your stuff and killed everyone you love, where do you go from there?

The fifth and final layer is where you receive your mission. You've chased group participation to its farthest possible extreme and nothing means anything anymore. You've desensitized yourself to the world so much that you've become numb to the idea of anything truly mattering. All you have left in front of you is to die for the cause. That's the only purpose your life even has anymore.

You're ready to put on a Monokuma mask and go deface the Statue of Liberty or blow up New York or something. Whatever the leadership structure of Ultimate Despair, which has been largely silent up until this point and allowed the community itself to mold you, now needs from you. You came into this to escape from the burdens of society and now you're ready to become a soldier.

And if they don't give you a mission then you'll devise one on your own. Your final hope is that you'll be remembered as a hero of the cause. Like all other hopes, it is a lie.

[inkedobsidian]

~ Is this your card? S.R ~

summary: Spencer and Derek are canvassing bars when Derek convinces Spencer to try and impress the bartender but she has a trick of her own

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,486

a/n: Based on 4X9 scene! Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Saturday always pulled a big crowd into every bar, and the one Derek and Spencer were sent to canvas was no exception. Music boomed from every corner as people stumbled from the bar to the dance floor. Derek and Spencer took different sides of the bar talking to everyone from staff members to people just there to have a good time. Derek was easily having a better time in the club than Spencer was, Derek had been offered numbers from various women while a few women had asked Spencer if he was the unsub himself. If he hadn't of showed his badge first most women would've just walked past him. After another group of women denied Spencer's fliers and walked away he quickly gave up on talking by himself and walked back to the middle of the club to find Derek.

"So, how's it going?" Derek questioned as if he hasn't just seen another group of girls dismiss Spencer's offer for a flier and walk away.

"Not good. I gave the profile to one woman she asked if I was the unsub. How are you doing?" Spencer hated that he wasn't as smooth with talking to the public as Derek was and he never really understood why he was the one sent out to talk to people.

"Well, I gave out all my fliers," Derek replied. It was always easy for him to talk to the public but then again he didn't have the social-anxiety that Spencer did, especially in situations like a bar where he had to talk to women.

"How many phone numbers did you get?" Spencer joked. Everything they were in a setting like this whether on the job or not Derek was always given numbers by women, Spencer understood why though he was a smooth talker.

"None. I'm working a case here kid," Spencer immediately gave a questioning look, there was no way that he was going to believe that not a single woman offered their numbers to Derek. "Okay, 4 were offered, but I didn't take any of them."

Spencer immediately could not believe that Derek didn't take a single number that was offered, he was always so open about being single and very ready to mingle even on cases. It wounded Derek a little bit that not one single person had properly listened to Spencer, he knew that he could babble sometimes but he was a sweet kid and there was a reason Derek called him 'pretty boy'.

"Alright look, let me school you real quick. What you have to do with these ladies, just take control of the conversation. When you're talking what makes you feel like an expert?" Derek really wanted Spencer to get more confidence in his everyday life so the lessons start now. Spencer looked like he was understanding but really he was just wondering how much Dereks advice would work considering he doesn't look like him. How seriously would a woman listen to someone 'take control' of the conversation if he didn't look like Morgan?

"Uh… statistics." Derek didn't think Spencer would take the question so literally but the look on Spencer's face showed that that was genuinely the answer that first came to his mind.

"No. Trust me. No. Something else." Spencer tended to rattle on whatever statistics came to his mind and while that's helpful in cases it wouldn't grab the attention of everyone woman Spencer tried to talk to.

"Um, well when I do magic," Spencer replies nodding.

"See? See. That's perfect. Chicks dig magic." Derek didn't really know if women liked magic but if it made Spencer more confident then why not it's worth a try. Spencer on the other hand didn't look too sure.

"I'm gonna give you a chance to work it. Come here," Derek said as he pulled Spencer towards the bar where Y/N was working, "Excuse me, sweetheart. Whenever you get a chance."

"Hi, what can I get for you?" Y/N says leaning on the bar. Derek patted Spencer on the back telling him to be the one to talk.

"Hi, we're with the FBI. We're looking for this man does he look at all familiar to you?" Spencer said putting one of the filers in front of Y/N on the bar. Derek stayed around a little trying to gauge Y/N's reaction to Spencer.

"I mean it's not much of a picture," Y/N said looking down at the very basic drawing of a man the could literally be anyone in this bar.

"I know, you know what might help, actually," Derek took this as his queue to leave and let Spencer do his thing, whatever that was, "Is he has a scar on his eye right about there." As Spencer finished his sentence he stabbed a pen through the drawing's eye causing Y/N to look at him with confusion and intrigue.

"We also know that he's taken classes where he's learned how to distract," As Spencer talks he spins the paper and pulls the pen along not ripping the paper, "and charm his victim"

Y/N then lets out a chuckle as she picks up the paper and looks back up at Spencer who's just got the biggest smile on his face. He realized that Derek was actually right and that he actually charmed someone.

"Okay, that was amazing how did you do that?" Y/N loved magic tricks she thought they were the best so it was lucky that Spencer went up to that specific bartender to try his magic trick on.

"That's privileged information I'm afraid," Spencer replies laughing. Derek watches from a distance as they both just seem to be laughing at Spencers trick.

"Okay, so what do I do if I see this guy?" Y/N asks subconsciously leaning closer to Spencer over the bar. Spencer was still in awe that his trick worked at all.

"Oh you should definitely give me- I mean us a call. you should give us a call." He says stumbling over his words. Y/N couldn't think of anything better than giving him a call even though they didn't even know each other's name.

"You didn't give me your number… or your name for that matter." Y/N really didn't want him to leave without giving his number, she just hoped he was going too.

"Oh, it's behind your ear," Spencer said giggling. Just as he said that Y/N reached behind her ear and pulled out a similar card with his name and number on it.

"Doctor huh? Well, it's been lovely to meet you, Doctor." Y/n giggled putting the card in her pocket. "And just in the case you want it, here's mine." With a flick of her wrist, a card appeared in Y/N's hand and Spencer's eyes went wide. She handed it back to him and noticed it was his card. He got a bit sad thinking she's just given his card back to him.

"This is my card?" Spencer questioned.

"Not on the back it's not." Y/N laughed. Spencer turned the card around to see a number scribbled on it and a name 'Y/N'. He had no idea how she'd done it and honestly, he didn't care he was just insanely impressed. He stared at it for a bit longer and Y/N pulled the card she was given back out showing that she still had the original card he gave her and his number.

"How did you manage that?" Spencer was so starstruck that he'd completely forgotten the case and the fact that Derek was stood watching from a distance.

"That's privileged information, Doctor," Y/N smirked as she replied and was glad that for once she didn't stumble over her words while trying to flirt. Spencer was still taken aback by everything that as he waved to walk away he could only stumble out a simple goodbye. Y/N waved too and just stared down at the card. As they walked away Derek slapped Spencer on the back oozing proud big brother energy.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Derek kept laughing and Spencer couldn't help but laugh too.

"She gave me her number… On my card. Not even the one I gave her." Spencer chuckled. Derek didn't hear what they talked about so he completely missed that, it ended up shocking Derek as much as it did Spencer.

"You got out magic-ed?" Derek started laughing even more. He almost completely missed the fact that Spencer just said that she gave him her number.

In reality, Spencer couldn't stop thinking about how she did it. She'd never admit it but in reality earlier in the night Y/N had walked past Spencer and he dropped one of his cards, she tried to give it back but he'd disappeared before she got a chance so she kept it just in case. The number on the back was in case he was cute, Y/N was so glad she did after officially meeting Spencer.

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

I know you're not Identifying-cars-in-posts, but could you tell me about this car? Best pic I could get. It's got such a creature face, I really like it

First off, PLEASE feel free to treat me as a makeshift @identifying-cars-in-posts. I'm pretty sure I said as much at some point, but I should update my pinned to reflect that. Second off, I genuinely did the held in snore-laugh WHAT IS THAT THING

And I did indeed not know, due to the gaps in my knowledge of SUVs that size caused mainly by them barely ever coming to places like Europe, whose human-sized environments are not comfortably navigated by these absolute fucking monsters - hell, I live near a two way road that gets almost 25cm narrower than this thing. Oh, for yanks, that's just over the length of my- you know what actually let's not give that information to the public I can think of something else, uhhhhh that's about a head's width right? Lemme look it up on Wikipedia. Nope, apparently it's about from your chin to your hair. Did you know Wikipedia has a subsection on median human head measurements on the not at all creepily named article "Human head"? There's a table from lowest 99- wait, what were we talking about? Oh right, that thing. How did I get sidetracked like that? I swear that never happens.

I know it's a recent SUV by Nissan's luxury brand Infiniti because it looks recent and has an Infiniti badge that's visible from space, so I just did what I usually do, type what I know into Google Images (yes, DuckDuckGo users, you get to feel superior to me) and glance around at the results to see if I stumble into it. "Infiniti SUV", however, net me zilch. So I figured, since the damn thing so big and goofy it makes the picture you sent look like an Animorphs cover where a car turns into a semi, it could not possibly be anything but the top-of-the-range QX80, and thus googled that next. However, all the behemoths I saw looked much more acceptable, making me begin fearing I'd have to delve into the absolute mess that is the Infiniti naming scheme.

But then, I had an idea.

First result. B)

So what you saw is the second generation of, as I'd suspected, the Infiniti QX80. But also technically not.

See, the one below is the 2004 Infiniti QX56, based on the Nissan Armada based on the Titan based on me, but we(eee!) are never ever ever wait that's not how the song goes.

In 2010, out came its now Nissan Patrol-based second generation, who saw the awkwardness of the first one's roofline realizing at the end of the rear door that it actually can't slope down like that and its front end deciding it may need to be different but who said it must be better and emphatically asked it to hold its gas station sake.

But, in 2015, they did a restyling, in which they sprinkled some LEDs into the lights and fiddled with the bumpers creating the model you saw on the road and I found on Google - and used the occasion to transition the model to the new naming scheme.

You see, Infiniti had realized nobody could parse or remember their seemingly random letters and engine size names, so they started shifting to calling every car Q (or QX if it's vaguely gesturing towards the concept of off-roader) and use the numbers, like in many other brands, to denote where they sit in the range - thus the range topper got the highest number, going from QX56 (denoting its 5.6L engine) to QX80.

(good God.)

So technically, you could argue this to be the first generation of Infiniti QX80, since before this specific restyling there was no Infiniti QX80 because it was called QX56. But that logic would dictate someone who transitioned a year ago is a baby, and honestly if one stance on car names bars me from sex with trans people I'll pick the other.

Either way, they ran with that restyling for three years until they were like "Oh when y'all asked for a restyling you meant you wanted us to make it stop looking like a whale telling its daughter she is not going out dressed like that? Oh okay! Coulda said it earlier!" and gave it the second restyling that carried the model up to this year.

I'm not sure if it actually looks nice full stop or if it's just the whiplash from the Multipla-rivaling previous model, but at least the fender vents now look like they came from Infiniti and not Walmart. Though this generation is now getting sunset altogether, since in the mean time they figured out how to make the damn thing even larger.

This pedestrian mower's headlights have a 'bamboo forest design motif', which I'm very excited by, knowing many people that named their headlights' lack thereof as the key reason for their waning will to live. It's expected to cost Too Much and have a gas mileage rating of You Spent Six Digits On A Drivable House You Don't Get To Even Ask.

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[jadeacereigen]

Claw Reigen? 👀

oh GOD I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN WITH THIS

TIME TO LOOK AT MY OLD NOTES ABOUT HIM TO REFRESH MY MEMORY 😭

So Claw Reigen was this AU I came up with based on that moment in S1 where they make it seem like he's the Claw Boss. I never believed it for a second, but in my head I was kinda going "huh it would be an interesting au if it WAS true". Then I had my friend Parker watch the show and they genuinely fell for it and got super upset, so this made me come back to the random idea in my head and develop it more.

He's not the actual boss in my AU though, I made him a Scar instead because I thought that fit him better. Although he's a member of Claw's 5th division, no one has ever seen him use his powers and he still only describes them as "spiritual" when asked. Despite this, he is the 5th division's second-in-command and the leader Sakakibara obviously favors him despite him seemingly not contributing much to the group. This leads to rumors about Reigen being an incredibly weak esper or maybe even someone who isn't actually a Scar. (Because how could the Boss have respected his weak powers enough to spare his life after challenging him?)

None of these rumors are true, however...

(more details below sorry this got really long)

Reigen is certainly hiding many things from everyone in his life, including his fellow colleagues at Claw. But perhaps he's hiding the most from his disciple, Mob, who he is training to become a strong esper. He wears makeup to hide most of his scar when he's not interacting with Claw members, so Mob doesn't see his scar until... Season 1 events. Mob believes that Claw is a group of superheros whose mission is to make the world a better place. If he proves his worth, they'll allow him to join his ranks and become a fellow hero. However, as of now he is just an apprentice and is not allowed to meet any other members.

Claw is actually unaware of Mob's existence, and Reigen very much intends to keep it that way. In truth, he's not actually loyal to Claw, but he knows what he must do to survive. He's fully aware that his scar is not a badge of honor but is in fact a marker of his own unworthiness to Suzuki. Once Suzuki completes his world domination, Reigen knows that he and the other Scars will be disposed of, and he is determined to not let that happen. Somehow, Mob is a very important part of this plan...

In terms of personality, Reigen is similar to his canon lighthearted counterpart when he's with Mob. However, he can have a bit of a cruel streak—when he saves Mob from the S1 art gallery scammers, he intentionally sends an evil spirit to haunt them. He's also not the best role model and still smokes around Mob sometimes, though he'll awkwardly snuff it out and make a lot of excuses if Mob stares at him for too long or points out that it's bad for his health.

This is in stark contrast to how he is when Mob isn't around. The makeup he wears to hide his scar also hides his dark eyebags and stress lines on his face. He generally has a bored, heavy look to his face and doesn't smile. When he's with Claw, he sneers a lot and talks very condescendingly to make sure he doesn't look weak. (Also he just hates everyone there tbh-) People don't take him seriously, but the few who actually manage to piss Reigen off know that his sneer disappearing is a very bad thing.

(Another random but important fact that I'm not sure how to fit in here is that he never takes off his gloves.)

In summary, Scar Reigen is still very much a man of lies and self-serving deceit, just... in a far more twisted way than canon. He thinks he's long past redemption or changing his ways, but is that really true?

Anyway uh wow I talked a lot I'm not even sure if any of this makes any sense 😭 I was pretty into the idea of writing this au out as a fanfic last year but I quickly got stuck because I just couldn't figure out where to begin with it and what the structure of the story would even be like. I don't exactly see myself coming back to it but who knows. Idk

[deanstead]

Murder Next Door || Part 3

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When one of Jay’s neighbours is found dead, both he and Y/N find themselves right smack in the middle of what could turn out to be a very dangerous situation.

Word Count: 3,321

Tags/Warnings: canon-typical mentions of murder, blood, idiots-in-love

A/N: A lot happens in this part but I decided not to drag it out and finish it up here! This was really meant to be a one-shot but I got carried away and wrote like 8k+ words so I just split it into three parts. Hope you guys have enjoyed this! Floored by the positive response to this!!! Hit me up and let me know what you think!

MINI SERIES MASTERLIST || JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

Part 2

The timing of everything was hell, especially since they were right smack in the middle of a murder case. A murder case that you found yourself in the middle of. But even so, this silver lining was kind of a bright silver lining, so much so that you could almost forget about the looming threat.

Jay smiled at you as he put on his jacket.

“If anything happens, you call me.” Jay nagged.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I’ll be fine, Jay.”

He opened his mouth again but you stopped him. “I won’t open the door for anyone but you, Will or Intelligence.”

Jay smiled. “Glad to know you were paying attention.”

You didn’t answer, but you couldn’t anyway as Jay gave you a kiss. “I’ll call.”

Jay left the house in a considerably better mood than all the other days put together, and with a newfound determination that he was gonna find this guy no matter what he had to do to smoke him out.

Jay didn't even have time to take off his jacket at the district before he and Hailey were on the move based off of the new information they had - they’d tracked the burner phones back down to the stores and although there were some CCTV images, they weren’t enough for facial recognition. Despite that, one of the store owners remembered that the guy who had come in to get one of the burner phones on the list had used a credit card for a different purchase.

Jay glanced at Hailey, rapping on the door.

“Hi, Ms. Austin? We're looking for your father, Freddie Austin? We’d like to talk to him.” Jay said, raising his badge that rested around his neck.

The young lady who opened the door frowned. “What’s this about?”

Hailey spoke this time, with a smile. “We found some charges on his credit card that we’d like to find out more about. We just need his help, and probably yours.”

The woman frowned but stepped back to let the both of them in, anyway.

Freddie Austin was seated in a wheelchair, looking like it would take a toll on him just to leave the house, much less visit different stores to buy several burner phones.

Jay didn't say anything, Hailey naturally taking lead in the questioning. “So we tracked the purchase of several burner phones to a credit card in your father’s name. Can you take a look at this?”

Hailey handed over the slip to Freddie’s daughter and her eyes moved swiftly over the page before she nodded. “Yeah, I was going to cancel it but then I ended up using it for his daily expenses, groceries and stuff you know? I pay the bills anyway, so it’s still an active card. But I don’t even know where to buy a burner phone, there must be some mistake.”

Jay leaned forward this time. “Is there anyone else who has access to his card?”

There was a pause before she answered. “Yes… I brought in a caretaker recently. You know, one of those nurses that help with the elderly? Mainly for the times that I have to be at work.”

Jay nodded. “We need his information.”

On the way back now.

You sent the message to Jay, slipping your phone back into your pocket and glancing up at the darkening sky.

The meeting wasn’t supposed to have taken this long. In other words, you’d completely underestimated the time it would take, completely forgetting your editor was going to be there.

You pulled your jacket around you, quickening your footsteps just so you could make it out of the cold. Based on Jay’s last text, you figured he’d probably be home before you.

The rustling of bushes behind you made you turn just a little.

You’d been feeling like you had eyes on you for the most part of the day but you’d chalked it down to being a little paranoid in the daytime. But you weren’t sure you wanted to take any chances especially since it was getting dark.

It was the sound of footsteps next, shuffling footsteps which matched your speed, no matter if you went faster or slowed down. Now, you really were a little freaked.

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest and you wouldn’t be surprised if people on the street could hear it. Not that there was anyone around to confirm your theory.

You took one last glance behind you, barely registering the man behind you, his face hidden from view with a black cap, a mask over the bottom half of his face, his hands stuffed inside his pockets.

You turned back around quickly, glancing up to zero in on Jay’s building, mentally running your mind through what would happen if you started running.

Then you heard him start moving quicker.

You had no more time to think.

Slinging your bag across your shoulders more securely, you took off at a run, pumping your legs as hard as you could while reaching into your coat pocket for your bag so you could speed dial Jay’s number.

