lilac-gold · 10 months ago
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you know what i want to see? headspace bosses showdown. they all fight each other. whoever wins gets hero.
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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago
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Rossi x Male!reader - get better
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Please could I get a Rossi x male reader (romantic relationship) where the reader works for the BAU and is struggling with their mental health and he’s wearing pyjama shorts in his hotel room whilst they’re on a case and Rossi comes to his room to talk about an aspect of the case and notices the fresh wounds on his thighs. Then when they’re back at the Quantico HQ he stages an ‘intervention’ with Hotch who the reader is slightly terrified of being the big bossman (but we all know (including Rossi) that he’s a big softie at heart) Reader’s boyfriend and the super ‘scary’ unit chief make him hand over all his blades etc and maybe a stupid funny moment when they ask ‘is there any more’ and there are loads hidden in the reader’s belongings. - Anon💜
TW: mentions of self harm and depression
You were getting ready to get some sleep when there was a knock on your door.
With a grumble of annoyance you rolled out of bed and walked over, opening the door, peaking your head around it.
“Dave?”
Opening the door you let him come in and you quietly closed it again.
“What brings you by? You know we can’t be involved in cases.” You whispered.
“Everyone else is asleep and I knew you’d be awake so I thought I’d talk to you about something I need a second opinion on.”
Nodding your head, you gestured for him to sit down and stretched, arms above your head as you yawned loudly.
Rossi would be lying if he said he wasn’t checking you out right now.
The tattoos on your bare back, the slight definition of your muscles and he smiled as you sat down on the bed next to him.
“I was doing some reading and something didn’t add up.”
Rossi began to explain what he had found and asked for your opinion on it.
You thought for a moment and Rossi looked down at your hands clasped together and that’s when he saw them.
The faint red lines across your legs, he didn’t say anything about it, but he turned his attention back to you.
“I think I know what it is!”
You quickly grabbed your clothes and got changed before rushing out of the hotel room.
Rossi couldn’t take the image of what he saw on your legs from his head, he didn’t know how to confront the situation.
So he went to the only other person he could think off, his best friend and supervisor.
No one said anything until you all got back after the case and you were getting everything ready to go home with your boyfriend.
Walking up to his office, you lightly knocked on the door and smiled as you peaked your head in.
“Oh sorry Hotch, I was just coming to see if Dave was coming home.”
“Actually we were about to come get you.” Hotch said.
You frowned and pick up your carry back, walking into the room you closed the door.
“Have a seat.” Rossi said softly.
You frowned even more, worried about what this could be and thoughts started to rush through your head.
Was it about the case?
Paperwork?
Had you made a mistake somewhere?
You thought about everything it could be and Rossi saw you getting anxious.
“Hey, hey calm down. It’s nothing about work or anything bad, okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. Sorry.”
Hotch turned in his chair to look at you.
“We just wanted to make sure everything was alright.” Hotch said.
“Oh yeah, everything’s fine.” You smiled.
Rossi sighed, shaking his head as he got up and walked around, placing his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at you.
“I saw the cuts (Y/N), that’s not fine.”
“I don’t know what you mean…” you mumbled.
You hadn’t any clue how he saw them, you made sure to always cover them up, so how did he see them?
“You do. On your thighs.”
“We know things can stressful, why didn’t you talk to anyone?” Hotch asked.
You sighed and shook you head.
You couldn’t escape this, you knew they weren’t going to let you out of this room until you spoke to them.
So you had no choice.
You explained to them you had been feeling low, finding everything hard and you tried not to do it but you just couldn’t fight the urge any longer.
It was something you struggled with for the longest time, and sometimes you relapsed because you could hold it back anymore.
You didn’t give them too much detail about it, but you gave them a brief outline.
“So you brought the stuff with you?” Rossi asked.
“Yeah…”
“Put everything on the desk.” Hotch said.
There was sternness behind his voice, but compassion and worry as well.
Looking up at your boyfriend, you watched as Rossi nodded his head, giving you a pleading look. Silently begging you to do it.
So you reached through your carry on and pulled out a small tin, giving it a shake you set it on the desk.
“You come talk to one of us next time, no matter the time or place.” Hotch said.
“You’re not alone through this, you know that right?” Rossi asked softly.
“I know… I know… it’s just… it’s hard you know?”
Rossi smiled, gently squeezing your shoulder and Hotch looked at you.
“I have to ask, is there anymore?”
You sighed and nodding, grabbing your carry on, you started to pull more and more out and Hotch and Rossi just stared at you.
“Seriously?” Hotch asked.
“Well I couldn’t leave them at home in case Dave got back before me…”
Rossi rolled his eyes a little and kissed the top of your head.
“We going to get through this.”
The three of you came up with a game plan, a way for you to get better, regular checks, check ins every day, you’d have to have a long chat with one of them every week.
And every month you passed without an incident you could have a weekend dedicated to whatever you wanted to do, fully paid for by Rossi.
You wanted to get better, for Rossi. For your boyfriend, but for yourself as well, you wanted to work through this.