Focus, Y/N.

You weren’t sure if your call had connected but you took the steps up to the main door twice at a time, your fingers fumbling across the keypad that unlocked the door, panic really setting in when there was a beep indicating you’d keyed in the wrong code.

“Fuck.” You muttered, hearing the footsteps behind you sound like they were catching up with you.

You didn’t waste time, keying in the numbers again, hearing the door finally unlock with a click. You made it through, kicking the door closed with your foot and taking off towards the staircase, barely hearing the lock click behind you.

Even that didn’t stop you, as you reminded yourself that the last time someone had come in dressed as a police officer, you hadn’t beeped anyone in. Maybe he really had the code to the building, so you weren’t going to take any chances.

You stumbled up the stairs, hearing someone behind you, although you no longer knew if you were imagining it but you were too afraid to take a look.

You winced as you tripped, the impact of your knee hitting the floor buzzing through you but you scrambled back up to your feet and moved. The door to Jay’s corridor was right there and you pushed your way through it, colliding straight into someone, yelping in surprise.

“Y/N?”

Not anyone, your someone.

“Jay… someone…”

“What…” Jay glanced up behind you, noticing just a shadow that turned tail.

“Hey!” Jay yelled.

He looked down at you. “Get in the apartment now.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue. As Jay headed for the staircase, following whoever had been right behind you, you made the last lap to Jay’s apartment, closing the door behind you before you finally sank to the ground.

Jay put in a call to Voight while he was still on the street, glancing up and down.

“He put someone on her. I’m going to kill him.” Jay growled into the phone.

Adam and Kim had brought Freddie Austin’s caretaker in and he’d been in the interrogation room when Jay had left to check in on you. Voight assured Jay that they were handling it before Jay hung up.

But when Jay got back upstairs and opened the door quietly, you were out of sight.

“Y/N?” Jay called, stepping further into his apartment.

He was greeted by a moment of silence before he heard your voice. “Jay?”

You crawled out from behind the kitchen counter and Jay exhaled in relief, nodding. “Yeah it’s just me. It’s okay.”

Finally feeling like you could breathe again, you got up unsteadily as Jay met you halfway, enveloping you into his arms.

As you felt his arms go around you, your knees gave way along with the dip in your adrenaline but Jay pressed you against him securely. “Alright, come here.” Jay whispered.

Jay led you gently to the couch, before you even realized you were already crying, the leftover adrenaline pouring out of you.

Jay didn’t say anything, just held you tightly against him, one hand protectively resting on the back of your neck.

When you felt all cried out, you angled your head upwards to look at Jay, who glanced down at you. Despite everything, you felt this warmth as you lay there, huddled into Jay’s side. “Sorry.” You whispered.

Jay’s eyebrows met in the middle again. “What are you apologizing for?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and he tapped your cheek. “Stop that.”

“What are you thinking?”

You smiled back at him. “Thank god I’m in love with my best friend and that he loves me too.”

Jay stroked your cheek with this thumb gently, giving you a soft smile in return.

That night, Jay took out some of the frozen lasagnas just so you didn’t have to hear anyone knock the door and barely left your side, even going so far as to tuck you in that night.

As he got up, you reached out impulsively, catching a few of his fingers.

Jay turned to look at you but you didn’t say anything.

“Shall I stay?” Jay asked quietly.

Your eyes flicked up to his. “Can you?”

Jay smiled. “Always.”

So he climbed into bed with you, fitting himself right behind you so that you’d drift off to sleep, encircled by his arms and his warmth.

“Alright, we got a name.” Adam said, just as Jay walked in.

Afraid to get charged for anything more than petty larceny, the caregiver had finally spilled to Adam and Kevin, revealing that he’d indeed been the one to purchase the burner phones but he’d passed them on to someone he knew.

Jay took the document from Adam, scanning it closely, as Kevin quickly typed.

“Jay, I think this is it.” Kevin said, angling his screen towards Jay so he could get a better look.

Arthur Marsh.

“There’s one dropped complaint of stalking, that’s why the DNA didn’t turn up anything in the system but…” Kevin glanced up at Voight, prompting Jay to turn to look at their Sergeant too.

“Get the LKA and gear up.”

Kevin glanced back at Jay, who nodded.

“Chicago PD!” Kevin yelled, raising the battering ram and hitting it against the door, as it flew open.

Jay headed in first, Hailey right behind him, as the rest moved through the house.

Shouts of “Clear!” resounded through the house one by one from each member of the team, before Kim's voice called for their attention.

“Guys! You need to see this.”

Jay frowned, looking around the empty house once more before he headed to one of the rooms towards the back where Kim was.

“What do you…” He trailed off as his eyes took in the dozens of photos of Abbie littered around - the walls, the table, even near his bed. He could even see the pattern of thought through the photos. Far-off photos from when he’d been admiring her from afar, more close-ups as he got braver and then a photo of her with a guy which ended in rage - her face had been scratched off.

“Jay.” Hailey called, her voice somber.

Jay glanced around, feeling his heart fall to his gut at the stack of photos of you.

“Son of a bitch.” Jay growled. “He’s going after Y/N.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before Jay was out of there, getting into his truck alone and speeding off, not standing around to wait for anyone.

You were supposed to be halfway to Will’s by now but you’d gone a whole block away before you realized that you’d left the stuff for Will behind. You knew exactly where it was, which irritated you even more because you’d put it out to remind yourself and then walked right by it out of the apartment.

So you jogged up the remaining flight of stairs, diverting your mind from the memory of the night before and quickly entered Jay’s apartment.

It was a feeling that you had the moment you entered the apartment. Like something was off. But it was vague, so you just moved to reach over for the bag you’d left on the counter, lifting it and turning back towards the door.

You froze, as you saw him now, standing in front of you. In Jay’s apartment.

You felt the dread fill you, and you took a shaky step backwards. “Who…”

“I think you know.”

That voice sent chills across your body because you remembered it, like it was yesterday.

“Cold night, didn’t wanna have to dig around for my keys”

You stepped backwards, acutely aware it was taking you further into the apartment, but you didn't have much of a choice.

You could see his face clearly now as he stepped towards you, into the pool of moonlight that came in from the windows. Which could only mean he was here to do one thing.

You tightened your hold on the bag for just a second before you flung it at him, the weight of the cans of unopened beer and one bottle of wine hitting him with a thud and causing him to stagger backwards.

Taking that opportunity, you took off, thinking your best bet was to get to either yours or Jay’s room and lock it behind you.

You’d barely taken two steps when you felt him grab you, and you felt a sharp sting slice across your arm. You tried to sidestep him but he was faster, and stronger.

You felt strong hands grab you now, flinging your body against the wall to the side. The impact of your body hitting the wall winded you as you fell to the ground with a thud and you couldn’t catch your breath enough to move quicker.

He stepped up beside you. You smelt the leather off his shoes before you saw it, right in front of your face and you turned your face up to look at him, trying not to show fear.

“I always did like the feisty ones.” He said, dragging his words out, like he was confident he had all the time in the world.

He looked around, before he grabbed the one thing that was within reach that was heavy enough - a box that you knew for a fact was stuffed with case files.

You struggled to get up, the aches in your body protesting as he raised the box above you.

And, like he’d just appeared out of nowhere, Jay stepped in between the two of you, throwing a punch against the perp’s face. A punch that was hard enough to send him staggering, the box falling behind him and the case files scattering around the floor with a crash.

“Y/N, are you hurt?” Jay leaned over you now, his eyes scanning you.

“Jay…”

Jay let out a growl as he saw the slash across your upper arm but he had no more time as he heard the perp scrambling to his feet right behind him.

You saw the glint of silver in the perp's hand now as he charged towards Jay, the knife brandished in the air. You took a sharp inhale of breath, unable to even take your eyes off them now as Jay struggled with him in the middle of his apartment.

Marsh charged at Jay and Jay launched him over his shoulder and onto the ground with a crash, the knife clattering away as you heard the arrival of everyone else.

You exhaled, as you heard Hailey and Kevin arrest Marsh on the spot, your eyes falling on the knife that was just a few inches away from you, the knife that was stained with blood. Much more than there had been.

Jay was next to you in an instant, even though you heard an involuntary groan escape his lips.

“J…Jay?” Your eyes traveled down to the darkening red spot just off to the side of his abdomen, the knife had missed the police vest by inches.

Jay shook his head. “I’m okay. I’m okay, alright?” He reached down to squeeze your hand, but you could tell he was not alright, even before he sank lower to the ground, unable to stop another groan from escaping his lips, his breathing getting just slightly shallower.

“Jay!”

“Can I see him now?” You asked, looking up at Will.

Given the choice, you knew Will would be in the next treatment room checking on Jay as well. But Connor had thrown him out so he was stuck here with you.

Other than a slight concussion, some bruises and the gash across your arm, you were none the worse for wear. But that was only thanks to Jay.

“You heard Maggie. Jay’s fine, he doesn’t even need surgery, alright? Why don’t I go and…”

“Will Halstead.” You warned. “Don’t you dare leave me here.”

Will took one look at the expression on your face and sighed. He knew that there was nothing he could say that would convince you otherwise.

“Fine. But you are sitting in here.” Will pointed to the wheelchair.

You gave him a look.

“If Jay’s awake, I’m the one who is going to get his ass kicked, stab wound or no stab wound.” Will complained. “And now that you guys are dating, he’s going to kick me even harder.”

You pressed your lips together to hide a smile.

“Alright, come on.” Will said, rolling his eyes as he helped you into the wheelchair.

You were finally able to breathe better when you finally lay your eyes on Jay.

“Y/N.” Jay called, propping himself up on his elbow but wincing.

“Jay, slow.” You said gently, not even having the heart to be any harsher as you looked back at him.

Will glanced at his brother. “What did I tell you about being wheeled into the ED?”

Jay looked at Will. “Trust me, I’m about ready to jump out of here. I hate it here.”

You glanced at Will with a smile. “Fat chance. You got stabbed.” You reminded him.

“Will.” Jay pleaded, turning to his older brother.

Will glanced at the both of you, knowing better than to hang around. “I’ll talk to Connor.”

As Will excused himself, Jay glanced back at you. “How badly hurt are you?”

You shook your head. “None the worse for wear.” You assured him.

Jay looked unconvinced. “You’re sitting in a wheelchair.”

“Will said if I don’t walk in here on my own two feet, you’d kick his ass. I’m just being a good friend and saving his ass.” You answered.

Jay let out a chuckle, followed closely by a wince.

“Sorry.” Jay whispered, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You frowned. “What are you sorry for? You took a knife to the stomach because of me. I thought… I…” Your voice trembled a little.

Jay exhaled slowly before he reached for your hand. “I promised I wouldn’t let him touch you but…”

You just shook your head, pulling yourself up from the chair and perching yourself on his bed before you leaned in to give him a gentle hug, careful to avoid his wound. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

Jay pressed a kiss to your temple before he sat up.

“But we got him, Y/N. And you’ll be okay now.”

You sat closer, reaching out to stroke Jay’s face. “We. We’ll be okay now, Jay.”

Jay smiled. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled back at him. “I love you, J.”

Jay just leaned forward, despite the tug in the stitches in his side, and pressed his lips to yours. And with the knowledge that everything would indeed be okay, you smiled at his touch, even before his lips left yours.

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The Mellifluous Gibemlut

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge, from @maniculum

Pencil sketch, then lines in Pentel brush pen.

Thought process under the cut…

"The Gibemlut, [redacted], gets its name from the act of castration. For alone among other birds its testicles are removed, and the ancients called castrated men [redacted]."

Okay, so strong start here… Not quite sure where they're going with this, maybe there's some kind of reference to the higher singing vocal range of a castrato? Given that birds have internal testicles, that's the only thing I can think of which would make the author zero in on why exactly this specific bird and not the others is missing theirs. Alternatively, maybe there's some kind of weird religious metaphor that I'm blissfully unaware of…?

Wasn't quite sure how to represent this, I considered showing a bit of a concave shape to the bird's undercarriage, but ended up leaving this to the author's imagination…

"People say that the Gibemlut’s limbs, if mixed with liquid gold, are consumed by it. The calling of the Gibemlut at night is a pleasant sound, and not only pleasant but useful; like a good partner, the Gibemlut wakes you when are asleep, encourages you if you are worried, comforts you if you are on the road, marking with its melodious call the progress of the night. [It goes on like this, soon transitions into a digression on the symbolism of the Gibemlut’s call, and then continues on that theme for multiple pages.]"

For starters, I suspect that if you pour molten gold on the limbs of any small creature, they're just going to burn up… An early thought about what to draw was al alchemists lab, but I ended up depicting the Gibemlut in its natural habitat rather than dismembered in a laboratory for a bunch of obvious reasons.

So, we have a nocturnal bird, hence the drab, camouflaged plumage (based loosely on that of the European nightjar), and a very large eye for seeing better at night. We have a shortish beak that can open wide, all the better for snapping up nocturnal bugs and, of course, singing! I considered adding some whiskers, but I'm not confident about drawing fine lines with the brush pen yet!

Obviously we have a night time scene, and I figured I'd include a stave to represent the Gibemlut's music. I picked the notes by taking this creature's name, and removing the letters that don't appear in an octave scale… I went down quite a rabbit hole of musical notation, but rather than learning how to represent something completely new to me (such as neume, the basic elements of a lot of european notation prior to the invention of the musical stave) I figured I'd go for something easier and more immediately understandable...

In the background we can see a pilgrim (badges on her hat and hanging from her pilgrim's staff) being comforted, encouraged, as well as kept alert, as she listens to the delicate song of the Gibemlut as she walks…

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Octonauts Pirate AU

Basically Kwazii’s past and present being swapped. He used to be an Octonaut before a huge incident (that I’m still working on, but I hope to make it good) and was one of the few survivors. He was helped out by a rather friendly pirate crew that seems more interested in traveling and seeing the wonders of the ocean than typical pirates. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he ended up staying with them.

Kwazii basically grew up on the octopod, and given the type of work, he was surrounded by knowledge of sea creatures and underwater events. So obviously he picked up a thing or two, and while he’s very interested in old pirate myths, he has a sneaking suspicion that some of them are actually regular creatures that whoever encountered them never saw or heard of and misunderstood things. Still, given how big the oceans are and how much isn’t actually explored yet (and maybe the events of the incident), he believes that there’s a possibility of some of these myths being true.

Anyways, because of his knowledge about marine life and phenomena, Kwazii quickly became something like an ocean expert. I think it would be funny if some of the crew members even thought that he himself was some magical water creature that simply looked and acted like a cat, especially with his love for swimming given that most cats hate water, but this being debunked eventually. They’d probably still call him something based off this assumption, though, as a harmless nickname. No clue what it’d be, though.

Barnacles is a bit louder than canon Barnacles, but is still very similar. Strong, brave, thinks things through, tries to take care of his crew sometimes, and always eager to lend a paw to help. Although he sometimes forgets his strength when he’s excited and hugs his crew mates a little too tight. They don’t mind much, though, he’s getting better. Besides, it means that they could go to him if someone is trying to pop their back. He just gives them a quick squeeze and asks if they feel better. Number one hugger of the crew.

His origins? Remember the polar bear scout club? The badges cubs earned from helping others? Barnacles felt so happy knowing others were okay that he set out to help others, and he often dreamed of being a nice pirate. Sometimes, he and Bianca played pretend where Barnacles was a friendly pirate. Like— “Please don’t hurt me, pirate!” “It’s okay! I be a good pirate!” “A good pirate?” “Yeah! Come on, matey, let’s get ye to safety!” and he did it. He became a friendly pirate.

I’m still working on the others, but I’m thinking Peso is the second last to join after being saved during a nasty storm. The crew were having trouble, but a crew member jumped in to help them anyways. Like that “we don’t have much to share, but we’ll share what we can” type of thing.

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Like the Sun Came Out

Summary: Reader is a botanist on a Stargate team. When they encounter a plant that forces them to confront their deepest held secret or die, they're forced to have a hard conversation with Daniel, whom they've had a crush on since they got there.

Word Count: 21262

With a flash of light and a loud noise that Y/N was still not entirely used to, the Gate activated. Even with the noise that came with it, they had always been in awe of the event horizon, or ‘puddle’ as they’d once heard SG-1 and SG-Atlantis call it. It was a wonderful blue like that of a clear seashore, rippling like a rock had just been tossed into a pond. The puddle was an apt name for it, despite what it was and what it did.

Still, there was no time to ponder the nature of the Stargate, only to go through it and do their job. P3X-326 had already been cleared by SG-10 almost a month ago. SG-13 was just being sent there to do scientific recon, nothing more serious than that.

Even though it was a mainly scientific team, Y/N couldn’t help but admire Major Laurel Thomas, the leader and sole protector of SG-13, as she went in first. She was the only military member of the unit and the one in charge of the most tasks and held that badge with pride. As she was the most mischievous one of the group during down time and the most serious while on missions, Y/N couldn’t ask for a better leader than Laurel.

They considered the other members of their team in the split second it took for them to step through the Gate. Kenneth Sardoni was next, the team’s archeologist and anthropologist. He wasn’t the best linguist on the base or in the facility, if he was he’d be on a higher SG team. Still, he was someone Y/N looked up to and admired for being able to speak so many languages as it was, especially the ones thought to be dead before the other planets were met. 

Charles DeSoto crossed third. He was someone that Y/N interacted with a bit more than the other two as their fields intersected a bit more. Charles was the team’s geologist and was always down in the dirt, collecting samples. He also tended to be called over to check out any ground around Kenneth’s digs to make sure they were safe. It meant he was good at finding hidden traps or things on the ground as that’s where his eyes were almost always focused. The few times he wasn’t looking at the dirt were when he was looking at the rock layers and trying to find manmade structures or natural wonders.

Y/N brought up the rear, feeling small in the presence of, and in comparison to, their team. They were the botanist and zoologist, tasked with looking out for all things alien life that wasn’t humanoid. Even then, sometimes they’d be called upon to help see if something was human, humanoid, or a hybrid of an animal and human or alien. Compared with keeping everyone safe, discovering and speaking with ancient civilizations, or even predicting a natural disaster, cataloging the natural flora and fauna didn’t seem like that big of a job to them.

Once through the Gate, the group moved in formation as a unit through the jungle to the small clearing that held the base camp set up by SG-10. Laurel set down the majority of her gear, leaving herself with only a Zat gun and a P90. “Okay, guys, this is home for the next month- or cycle, whatever this planet uses. Either way, get comfy. We’re gonna be here for a while.”

Kenneth laughed, setting down his two large tubs full of tools that were all tenderly packed and labeled, ready for usage. “I think we’re supposed to measure our stay by Earth time and work by our natural cycles, boss man. That way, we won’t be out of sync when we go back to Earth in a month or so.”

Y/N quietly set down their own gear and tubs, setting themself up in a corner of the base camp. Charles set up near them, already scanning the surrounding area for any rock formations that seemed promising or stood out to him in some way. He was the first one to break from the group, taking a small pack of tools and test tubes without saying a word.

Laurel swore and bellowed, “Charlie! We’re supposed to stay together, dammit!” before taking off after him, one hand resting comfortably on the P90 hand pistol strapped to her hip.

Y/N chuckled, used to their antics and fully expecting it to happen. Kenneth started contentedly setting his gear up, getting a few of the more delicate things situated better and a few other things moved to different pockets. “You runnin’ off on me, too?” Y/N joked to him.

Kenneth turned and smiled. “It’s not like I can get in any more trouble than he’s gonna be in,” he responded, gesturing with a thumb over his shoulder in the direction the other two went.

“Well, you know the team’s protocol, off you go. Have fun, find lots of stuff!” Y/N smiled back at him and finished setting up their own equipment. They pulled a few more of the important things out, storing them in their vest and BDU pockets.

By the time they were ready to start their own work, Kenneth was already long gone, a piece of paper stuck under one of his smaller boxes. Y/N pulled out a notepad and prepared to do the same. 

Boss Man,

Headed North of the Stargate and Base Camp, looking for cool plants or animal tracks. I’ve brought food, water, and protection with me. Should be back by sundown, if not before. See you then!

Your Favorite Teammate.

On a whim, Y/N crossed out the signature line and wrote, “Your Best Behaved Child,” instead. Smiling at the message, they placed theirs with Kenneth’s, absently noting that he said he went to the West of the same marker. Satisfied, Y/N set off in their desired direction and started looking at the local vegetation

Laurel always joked that getting SG-13 to do anything was like trying to corral toddlers, but she also said she wouldn’t change it for the world. The Major loved the chaotic life that was SG-13 and the entire team knew it and that she was the most chaotic of them all when on Earth. Still, they couldn’t help but tease her for the toddler comments, eventually deciding on a ranking of the ‘children’ that changed randomly. Some days, it would be whoever was the best behaved, those last to leave base camp without Laurel. Some days, it was ranked by an imaginary age system based on how old Laurel said they were acting those days. Y/N more often than not got called a five year old.

Still, the team loved their beleaguered caretaker and protector and did their best to show that appreciation during their off hours. On missions, though, it was a whole other story. Laurel couldn’t supervise all of them as they often tended to wander in separate directions. Charles and Kenneth naturally ended up next to each other, one looking at the dirt and the other looking at things in the dirt, while Y/N ended up away from the group looking at things that grew in the dirt or walked on it. So, Laurel ended up going with the men nine times of ten. The tenth time, it was when Charles and Y/N decided to team up, Y/N needing to know the soil to know the plants for some planets.

With Kenneth meandering his way toward where Charles and Laurel had headed off to, it only made sense that she’d stay over there with the majority of the group unless she thought she could coax Y/N over to join them. Y/N didn’t really care if they stayed with the group or not, they were content to just do their job. They put in their headphones, played some music to keep them focused, and worked on their own things. The planet had already been cleared of threats before the team even came and had been deemed safe so Y/N didn’t feel they were in any serious danger.

There was a native population, but the SGC hadn’t really made contact with them yet as they were considered a primitive civilization. SG-10 had claimed they were similar to an ancient Central American culture but they hadn’t specified which one. That was what Kenneth was there to do, figure out exactly what culture this planet had and where the people might have been taken from. 

It didn’t matter how many worlds they visited, for each one truly does feel like a different world and not just a different planet, Y/N was always amazed at how similar to Earth it could be. Maybe Earth is just that diverse, but each world always held some resemblance to their home planet while also holding something deeply alien. Each one had its own little quirks, some way of existing that was completely foreign and different. They just had to find it. 

Y/N shivered as the wind passed through the jungle. The trees were tall but Y/N’d grown up in a forest, already knowing their way back and how to wander without getting lost. Putting away the music, they pulled out a voice recorder, finding it easier to speak their notes than write them down, especially while examining something. 

“Botanist and Zoologist’s log of P3X-326. Doctor Y/N L/N of SG-13. The weather on this planet resembles that of Earth’s Autumn, seeming to be right after the wet season, good thing we missed that,” they chuckled, making a mental note to edit the comment from the log. “The plant life is incredibly vibrant, with the leaves looking lush and flowers being abundant. That may be due to the wet season just ending as SG-10 reported a less lush environment on their pass through a few months ago, indicating a cycle of seasons similar to Earth’s. So far, P3X-326 is similar to every other planet settled by the Ancients and colonized by the Goa’uld, almost a carbon copy of a biome found on Earth.”

They paused their steps and words, turning in a small circle to observe their new surroundings, before continuing the log. “The plants in a clearing approximately,” they glanced at their watch, “a half hour’s walk North of Base Camp look stranger than those observed on any other planet. Not necessarily what most would consider to be alien, but truly unlike anything I’ve seen yet. Some trees, for example, seem to be conglomerations of others with the bark of one species, the leaves of another, and the flowers of a third species. Many other plants seem to be like this as well, combinations of different plants in the same genus or family. Is this Goa’uld manipulation? Natural combinations done over time to adjust to this environment? Grafting done by the local population that became typical to find here? Or, is this just the way they naturally exist? I’m going to grab samples to examine for later.”

Y/N turned off the recording and let their music play again, putting the volume low enough to be background noise. Humming to the tune, they set about grabbing samples of the strangest plants around them. Trees with the bark of Oak, leaves of Birch, and flowers of Dogwood had already caught their attention and were the first to be sampled. The next was a tall tree with soft, light brown wood and razor sharp copper colored leaves. Running a hand over the bark, Y/N sighed for just a moment and wondered if any furniture could be made of the lovely wood.

Coiling around a nearby tree was a climbing plant with bright red branches, dark green stems, and silver leaves. Y/N made sure they had gloves on when grabbing samples, the bright colors telling them it was likely a poisonous plant. Along the forest floor, they found small red flowers with five pointed petals darkening to a spot of purple toward the base of the petal. Growing from a normal-looking bush were large circular flowers that had yellow centers and white petals. What made that one interesting aside from its size were the bright purple stamens surrounding the yellow centers.

Delicate blue flowers growing vertically greeted Y/N on a nearby bush, almost waving cheerily at them. For some reason, they made the botanist/zoologist feel calm, as if everything was going to be alright. They noted that emotion on the container they packaged the sample in, feeling it was important to remember that. 

For another half hour, they wandered the clearing, gathering samples and recording their findings. Tucked behind a small bush, they found something that made them pull up in confusion. Pulling out the recorder and checking their compass, Y/N stepped back for a moment to collect their thoughts.

“Botanist’s log, continued. Humanoid skull found on the East end of the clearing. It’s clean, no other bones around. It must have been here for a while, I’ll have Kenneth confirm later the exact age. Tooth marks suggest the body was eaten by a wild animal. There is a strange fern growing from the mouth of the skull, stranger than any other plant in this clearing. The leaves are a pure white, almost translucent, with serrated edges and curling at the tips. There is a faint streak of purple running down the center of each leaf. The closest I can identify it is the Athyrium genus but none of those species are as translucent as this. It may be a new species of Athyrium but it may be an entirely alien plant. The stems are green, clearly pulling their nutrients through there, but the leaves have a nearly mesmerizing quality to them. This sample will have priority study.”

They turned off the recorder and knelt to gather samples of the plant. As they did so, they faintly heard footsteps behind them. Y/N turned to see the rest of their team walking up the path. They smiled and waved. “Hey, guys! It’s only been about an hour, I expected y’all to be gone longer.”

Laurel scoffed, eyes scanning the surroundings. “I can’t corral you toddlers if I don’t have all three of you in the same place and in sight. Besides, Kenenth claims to have finished his work for the day so Charlie wanted to check in on you.”

Y/N smiled at that, feeling reassured to have their team with them once more. “Okay, I’m almost done with this clearing. One more plant, maybe two, then we can head to the camp for the night! Oh, and, Kenneth, can I get your opinion on something real quick?”

Laurel nodded, standing with her back to Y/N. Kenneth came over and looked over Y/N’s shoulder. “What’d ya need?”

Y/N pointed at the skull. “Can you figure out how long it’s been there? Just for the sake of the record, of course.”

He nodded and examined it. “Uh, I’d say maybe fifty years? With the weather conditions and the state of other bones I’ve found, mostly animals that I’ll need you to identify later, fifty years with error bars of five years sounds right.”

“Cool, thanks!” Y/N smiled at him.

He nodded and started wandering the area, looking at the different plants but keeping his hands behind his back. Ever since he’d accidentally gotten poison ivy, he was cautious to touch anything without Y/N telling him it was okay. Charles wandered behind Kenneth, mimicking his posture and generally being the class clown. Y/N chuckled at his antics before turning back to the fern. 

Carefully, they pulled a smaller leaf off and carved off a portion of the stem, putting both in a cylinder container partially filled with sterile water and into their bag. As they closed the lid of the bag, they accidentally brushed against a leaf. The sori on the underside of the leaf exploded, releasing spores into the air. Y/N sneezed but, in a stroke of luck, the wind was pointing away from the clearing and quickly got rid of the spores. 

Y/N stood and picked up their bag, careful not to disturb the plant again in case more sori would explode. Once certain their items were secure, they walked over to Laurel. “Okay, boss man, all done here. Is it dinner time yet? I’m starving!”

Laurel chuckled. “We’ve still got a half hour hike back to camp due to you being an overachiever but after that, we’ll get right on dinner. I promise.”

Y/N cheered, pumping a fist into the air, and set off running down the path they’d taken to get there. Once back at the camp, Y/N stored most of the samples but took the ones from the Silver Leafed Creeper, as they’d decided to call it, and put them in an analysis program. By the time dinner was made and eaten, the sample had been fully analyzed and they were able to see what it was.

“Amazing,” they muttered, looking at the sample through a microscope before looking at the analysis results.

“What’s so cool?” Laurel wandered over, sitting near Y/N as they worked. She sounded more relaxed now that the entire team was in a central location and under the protection of base camp. Mother hen and her chicks all in the coop for the night.

Y/N looked up from their equipment to smile at their friend. “I grabbed this specific plant thinking it was going to be poisonous. After all, the bright colors practically scream ‘danger’. Instead, it actually seems to have chemicals that could be used in medicine. I’d love it if Kenneth could figure out the language and talk to the locals about this, I really wanna know if they use it for medicine or not. If they do, what do they use it for? Are there any side effects to it? How powerful is it? All I can tell right now is that it seems to maybe work as a pain reliever.”

“Sounds like you’re really enjoying learning about this planet,” Laurel laughed.

Y/N nodded, stepping back and rubbing their eyes. “Yeah, I could study this planet for another few months and still not be satisfied. I know you don’t really care about this kind of thing, more of a military person yourself, but I do appreciate you listening to me ramble for a bit. It feels nice to be heard.”

Laurel reached out, putting a hand on her friend’s arm. “Darlin’, I don’t mind. I love hearing my team be in their elements, I love hearing you specifically ramble about your work and passions. You’re my friend, y’know, and most people just like to talk to their friends.”

Y/N laughed. “I know. Still, it can’t be easy to only be surrounded by scientists who mostly ramble about things you couldn’t care less about or understand.”

Laurel nodded, chuckling a bit. “I’ll concede that point, y’all can get a bit boring sometimes or your talk will go over my head. Other times, I just wanna be out in the field instead of sitting in the tent and listening to Charlie talk about the dirt he found that day. I’d rather be running around on it than listening to him study it, some days. “

Y/N threw their head back in a deep laugh, affectionately pointing at Laurel. “Your Georgia Girl is coming out, Laur!”

Laurel lightly pushed them, shook her head, and walked off, laughing with her friend.

The team stayed on the planet for another few weeks. By the end of the month, Y/N found themself back at the clearing they’d found on the first day. For some reason, that skull and fern almost called to them and they needed another look at it. Laurel was with them while the other packed up base camp, getting ready to go home. “Come on, Sugar Pie, let’s make this quick. I’d rather be home in time for dinner.“

“Relax, boss man, I’m just getting one more sample of a plant.” Y/N carefully found a leaf with sori on it and cut off a portion. Mindful of the sori, they put the sample into a container, which got put into their bag. “See? That easy! Already done!”

Laurel nodded, readjusting her grip on her service weapon. “Good, let’s get out of here. I’m looking forward to time on Earth.” She waited until Y/N had the bag over their shoulder before she set off, the scientist right on her heels.

When they got back, Y/N and Laurel helped pack up the last few things of base camp. With it all torn down and ready to go, the team made the trek back to the DHD. “Alright, Kenneth, do the honors,” Laurel ordered as her eyes scanned the surroundings for the final time. 

Y/N also took the moment to look around. Despite only being on the planet for a few weeks, they were going to miss it. There were still secrets hiding in the jungle that they could spend the rest of their life discovering. Still, like Laurel, they were eager to be back home for a while and looking forward to all the amenities that Earth possessed.

Kenneth dialed home and SG-13 stepped through the Stargate, the entire team looking forward to a month or so on their home planet before their next mission. As soon as they were back at Stargate Command, they were being marched to the infirmary for the mandatory health check and screening. Their gear was piled in the usual corner of the room and each person assigned a bed. Y/N didn’t mind, they’d kept a book out to read as they waited for their examination. 

Soon enough, Doctor Janet Fraiser walked around the corner. She and a few orderlies soon got to examining them, letting the team go a half hour later with a clean bill of health. Y/N thanked the doctor and picked up their gear, making their way over to their lab.

Before they’d left, their lab had begun to be shared with the famed Doctor Daniel Jackson. As Y/N set their bags down, they scanned the room. Most of their things had been left untouched, the only sign of the archaeologist was the table in the corner that housed a bunch of books and a computer. They smiled and, as they began to unpack, reminisced on how that situation had come to be.

A knock sounded at the door to the lab. Y/N turned, finding Daniel standing there, hands in his pockets with his pinkies sticking out as he typically had them. Y/N nodded to him, face turning back to the sample in their hands. “Is there anything I can help you with, Doctor Jackson?”

He chuckled, footsteps indicating his movement closer. His voice being louder confirmed it. “I’m hoping so. See, my office is currently being taken over by a team of ten anthropologists looking at a document brought back by SG-15. It seems my space is the only one large enough to contain both the team and their large document and I can’t seem to do any work while they’re there.”

Y/N raised their head, finally having the sample positioned properly under the microscope. “And, if I may ask, where do I come in?”

He smiled, eyes blue as lakes behind those round wire frames. “I was hoping you would allow me to cohabitate in your lab for the time being.”

Y/N tilted their head. “Are you certain my lab is the best choice? Surely, there are closer and drier labs that would be more suitable? I know it’s just down the hall from yours but if you use this botany lab, there’s a chance your books could be damaged, especially any ancient or antique ones. Last I checked, paper and humidity don’t go very well together.”

He nodded, a small smile gracing his face. “Um, well, that’s just the thing. I’m actually working on a stone that only seems to reveal its inscription when in a fairly humid environment; I think it was picked up on a jungle planet or something similar. It’s . . . the main reason I wanted to use your lab. It’s close enough to my own that I can grab research or other materials if needed and it’s just the right humidity the stone needs. So, what do you say? You willing to let me invade for a month or two?” He rubbed the back of his neck.

Y/N thought about it for a moment, heart going crazy. “Okay. I’m going off world in a week or so and could use someone to water these plants while I’m gone. If I leave a watering schedule with you, do you think you can do that for me? As payment for usage of the lab?”

He straightened his back and mock-saluted. “Of course! Leave it to me!” His eyes shone with mischief and excitement, something so enticing Y/N could almost feel that same energy.

It made them feel giddy and his antics caused them to grin back at him. “Then, you’re more than welcome to the use of my lab for as long as you need, so long as you keep it in good condition, Doctor Jackson.”

His smile mirrored theirs before softening. “Thank you. Oh, and, you can just call me Daniel, please. ‘Doctor’ feels a bit too formal.”

Y/N nodded. “Then, just call me Y/N, Daniel.” They savored the way his name felt on their tongue, letting it roll off and slip past their lips.

A knock at the door pulled Y/N from their reverie. Turning, they saw that very same doctor of archaeology standing in the doorway, just as he had been that day. Y/N smiled, feeling their breathing quicken in excitement but their heartbeat slowing inexplicably. “Hey, you don’t need to know, come on in.”

He stepped inside and rounded the lab to his table where many books and a large stone rested. “Sorry, I don’t mean to invade. I only just learned you got back. If I’d known sooner, I wouldn’t have still been working this late as I wanted to give you the space to yourself after getting back from a long mission. I know how draining those can be.”

Y/N shook their head, putting away the last of the samples from that bag. “It’s not a problem. I’ve got a day or so before I’m officially back in this lab anyways. Besides, I said you could use the lab as long as you like and I don’t say things I don’t mean.” They patted the last bag to unpack, the samples they’d taken from the strange clearing. “Once I’m officially back, I’m diving headfirst into these babies.”

Daniel chuckled, leaning against his table rather than getting straight to work. “Seems like you’re excited to work on those. Is there anything special about them?”

Y/N shrugged. “Uh, I just found them in a weird spot. Most of them don’t even look like anything we have on Earth and I haven’t encountered them anywhere else. It’s why I thought they warranted a look.” They yawned, covering their mouth and turning away.

He laughed. “Seems like you should probably get out of here. Sounds like you could use some sleep.”

Y/N shook their head, waking themself up a bit. “I still need to at least unpack these and put them in the proper areas before I go.”

Daniel stepped forward, putting a hand on the top of the bag. Y/N couldn’t help but notice just how close his hand was to theirs, also on top of the bag. “I can do that for you, if you’d like.”

They blinked, their jet lag catching up with them. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, really. I got into the habit of wandering around the lab when I couldn’t figure something out or reading the labels as I watered the plants. So, I’ve been in this lab long enough to know how the categorization system seems to work.” he waved a hand around, indicating all the plants thriving around them. “I’ve taken care of all these for the month or so you were gone, I’m sure I can take care of them for one more day before they’re officially returned to you.”

Y/N smiled and closed their eyes for a moment before looking into Daniel’s. “Thank you. I-I honestly was just going to push through but I really am nearly dead on my feet and running purely on the need to finish a few tasks at this point.”

He moved the hand from the bag to rest on their shoulder. “Go. Get something to eat, a shower, and some sleep, in any order you’d like. This lab will still be here when you get back.”

Y/N smiled, tiredness invading every cell of their body. “Y’know what, I think I’ll do just that.”

Daniel smiled back before his brows furrowed slightly. “Hey, not to cause you more stress but, when’s your debrief? I’d feel bad if I made you miss it.”

Y/N chuckled. “It’s 0800 tomorrow morning. After the debrief, the rest of the day is mine. Then, it’s back to work the day after.”

He nodded. “Ah, that makes sense. Hopefully, it won’t last too long and you can get started on the R and R soon enough.”