You wanted to get better
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saltymongoose · 3 years ago
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Hey this is project nexus 2 anon can you do the same player who chooses unarmed build but this the time the main 3 and 2bdamed are self aware and maybe add the auditor. I really like the self aware au
"Hey this is the unarmed build player self aware au thing anon can you add that they can hear the player like when the player beats a hard level like the murdertime arena the players like “woah!! We did it baby! Sanford, hank, Deimos! We did it bros!” FYI player is unaware their self aware the player just likes to do that because it was a team effort" - 2/2
Alright, glad to finally be posting these! :D Sorry for the long wait, been having some issues with my uni stuff which is why I was MIA for a bit. Just a note: this takes place in a different timeline from the main headcanons, as Arena Mode happens before the main story of M:PN. The Auditor will be in the next part to keep the number of new characters even, but the boys will also be included too. :) ❤
[Part 1] They Find Out About the Unarmed Character's Player ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford & 2BDamned
(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence.)
Out of everyone in Nevada, the so-called “Player Characters” were the ones who had the deepest connection to you from the beginning. Even before the Auditor and the Employers had decided to tap into your microphone, they could hear your voice. The only reason Subject 1v02P_6 was so successful in their work was due to your support, and the same could be said for your most recent character.
Waking up on that bus and having to fight past other grunts, while having no previous experience with combat whatsoever, was very harrowing for them. They held firm in the belief that your constant presence is what made them survive and grow to be so strong. It was through your gentle influence and strategic knowledge that they masterfully completed every mission and developed specific skills.
They thoroughly enjoyed the warmth you provided as you guided them about, and were overcome with pride when you cheered them on. Everything about your character was carefully molded by you, so of course they’d be grateful for you. If anything, they thought of you as both a guide and a close friend (their best friend, if they were honest); someone who they could rely on for anything at any time. In the face of the immense confusion and existential dread they had to deal with, given the role they had to play for the safety of Nevada, it was comforting to have someone like you at their side for all of this.
The others had always known that something was a bit off with their newest comrade. Firstly, it was extremely odd that they grew so strong so quickly, especially when they shared that they had absolutely no previous experience in this field at all. Then there was that weird feeling they got around them. Even when they weren’t directly interacting, or really even paying attention to each other, there was always this surge of powerful warmth they felt when in their presence.
2BDamned simply assumed it was because they were a G01. Grunts from the earlier generations always had the capability of being more powerful, and Nevada itself seemed to react differently to them. It was a plausible enough theory for the weird aura they had. It could also be an effect of enmeshment, for all he knew. But this hypothesis would soon be disproved.
He had been in the HQ for a short moment, ready to tell his new agent about an important mission in person. He turned his head when he heard their familiar footsteps, ready to greet them when he was cut off by an unfamiliar voice.
“Oh shit chat, look, it’s Doc! I wasn't expecting to see him again so soon." What?
It was clear that the voice came from the agent's location; the only other person there was Bossman, who didn't even react to the sound of another person. (Unbeknownst to Doc, he'd grown used to the other voice occasionally heard from your character. They seemed fine, and it wasn't really any of his business anyway, so he didn't bother bringing it up to anyone.)
Your character was startled by the way 2BDamned looked at them, as if he'd just seen a ghost. They stood there for a few minutes, the air filled with an uncomfortable silence as neither of them spoke. Thoroughly unnerved at this point, your character leaned forward and waved a hand up near their face, which snapped Doc out of whatever he was overcome with.
The man took a step closer to them reaching out to put a hand on your character's shoulder. "Do you have a comm on you?"
"...No?"
His grip tightened slightly and he looked around the space before nodding his head in the direction of the stairs. "We need to have a discussion," he muttered to them, and they gave a slow nod in reply, face full of confusion. Doc's hand fell from them and he started the short walk to the Loft, your character following after shrugging to themselves. They didn't know why he was so concerned. Maybe he wanted them to carry something with them on missions? It made sense, given the importance of their task.
As soon as they entered the Loft, he turned to them. "I am familiar with only the basic side effects of enmeshment, but this is a side effect that I may have overlooked. That voice. Do you know what it is?"
Their face changed from bewilderment to recognition in a second. "Oh, yeah I know who-Wait, you heard them?"
His gaze narrowed. "Yes. I did. What are they?" He asked again, more stern this time. If there was a chance that he'd messed up the imprinting process and more than one S-3LF was inhabiting their body, it could mess up the plan they had. That's not to mention the effects that having two "souls" in the same body could have on them.
"They're my Player," they answered simply, speaking in a casual tone. "I hear them all the time, really. They just help me out, nothing's wrong, don't worry about it." But this wasn't enough to satisfy his concern.
As Doc continued his prodding, your character was forced to open up about you for the first time. And it was very weird. They could fully understand his concern about a "new" presence in their life, but he didn't seem satisfied with their explanation of who you were. If anything, this just made him ask more questions about you.
He'd come to understand that the weird feeling they got around your character was because of you. He'd never been around when you weren't there, so he couldn't tell if anything had changed with them. They said you'd helped them, even speaking praises of your abilities, but Doc was still suspicious. You knew who he was, but that could be explained by you tagging along with the agent. Why you decided to assist them was the biggest question he had.
It never ended well when an otherworldly force got involved in Nevada. It was this way with the Employers, and he wouldn't have pursued this venture with your character in the first place if The Machine wasn't an issue. Why would this "Player" be any different?
He knew he couldn't keep your character from their business in an effort to examine you. But perhaps there was a way to look deeper into this without interfering in the SQ's business.