“I hope so too.” Y/N left the lab to the sound of Daniel’s footsteps and a spray bottle misting over the plant specimens.

A day later, Y/N was back in the lab and hard at work. Soft music was humming through their headphones, head bobbing slightly to the sound as they moved around the lab. As they worked, they kept up a steady stream of calm muttering to the plants. The first thing they had to do was catalogue all the new plant specimens, see what had survived the gathering process and what hadn’t, and make sure all of them were set up properly in their own containers. Y/N also checked on their existing specimens and plants, seeing how well Daniel had taken care of them during Y/N’s absence.

Halfway through the process of checking the plants, softly telling them of their conditions, footsteps alerted Y/N to the presence of another person in the room. They looked up to find Daniel walking through the door, a steaming mug in his hands. He paused when he saw them and Y/N smiled at him, turning their music off and straightening from their slightly bent position.

“Good morning,” they greeted amicably, cheeks heating slightly at the realization he found them talking to their plants.

Daniel nodded back at them. “Morning to you, too. I, uh, I didn’t expect there to be anyone else here this early.”

Y/N shrugged. “Couldn’t really sleep last night so I thought I’d get a head start on the work here.”

He hummed in understanding then took an awkward step, pointing to his mug. “Uh, do you want one of these?”

Y/N chuckled. “No, thank you. I brought my drink of choice from home.” they pointed to a dark green thermos sitting off to the side on a table covered in papers.

“God, I probably should have asked if open containers were even allowed in here,” Daniel chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.

Y/N smiled, glancing down for a moment. “No, they’re allowed. Just, um, try not to feed it to the plant in the far corner,” they gestured at the plant in question, “as it tends to grow a bit too much with the addition of caffeine. I learned that the hard way.” They laughed again.

Daniel laughed with them, glancing at the plant before returning his eyes to Y/N. Those eyes were such a deep blue and always held such warmth, Y/N always felt safe when they saw them, feeling like they were sinking into a familiar lake that they could stay in for hours.

They managed to shake themself out of their thoughts before the staring got awkward, moving instead to pick up their thermos. “So, you’ve got any big plans for today?”

Daniel shrugged. “Eh, I’m still trying to crack this damn stone. Figuratively, of course. I’ve got an off-world mission with my team scheduled for later today. Other than that, no, nothing big.” He smiled, eyes flicking between the new plant specimens. “Though it seems like you’re excited to work on your own big projects today.”

Y/N laughed awkwardly, looking at the plant cuttings they’d already started setting up in pots. “Yeah, I am, actually. I took my day of rest, got all the other paperwork out of the way, and was probably a bit too excited for this. The reason I couldn’t sleep last night, I guess.”

Daniel’s smile grew and he chuckled. “Well then, I think I’ll leave you alone. I’ll just be over in my corner of this wonderful room. Please, ignore the curing that might come from there, it’s just part of the process.”

Y/N laughed. “I understand, it’s part of my own process too, at times.” They wondered if his cursing would be entirely in English or if he would switch to different languages as he did it. Strangely, they were excited to find out.

They took a deep breath and blinked back into the reason they were there as Daniel walked away. Putting the thermos down, Y/N turned back to looking over their plant specimens. All too aware of Daniel now in the room with them, Y/N kept their music low and stopped muttering to the plants, just quietly went through their process.

A few minutes later, Daniel cleared his throat. On instinct, Y/N turned their head to look at him. He was standing a bit closer now, leaning against the edge of his table, and gestured for their headphones to come off once he had their attention. Y/N turned off the music and pulled the headphones down to dangle around their neck as requested. “Yeah? Did you need something else, Daniel?” It still felt weird to say his name aloud to him, the way it rolled off the tongue so nicely feeling like a piece of candy they wanted to keep rolling around.

He smiled and chuckled. “No, not really. I just wanted to say that I’d noticed you were talking to the plants when I came in and wondered why you weren’t doing it anymore.”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up again. “Oh. Uh, studies show that some noises help plants grow better, which is why I play nature sounds when no one else is here. I didn’t have that set up when you were in here and I was off-world, of course. I was afraid it might distract or annoy you. It’s also been shown in a few studies that complimenting plants or talking to them in general can have a positive impact on them. It might just be the CO2 in our breath that causes them to grow better but I like to think that the positive words help them grow. So,” they rubbed the back of their neck, “I talk to my plants. It’s kinda stupid, but it makes me feel better to know they’re being talked nicely to.”

Daniel nodded, eyes attentive to every word being said. It felt good, in a way, to have the person they had only ever admired from afar looking at them and truly listening to what Y/N had to say. It was almost intoxicating to have him seem to hang on every word said. He smiled when they finished. “Alright, that’s actually really interesting. And, it’s not stupid at all. Actually, it’s kind of sweet. Well, don’t feel like you have to change the way you work just ‘cause I’m here. Play the nature sounds, talk to the plants, just do whatever you usually do. I don’t want to inconvenience you at all and I know changing the way someone works can be frustrating.”

Y/N genuinely thanked him and they both went back to work. They finished with the routine checks and pulled out the newer plants to look at. Going through the flowers first, Y/N got to the calming blue ones relatively quickly. Up to then, the plants had more or less just been normal ones, if a bit exotic looking and adapted to the foreign soil of the other planet. This one, however, actually made Y/N feel different as soon as it was pulled out of its sample bag.

“What do you want to tell me?” Y/N muttered as they prepared it for inspection. They cut off a thin section of the stem and put it under the microscope. Finding nothing abnormal with it, they next sampled the stamen. “Wait, what the fuck?” they said louder than they had meant to.

Daniel looked up from his work, eyes slightly unfocused and expression tired. “Huh? What? Found something interesting?”

They lifted their head to look at him. “Uh, that would depend on your definition of ‘interesting’, Daniel.”

He shook his head, already standing. “No, Y/N, if you say it’s interesting, I’ll listen. Besides, I could use a break anyways.” He walked over and leaned against the table, facing Y/N. They got a small shiver run down their spine at the way he said their name, almost cradling it on his tongue. It was gentle and familiar, yet not too intimate. It made it hard for them to think for a moment before they snapped out of it.

“Uh, well, back on 326, I found this specific flower that, for some reason, made me feel calmer just looking at it. I thought it was interesting as I’d yet to find any other plant that did that, on that planet or others. Unsure if it was just my imagination, I grabbed a sample of it. I put it under the spectrometer and the microscope. I’m still waiting on the spectrometer but, if I’m right, this might have a major impact on a lot of things.”

Daniel placed his palms on the table behind him. “You really know how to keep someone interested. So, tell me, what could this plant impact?”

Just as he finished speaking, the spectrometer beeped. Y/N went over and picked up the paper it spit out. They cheered, jumping and spinning around. “Yes, yes yes!!”

Daniel caught them, placing his hands on their shoulders. “Hey, come on, botanist, tell me what’s going on.” His voice was lighthearted and teasing, seeming to enjoy the way Y/N was acting right now and wanting to be let in on the secret so he could celebrate with them. 

Y/N took a deep breath. “This plant has unusually high levels of gamma aminobutyric acid, abbreviated as GABA, a chemical in the brain that not only calms but can also literally help break bad habits. Not only could this help with disorders like Anxiety, PTSD, or others, it could also probably be greatly helpful to places like rehab or AA. It’s pretty much revolutionary, the things this plant could do, not to mention,” their words started to come out faster as they started to get more excited again. “It’s only in the pollen and stamens, making it relatively easy to administer. One only has to just grow it in their house to get nonstop hits of GABA!”

Daniel smiled, squeezing their shoulders. “That’s great!”

Y/n took another deep breath to steady themself and glanced at the clock. “Oh, shit, is that the time?! I promised Laurel I’d eat lunch with her. Major boss man is gonna kill me if I’m late, I gotta go!” They reached up to squeeze Daniel’s hands before running out of the room, the sound of his laughter following the swoop of their lab coat.

A few hours later, Y/N came back from lunch to see a note from Daniel.

Y/N,

I’m off to my mission with SG-1. It shouldn’t take long but missions are unpredictable. Even if it didn’t, I’ve got an archaeology conference I promised a colleague I’d try to attend. So, don’t expect to see me for the rest of the day.

I hope you have more success with your continued research and can’t wait to hear more about it when I see you tomorrow.

Daniel

Y/N smiled giddily and pocketed the note, swaying on their feet in an attempt to keep from dancing around the room. There was something special about seeing their name written out so nicely in his handwriting, a jolt of electricity that felt just like how it did to finally make a breakthrough or to get to the best part of a book shot through them. It was like finishing a puzzle or getting through a hard problem, the elation of triumph and the satisfaction of completion all wrapped up in the joy of his deep blue eyes and elegant swooping letters.

In their giddy haste to get back to work, Y/N was careless and forgot their usual protocol. They pulled out the fern leaf with the sori on it but didn’t handle it carefully enough, accidentally breaking a sorus. The spores went everywhere and Y/N could almost feel them entering their lungs. Quickly, they cleaned everything up into a biological waste bag and headed out, making sure to seal the lab door on their way out.

They brought the bag with them to the infirmary, where an orderly approached them. “Hello, Doctor L/N. Is there something I can help you with?”

Y/N automatically smiled. “Hi, I seem to have made a small mistake. Uh, I’m not too concerned just yet but I would really appreciate being able to see a doctor as soon as possible, please.”

“Of course. Doctor Fraiser is almost done with a patient, I’ll let her know you’re next up on the list. In the meantime, just stay here and she’ll guide you to an exam bed when she’s ready.”

“Thanks so much!” Y/N already felt deflated, never being that much of a people person. People they knew were fine, but others were hard to deal with without a set ‘script’ they could follow. Even then, that ‘script’ left them exhausted. So, Y/N just leant against the wall and waited for the Chief Medical Officer to be ready for them. The entire wait, they tried to calm their anxiety and heart rate by telling themself it was all in their head, the spores weren’t dangerous and even if they were, Y/N surely hadn’t breathed in enough to do any damage, if they’d breathed in any at all, which was unlikely.

Soon enough, Janet came over. “What seems to be the problem, Doctor?” she asked, already having a penlight in hand.

Y/N smiled sheepishly and held up the biowaste bag. “I got a bit too excited about a research project while pulling out a sample for it and, uh, broke open a spore pocket. I think I breathed some of the spores in and just really need to know if they’re toxic or not. At the very least, am I gonna die in the next few hours, Doc?” Y/N joked to relieve some of their own tension.

Janet nodded seriously and took the bag, pulling aside a passing orderly. She spoke in a stern tone that left no room for argument or prior tasks. “I need this examined for possible toxins, highest priority.”

“Right away, Ma’am.” The orderly grabbed the bag and instantly altered course to a different section of the infirmary.

Y/N was led over to an examination bed and told to sit on it as Janet listened to their breathing and looked down their throat with the penlight. Y/N nervously told her their heart rate was elevated due to anxiety, they were unsure if it had anything to do with the spores. After a few more tests were run, they were cleared to go back to work. The toxicology reports wouldn’t be in until the next day so Y/N wasn’t allowed to do anything too strenuous and wasn’t allowed to leave the facility until the reports were in.

They thanked Janet and headed off back to their lab. Carefully, and keeping all protocol in mind now, Y/N sanitized the entire area that may have been infected by the spilled spores. Once that was done, they headed to their quarters to rest and get their anxiety under control. A few hours later, they got a call from Janet saying the toxicology reports had come back clean. She also scolded Y/N for being so careless and told them they needed to be more careful with the spores but they didn’t seem to be showing any symptoms of anything. Still, they were to return instantly if any problems or symptoms did arise. 

The next week was normal. Y/N worked in their lab as they usually did; Daniel said the team still needed his larger space for their document for another week or so, so he was still sharing the space. In the meantime, Y/N got used to having him around. Their heart settled down around him until his presence was a calming one for them. He talked through things with them, always willing to listen to their work or tell them about his own. They did the same for him when they could, doing their best to be a sounding board for ideas or thoughts or even just be a distraction when his research wasn’t turning out the way he thought it would.

They also got used to each other in other ways. Bringing each other food or drinks, reminding about meals or to just pull their heads out of research for a moment. When one got stuck, they seemed to unanimously decide to stop and just talk for a moment before going back to work with clearer heads. Their humor was already in line with each other, both having a sharp wit that led to quick banter and sassing each other across the lab. Y/N had a habit of sitting on the tables when it came to eating or doing certain tasks, something Daniel would always laugh at when he walked in on it or looked up when they made room on the tables. Sometimes, they’d even wander over to his designated tables to sit on them while chatting with him, getting lost in conversation and distracting both of them from work.

Daniel would always make sure they both got plenty of sleep and rest, more often than not being the one to pull them out of their work to make sure Y/n ate or did anything else that was needed. He almost memorized their schedule and managed to blend into it seamlessly. Y/N attributed that to him being an excellent communicator and it being his job to learn how someone else thinks and behaves. In return, Y/N would try to scatter silly and stupid notes throughout his books, things he would find in the middle of his research to laugh or comment on. They left plant puns, fun animal facts, and small tidbits about their team.

Almost two weeks after the spore incident, Daniel found another note. He laughed, startling Y/N out of their thought process. “Huh?! Wha?” they sputtered, head jerking up from their paper.

He laughed again when he saw them casually sitting cross-legged on the table, hunched over a clipboard and paper, in the middle of a scrawling observation. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just really need to know the story behind this one.”

Y/N smiled at that laugh, finally coming back to the room instead of the alien plant before them they’d been considering. “Okay, which is it?”

“‘Did I ever tell you about the time Kenneth made Charles lick a bunch of rocks?’” Daniel read off the small notecard Y/N had placed in a book a day or so ago.

Y/N chuckled. “Oh, that! Yeah,” they shifted to face him more, their writing falling forgotten into their lap. “So, Kenneth was digging around what looked to be a temple of some sort and kept trying to show Charles something he claimed was funny. I only heard snippets of the beginning ‘cause I was actually being an adult and doing my job, but it was something about the different ways one could tell the difference between bone and rocks. My go-to method has always been to scratch it or something, then again, I usually have him help me when it comes to skeletons. Anyways, I finally hear Kenneth egging Charles on to do something. So, curious and tired, I wandered over to see what was going on, only to be greeted by the most ‘boys will be boys’ thing ever.”

Daniel chuckled, leaning forward with his hands clasped on the table. “Sounds like they were getting up to some typical dig shenanigans.”

Y/N nodded, laughing a bit.  Yeah, they really were. I think we all were just pretty tired then, ‘cause not even Laurel tried to stop the shenanigans. So, there they were, both crouched over this pile of long, bone-like rocks. Kenneth looked up at me and asked,” Y/N did their best to imitate his Southern drawl, “‘D’ya know the best way to tell a bone from a rock?’ And I, being a normal person, responded, ‘Scratch it?’ He shook his head and said, ‘Lick it’. He then turned to Charles, crouching beside him and repeated himself. ‘Lick it’.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the next part, remembering the scene playing out before them. “Charles had the most confused look on his face and Kenneth was holding what I later learned to be a fifty dollar bill, a slip of paper, and a pen. Charles was desperately searching in the pile. I didn't hear it, but they’d made some sort of bet. If Charles is so great of a geologist, he should be able to pick out which is a rock and which is a bone. If he could, Kenneth would give him twenty-five dollars and an IOU. If he can’t, Charles gives Kenneth the same. 

Daniel smiled softly, eyes glowing with excitement. “Did he? Find the bone, I mean.”

Y/N threw back their head, laughing. “That’s just the thing! There wasn’t a bone in there at all! Apparently, bone sticks to the tongue while rocks just taste like dirt. So, Charles was touching each one to his tongue in the hopes one stuck, getting more and more desperate as he went until finally, he was so desperate as to actually lick the stones. It turned out, Kenneth had set him up. There wasn’t a single bone in that pile, just a bunch of rocks! He’d just wanted to prove a point that none of us even remember now. All I remember is that Charles ended up losing the bet and, in retaliation, ate the last of the chocolate we’d had in camp. It was a full week until any kind of restock and I remember being so pissed at the time.”

Daniel laughed, eyes closed and head tilted back. Y/N’s breath was once again taken away by the view.

At least, they thought so, until they started coughing. The cough rattled their chest and knocked something loose, causing them to scramble to grab a nearby paper towel. Distantly, they heard Daniel’s char shoot back and his footsteps rushing over. His hand gently ran over their back, as if that could help the coughing fit die down, while the other carefully guided them to the edge of the table.

Once the fit stopped, Y/N pulled the paper towel away from their mouth and allowed themself to rest a part of their weight on Daniel. Looking at the paper towel, they saw small pink petals. Dazed, Y/N just stared confusedly at them. “Paeonia lactiflora?”

Daniel looked down at the mass of blood and petals in their hand. “Okay, I think we need to get you to the infirmary.” He helped them off the table, keeping a hand on their back to steady them. Y/N saw him take a glance around the room. “Is there anything time sensitive running right now?”

Y/N shook their head. “No, nothing that can’t wait a few more hours.”

“Okay, good.” Without wasting any more time, Daniel started steering Y/N toward the door. 

Y/N tried to brush him off, even though his warm hands felt wonderful against them. “It’s alright, Daniel, I can walk on my own. You can go back to your research if you need to, I can make it to the infirmary just fine by myself.”

He shook his head. “I’d feel a lot better at least escorting you there myself. I don’t know what’s going on but it’s definitely not normal. If nothing else, I need to get checked out too just because I was in the same area when it happened. Protocol, after all.” He chuckled but it sounded weak, like it was just an act.

Y/N sighed and gave up, knowing full well just how stubborn he could be. They’d often seen him arguing with his team members, both in the commissary and when they stopped by the lab. Samantha Carter was most likely to stop by, actually knowing where Y/N’s lab is located, and debate something through with him. Y/N knew enough not to try to convince him he’s wrong when they don’t have any energy and right now, they were feeling a distinct lack of energy. 

Besides, it would be nice to walk with Daniel, at least. It kept him within a close distance for just a few minutes more.

Finally, they nodded and reluctantly let him take part of their weight. “Okay, fine. But, you don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to do this out of some weird sense of obligation.”

He nodded, pressing the elevator call button. “I know. You’re an adult, not a child. Still, I’m allowed to worry over my friends.”

Friends. The word resonated inside Y/N’s mind, like the buzzing of a bee around a flower. It felt good to hear him say he considered them close enough to be a friend. It made them melt and forget about trying to argue their way into what they wanted. “Alright. So long as I’m not taking up your research time.”

“You’re not, don’t worry. Besides, even if you were, it’d be worth it. A laugh turning into coughing up blood and flower petals isn’t normal.”

Y/N smiled. “I know that much,” they snarked as the pair stepped into the elevator and Daniel hit the infirmary’s floor button.

“Although, you did seem to recognize what type they were.” Daniel glanced at Y/N as they leaned against the back wall.

Y/N nodded, looking at the paper towel in their hands, covered in petals and blood. “Yeah, they’re pink peony petals. Quite mundane, all things considered. I guess I expected something a bit more . . . alien.”

Daniel laughed as they got off. “Yeah, I guess if you’re coughing up flower petals, you wouldn’t expect to be able to identify them. I wonder if that means the spores evolved from a pink peony.”

Y/N shrugged, even as their mind started wandering to the possibilities and logistics of it. “Maybe.” Their thoughts started trying to trace the genetics of it, leaving the rest of the short walk devoid of conversation.

As they reached the infirmary, an orderly approached them. “How can I help?”

Y/N chuckled, rubbing the back of their neck. “Uh, I’m here for a follow up with Doc Fraiser about something I came in for about a week ago or so. Priority, please, it’s a lab accident.”

The orderly nodded and wrote something on a small notepad. Y/N had the weirdest feeling, like they were at a medical restaurant and they’d just given a waiter their order. A laugh bubbled up in their chest but instead of coming forward, another coughing fit took its place. Daniel instantly tightened his arm around their shoulders and took some of their weight as the cough shook their chest.

The orderly looked concerned but still looked at Daniel. “And you, Doctor Jackson?”

He sighed. “I was in the room with them during the- the lab accident.” His voice turned hard and authoritative. “Go find Doctor Fraiser now, it’s urgent!”

Y/N had never heard that tone of voice coming from him before but they didn’t have the energy to ask anything about it, only to wheeze their breaths in and out, keeping their breathing as steady as possible. The old breath training they had done was coming back into play as they took to counting the breaths and timing them.

The orderly’s feet moved out of Y/N’s line of sight and Daniel soon guided them along with a quiet and gentle, “Come on, this way.” Y/N didn’t bother looking where they were being taken, trusting Daniel and the others around them to help as they just kept their head down, soaked paper towel over their mouth, and concentrated on breathing.

“Up, please,” Daniel murmured. Y/N looked up and saw an exam bed in front of them. Dutifully, they got up on it and leaned against the wall, pulling their legs close to their torso for comfort. Daniel’s touch didn’t leave them, shifting to rest his hand on their arm as he pulled a nearby chair close. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N smiled weakly. “More or less fine, all things considered. My chest hurts but that might just be from the coughing.”

“And the mystery flowers, most likely.”

Y/N released a single, tentative chuckle. “Yeah, and those.”

Quick, sharp footsteps reached Y/N and they looked up to see Janet walking toward them. “I was told this has something to do with the last time you were here?”

Y/N nodded. “I think so, anyway. I breathed in spores a week ago and, now, I’m coughing up flower petals.” They held up the soaked and mangled paper towel, piled with flower petals, as evidence.

Janet’s eyes widened. “I’d say that’s pretty serious. How long has this been happening?”

“Not long, Doc. Daniel brought me in pretty much as soon as it started.”

He nodded, standing with one hand in his pocket and the other still on Y/N’s arm in a comforting manner. The warmth of his hand seeped through their lab coat and sleeve, providing a wonderful spot to focus on and forget about everything. Still, Y/N brought their attention back to the task at hand. “Yeah, I don’t know what happened,” Daniel was saying. “One minute, we’re talking as we usually do. The next, they’re coughing up peonies!”

Y/N shook their head. “Not the full flowers, just the petals,” they corrected. “Although, I may have seen a few stamens in that pile. I didn’t have time to grab a contamination bag before leaving the lab, sorry.”

Janet shook her head. “No need to apologize, it’s completely understandable.”

Y/N stated their theory of the coughing and petals being due to the spores they’d accidentally inhaled a week ago. Janet and Daniel quickly agreed, meaning others weren’t in any danger from them and Y/N wasn’t contagious. Once that was done, a litany of tests were started on Y/N keeping them in the infirmary for the majority of the day.

“Can I get you anything to make this easier?” Daniel asked when they had a moment to breathe. A precious moment as it was. “I know from experience these can feel exhausting and boring at the same time.”

Y/N smiled. “I’m actually kinda hungry. Think you could sneak in a sandwich from the commissary?”

Daniel nodded. “I can definitely do that. Do you want anything to entertain you? I imagine with all these tests, it’s going to be a while before you’re out of here.”

Y/N considered for a moment. ‘Um, I’ve got a book I’m reading on my desk if you wouldn’t mind grabbing that. It should be tucked next to my bag and my research book.”

Daniel nodded again. “Yep, I know what you’re talking about. I shouldn’t have too much trouble bringing you food and a book. I’ll be right back.”

While Daniel was gone, Janet came back and brought Y/N to another room for a chest x-ray. Y/N was in the bed, waiting for their results, when Daniel got back with the food and book. They smiled at him. “Thank you so much. I’ll admit, I was getting rather bored without anything to do in here to the point I was resorting to reading pretty much anything in sight or just watching the orderlies and nurses go about their tasks. It was starting to feel a bit creepy.”

Daniel smiled. “I get that. Sitting here for hours on end isn’t fun for anyone. Do you want me to stay with you, keep you company? Or, would you rather be left to your own devices?”

“I actually think I’d like the company, if you wouldn’t mind, Daniel. I’m a bit anxious right now and could use your claiming presence, if you don’t mind and don’t have anything more pressing.” Y/N lifted the book slightly. “I’ll probably just be sitting here reading, I completely understand if you’d rather leave.”

Daniel sat, the smile still on his face. “That’s okay. I can just sit here and read too, or go through a bit of paperwork I may have been avoiding. If anything, sitting here would keep me more productive, not less.”

Y/N laughed lightly at that. “Okay, that’d be great, thanks.”

A chapter into the quiet reading, only interrupted by the occasional coughing fit on Y/N’s part, Janet came back over. “The x-ray results just came back and I’m officially concerned.”

Y/N put their book down to pay full attention to the doctor and saw Daniel do the same thing out of the corner of their eye. “What exactly does that mean, Doc?”

Janet opened a folder she was holding and pulled out an x-ray, silently handing it to Y/N. They held it up to the nearest light and saw plant-like structures jutting from the bottoms and sides of the lungs. Y/N shook their head, chuckling lightly. “This- this can’t be right. Plants growing within lungs are very rare and definitely don’t live long enough to flower!”

Daniel took another of the x-ray images. “What?!”

Janet sighed. “Unfortunately, it would seem those spores you inhaled a week ago took root and started to grow. Currently, they are anchored to your lungs and there doesn’t seem to be a way to get them out without severely damaging your respiratory system. I’ve already informed General Hammond and he’s sent your team back to contact the local people of the planet to see if they know what’s going on. For now, I recommend bed rest and no strenuous activity. Although, based on what I’ve observed today, even laughing too hard can agitate the condition.”

“Wh-what’s going on, Doc?” Y/N asked, voice quiet.

“Again, we don’t have all the answers. For now, I’m treating you as a patient with COPD, even if it’s not entirely an accurate description of your situation.”

“I’m sorry, what’s COPD?” Daniel leaned forward.

“Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. Or, a continuous disease that hinders the ability to breath and the functioning of the airways. RIght now, you just need to rest and make sure you’re getting enough oxygen. We don’t know what’s causing the flowers right now and we don’t know how to get rid of them.”

Y/N sighed, sitting back in the bed. “Okay, I get it. Thank you, Doc.”

Daniel looked at Janet. “Does this mean they’re discharged for now? Could they rest in their quarters instead of the infirmary?” Ever the practical one, Daniel was asking the necessary questions.

Janet nodded. “Yes, that would probably be for the best.” She once again stressed not to do anything too strenuous and left to care for another patient. 

Daniel helped Y/N gather their things and walked with them to their quarters.

“Thank you, Daniel,” Y/N said once they’d arrived. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me today. Even just sitting with me was actually a big help, I really needed you today.”

Daniel shrugged one shoulder, sticking a hand in his pocket, his expression soft. “I’m always happy to help. I just hope your team can come back with an answer to what’s going on.”