The very next day, your character was shocked to find Sanford, Deimos, Hank, and Doc sitting at a table in the dorms. Visits from them were common enough, but they were never here at the same time. This must've happened because of their discussion yesterday. Your vessel sighed.
A part of them was annoyed. Was their explanation not enough to quell their suspicions of you? You had ample opportunity to harm the SQ, but you never took them. The only thing you ever did was assist them on the missions Doc gave them, and it was only through your efforts that they'd become the person they were today. Hell, they wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for you using your skills to pilot them around the battlefield, dodging the enemies' attacks the best you could with their inexperienced body. If anything, they should be asking how they should thank you instead of hanging around and trying to investigate. But, they were technically their superiors, and it wouldn't do any good to resist them. They gave a strained smile as they waved to Deimos and neared the table.
From there, they were sent on missions regularly, instructed to just go about their business as usual. However, instead of the hirelings you helped them choose, Doc had his own group members tag along. They just shrugged once they received the order. At least they didn't have to worry about how they'd fare in combat.
And things really were normal for a while. At least, until the others noticed the impact you actually had on the way things were.
They'd all been standing in an elevator when an unusual coldness overcame them, the three taking a moment to look around as your character simply leaned against one of the walls.
"Is there a draft in here, or something?" Deimos asked aloud, pulling his jacket closer to his form. Sanford nodded, shifting uncomfortably as Hank switched his gaze over to your vessel.
"Nah, Player just left for a moment, it happens. They should be back in a few," came your character's response, already used to your antics. They weren't worried; even if you left for longer, you made sure they were strong enough to take care of themselves. It just felt a bit weird when you stopped using them, but they were always quick to adjust.
However, the rest couldn't say the same. They'd grown used to that weird warmth your vessel emanated, so going without it was oddly uncomfortable. It was chilly, and they couldn't say they liked it very much. They all relaxed once your presence returned, and that aura along with it. Your character just looked at them oddly. Was the effect really that bad for them? The others at the HQ didn't seem to care much.
It wasn't long before your characters' friends started exhibiting deeper interest in you. More than what they'd consider normal.
It all started once you suddenly started talking again- which your character was happy with, they were the slightest bit concerned at your prolonged silence. (You'd just mistakingly left the mic unplugged for half an hour before noticing someone in your chat pointing it out. "Shit, sorry about that guys. Bruh moment.") The boys, however, had a different reaction.
"Ah, there we go, back with my boys. Look at 'em, they're so cute!" Wait, what?
They were already told that you could talk to them but they didn't think it would be anything like this. They expected cold orders like what any higher being had shown before, not genuine compliments and praise.
"Okay, we'll put Hank here. Sanford, you'll go to the right, and Deimos, you stay over there on the left. I have full faith in you, so don't let me down." "Aaand that's the final wave completed. Great job as always, babes! Let's get back to HQ."
While your character just took these comments in stride, the others were far more impacted by them. Deimos would grin whenever you'd comment on his tech skills (which he made sure to show off more often). Sanford would perk up whenever you said anything about how well he was doing his task, and Hank would try to do more than the others to, well, hog your praise so to speak. They'd never really had anyone so powerful give them positive attention like this, so it was perfectly normal if they wanted to hear this talk from you again and again, right? (They also grew to like the smooth cadence of your voice, and the cute way you laughed. But it was certainly too soon for them to be developing crushes on you. Then again, love at first sight was a thing, so maybe it wasn't too outlandish.)
When Doc met with them again, they were quick to jump to your defense, quickly explaining that you didn't do anything suspicious, or cause them an inconvenience as they completed their objective. But 2BDamned still had his reservations, especially when he realized that they seemed far more fond of you than they should be after spending such a short time with you.
(You and your chat were surprised then the grunt was listed as one of the squadmates for your next venture. It would be fun to see how his ranged style could be used.)
From then on, the four accompanied your character on all of the missions you took. They were always there to witness how you made their friend attack the enemies, tearing through the opposing forces as you stopped them from damaging the goods they were sent to retrieve. You even protected them when they got hit badly, making your vessel move even faster to lay waste to those who harmed the four. This, along with your frequent concerned comments, was enough to persuade Doc that maybe you weren't so bad.
(He tried to keep up this cold facade, but it wasn't fooling anyone. The stunned glances they exchanged when they heard him chuckle warmly at something you said was proof enough of this.)
They all genuinely enjoyed being in your presence, even if some weren't as open about it. The warmth they felt from your vessel was cozy, and made them feel safe even in the most dangerous of battles. (Your character noticed how close they'd stick to them when you didn't tell them to stay anywhere. It was weird, but as long as they didn't get in their way, it wasn't an issue.)
Even better were your cheers once you all finished a mission. They remembered a particularly long battle in the Slaughter Time™️ arena that had left them on their last legs. Even your character had taken a few hits. But their weary expressions brightened once they heard an excited shout from you.
"Woah! We did it baby!! San, Dei, Hank, 2B, we did it bros! Ah, I'm so happy..."
They'd go through as many difficult trials you needed them to just to hear your gratitude time and time again. There was something so immensely fulfilling about being around you. They didn't want to give that up just yet.