“I do too, Daniel. I do too.”

~~~~

Daniel rushed over to the Gate Room as soon as he heard the Gate alarm. SG-13 was the only team currently offworld and they had been gone for nearly two weeks, searching for a solution on P3X-326. Daniel was hoping they had brought some good news back with them. When the team walked through the gate, however, Doctor Kenneth Sardoni looked particularly dejected.

“How did it go?” Daniel asked, fidgeting with his hands.

Kenneth looked at him. “Not as well as I’d hoped, Sir.” No matter how many times Daniel said he didn’t have a higher rank than any other scientist, Kenneth still insisted on calling him that. “I’d originally speculated they might be Mayan from their ruins and I was able to confirm it when looking at the people and their cities. Unfortunately, I don’t speak Mayan as my focus was mainly on Sub-Saharan Africa and they don’t speak anything I do or anything close to it. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t get anything from them as much as I wanted to.”

Daniel nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “Okay. Wait a half hour to cool off and for me to get a few things done, then I’ll gear up and go there with you. I’m fluent in Mayan and a few other Central American languages so it shouldn’t be a problem for me.”

Major Laurel Thomas stepped forward. “Don’t you need permission for that, Doctor Jackson?”

He nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, I do. But, the half hour should also be enough. I’m confident I’m the only one in this facility who is fluent in the majority of Mayan dialects, from the extinct to the extant, and I can be useful. Besides,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, “I want to help Y/N.”

Kenneth and Doctor Charles DeSoto shared a glance Daniel couldn’t decipher, smiling between each other. Still, the team agreed.

Just as promised, Daniel was ready to go in half an hour and already given permission by General Hammond. “Are you all ready to go?” He marched into the Gate Room, strapping on the last thing he needed and buckling the last bit of his vest. 

Major Thomas stood at attention, looking like she was inches away from saluting him. “Yes, Sir, we are.”

Daniel chuckled. “I like the attitude, Major, but  you outrank me in every way. I’m just a civilian with a few PhDs and that doesn’t compare with your military rank. Not to mention, you’ve already been to this planet multiple times while this is my first time. As far as I’m concerned, you’re in charge here and I”m just tagging along as support.”

Major Thomas nodded. “In that case, please, call me Laurel. Everyone else does.” She glared at her teammates, who just chuckled behind her.

“Laurel it is,” Daniel agreed. Laurel looked up at the Gate Control Room and nodded, giving them the go. With that simple signal, the Gate started up. Daniel turned to Kenneth. “Doctor Sardoni, catch me up on the planet, please.”

Kenneth bounced in place as he watched the Gate spin. “Plese, at this point, I think everyone wants to be on a first name basis with you. Besides, we’ve interacted a few times when I stopped by Y/N’s lab and you were there.” Daniel nodded but didn’t say anything, just let the man get to the point when he wanted to.

“So, P3X-326 is mostly a jungle planet from what I’ve gathered. The people there are very reminiscent of Mayan culture from what I’ve studied. I’ve yet to find any burial rituals or sites, not even a single grave. Then again, I’ve yet to look or dig in their occupied territory as we try to leave that alone when working on planets like this. Their sculptures are on par with what would be expected of roughly 300 BC with solar calendars and what seems to be a king in place. They also have intricate and complex murals typical of that time. Either the people were taken at that time or they naturally advanced to it.”

Daniel nodded. “What’s the writing system like, can you tell? I’d assume it’s typical of the Mayans but it may have been influenced by the Goa’uld.”

“Oh, uh, it’s still logo-syllabic. The Mayans and Egyptians had a lot of similarities at that timeframe so, even though I didn’t study a lot of Egyptian it kinda gets picked up in this line of work, I wasn’t able to see if the Goa’uld had changed how they wrote or not. I’m sorry, Daniel.” He bounced again, as if he were giddy just to be talking to him.

Daniel smiled despite himself. “That’s okay, Kenneth, it’s not entirely needed.”

The Stargate locked the final chevron and the group stepped through. Daniel found himself in a dense and humid jungle, breathing through the crushing and cold feeling that came with Gate travel. He stepped to the side, eyes already scanning the area for anything that might help him and feeling grateful for the warmth of the jungle.

Laurel spoke quietly with Kenneth for a moment before calmly calling for the group’s attention. “Alright, I think it’d be best to do this as fast as possible. Kenneth already knows where the nearest city is, but it’s a bit of a hike. It’s obvious that the people rarely come out here.”

Daniel nodded and fell in behind the rest, Laurel setting a smooth and comfortable pace that belied the many times she had led the other two men before. As the group walked, natural pairings sprang up. Charles danced ahead with Laurel chasing after him and Kenneth stayed with Daniel, still talking about the planet’s civilization. “So far, this seems to be one of the smaller city states. I did a bit of research on the Mayans before coming here after hearing about Y/N getting hurt but it’s amazing. It’s always one thing to study something and another to truly see it, living and breathing in front of you.” His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

Despite the worry Daniel felt, and the romantic feelings toward Y/N he had already accepted, he couldn’t help but smile at Kenneth’s excitement. “I agree completely, it really is amazing to see your life’s work come alive in front of you. It’s exactly how I felt when I first stepped foot on Abydos, like my research had come alive before my eyes. Or, more accurately, like I’d been transported back in time to ancient Egypt.”

His chest tightened, as it always did at the thought of Abydos and Sha’re. Still, it was a duller ache than it had once been. It would never go away entirely, but it had faded with time. He’d recently realized he was ready for someone new in his life, just as he already knew who his heart had in mind for it. He would always love Sha’re. Abydos and the people there would always feel like home. But that little lab across the way from his also felt like home now, too. Daniel was okay with that and ready to embrace the next chapter of his life. 

They continued to talk about Gate travel and meeting civilizations they’d only ever read about until Daniel heard Charles call Laurel something Y/N would call her too. Daniel chuckled. “Kenneth, quick question.”

“Yeah?”

“Why does your team call Laurel ‘Boss Man’?”

Kenneth laughed. “Oh, that. Well, it started when we first got teamed up together. Laurel was still trying to find her place in the SGC and being a woman commanding a team mainly made of men made her self conscious slightly. She thought she had to act tough and boss us around a lot in order to get our respect. Charles started calling her the ‘boss lady’ at that point, complaining about all the rules and things. Y/N would just laugh and say, ‘She’s the boss, man, deal with it’. So, we started calling her the Boss Man as a joke from that phrase. She liked it, said it gave her confidence and made her feel respected. So, we continued calling her that.”

Daniel thanked him for the explanation and their banter continued until they reached the city Laurel had mentioned. Then, Kenneth took point and led them to a specific house. “Even though I was having a hard time communicating, and there wasn’t a lot of common communication ground we could find, there was still one person more willing to talk to me than others. I think she’s a healer, which might even help us in what we need right now.”

Daniel felt his excitement and desperation building as they neared the healer’s house, a sign of a mortar and pestle hanging above it. Kenneth knocked and a tall woman opened the door soon after, looking like she had just stepped out of a Central American house. She smiled at the group and waved them in. “Come in, come in!”

Daniel nodded and smiled back at her. She was speaking some form of Ixil, most likely an older dialect of it. “Thank you very much,” he responded in Ixil, hoping the dialect he knew wasn’t too far off from hers and she could understand him. 

“Oh! You speak Mamean?”

Danile shook his head as the group stepped into the house, waiting to be the last one in so he could continue to converse with her. “No, unfortunately, I speak a slightly different dialect but it seems they’re close enough that we can understand each other.”

She nodded and ushered the group deeper. Kenneth sidled closer to Daniel. “So, you really can understand her?”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, uh, she’s speaking an older form of Ixil, a dialect still spoken in Guatemala today. She called it ‘Mamean’ which, if I remember my flow charts correctly, is a root of Ixil. I should be able to talk with her just fine and get the info we need.”

“That’s great!” Kenneth cheered, moving to pass the information along to the other two.

Daniel silently agreed as the group entered a larger chamber. The healer insisted the group sit. Laurel kept her gun in her lap but the other members of her team but theirs to the side. Daniel kept a hold of his Zat, he hadn’t brought a larger gun. He turned to look at her host, paying careful attention to the way she sat and adjusting his seat to match. “Thank you for your hospitality. I am Daniel, and my companions are Laurel, Kenneth, and Charles.” Each of them nodded as he said their name.

The healer smiled. “I am Nikte, a healer and guide.”

Daniel tilted his head. “Guide?”

She nodded. “Yes, I guide those who choose to embark on a spiritual journey with the plants Han’haki, Lux’zed, Miranebus, Xyi’an, Loneilla, or Abkid.”

“Is there any specific area that these may be found?”

“Yes, there’s a clearing far away from the city that naturally has all the plants that are used in my craft. It’s a religious site to us Mameans and very few people are allowed to go there unless they are going on a spiritual journey.”

Daniel blinked, almost overwhelmed by his emotions. “I apologize, do you happen to have any of these plants that I may see? Someone close to us stumbled across the clearing and we think something may have happened to them there.”

“Of course!” Nikte stood and left the room, her skirts swishing around her ankles in a kaleidoscope of colors.

“Daniel, can I have a translation?” Laurel drew his attention back to her.

“Yeah, so, uh, I just introduced us. She said she’s Nikte, a healer and guide. With my, admittedly, limited knowledge of Mayan civilization, I remember reading something about herbalism being for both physical healing and connecting to the spiritual realm. So, I asked her to describe her role as a guide. She mentioned using multiple plants to do spiritual journeys, all of which were in the clearing Y/N stumbled on and she’s gone to get a sample of them now. Has anyone else seen the sample Y/N grabbed?”

Laurel nodded. “I was there when they got it and we all perused the clearing.”

“Great! I saw them working on it in the lab but, uh, I wasn't exactly paying attention to the plant at the time.” he resisted the urge to act sheepishly. Still, he caught the other men exchanging that glance again, Charles smiling slightly again and he wondered what it was about. 

Nikte came back and handed several leaves to Daniel. He picked out a white fern-like leaf and held it up, raising his brows at Laurel. She nodded, confirming it was the plant Y/N had picked up. Daniel nodded back before turning his attention back to their host and addressing her in Ixil. “I believe this is the plant. Which one is it?”

“This is the Han’haki plant.”

“What exactly does the Han’haki plant do?”

Her face and tone turned serious. “It’s a very dangerous process. The plant must be in the right season, which is now. Those wishing to learn their emotions better must then breathe in the seeds. Within seven suns, the plants will take root. Another three suns, and they will grow. Then, the emotions must be addressed.”

“What emotions, exactly?”

“Whatever is troubling the traveler the most in the moment. DIfferent plants are used for different emotions, the Han’haki should not be used as a cure for everything.”

“Okay. So, say a person accidentally inhaled the seeds of the Han’haki. What would happen?”

“They would start the journey if they are wrestling with emotions of the heart. Particularly: longing, love, or desire. Why? Has this person done so?”

Daniel bit his lip. “Yes, they have. As I said, they accidentally stumbled into that sacred clearing and, not knowing what the plant was or what it could do, breathed in some of the seeds. What would happen if the emotion is not dealt with? Will the plants die on their own?”

NIkte shook her head, the color draining from her face. “Oh, no! The traveler will have a moon, at most, before the plants overcome them and they die from lack of breath. I pray that your traveler does not meet that fate, it is a most unfortunate way to go that only the most stubborn of us succumb to.”

Daniel startled and leaned forward, brow furrowing. “How are the emotions dealt with, exactly?”

“That part is simple. The traveler has to realize they harbor such emotions and declare them to themself. It is not needed to declare them to the person the emotions target, but often people find it helpful for them to be spoken aloud or talked through with someone else.”

Daniel smiled, hope filling his chest. “Thank you, Nikte, you have been a great help.”

“Thank you for the questions, Dan’iel.” She gathered her plants and stood. “I will put these away now.”

Daniel waited for her to leave out of the same door from last time before he quickly relayed all the information he’d gathered to the rest of the group. The color drained from Laurel’s face, leaving her looking ashen. “What?! You mean Y/N only has a month to live, at most?!”

Daniel held his hands up placatingly. “Yes, but the solution is really simple. All they need to do is accept the emotions they have. Essentially, Y/N is harboring some emotions that they’re unwilling to admit to themself, or that they think aren’t acceptable. Once they accept those feelings, Y/N should be fine.”

“Hey,” Charles leaned forward. “When she gets back, could you ask her what happens to the flowers after the feelings are dealt with?”

Daniel nodded. Kenneth also nodded, chewing on the end of a pen he’d pulled from his pocket. There wasn’t any paper in his other hand, just the pen. “I’d assume the flowers would die,” Kenneth speculated, “having served their purpose. However, I don’t know how that would work. Would the ‘traveler’ just cough the flowers up for another month? Is there a way they’d be absorbed into the body?”

Daniel put a hand on his arm, silencing his stream of words. “That’s a bit too far for right now, Kenneth. Right now, we just need to figure out what’s going on with Y/N. We can ask the other questions later. However, I don’t know that Nikte would appreciate the theory of the plants dying. Mayan herbalism believes plants are sacred beings with the power to heal both body and spirit. Every plant, to them, has its own unique energy and purpose and many are needed to restore balance and harmony if something is awry or just to maintain them.”

Nikte came back and sat again. “Is there anything more I can help you with?”

Daniel turned to look at her again. “Uh, yes, just one more question. What happens to the plants within the traveler when the emotions are realized?”

“They have served their purpose and, for the most part, are pulled into the rest of the body to restore balance to the spirit. A few flower petals are left over, but those are coughed up within seven suns or less. Everything else is perfectly harmless.”

Daniel smiled. “Thank you very much, Nikte. You’ve been a great help and have saved the life of my friend.”

She smiled back as they all stood. “It’s my pleasure! I’m always happy to help, especially those who are curious about herbalism. Please, return if you have further questions.”

“We certainly will. Thank you, again,” Daniel said as she ushered the group out her door.

The team discussed what they knew as they walked back to the Stargate. Daniel wanted to run back and instantly report it but he knew it wasn’t practical. Y/N would survive another hour or two of walking if they truly had a month to survive. Still, it didn’t mean he didn’t feel the pressing need to see them again and tell them everything was going to be alright. It was a very similar feeling to what he’d had with Sha’re, but not exactly the same. Nothing would be the exact same as his wife, but things could be different in a good way.

Along the way, Daniel told the team everything they needed to know about the plants, details sufficient for the mission reports Laurel would need to be writing and the others would need for the debrief. When they got back to the SGC, he stopped just long enough to put his Zat back in the weapons lock up and take off the bulkier parts of his BDUs before he was racing down the corridors on his way to the infirmary.

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Daniel skidded into the med bay, eyes scanning the area. Y/N could feel his presence, their eyes instantly drawn to the motion and to all that made him what he was. He caught sight of Janet and moved to talk to her, saying something in a low voice. The entire conversation, both were casting furtive glances at Y/N. They felt that now familiar tickle in their lungs but with both doctors looking at them, they pushed it down, refusing to cough.

Eventually, they had to give in and coughed into a provided handkerchief, turning to the side to make less obvious the coughing and just how soaked that scrap of fabric truly was with blood already. Still, when the coughing subsided and their eyes traced back to Daniel, both he and Janet were already nearing YN’s bedside.

“How are you feeling right now, Y/N?” Janet asked, checking their vitals and monitoring systems.

“Oh, just fine! Could run a marathon if I wanted to!” Y/N joked, hoping to get a laugh out of either person. Neither of them so much as twitched.

“Daniel tells me he’s talked to someone on P3X-326 and found the cure for your lung problem,” Janet continued.

Y/N sat up straighter, mind feeling active for the first time in what felt like a while. “Yes? What is it?”

Daniel stepped closer, a hand landing on the end of the bed and the other going to his hip. Y/N took a moment to admire his physique before he spoke. “The resident of P3X-326 that I spoke to says that the clearing you found is some kind of sacred or, uh, religious site to the people. They use it and the plants inside it for spiritual journeys, finding the emotions they’ve buried deep inside and confronting them. Or,” he paused, licking his lip and shifting his footing, “dying in the process.”

Y/N nodded, gears already turning in their head. “Okay, so the plant uses chemosynthesis instead of photosynthesis and feeds on certain chemicals in the body? Are there any chemicals we can use to kill it, then?”

Daniel shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple. Nikte described it as each plant in that clearing feeding on a different repressed emotion. If you don’t repress that specific emotion, it doesn’t seem like anything happens. If that emotion is being repressed, though, then the plant will eat you from the inside until  you stop repressing it and confront it. Without acknowledging you have those emotions, the plant will suffocate you within a month.”

“So, what emotion does this plant feed on?” Y/N thought they already knew it, had maybe known it the whole time, they just needed someone to confirm their suspicions and say it aloud.

Daniel smiled softly, eyes tender and compassionate. “Romantic longing.”

Y/N barked out a laugh. Looking between Daniel and Janet, they saw just how serious the two were, both so certain this was the only solution. Eventually, Y/N just shook their head. “No.”

Daniel tilted his head, shifting his footing again. “What do you mean, ‘no’? I-I-I I just told you the solution, the only known cure to this entire thing. Y/N, you are dying, and there’s a very simple thing you can do to stop that, and you don’t want to do that?!”

Y/N closed their burning eyes, tipping their head back against the wall. “I know, I know it’s stupid. All I have to do is confess my deepest, darkest secret. I just have to bare my soul, and I’m cured of a fatal disease. I just-I can’t do that. I can’t.”

Janet put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “I understand how hard this will be and, I hate to ask what Daniel just did but, are you sure you’d rather die?”

Y/N shook their head. “Is there another way? Any other way? I mean, sure, that’s the only known cure, but it can’t be the only one in existence, right? I mean, now that we know this thing feeds on the chemicals tied to longing, Janet or someone else can probably figure out what chemicals those are and synthesize a blocker for them. It won’t even have to be expressed, they can just be stopped, right?”

Y/N didn’t open their eyes, willing away the desperation creeping into their voice and the way their lungs were already seizing from a lack of air and speaking so much at once. They took a slow and deep breath, trying their best to get as much oxygen as possible. Soon enough, they would need to be hooked up to an oxygen tank if they wanted to live past the month marker. They knew the logical choice was to just say it. They didn’t even need to look Daniel in the eye when they said it, but they felt like they’d rather sink through lava than confess those closely held feelings they’d only just acknowledged were there. They’d never consider acting on them, keeping them close and only letting them out in the safety of privacy.

Janet must have shared a look with Daniel as Y/N soon felt the bed dip on the side he’d been standing on. “Y/N, you don’t really mean that. Right now, we’re doing what we can to find another way, but there’s just no guarantee that it’ll be found in time, or at all. You can’t risk this. People need you.”

Y/N shook their head, tears gathering at the corners of their eyes even as they heaved a gasping breath. “I don’t want to say it.” Their voice grew small, fragile. “You’ll never see me the same way again.”

Daniel’s warm and comforting hand rested on their thigh, his thumb stroking soothingly over their clothes. “If I promise that my opinion of you won’t change, would you tell me?” His voice was just as soft as his tough, hesitating as if Y/N were a fragile doll who’d break at the wrong word.

Y/N opened their mouth to answer but, doubled over instead, coughing up more pink peony petals. Leaning back, exhausted, they weighed their options. Finally, they gave a rueful chuckle and shook their head, wearily looking over at Daniel. “You can’t promise that. I know better than anyone, you can’t promise what emotions you’ll have. Even if you could, I wouldn’t want you to change them just because I asked you to.”

Daniel nodded, eyes contemplative but his jaw set. “You’re right, I can’t. I may not be able to control what emotion I have or what reaction I have, but I can control how I’ll react to those emotions. I promise not to make a big deal out of whatever you say, no matter how big of a deal it is to you. What if I let you set the pace, determine what happens after you say it? If you still want to talk to me, or if you need some time away, I’ll respect whatever decision you make. Either way, I’m here for you, and always will be if I can help it.”

Janet smiled and squeezed Y/N’s shoulder. “Even if you wanted to talk right away, that wouldn’t be possible. We’ll have to do some extensive surgery right after the flowers are killed and we’ll have to pull them up through your trachea. You won’t be able to speak for a few weeks afterwards. Does that help ease your mind at all?”

Instead of soothing them, Janet’s words made Y/N’s heart ache all the more. Longing swelled up inside of them. Part of them wondered if it was the right time, to just get it all out at once and be done with it. Part of them knew they couldn’t handle the look in Daniel’s eyes if things didn’t go well. The look in his eyes if things did go well scared them all the more, wondering what it would be like and if his feelings would turn out to be as intense as theirs. This all fed the plants in their lungs and caused them to shift and grow, leading to another coughing fit. Daniel moved closer, handing Y/N a fresh handkerchief before holding their shoulders and rubbing a soothing hand over their back as they did their best to ride it out. He winced, sucking air through his teeth, at the sight of fresh blood and petals on their handkerchief. Janet quickly swept away their old one before either noticed it. 

Y/N sighed and leaned back, letting Daniel take some of their weight. “I don’t want to do this,” they said in a low voice for him to hear. They looked up at him, eyes almost pleading.

Daniel nodded, still rubbing their back, and leaned in close to speak softly in their ear. “I know, I know. It’s always difficult to say things that have been shoved deep down, even more so if they’ve been deliberately buried. It hurts to dig it up, but it needs to be done if you want to live.”

Y/N shook their head, still using that low tone. “What if it breaks both our hearts? If the words I have to say do more damage than good, wouldn’t it be better for them to not be said at all?”

Daniel shifted to be in front of them, seeming to fill their entire vision with himself. He looked down and took their hands before looking into their eyes and speaking in a strong and quiet voice. “Hey, I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but this is ridiculous. I’d rather have you say something incredibly hurtful to me and have us work through it together than have you lose your life over words not said and feelings not understood. No matter how bad it is, I’ll do my best to still stay by your side at the end of it all.”

Y/N coughed again, pulling their hand away to fill the handkerchief with more bloody petals. Even with all that reassurance, they didn’t think they could say the words to his face without losing their nerves. “Okay.” They took a slow and deep breath. “But, can I only tell Janet? I don’t think I could actually tell you these things just yet, Daniel. I’m sorry.”

Janet squeezed their shoulder once more, both waiting for Daniel to leave. He patted Y/N’s leg once more before acquiescing and pulling the curtain closed behind him. Beyond it, Y/N could hear him shooing away anyone within earshot. Janet moved to sit facing Y/N on the bed, seeming to also be listening to Daniel get rid of any eavesdroppers. “Okay, we’re alone, it seems.” She didn’t say anything else, just waited for Y/N to speak.