In the beginning, your character was overjoyed that they seemed fine with you. But now they had another problem on their hands. They thought they'd be free to go about their business without taking the other's time, but they seemed to double down on going with them. Instead of just accompanying them on missions, they simply never left.
Hank, Deimos, and Sanford were always at their sides no matter what they were doing; sitting down with them to eat, training alongside them, even sitting close to the Sleepwalker bed when they got in it for another session. Doc set up an office space in the HQ but chose to carry around a tablet instead to do his work wherever they you were.
It was starting to get uncomfortable for their vessel. It didn't make any sense, to suddenly go from having near-complete independence to having them watch their every move. It seems they couldn't do anything without the others there. They knew they liked you, but this was just too much.
They thought that bringing this change up with Doc would do something to remedy this but to no avail. The only thing it did was make the four defensive, which just made it harder to tell what they were planning.
In their minds, they shouldn't have to explain anything to your vessel. Didn't they understand just how desirable your presence was, and how lucky they were to have you? It made perfect sense that they stuck around, how else could they have access to you?
Then again, this made it clear that maybe they didn't get how grateful they should be for having your support. And from knowing you and your power, they decided that you deserved better than that.
Huddling together in a corner of the Loft, long after you left and your vessel headed to bed, they discussed how perhaps you should play as one of them for a change. Maybe Doc could find a way to make the enmeshment of the Mandatus happen sooner. Then, with your vessel having completed their central purpose, it was only logical for you to choose them instead.
The bitter jealousy that they felt whenever they caught a glimpse of those phantom strings on the agent's fingers had reached its breaking point, though even they remained unknowing of just how far they'd go for your attention. All they knew for sure was that they didn't want to leave your side, and as long as they had it in their ability, they wouldn't let you.
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I just found my gen 1 iPod shuffle while going through an old box, and here’s every song that 12-year-old me listened to.
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Crazy Frog (right out the gate, I am not proud of this)
Blue, Da Be Dee Da Ba Die
Superstition
Year 3000 (Jonas Brothers cover)
Year 3000 (Busted original)
Yoda (I downloaded this song before I’d ever even seen a Star Wars movie)
Welcome to the Black Parade (classic)
I Melt With You (Bowling for Soup cover, from Sky High, the most ambitious superhero movie Disney has ever made)
Little Less Sixteen Candles
Jimmy Neutron theme (Bowling for Soup cover)
Gilligan’s Island theme (Bowling for Soup cover; I don’t know why I have this one)
High school never ends (Bowling for Soup; there’s nothing more depressing than a bunch of 30-and-40-something white dudes singing about high school)
Rockin Robin (not the Jackson 5 version; I had to look this up, apparently it’s a cover by Megan Joy Corkrey, the 9th place finalist on American Idol Season 8.  2009, it was a simpler time.)
Polkarama
Polka Power
Hooked on Polka (I loved me them Weird Al Polka medleys)
American Idiot
Canadian Idiot (for a time, I wanted to download all of Weird Al’s parodies as well as the originals so I could compare and contrast)
Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting
Stadium Rave (from the Spongebob Squarepants “Yellow Album”)
When Worlds Collide (Spongebob)
Gary Come Home (Spongebob)
The Campfire Song Song (Spongebob)
Underwater Sun (Spongebob ; I promise you, there’s a reason I had all these Spongebob songs.  I’ll explain in just a second)
Do the Sponge (Spongebob)
Ripped Pants (Spongebob)
Sweet Victory (Spongebob; and this is the reason.  I wanted to download just this song, but it was album exclusive, so I had to buy the whole soundtrack, which included a bunch of other weird ones I didn’t even bother putting on my iPod, like “Hey Mean Mr Bossman,” “You’re Old,” and “Bossy Boots.”  This wasn’t even the full version of Sweet Victory, just the minute long sample they used in the episode, including all the cartoon sound effects like Squilliam having a heart attack at the end.  I didn’t download the full song until years later; I didn’t know there were other verses)
White and Nerdy (my mom didn’t let me download the original Ridin Dirty)
Punk Rock 101 (Bowling for Soup)
1985 (Man, I just loved Bowling for Soup back then)
Linus and Lucy (my sister downloaded a bunch of Peanuts songs because she auditioned for Snoopy in “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown”)
Will Smith’s Men in Black rap (I had the movie on VHS, and I used to love watching the music video at the end of the credits)
Living La Vida Loca
Lovin, Touchin,Squeezin (my mom and used to listen to Journey’s Greatest Hits on CD in the car all the time, and this was my favorite)
Crazy Frog, We are the Champions (I am even less proud of this one)
The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Amish Paradise
Gangsta’s Paradise (I don’t think my mom knew I downloaded this one)
Say hey, I love you (I don’t remember downloading this one)
How Far is Heaven? (Los Lonely Boys)
Do You Like Waffles? (I am actively ashamed of this one.  This is peak early-2000s early-YouTube tween culture, and I cringe at the memories.  This was the funniest shit we’d ever heard back then)
It’s the End of the World as We Know it (To this day it’s my favorite REM song, and I first heard it in the movie “Tommy Boy,” which is objectively terrible, but it’s been a guilty pleasure of mine since I was a little kid.  My sister’s friends showed it to her, and she showed it to me; this is not a kid’s movie, I do not know why my parents thought it was okay to let us watch it so often)
The Galaxy Song by Monty Python (I didn’t even watch Monty Python growing up, I have no idea where this came from, I didn’t get into their movies until high school)
Ebay
I want it that way (TELL ME WHY!)
I don’t know what this says about me, but it sure says something.
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rqgnarok · 4 years ago
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moments in between - aaron hotchner
fandom: criminal minds
words: 2618
warnings: couple of smooches and mention of private times, spoilers for season 4 through 9 ish of criminal minds, that’s about it. female!reader
summary: being an fbi agent leaves little to no moments to enjoy someone else’s company. hotch and the reader make it work. BASED ON A CONVERSATION PRENTISS AND HOTCH HAVE IN 04X09.
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“(Y/N)?” 
“Yeah, I’m decent,” she smiles to herself when she takes her eyes off the tiny mirror in the locker assigned to her, watches her boyfriend lean against the door frame. 
It only takes one look at him for (Y/N) to know he’s stuck in that I’m-your-coworker-but-I-really-want-to-be-your-boyfriend-right-now state Hotch gets into sometimes when they’re at work but alone or hours deep into the night and still working the case.
He just stands there for a moment, admires her in silence but in the way that makes her feel appreciated from a distance, a look in his eyes which (Y/N)’s used being under the scrutiny of, makes her feel recognized and safe when there’s no possibility of physical contact. 
She’s done with her make up for the undercover stunt they’re about to pull and her hair is fixed in that careless yet neat way he really, really likes, the way it was the night he kissed her for the first time after a night out with the team and he’d insisted on driving her home.
Hotch remembers that night so clearly, if he closes his eyes can picture himself back in his car, the steering wheel under his hands and the street lamps being the only source of light that catches (Y/N)’s profile when he sneaks a look or two. 
By that point he’d lost all self-restraint and after months of fighting with himself about his feelings his head finally quieted the hell up the moment she reached for the lapel of his jacket and pulled him to her, kissing him with the car’s console in the middle of their bodies and his hands on her hair, keeping her close as if she’d have any intentions of letting him go.
That was almost a year after his divorce with Haley, and though he’d been hesitant on following up with a relationship in a time Hotch felt too soon since he’d signed those divorce papers, he’d been tired of being the one who always followed the rules and did things right only to end up alone. Either in an apartment away from his family or in his office, closer to the next morning than the previous night and working on reports until the words blurred in the pages and he was too tired to drive home at all.
Hotch was tired and he wanted (Y/N) so, so badly, he figured one night of self-indulgence was more than deserved after the year he’d had. Except one night turned into a weekend and one time turned into spending time together whenever they had the time off at the same time and it wasn’t his turn to take Jack for the week. Hotch and sir and bossman turned into Aaron, babe and handsome, and in return Hotch became familiar with the feeling of (Y/N), (Y/N/N), honey and sweetheart against his tongue.
The transition between using those nicknames and thinking of Haley to his mind blanching until nothing but (Y/N) remained was easier than Hotch had expected it to be. The guilt of thinking he’d somehow replaced his ex-wife was short lived, the first weeks into his and (Y/N)’s relationship realizing that he saw them as two different women who occupied two very different portions in his life.
It wouldn’t be until after Haley died, much, much after that they would come forward and share the existence of their relationship with HR, and along with them, Strauss. It would easier by then, and the right choice to make, considering that around the first time they’d gotten together Erin seemed to be out for blood, which included Hotch’s job as unit chief and following his every move to catch him in something that could might as well signify the end of his career, if presented to his superiors correctly.
By the time they’ll decide to disclose, Erin and Rossi themselves will be somewhat involved, and after her troubles with alcoholism she would’ve become a more understanding woman of other people’s flaws along with her own. She’ll have them both under scrutiny for a couple of months until she deems them professional enough to keep working in the same unit, and that would be that.
“10 minutes and I’m ready to go,” she assures him, still working the case but smile soft when directed at him. He leaves his spot against the frame of the door to close it behind him and lock it, just in case and, if needed, under the excuse that she’d needed the privacy to change into the clothes she’ll be wearing at the club. With him in the room, well. Here’s to hoping to one saw him come in.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He’s still frowning but it's more concern than the usual façade he hides behind when they’re working a case, and he’s slightly comforted by the fact that (Y/N)’s smile remains full on her face, sure and trusting.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she reassures. Now that the door’s closed and locked she’s stripping out of her clothes, nothing sensual about her movements but Hotch can’t help but to stare anyways. He wishes they weren’t having this conversation with his girlfriend in her underwear. Aaron Hotchner is a responsible man, but he is a man, nevertheless. “Sadly, I’ve actually dated people worse than Viper.”
“Thank God that’s over,” he manages to joke. (Y/N) laughs and he quits eyeing her figure just so he can watch her do so, enchanted by the way her features accentuate her laughter lines. He’s in deep, and just for a moment he pictures her getting ready for one of their dates instead of an undercover op he didn’t want to send her to in the first place.
It’s not that he’s jealous because he isn’t, at least not of Viper, but Hotch’s seen what undercover jobs do to agents like her: smart and capable and pretty, even though this is nothing like what Elle was forced to work on before she disappeared without a trace. He also knows that (Y/N)’s lived through worse circumstances herself out of the job, and this is more of a gathering intel kind of operation instead of something more dangerous, but, still. 