They blinked hard, throat and chest already starting to ache again despite all the medicines they were on. “What can I say, Doc? I’m in love with my friend and coworker. Every little thing about him attracts me so much, there are times I physically ache when I see Daniel. I want to be in his arms at the end of a long day, share every little thing with him, to make sure he’s doing okay and that he’s got what he needs. The best parts of my days are when I get to see him in the lab, when we share meals, swap stories, and just generally get closer. The worst part of it all is that I keep thinking of his passed wife and knowing I’ll never compare to her. No matter how much I love him, how much I ache for him, I'd rather literally die than tell that to his face. I don’t want to dishonor her memory and kill any chance of our friendship continuing past this moment, this point in time. I love him too much to destroy him with that.”

As Y/N sat there, heaving air into their lungs, the curtain rolled back and Daniel stepped back into the space. His eyes were wide with shock, mouth hanging open slightly. “Do you really mean that?” he asked breathlessly.

Y/N nodded. Before they could even explain anything, they could feel the roots detach from their lungs. They gasped, clutching their chest. “Doc,” their voice sounded strange to their ears. They reached out for Janet, fingers clutching her lab coat.

Janet instantly started disconnecting Y/N from their machines. “Daniel, I’m going to need you to move. You can wait outside for the surgery, I don’t care, but you can’t be right here.” She raised her voice. “Veronica! Freddy! Susie! Prep for immediate surgery!”

Y/N was wheeled away before they could even say anything else, avoiding Daniel’s eyes as they passed by him. They couldn’t bear to see that look of shock turn into one of pain, couldn't bear to see it turn to disgust and anger. They didn’t want him to be upset with them, didn’t want him to regret ever saying he’d stay by their side through this. Now that their closest held secret was out in the open, Y/N felt a small weight lift from their chest, but an even bigger one settled as the anxiety of it all kicked in and the weight of the flowers took their toll.

Still, there was no time to wallow in the anxiety. Their lungs were filled with flowers, stems, and branches. A veritable bush was growing inside them and they could almost feel it pushing into their windpipe. There wasn’t time for anything, barely any room left in their lungs for air. They were prepped for surgery as fast as Janet could get them to the operating room. Soon enough, they were given the anesthesia and slipped into sweet oblivion, a place their troubles couldn’t follow.

When they woke, the first thing they felt was a burning pain in their throat. Y/N instinctively groaned, only worsening the pain. Footsteps came from close by and Janet came into their view. “Don’t try to speak right now, Y/N. we just had to do major surgery by going down your trachea to extract the plants. Your vocal cords are gonna need some time to heal from that.”

Y/N almost tried to ask, ‘how long’ but settled for making a confused and worried expression, a bit of frustration already mixing in. They pulled Janet’s hand to them, writing out the question on her palm instead.

Janet smiled. “Ah, sorry, I forgot I was going to give you this!” She pulled out a small chalkboard that was just big enough to comfortably carry around and a pouch attached to it. Pulling a piece of chalk out of the pouch, she handed both to Y/N. “And, to answer the question of timeframe, you need to not speak for three to four weeks at the minimum to give the vocal cords a chance to recover. In the meantime, I recommend some soothing teas to help with the inflamed throat. I'm sorry, it was the easiest way to do it that didn’t involve going through other things or taking longer to heal.”

Y/N nodded. “Thanks very much, Dr. Fraiser,” they wrote. 

Janet smiled again, reading it. “You’re welcome. For now, just try to get some rest. I want to keep you here for another day or so but after that you can go back to working on base. I won’t clear you for field duty until your voice is back and you pass a standard health check. Other than that, everything is fine for now.”

Y/N underlined their previous message, indicating they were saying it again. Janet reassured them they were welcome and moved to walk away. Before she could, Y/N grabbed her sleeve. Once they had the doctor’s attention again, they quickly wrote out what they wanted to say. “My throat hurts. Is that to be expected? Or should I be on meds for that?”

Janet nodded, looking over Y/N’s chart for a moment. “Ah, okay. You really shouldn’t be in much pain right now. On a one to ten scale, how bad is it?” Y/N thought for a moment before raising seven fingers. Janet nodded, making a note on the chart. “I’ll open the drip of the meds wider so you’ll get more. You should be feeling better soon. For now,  just try to get some rest.” She walked away after fixing the drip.

Once again, Y/N was left alone with their thoughts. They were still embarrassed they’d said all that with Daniel in earshot. They’d expected privacy and hadn’t truly gotten it. Still, they couldn’t quite say they regretted it. A small part of them felt good to finally have those words off their chest, feeling freer now that it was in the open.

Y/N laid down as their thoughts wandered to how long they’d known Daniel. They’d first seen him when they first arrived at the facility a few years ago. Since then, they’d interacted with him in small ways in the halls and rooms of the building. Occasionally, they’d pass each other as teams swapped out in the Gate Room. For a long time, that was the closest they’d gotten to him, passing like ships in the night. It was one of those moments when they’d first realized just how bright and captivating his eyes looked and how similar they seemed to the color of the Gate itself.

Y/N was rushing to catch up with the rest of their team, still shuffling through a few pages of research and reports about the planet. Daniel had been just exiting the Gate Room when Y/N bumped into him, sending the papers flying. “Oh, sorry about that!” Daniel said, crouching to help pick them up.

Y/N was already on the floor, scrambling to grab their papers. “No, I”m sorry, it’s completely my fault! I wasn’t watching where I was going.” They could feel their cheeks heating up in mortification. Dropping papers in front of and literally running into the most elite team on the base, how clumsy could they be!

“Daniel, come on!” Colonel O’Neill called from farther down the hall.

Daniel looked up at him, still crouched. “No, Jack, you guys go on ahead! I’ll join you in a bit.” He didn’t wait for his friend’s response and just went right back to picking up the papers.

Once all papers were gathered, Y/N and Daniel stood up. “Thank you so much, Doctor Jackson!” Y/N said, clutching their research pages to their chest .

Daniel smiled, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels. “Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m glad I could help, is all.” It was that moment, standing so close to each other, that Y/N realized just how clear of a color his eyes were, like a deep blue lake on a gorgeous day or a cloudless sky. They also reminded Y/N of the Stargate’s event horizon and how blue it was.

“Thank you, again!” Y/N forced their eyes away from his and rushed past him into the Gate Room, already calling apologies to the rest of their team and trying to ignore the heat in their cheeks that they knew they’d be teased for later. 

Y/N’s thoughts drifted away from their first true interaction with him and towards their more mundane and everyday memories of him. There were times when they came into the mess hall at the height of the day, when it seemed like everyone and their family was in there and no table was left unoccupied. Those days, Daniel would tend to wave them over to his table. It didn’t matter if he was sitting alone, with his team, or with other colleagues, he’d let Y/N come and sit near him. They often didn’t talk during those times, just sat next to him and quietly ate their food, typically reading a book or a report on something. Still, those were times they got to see him in his natural habitat and at his most relaxed, bantering with his team.

They saw the way he leaned on Sam for support and scientific discussion, the way he leaned on Teal’c for anthropology talk and the deeper meaning of life. They saw the way he bantered and argued with Jack, talking of anything from the more mundane world things to the existential, how Jack and Daniel would lean on each other for the constants in their lives. Watching those discussions, and occasionally getting dragged into them themself, was when Y/N first started feeling that small seed of something in their heart. It wasn’t when they first started tending to it, though, that came later.

Y/N also sat in on briefings, some facility wide and some contained to very few people. That was when they first started tending to that small seed of longing, nourishing it and letting it grow. It was when they say how smart he truly was, how capable and composed he could be. How concisely he argued his points and stood up not only to his team members but to others and General Hammond. They saw how determined he was and the level of dedication he devoted to everything he did, pouring all his energy into everything.

Not only that, but their labs were close enough that if Y/N left their door open, they’d often hear Daniel talk to his team members as his door was almost always left open. There were times when Y/N would stop what they were doing simply to listen to the cadence of Daniel’s voice. The way he talked of his work was mesmerizing to hear. That was when the seed truly blossomed into something bigger, a tangible feeling of longing emerging from a casing of curiosity. 

It was only while sharing a lab with him that Y/N understood what they were feeling. They didn’t acknowledge it or recognize that they were feeling love and longing toward him but looking back at it made it painfully obvious. They’d classified it as a crush, always waiting for the feelings to fade and for their heart to move on, to stop longing for the unattainable. They didn’t let them be out in the open until the Han’haki incident and if it weren’t for that they may never have let them out.

And yet, Y/N was already ready to go back to bottling it up. It was a day or so later that they were let out of the infirmary, still equipped with the chalkboard and chalk. When discharged from bed, Y/N poured themself into their research. They reorganized their entire lab, only leaving alone the small section Daniel still seemed to be working in. They learned to work around his schedule, avoiding him at all costs. They weren’t ready to talk to him about it, not that they could while being forbidden to speak. Soon, his things disappeared from their lab and they reorganized that section too. 

Half a week after the surgery, Laurel came into the lab, casually taking a look around it. “Hey, Sugar Pie! How are you feeling?” She leaned over, looking at the floor near a counter.

Y/N smiled at her. “Throat’s still sore but work is keeping my mind off it.”

Laurel nodded after reading it. “That’s understandable. Don’t forget to take time to rest, you’re still recovering from a major surgery and I need you back in top form if you’re to be back in the field anytime soon. Besides,” she chuckled, “You’re the best behaved kid I got, I need you to help me with the Trouble Twins.”

“As expected of our Boss Man.” Y/N smiled.

“Okay, well, I just wanted to come and check in on you, so I guess I’ll leave you to it.”

A few minutes after Laurel left, Charles burst in. “Hey, dude, good to see you! You look great, how you feeling?” His words were rushed, eyes slightly panicked.

Y/N quickly wrote out, “Charlie, what’s going on??” before putting a hand on his shoulder and showing it to him.

He laughed, eyes still panicked. “So, uh, long story. Short of it is, we really need you back as soon as possible. Boss Man is gonna kill me one of these days and it ain’t gonna be pretty.”

Y/N rolled their eyes. “What’d you do now, Troublemaker?”

He laughed again. “Oh, you know, just a small prank. She’s already found it and is on the hunt for me. I saw her just leave here so I’m assuming it’s safe for a few hours, can I stay?”

Y/N sighed. “So long as you don’t mess up anything, yes. Don’t expect me to lie to Boss Man, though. She comes in and asks for you, I’m pointing right at ya.”

Charles gave a mock salute and went to hide in the corner Daniel used to work it. Y/N just rolled their eyes again and went back to work, eventually pointing at him when Laurel burst in and said she knew he was there. They then had to hold back their laughter at their team’s antics, eventually kicking them out before they messed up their throat by using it too soon after the surgery.

Y/N spent two more weeks buried in their lab. Laurel would occasionally stop by to drag them away and Kenneth or Charles would bring them food or water when the men felt they’d been in there too long. Y/N appreciated the distractions their visits and antics created, hearing about their offworld missions and how they weren’t the same without Y/N. Even if their friends were just saying empty words to make them feel better, it worked. Y/N managed to get the majority of their work done during those two weeks, almost working at a fevered pace.

When Janet finally cleared them for field work and allowed them to speak again, she threatened to take them off duty permanently if they didn’t slow down. “I’ve been hearing General Hammond complain about just how many reports have been coming across his desk with your name on it lately and I’m not happy about it either,” she scolded.

Y/N smiled and coughed, getting used to using their voice again. “Sorry, I just wanted to make up for the time I stayed in the infirmary. I know it wasn’t that long, but working also kept me distracted from not being able to talk.” They took a sip of water, voice already feeling and sounding strained from lack of use.

“Even so, you need to take it easy from now on. Just because you can go back into the field doesn’t mean you need to work yourself to death. Take care of yourself. I don’t want to have to see you back here in a week’s time because you were being too stupid for your own good.”

Thanking her, Y/N nodded in acknowledgment and walked out. Now that the health check was passed, they dove even deeper into work. They tried to get as many off-world missions as possible under the presence of making up for the time they weren’t able to be with SG-13. However, almost anyone who knew them could tell it was a lackluster excuse for what they were really doing: avoiding Daniel.

Laurel found Y/N sitting with their back to a wall in the back of the mess hall, nose in a book. She smiled as she greeted them, pulling out a chair. Y/N put their book down and paid their full attention to their leader. “Hey, Boss Man, when’s the next mission?”

Laurel sighed as she sat down. “That’s actually what I’m here to talk about. You’ve been, I don’t know how to put it.” She contemplated for a moment. “‘Off’ is the best word for it, I guess. You’ve been off, lately.”

Y/N tilted their head, sticking their tongue out slightly to swipe at their bottom lip. “Off? In what way?”

“I’ve seen you avoiding SG-1.” Y/N scoffed at Laurel’s words. The major shook her head. “No, really! I”ve watched the way you duck into hallways, speed through intersections, and generally just avoid them wherever you go. It’s as if you can’t face any of them.”

Y/N hunched in on themself, making themself look as small as they felt. “It’s because I can’t. If I talk to even one of them, it’ll get back to the one I really can’t talk to.”

“What do you mean by that, Sugar Pie? Why can’t you talk to one of them?”

Y/N sighed. “I recently confessed a romantic attraction to Daniel Jackson and I’ve been avoiding his answer. If he rejects me, I don’t think I could take it after burying the feelings for so long. And, if he accepts me, I still don’t know how that would feel or what I’d do with myself. I guess, it really comes down to a fear of change.”

Laurel reached out, patting Y/N’s arm. “Either way, if I were you, I’d rather know. If you don’t want any advice, that’s fine, but I’m still going to give this piece: talk to him. The sooner, the better .Get it off your chest so you can stop wallowing in it. Don’t deny it. I’ve seen the look in your eyes while in the field, your head isn’t entirely in it. My advice will always be to confront your problems head on rather than run from them. It tends to get things done a lot faster.”

Y/N reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Laurel shrugged. “I usually am,” she giggled.

Still, it was another two weeks before Y/N stopped avoiding Daniel and his team. Despite the advice from Laurel, and the echoed advice from Kenneth and Charles, they were still afraid Daniel’s perception of them had soured after their confession. It was the main reason they’d wanted him out of the area for it, they hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes while they said it. And yet, they’d still ended up telling him, in a way. It may have been for the better, but Y/N was still coming to terms with it all.

When they did run into Daniel again, it was when they came back from a late night caffeine run to see his door open and hear people talking inside. They knew it was underhanded and rude to eavesdrop but they also felt a need to know. A small part of their mind whispered that it would be payback for Daniel eavesdropping on their confession. So, they quietly crept closer and listened from the doorway of their own lab.

“What’s going on?” Jack asked, metal creaking.

Daniel sighed. “That’s just it, Jack, I don’t know. I keep trying, but nothing seems to happen.”

“Talk to me, Danny boy, What’s going on?”

Something light fell to the table and Daniel’s voice sounded frustrated. “I honestly don't know. I’ve tried talking to them but every time, they run away before I can even get close enough to say, ‘hello’. The avoidance hurts, but what else can I do? I told them I’d give them time and yet, I”m trying to reach out. If they’re still not ready, who am I to say they need to be?”

Jack clicked his tongue and Y/N had the mental image of him shaking his head. “Still, this is affecting your work. I can see it, Daniel. Your head’s not in the missions and any research you’ve done, I haven’t heard a lick of ramblings about it since this whole thing started. When are you just going to tell them?”

“Do I even have to, at this point, Jack? Maybe they wouldn’t want me to.”

“Oh, I don’t believe that for a second! At this point, I’m ready to shove you two in an interrogation room to figure this shit out!”

“Jack, don’t. Just drop it, please? I’ll get my head back on the missions. I’ll focus more on my research. If I focus more on work, maybe I can drown out my failing romantic life. I-I’ll figure it out.” Daniel sighed. “Thanks for the advice, I appreciate it, but please just let me handle this. It’ll only get messier if you get involved.”

Jack took a few steps into the room, closer to Daniel’s desk, and said something Y/N couldn’t hear before leaving the room. Y/N ducked back into their lab, trying to make it seem like they’d just arrived if he happened to walk that way. He didn’t and they were left in the silence of their empty lab, the only noise being the humming of equipment. With most of their research already wrapped up and Daniel moved out, the lab felt even more empty than it usually did.

They put their cup down and puttered around the room for a few minutes, just straightening things up, before a knock brought their focus to the doorway. There was Daniel, looking exhausted and like he’d been up for three days straight, one hand in his pocket and the other raised to knock on the doorpost. Y/N noted the way their heart calmed at the sight of him, as if a puzzle piece had just fallen into place and all was right with the world, their anxiety lessening with just his presence.

“Hi. Uh, you busy?” Daniel asked.

Y/N shook their head, feeling heat flood their cheeks. “Nope, not at the moment. Though, I think I need to say something before you do, if that’s alright.”

He nodded, a hesitant smile gracing his features. “Yeah, that’s fine.” He entered the room and just stood against the wall, as if unsure what to do next.

Y/N bit back a smile, needing to keep the moment serious. “You can sit, if you want,” they gestured to the corner he’d previously claimed. Daniel nodded and took a seat there as Y/N naturally pulled themself onto the counter, letting their legs swing below them. “So,” they began, “I think I owe you an apology.”

Daniel shook his head. “No, you don’t, not really. You don’t owe me anything.”

Y/N held up a hand, silently asking to be allowed to finish. “I do, actually. I’ve been rude in avoiding you. You told me that, no matter what I said, you’d not change how you treated me. I was afraid that that wasn’t actually the case, that it was just something you said in a dire situation. It’s why I’ve avoided you. I was afraid your opinion of me had truly soured due to what I said. That was wrong of me. I should have trusted you. Even though I was running on emotions and preservation instincts, I should have trusted you enough and talked things through with you. I should have, at the very least, told you I needed a bit of time. Instead, I gave you the cold shoulder and avoided you. I apologize for all of that, you didn’t deserve any of it.”

Daniel stood and started pacing, as if he couldn’t sit still for a moment longer. “No, you really don’t owe me anything. I shouldn’t have tried to reach out like I did. To be honest, I’ve been trying to subtly run into you for nearly three weeks now. I know, your voice was still recovering for part of that and it was stupid when you so clearly didn’t want to talk to me. Trust me, I saw the look in your eyes when you avoided me, you didn’t even have to say a word.” he hesitated to say the next thing and Y/N stayed quiet, doing their best to give him the space he’d given them.

“It was like you feared me,” he said quietly after a while. The hurt on his face and in his voice broke Y/N’s heart. “So, I should be the one apologizing to you. It was stupid of me to not wait for you to approach me first and you deserved better than that.”

Y/N laughed, suddenly realizing just how stupid they had both been acting. “How about we call it a truce? Let’s just say we’ve both been idiots and go from there, yeah?”

Daniel laughed and hung his head, putting his hands in his front pockets but leaving his pinkies out in that strange way he often did. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Y/N picked up an empty test tube and played with it in their lap, nervousness building for what was going to come next. “So,” they paused for a moment, letting the silence drag on and their courage build, “wat that what you’d originally come here to say?”

He shook his head. “That was part of it.” He stepped closer, coming to stand in front of them. “I mainly came here to answer what you’d said in the infirmary over a month ago now.” His eyes were so clear, so determined. They drew Y/N in and held them captive.

Y/N had to remind themself to breathe. “And, what would that answer be?”

Daniel smiled and tenderly placed a hand on their cheek. He leaned in, carefully looking at Y/N and waiting for them to pull back. Instead, they put down the test tube and let their hands gravitate to his hips, their fingers sliding into his belt loops and pulling him closer. His smile grew brighter before he closed the distance between them and placed his lips on Y/N’s.

The kiss was like a spark of lightning, like a soft evening rain, like a cool breeze on a summer day. It felt like everything clicked into place, like it was the only place Y/N would ever want to be. It felt like the sun coming out after a long rain. It was perfection incarnate and they never wanted him to stop.

Y/N wasn’t sure how long they kissed, only that when they pulled away, they were both gasping for air. Their foreheads connected and they just breathed together for a moment. When he caught his breath, Daniel smiled. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a few months now.”

Y/N laughed. They let their legs swing out, ankles hooking the back of Daniel’s legs. At the same time, their arms came up to wrap around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “So have I. I’ve just been so afraid to do it.”

He hummed, hands sliding around to their back as he stepped impossibly closer to them. “And why have you been so afraid?”

Y/N let their chin rest on his shoulder, eyes slipping closed to enjoy the feeling of having him in their arms and getting to be in his arms. “Because I would never be as good to you as Sha’re was and would have been.” They sighed and, when they felt him try to pull away, held him tighter. “I’m a coward who doesn’t have the courage to say this to your face. Please, let’s just stay like this for a moment.”

He hummed again and started to gently rub their back. “It needs to be let out sometime. Now’s as good a time as any.”

“As far as I know, she was the greatest love of your life,” Y/N continued. “I mean, you left your life and an entire planet behind for her. When I first came here, people told me stories of how you’d rarely ever stop talking about her if you weren’t working on something. To me, Sha’re is legendary. Maybe that’s just how everyone portrayed her to be, maybe it’s true. Either way, part of me built her up to be the ideal woman, the perfect wife, the best partner anyone could ask for. Anyone who’d seen you two together said that it looked like you were destined for each other, no better match for either person on any planet. It built up in my head for a while.

“Finally, we started spending more time together. I saw you when you were just talking to your team, the way you interacted with them.I saw the intellectual side of you and the humorous side all at one. I got to watch you match yourself to everyone you talked to, like water fitting the shape of a container. All the while, I fell deeper for those clear blue eyes and the brilliant mind that lies behind them. Then, we shared a lab. That’s when I fell deeper. I knew I loved you for certain shortly before you brought back the cure for the Han’haki plant.”

Daniel pulled away and Y/N let him, finally looking into each other’s eyes and seeing his reaction as they said it. “I love you, Daniel, but I’m scared that I’m not what you want, that you don’t actually want me and that you’ll never speak to me again.”

His eyes didn’t turn to anger, there was no disgust in them. Only softness and joy. Daniel kissed them again, a short and sweet moment where their mind was able to go completely blank and absorb him. “I'm glad we got that out of the way,” Daniel said. “You’re right, Sha’re was and may always be, the love of my life. However, who said a person can only have one love of their life? I was surely the love of her life and I will love her until the day I die, but that doesn’t mean I”m never going to love again. I can love you just as much as I love her, and you’re allowed to love me. If you need permission, you have it.

“I want to love you. To be honest, I’ve been falling for you since the day we met. Ever since I caught a glimpse of the look in your eyes and the way they shone with the excitement of a mission, it was like I’d stepped off a ledge and was falling into deep waters. That’s why I kept calling you to my table. I wasn’t just being nice, I was being selfish. I wanted you near me, to hear you talk to and about your own team, to watch you interact with mine, to talk to you myself. I wanted to get to know you better. It’s also the main reason why I asked to share your lab specifically, and why I stayed so long.”

Y/N tilted their head. “Wait, what do you mean?”