Hotch’s not comfortable with sending his team into situations they do not feel prepared for, whether he’s romantically involved with them or not. He’s gotta ask. He can’t send another person he cares about into the lion’s den knowing they might not be tough enough to come back.
“Is something going on with Jordan?” (Y/N) brings him back down to earth easily, making conversation as she gets into her dress and Hotch walks the couple of steps he’s missing to reach her and give her his arm to hold onto as she works herself into it. “You, um, you asked me to keep an eye on her. And frankly, if you didn’t think we’d notice the tension going of off her in waves then you really underestimate us as profilers.”
“I… caught her in a lie,” Aaron grimaces at the recollection of their first visit to the Holden family, how Jordan had no problem to manipulate her way into the mind of the victim’s sister and her inability to realize how what she had done had been wrong, way off in how Hotch leads this team. “She cut a corner to get us in with the Holden family.”
“Did she misrepresent the Bureau?” (Y/N)’s expression sours momentarily, and she squeezes Hotch’s arm she was holding onto in thanks when she finishes fitting into her dress.
“She misinterpreted herself.”
“So, how long is she gonna be in the doghouse?” (Y/N) asks, turning around so her back is facing Hotch, who allows himself a moment to look at the skin of her shoulders and lower back before he’s slowly zipping the dress up. One hand on her semi naked shoulder holding her still and the other one working its way up her back, fingers steady and certain.
“Until she proves she’s competent,” he sighs, feeling awfully like the father of a teenage girl out of control, which, isn’t really freaking fair cause he’s got almost ten years before he has to deal with this coming from Jack. (Y/N) hums, trying to come off as indifferent, but Aaron has made himself familiar with every movement and sound of hers, he knows better than to think she’s letting the topic go. An eyebrow raises, hands on her waist when she turns around to meet his eye. “What?”
“That’s gonna be tricky if you’re scrutinizing her every move,” she challenges, and Hotch half scoffs half chuckles as he reaches her to keep himself busy, making sure the dress fits right, putting some of her hair back in place even though he knows it’s gonna come back to its spot as soon as he lets go.
“You seem to do alright, sweetheart,” he can’t help it, the nickname familiar on his mouth and, really, he’d opened that door in the first place when he came into the room asking for her and using her first name instead of her last, has been watching her and touching her ever since he came in, expecting a reaction from her just like the one she’s giving him now. (Y/N)’s arms are around his neck, their chests touching, faces close, he can smell her favorite perfume on her and almost taste the sweetness of her lipstick in his own mouth.
“Yeah, well, I’m sleeping with you, hotshot,” she disses him easily, clutching him a little tighter when his hands go from her waist to her hips, big enough to hold her completely and in place, her heart fluttering against her ribcage with affection for this hunk of a man. He smirks, almost knowing of the effect Hotch has on her and soon enough it’ll soften into a soft, fond grin that she’ll get cavities from just looking at it. “I hope you aren’t planning on using the same methods on her as you did on me, cause if you do then we might just have some disagreement on our hands.”
“Methods?” Hotch has to laugh, albeit quickly before he reels himself in. They’re in a private room but just barely, he’s smart enough to lock the door but also to not get too comfortable, forcing himself to remember there’s a reason she’s so well dressed up and its not just for him to undress her slowly later in the privacy of his room. “You make it sound like it’s my fault we ended up in bed together while really you were too busy pursuing me to notice any kind of ‘methods’ I might’ve tried to use on you.”
“Oh, I pursued you?” (Y/N) asks, mouth open in faux shock and embarrassment as she takes one arm off his neck to hit him in the chest, fighting him off a little when he places his own hand on top of hers but gives up quickly enough, fingers toying with his shirt and resting on top of his heart. “You are out of your mind, Aaron Hotchner.”
“You did kiss me first,” he recalls, which, yeah, it’s true, but that doesn’t mean Aaron gets to use it against her. He looks awfully smug when she gives him a deadpan look. It takes years off his face like not many things do, and (Y/N). (Y/N) loves him always, she loves him dark and broody, and sharp and focused but this, this is her favorite. A goof and a tease (Y/N) would give everything so he’s this happy, all the time. “Don’t think I forgot, I didn’t take a single drop of alcohol that night.”
“It’s not like I was drunk, either, you ass,” she reprimands, and if she weren’t almost ready to go, looking perfectly composed, Hotch would kiss the pout off of her face with little to no finesse. “Some of us need some liquid courage to do what others wouldn’t do at all, so. If anything, you’ve got me to thank that your methods actually ended up working like you meant them to.”
“Thank you,” he acknowledges, dropping a kiss to the apple of her cheek and another one to her forehead, making sure he doesn’t get in the way of any of her make up. She grins at him, opens her eyes after she’d closed them to soak up his affections and keep the memory of his touch for when she’s out there in the field, flirting with some guy she can barely stand. “I’d kiss you myself right now if you weren’t meant to be on your way, no liquid courage needed.”
“I’ll hold you up on that when we’re back home,” she bites her lip, risking having to reapply her lipstick all over again but worth it when Hotch’s eyes drop from her own and set on her mouth, suddenly darker with something else she really, really likes. “And, I think in order for Jordan to prove she’s good at this job, it’s not gonna happen under a magnifying glass. You’re gonna have to give her the opportunity.”
“You have something in mind?”
Her lips turn up in that satisfied way (Y/N) gets when she’s drop dead sure about something, whether it’s a lead on a case or that she has him wrapped around her finger. Hotch can’t wait for this case to be over, for them to be on the plane back home making eyes at each other and itching for the relief that comes to him when they’re finally alone.
He watches her walk away, out of the room with a sway on her hips, heels accentuating her legs and one last flirty look thrown his way as she turns her head back before she leaves the room for good, softening into a fond curve of the lips and, God. He loves her so, so much, he’s gotta wipe this whipped look off his face before Dave calls him out on it, tries to figure out who’s it for.
He won’t, and neither will the team, for a while. They’re years away from finding out, it won’t be until Hotch ends up in the hospital after the scars from one of his many encounters against Foyet come back to haunt him, leaving him passed out in the middle of a debrief and (Y/N)’s forced to make the trip to work on the case anyways. She frets and worries and breaks the news to the team on the way back while Aaron confesses to Garcia in his hospital room after he wakes up, disoriented from the pain meds and asking where his girlfriend is.
They’ll tease and whistle at them whenever they’re together for the rest of their lives, because they’re children in disguise as full functioning profilers and Hotch and (Y/N) will take it shamelessly. He’ll press a kiss to her head and wrap an arm around her neck while they’re out drinking after a case and (Y/N) will take the hand on her shoulder, nestle closer and flip them off just cause it makes Hotch laugh.
Right now, Aaron shakes his head, smiles to himself and towards the ground, a last couple of moments of bliss before he straightens his posture, leaves the room and meets Rossi in the corner of the precinct that was given to them for the duration of the case.
A couple more hours, he hopes, before they get to go home and he would make true of the promise he’d made.
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special thanks to @writefasttalkevenfaster, @venusbarnes and @winterscaptain​ for providing so much hotch content that i felt the need to rewatch the show and write this in the matter of like,,, two hours. even if it’s a mess, oop, i always write a shit ton of description and feelings and shit and end up with big ass paragraphs that hurt my eyes. i SWEAR i’m working on that!!!!!
as always, i’d love to hear you guys’ opinions on this and i really hope you liked it, i’m working on a teen wolf work and a legends of tomorrow request next but i’m always open for suggestions or requests :)  
thank you so much for reading! stay home and stay safe,
- e.  
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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years ago
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MY GARBAGE QUEEN I LOVE YOU. okay but please have these thoughts: You and Ronnie going to walk around the local Christmas Light display at the park. You're being all cute together sipping hot chocolate, and who do you run into but that "mean but endearing" (according to Ronnie at least) Detective he had to work with on a case awhile back! Flip is cold and grumbling and fake smiling while he works the concessions for a department fundraiser. GO GO GO!
@millenialcatlady MY MUSE I AM SO PROUD OF YOU AND YOUR WRITING HONEY! I KNEW YOU’D KILL IT ON HERE WITH YOUR SHIT! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, BABE!🖤✨
Catching Flip in embarrassing little things like this MAKES MY DAY UGH! Coupled with Ronnie??? Are you trying to kill me here??? I CANNOT EVEN RN BUT HERE GOES NOTHING! 
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Soft snow was falling as your husband and you strolled down the Christmas bazaar that the city had to offer. Gazing and pointing out at the lights displays on the shops, and smelling the goodness that was the food trucks and coffee bars open late for the crowds to feed. 
Ronnie and you had been married for close to two years now, the move to Colorado Springs being one of the biggest changes in your lives thus far, along with the fact that your only missions when finally settling with his new job and yours, to start the Peterson family for Xmas. 
Apart from the copious amounts of sex, Ronnie worked longer hours, being drilled into by his new higher-ups as he took on heavier caseloads since becoming a rookie detective. 
He had mentioned the quarrels with his boss, the head of the department, to which you forgot the name almost instantly after he’d walked in the house, heated and so delectable in that uniform of his. The night of fucking had a bite to it as he fucked his frustrations into your open pussy, having you moan and wail on his cock like the whore you were for him. 
But now you all were taking a break from the ovulation calendars to enjoy what could possibly be the last Christmas with just the two of you. Hot chocolates in hand as you watched families crowd the skating rink in the square. Christmas music blasting through the city as the lights twinkled overhead. 
“You okay honey?” he cooed in your ear as you both took in the sights under a heat lamp, “your teeth are chattering,” he put his cup down to rub on your shoulders as you leaned into him. His unrelenting heat radiating through his down coat as you wrapped yourself around him. 
“I’m just perfect babe,” craning your head to meet his lips on yours, the pecks causing you to melt into him even more as the motions progressed. 
“I love you, Mrs. Peterson,” he cooed between kisses, rubbing his hands down the length of your waist, pulling you even more to him as he deeply ran his tongue into your mouth. 
“And I love you, Mr. Peterson,” whispering back as the fog covered his eyes in his glasses, “so much,” taking them to wipe them off for him before kissing his nose to place them back on his perfect face. 
“Let’s go get something to eat,” you pressed his chest, “I’m fucking starving and the smells are killing me!” giggling as he grabbed your gloved hand in his to lead you to the nearest stand. 
“I wonder what the hell this one is?” he craned his neck to see what they offered, seeing the crowd of people come out with a plethora of things that included coffee, hotdogs, cotton candy even. 