Daniel laughed, suddenly looking sheepish. “Uh, the large group stopped using my lab a week or two after you got back from your mission. I just kept using yours and didn't tell you because I like you and wanted to spend more time with you.”

Y/N’s laughter joined his and they pulled him close again, arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders. “I thought you were just still working on that stone. I guess we’re both idiots, aren’t we?”

Daniel nodded, tilting his head to kiss their shoulder. “That we are, my darling. That we are.”

[ideahat-universe]

TimTams

So I've been playing emulated games for a few years now. Loving it honestly. My pattern is playing a Pokemon Romhack and then a RPG that is not Pokemon.

Sometimes it's another monster tamer/collector but not always.

What it is, is constantly exciting and fun and there's no shortage of games to play. But that doesn't mean I'm not interested in adding more to the queue. One of these days I'll be able to afford the Steamdeck and when that happens I'll be playing some Monster Tamer games that Steam has on offer.

So I went shopping. I found the ones people mentioned during the Palworld toss up, Nexomon, Coromon, Monster Sanctuary.

I get to Temtem, and I see this.

What the heck happened???

I thought this game was good? A better alternative to play than Palworld which was a cheap knockoff that didn't deserve our time and attention?

Did any of that sound familiar?

Those seem familiar too.

It almost seems like people make Monster Catcher games and if it's mildly popular it gets compared to Pokemon and is called a "Pokemon Clone" and after the hype dies down everyone goes back to playing the latest Pokemon game, they don't even bother playing any other Monster Catcher game unless some Youtuber asshole makes a video about it with the label "it's Pokemon but better!"

I made that article where I said Palworld was mask off Pokemon and I stand by it and I can stand by it because Palworld is basically everything Pokemon doesn't really want to be, but secretly was for the years the devs couldn't figure out just what should and shouldn't be canonical in the Pokemon world.

But I just want to make the PSA that you shouldn't call things the X killer. Because that basically never happens. Franchises kill themselves. They don't typically get killed by a competitor.

A competing brand does something that the standard is lacking but the leading brand is also delivering a low quality product that people are discontent with and willing to move on.

Not to get political but the Bud Light effect that conservatives wear on themselves as a badge of honor is really more about how beer sales in general have been on the decline

Don't believe me? Here's an article from 2019 that more or less says that Domestic Beer sales were starting to slip.

People still drink beer though. In doing this research I noticed a rise in Craft beers so what's really happening is that leading beer brands that were the face of cheap, shitty beer that everyone drank because it was ubiquitous were now being reconsidered and the end result was that Bud Light was already a beer that people didn't like, they just used the boycott as an excuse to stop drinking beer, drink different leading beers (and liking it more than Bud Light!), or indulging in craft or different types of alcohol altogether.

So if we circle back to the beginning where we talked about "Pokemon Killers" the reality is that Pokemon can only kill itself and it will kill itself once there are poor sales resulting from being the face of mediocrity that everyone is willing to jump ship from.

The problem being is that even with Pokemon being mediocre it's not bad enough for people to rebel from the brand.

Look at the people in the comment section of that video. Does that look like an audience of people who are ready to stop drinking Bud Light?

I don't think so!

Really think about that trailer, no game play so it's worthless beyond telling us what the setting will be, Mega evolution will probably return but Mega Evolution is a controversial power up given that depending on the Pokemon, you could be subjecting them to an immense amount of pain just to win a fight (and competitively only a couple of Mega Evolutions really matter and you never need Mega Evolutions to win a fight in the campaign).

And lets be honest. If its just the same turn based system with very little else added on the side for flavor, you won't be getting out of this new game that you wouldn't get from a Pokemon Romhack (That includes Mega Evolutions).

Except, ya know. The Romhack is free. If you're a poke-maniac you own physical copies of gen 1-5 so you have the legal right to dump your game and patch it however you like.

You can do that or maybe even buy Palworld, or Nexomon, or Digimon, or TemT- Wait. Maybe not TemTem.

I mean that Magnakamen video does a decent job at explaining why a poke-maniac will never abandon Bud Light, but how about me?

What do I think?

Well, I don't play MMOs and given that this game came out as an MMO at around 2020 is ridiculous, because by 2020 it was already evident that MMO is a reaper genre. Most games in that genre die, forever.

Hey, you came up with a really cool idea for a Four Swords style game. You made it an MMO? DEAD FOREVER.

Hey, you came up with a really cool idea for a snowboarding game. You made it an MMO? DEAD FOREVER.

Hey, you came up with a really cool RPG that is like WoW but with a bunch of quality of life stuff in it. Wait, it's a WoW killer? DEAD FOREVER.

When you make an always online game that needs to have other people playing it for it to be fun you are asking for the game to die forever someday.

Ross Scott is going to court over this but that's a subject for another time, but the fact that the Temtem devs made a Monster Tamer MMO is actually quite dumb.

I get why they wanted to do that though they wanted to make a balanced competitive scene. Competitive Pokemon but not rife with cheaters and overburdened with hundreds of Pokemon that are unplayable in anything above RU, but making a game that is designed with competitive players primarily in mind is like making healthy cereal.

Just eat an apple forehead.

If you make a game with competent AI or possibly AI that can be modified by the player to suit their tastes, you don't need strong competition from some stranger who hacked their team together. You would play competitive for fun. You'd get your favorite creatures and then you'd pit them against your friend and his favorite creatures. Not a stranger, someone you know. When you play a competitive game with friends that's when those games are fun.

When you play competitive games with strangers. You become Tyler1.

That looks like fun right? Just sweating profusely over every little thing someone is doing in a competitive match and just ranting about the game balance and how the game is being ruined by the players, the devs, or both? And then if we aren't having this eternal struggle about how the game is being balanced the game is just dead?

Yeah, that's what really did TemTem in. Not the semantic bullshit that Mangakamen was complaining about that only someone who isn't ready to give up drinking Bud Light would come up.

What really killed TemTem was that making an MMO is a bad idea and making a game based around fostering a competitive environment is also bad.

It's okay though! TemTem is also becoming Vampire Survivors with TemTem Swarm. Not making a good single player TemTem, just making a spinoff TemTem.

Hm, we won't be adding TemTem to the queue.

[bearpillowmonster]

I was originally going to play Darkside since Code Veronica is a tank control but the copy I have was scratched upon arrival and doesn't work past a certain mark. I had no interest in this one since I had already seen gameplay of all three of its titles but I realized during one of my replays of RE3 Remake that I keep coming back even though I know every nook and cranny as if I'm looking for something that wasn't there before like new content. There will never be an expansion to that game until I started thinking, what about the Umbrella Chronicles version?

So, I bought this game just for that section. Unfortunately you can't just pick one game or the other, with Darkside, it was one continuous story modern day with flashbacks to each game but with this one, it's continuous but doesn't have a main story to tie it all together or add to it so you play these three congruently like they were the actual titles. So I'll just split it up that way.

I was never a fan of RE0, I more or less exclude it from my canon, but I really wish that the train idea would've worked at least as well as Revelations' ship idea. It's the same here but it feels a bit better because you're actually seeing ahead of you.

It's on rails but you can choose this way or that way sometimes and it will have a different outcome with what you encounter. I remember being able to see the opposite player or NPC in Darkside but in this one, it just seems like whoever you choose just talks to themself and the other very rarely responds back or you see them outside of a cutscene which makes it feel a bit lonely. It really doesn't affect gameplay at all other than piece of mind, no different weapons, no swapped out dialogue so it still thinks you're playing as one instead of the other "Go down there" and your character jumps but you're the one that said it. Herbs aren't treated as stock, you pick them up, you use them, first aid sprays are kept until you 'die' and it basically acts as a second chance.

The environments are shootable and through that some give different badges and "points" for a report card at the end of each level, some give items such as ammo or healing too. As far as length of each section, for reference, Resi0 had 3 levels, it was a pretty mummarized (get it?) version of the events of the game though it didn't exactly have a whole lot going on in the first place. The length of those levels can be varied, this is more arcade like so there's constant action. I'm not sure how to gauge that but it took a little over an hour to get the Resi0 portion done and oh, what's this? Once you complete a section, you can either move onto the next or you get "bonus levels" depending on what ranks you got which are based around how fast you mow down since it's on rails, actual number of hits, critical hits, objects destroyed, and files. Which for Resi0 you unlock "Beginnings" or where Wesker was when it was all happening. They don't add a whole lot but if you know the brand then it's like "Oh my, Wesker vs a prototype tyrant" but that's about it.

The game can be off at times, I guess because of motion controls but I'll give a few examples. The final Queen Leech boss has you aim for the mouth but for one thing, this thing is made of mouth so you'd assume it's the one facing you which also happens to be the narrowest. The "head" if you will, but I found myself unloading on this thing, reticle directly in the eye but it wouldn't register as that hit box. Hit a little more to the left of the head and that did the trick but it was finnicky and the monster is always moving so it's kind of like testing to see where the hit box is next and it's not purposely designed that way, watch any PS3 walkthrough or like I said, the characters tell you what to do in that moment, it's just a flaw in its coding. I hit a spider the fell into another spider but the body didn't decompose yet so it was invincible because I was hitting the corpse's hit box instead (why you can do that, I don't know, it should be finished at that point) but that happened a few times.

They take a lot of wrong turns to dead ends and turn around to fight more enemies, it's actually almost comical how lost and in circles you go. Dodge commands won't always appear if you're shooting and really I have no explanation or strategy for that, the point is to shoot. Waving the Wii Remote to dodge (also a reaction command) was hit or miss because you normally have to be completely stopped in order to make it work and be able to catch the entire thing, not just willy nilly or dare even hold the B button while you wiggle. What wording, am I right?

At this point, I wasn't really a fan of the game, I liked seeing some of my favorite scenes in better graphics but it's all nulled by its gameplay and cliffnotes story, making it an FPS takes away from its characters because you never get to see any interaction and that's half of what makes RE work.

As far as the actual RE3 content, like I said, the story takes a dip. But your goal is to get to the helicopter from the very start, first cutscene, but with Carlos and that's your overall goal, there's no "but Nemesis stopped the first helicopter", no "He killed Brad" I don't think, no Nicholai either (except in the collectible notes for some reason??). So while he's big on screen in first person, he's not menacing enough but it's hard not to love his Darth Vader voice in this edition. And it's contradicting that Carlos is there under Umbrella to help, Jill is there under Stars to help but they're both just after the helicopter at the same time.

It slowly but surely made me happy a little bit though because I was getting to see these environments that I was familiar with and how they drew in comparison to the remakes like the police station and the train station as well as what differences there were and the added flashlight for some segments. For the last level of that section, you finally get introduced to and fight Nemy which he follows you for the whole level like he should, really cool. I even played that level twice. The actual battle portion is very reminiscent, you can see where they got some inspiration as far as him running in a circle and stuff.

The bonus isn't "more RE3" which is disappointing for me seeing as I bought it for that, but it's actually an Ada story that I really liked, so there. Weird that it's in this game seeing as it takes place after RE2 but…ok. That's my Ada. I had issues with the way she was in RE4 Remake and to a degree RE4 but this showed me that there's still something out there for her character that I might enjoy.

If you finish all of that including bonus levels and stuff you get one last section of the game that's original. Chris and Jill infiltrate an Umbrella facility that's working on a new B.O.W., and uh…wait is that the scene from the movie? But there's a lot of beeping for the one level that doesn't even stop for cutscenes, I know it's an alarm but it's just stupid to have constantly blaring while you're playing even as loud as your guns are. Wesker pulls the "it was me all along" and you see his perspective for the bonus levels. Yeah, it's all contained so it's nothing all that great other than what was teased a few of the other bonus levels. So you had a continuity side story but you didn't know it because it took place at the end.

Hunk also gets his notorious mercenaries type thing with more dialogue than any other level, can you believe it?

Should you never had played the actual games, you're not going to get the series speedrun that you're hoping for out of this game, which makes me glad I didn't shell out for Darkside to be underwhelmed by Code Veronica's stuff before I knew it at all. I don't regret the buy just because of that but other than a few levels, I didn't really care about it enough, I was glad when it was done.

[childofaura]

Apologies for butting in and is it ok if you can give your thoughts on Resplendent Roy and Resplendent Lyn?

It’s kind of a bit of a tall order so I’m wondering what are your thoughts on those two Brave Resplendents so far.

No need to apologize, you’re not interrupting anything at all. The only thing I’ll say is PLEASE, IS. STOP GIVING RESPLENDENTS TO BRAVE UNITS I BEG OF YOU. Roy and Lyn already have Resplendents as their base, we need singular units who haven’t even gotten an alt yet to get a Resplendent. Like Arthur. Or Silas. Or the Morgans. Or maybe one of the grail units.

So let’s start with Roy. Apologies because I’m on my phone so screenshots are all I got:

First off, I think this is amazing incorporation. Roy’s outfit actually reminds me of Laevatein, with those armored hip guards. Roy here is very armored up, appropriate of a Muspell outfit, and the cape is very eye-catching without being obnoxious like Ike’s Muspell cape. Though they missed an opportunity to put the Muspell badge as his cape fastener. Still a banger outfit.

The art itself is very nice, gorgeous color work and I think this piece is the art that closest shows how young Roy is. Not that he doesn’t look young in the other pieces, but he doesn’t quite look like a kid. Here he does though. And those POSES, man. That attack pose is so strong, it invokes Smash Bros feelings.

I actually think Muspell was a better pick for Roy than Nifl was. I know Nifl is because of his mom Ninian (yes I know that’s not REALLY confirmed but everything leans heavily towards that being so), but Muspell really compliments his color scheme more, and he IS the Blazing Lion in his Legendary costume. So I feel like this Resplendent is the superior one. 10/10 for him, honestly everything was executed perfectly.

Now onto Lyn:

Uh… The incorporation in this one is not vibin’ with me. Too much fabric, not enough armor, and too much of “they just slapped vague Muspell aesthetic onto her existing outfit without doing any real incorporation”. That chainmail is really awkwardly placed right underneath her tits, too. If they wanted to keep her chest, they could have gone the Laegjarn/Laevatein route of thinner armor with gold embellishments. This is NOT ideal Muspell archer, Niles clearly succeeds here where Lyn fails.

Art is still gorgeous, though. Use of the fabric to add flow was great, color is great. Only criticism is, uhhh… I know she had a big chest, but her tits are not THAT big. Even on her Ninja alt with the armor corset, her chest doesn’t stand out that much. Reminds me of the artist who weirdly made Fallen M!Morgan’s torso super ripped.

Does Muspell fit? I’d actually say no, the Sacaen way of life really perpetuates the spirit of freedom and nature, Muspell’s conquering tendencies and visuals of dead, burnt landscapes doesn’t fit. We should have gotten Ymir Lyn.

Overall, 6/10 for Lyn and it’s really strange that we got TWO Muspell Resplendents in a row.

[briar-craft]

So I was just thinking about some things about Red, Green, and... Giovanni.

This is just my own theories/headcanons, and this is based solely on the games. I don't know nearly enough about anime Giovanni, and I'm also going to treat them as separate universes.

Now, Professor Oak. We know that he's Green's grandfather. We never get any indication of who his actual parents are in the games, father or mother. What if Green somehow found out that his father was Giovanni. At first, he only knows his father was the Viridian city gym leader, and he's been off training for a long time, doing something Professor Oak isn't happy about and cut ties with him over. He meets a couple of people along the way who know about him, like Mr. Fuji, as Giovanni did have the lab up.

But then it's at Saffron city, Silph Co, where he finds out from a grunt the name of Team Rocket's boss. He is there ahead of Red. He made it through the floors, pass all of the other grunts until that one mutters that name.

He doesn't want to acknowledge it's real, and so heads back, pretending he was just waiting for Red. He doesn't want to believe he's related to the boss of Team Rocket. Instead of proceeding through Seafoam Islands, he heads back to Pallet to clear his head and talk with Daisy, asking about their parents.

After getting his head back in the game, he heads down to Cinnabar and gets into a verbal fight with Blaine after their fight, asking why he never stopped Giovanni from his plans. Blaine, heavy with regret, locks the gym to recollect himself.

After Red gets through fighting Giovanni for the last time and he disappears, Green feels the need to prove that he can beat Red more than ever if his own father couldn't stop him from getting the last badge. He throws himself into training and becoming stronger. He doesn't care his team is tired, he doesn't care of how anyone else thinks of him. He will become champion, and prove himself.

... Red defeats him...

Not only that, but he manages to find Mewtwo, the pokemon his father's team created. And the day after, he was gone. Kanto's champion had left, the eighth gym leader is gone. Green was left alone once more with a grandfather who only sees his own son's hunger for power in him, and a sister who pities him.

He can only turn to one place: Viridian City Gym. He stays for a while, until Lance finds him. Offering him the position.

Now a divergence from what happens in the game timeline. Green and Red make up after Gold beats Red and convinces him to come back down. Green decides to travel and find his own way away from being the region's professor's grandson, while Red takes some time to acclimate back to society, eventually returning home after Kalos. He and Red get invited to the Battle Tree and they accept. While he and Red are back on good terms, they don't have the same energy as they used to before their journeys. Green just can't understand why.

One night, walking along Alola's beaches, a voice calls out to him. Green stands, frozen. From fear or shock, he doesn't know. Giovanni had found him. Here he was, looking older, with a cane and a hat to hide his thinning hair. Persian at his side.

Giovanni wasn't there to battle, for the better as Green's team was still recovering. They sit for a long time in silence. Eventually, Green only asks one thing: Why.

That single word held so much weight behind it, it could have meant anything or nothing. He didn't have to elaborate though, Giovanni knew what he meant. "Power. I was obsessed with power. Your mother had an illness, and I was working on a cure, but it was too late. Then, I found those journals about Mew. A pokemon with the power of all other pokemon. Surely, I thought, with the technology that we had to reconstruct fossils, we could make another Mew, and bring her back. I lost my love for the living long ago, feeling resentful. But then, I felt I had the key to life. It's no excuse, and I'm not looking for forgiveness. I've given up on that long ago."

"As for the reason I left. Red. He had so much more power than I could ever hope for, and still loved his pokemon and trusted them, rather than commanded. I needed to understand once more what it meant to be a trainer. But, I can understand him being terrified after facing Mewtwo. It was born from greed and hate. From what I know, he only understood love and compassion. So I can only imagine he'd want to be able to understand Mewtwo to help it. The only way to truly know is to ask. I'm only giving my insight."

I'm going to make a fic sometime this weekend, but I would love to see any other fics or ideas inspired by this post too! I know people like to think Giovanni was Red's father, and I do too when it's done right, but I for one never seen this idea and needed to share it before I forgot all about it. Plus can add in Silver being Green's half brother, or could be Giovanni fell in with his mother who had tried convincing Giovanni to revive Team Rocket, thus the special celebi event, or can just say that never happened and Silver was maybe adopted by Giovanni's new partner after Green and Daisy's mother passed. Either way works.

[purenguyening]

another fandom ask! B K L

Going to put a cut because it's surprisingly long...

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Hattori Heiji/Hakuba Saguru

Not that I didn't consider it persay, more closer to I didn't have thing to say or add that hasn't already been said. So instead, have a fanart that I think about sometimes. They're both quite silly but there's a lot there to building their dynamic, especially based on the fact they have similar backgrounds....

(This is actually true with a lot of ships, I'd rather listen to other people talk about ships than give my own reason why I think they're interesting)

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Hashibira Inosuke's arc. It's really satisfying watching him grow from fighting just to prove himself to learning how to fight to protect others.

Watching Inosuke fight King of Demons Tanjirou is really heart-breaking...him talking about how they ate together with Giyuu and Gyomei.

Though every time I bring it up I can't help but snort a bit at the colored version:

Absolutely bonkers to me for some reason "buddies" is in quotes there.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

I've been thinking about it more, but I do love the video game's portrayal of Norman from Pokemon, especially in Emerald where you have access to more dialogue where he admits he feels conflicted about you growing up (this dialogue is seen after you get your second badge):

"Hm… Little by little, but also very surely, you're getting tougher, <player>. The stronger you get, the farther and higher you soar from Mother and me… This feeling is hard to explain."

He has a pretty lassiez-faire approach given that he calls you once he hears from Mr. Stone that he asks you to run an errand for him.

But I think there's more to it once you look at his Emerald Team: Vigoroth/Slaking and Linoone/Spinda are both meant to convey different sorts of extremes and he specifically gives out the Balance badge. Vigaroth/Slaking being a metaphor for his energy and the contrast of Linoone versus Spinda (where the former runs ONLY in a straight line and the latter ONLY runs in circles) feels like a metaphor for how he wants to approach you (directly versus roundabout). The fact he gives you the balance badge makes it feels like you were able to do what he couldn't.

Norman really got special treatment with his team and how it's designed to convey a lot of his character in a way I think a lot of the other leaders didn't, but I think that's expected since this is your father.

But I think the general gist is that Norman was basically a father who really was stumbling through fatherhood and really trying to figure out how to approach raising you.

I'm still of firm belief he initially agreed to teach Wally how to catch Pokemon because: one, Wally's situation was very similar to the playing character, so he really wanted to try to help him out; and two, it felt like he really wanted to get some experience in teaching someone how to catch Pokemon before he tried to teach his kid how to do it.

The line after you arrive makes it seem like he was trying to figure out what to do in real time once he realizes you have your own Pokemon and have caught at least one or two on en route: Oh, I see. You're with your Pokémon. Hmm… Then I guess you're going to become a Trainer like me, <player>. That's great news! I'll be looking forward to it!

There's also dialogue with your mother (Your father keeps himself locked away in the Petalburg Gym. He comes home every so often. But he goes back to the Gym when he's eaten everything he can.) and father (You'd better go visit your Mother every so often. I'm going to remain here and redouble my training.) that make it sound like he tries to get his kid to come home and eat dinner with them but just miss them and also he's not being very direct about it.

I feel like one of these days I'll try to write an essay about it, but it goes to say, I do think Norman is a pretty interesting character and he's not my favorite, but there's a lot I can say about him. He really is trying his best to be a good father, hang in there, Norman!