“It looks like it's popular babe,” you mused, salivating at the smell of the food as you got closer to the counter. 
You both looked closer at the offerings, without even noticing who was scrambling to man the register for the moment, “rookie?” a booming voice called out to your husband, causing him to shudder at the sound. 
“Oh fuck,” he muttered under his breath turning his frame to face his boss, Head Detective Flip Zimmerman, “h-hey there, bossman!” he chimed out, suddenly clamming up at the fact he was seeing him outside of the precinct. 
“Jesus I didn’t know you’d be in town I woulda made you do this shit,” he grumbled, rubbing his greased hands off on the apron he adorned, “well fuck what do y’all want,” pointing a finger his direction as Ronnie gulped down the bile forming in his throat. 
“I’m sorry,” you spoke out, “you work with Ronnie?” genuinely curious as to who the grouchy and very handsome, you admitted to yourself, stranger was pressing into your saint of a husband. 
“I’m his boss,” he grouched, extending a hand to you, “name’s Flip Zimmerman. Detective Flip Zimmerman, ma’am,” smirking as you took his calloused hand in your delicate grip. 
“I’m Ronnie’s wife, Y/N,” you gasped out, losing your thoughts in his amber eyes. The same ones that Ronnie had. You shook yourself out of your haze to finally grip with what you’d both come here to do in the first place. 
After a few minutes of work banter and an order or two, you had your chili fries in hand and Ronnie had his hotdog. Both of you elated at the sustenance as you sat out on a bench taking in the rest of the crowds. 
“So, that’s Flip,” you confirmed, twisting some cheese and chili on your fork, “the guy you fight with all the time?” directing your gaze to his as he worked down his weiner. 
“Mhmm,” he moaned, swallowing the contents before speaking, “he’s a mean son of a bitch,” coughing out as he wiped his face from the mustard mustache he’d given himself. 
“He’s mean,” he reiterated, stifling a burp from his chest, “but he cares,” nodding as he heard the words leave his throat, content with the message. 
“I see,” you nodded back in agreement, leaning yourself back into him as you contemplated his words, thinking about the grouch as he flipped burgers for the stand he was at. 
“I need to formally meet him,” deciding as you finished your last fry, “like not in this setting to get a feel for him better,” looking up to your husband as he kept looking at the skaters and the snow falling. 
“That can be arranged honey,” rubbing your shoulder as you laid your head in the crook of his neck, “that can be arranged,” feeling yourself relax as you both took in the sights and sounds of the days before Christmas in Colorado. 
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SHORT BUT SWEET AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH! MERRY CHRYSLER Y’ALL! 🖤
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ckret2 · 5 years ago
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pen is a bottom
*pulls open a filing cabinet full of Opinions* All right buddy let’s go. You didn’t expect an essay but it’s a Friday night and I’ve got time.
FIRST off, fandom has a tendency to conflate several separate concepts when it describes characters as tops/bottoms, and I take issue with that, so I’m gonna de-tangle them before we go any farther. So:
Do you mean “pen is a bottom” as in “pen prefers positions where he’s penetrated rather than the penetrator”? Or do you mean “pen is a bottom” as in “pen is the partner more likely to be passive, submissive, easily bossed around by his partner in bed”?
If you mean “prefers to be penetrated rather than the penetrator,” maybe he does, I don’t know. Enjoying it up the butt isn’t a personality trait. Could go either way.
But, if you’re a member of the party that headcanons he’s got snake junk (which is a popular party from what few headcanons I’ve seen about his equipment so far, because it means he gets double dongs!), then he probably doesn’t enjoy it up the butt. Snake junk would means he’s got a full-on cloaca, yeah? And thanks to research done In A Prior Fandom, I happen to know that, like… creatures with cloacas just aren’t set up as conveniently for butt stuff as humans. The hole that his partner would be trying to go into is the hole that his dongs are going to be coming out of, and that’s just not very convenient.
(“Hey so what was the prior fandom where you did this research?” It was Godzilla fandom. No, I will not be taking further questions. I’m amused at the thought of you imagining the worst possibilities.)
Or do you mean “pen is a bottom” as in “more passive/submissive in bed?”
Because if that’s what you mean, I disagree!
Here’s what we know about Sir Pentious: he wants to take over hell. Wanting to take over hell is his defining character trait. He wants to be in charge of people. He wants to be extremely in charge of all the people.
He’s also got a small army of minions who call him Mr. Bossman and worship the ground he walks on; he likes casually crushing them when he’s in a good mood, and he swats at them when they get fresh with him. When people come along that threaten his local supremacy as the Most Dangerous Thing In The Area, he’s immediately annoyed at them, gets in a fight with them, and treats them like inferiors the whole time.
He wants power, he likes having power, and he dislikes and will fight anyone who threaten his power.
Nothing about that strikes me as submissive, passive, or happy about following someone else’s lead. That strikes me as someone who likes having control and calling the shots. I’m gonna assume he’s the same way in his relationships.
Here’s the only trait he has that DOES align with what I’ve seen of fandom’s tendency to label characters as bottoms: when he fights battles, he loses.
In prior fandoms, I’ve seen an unnerving tendency to conflate “this character tries really hard to win fights all the time but always loses them” with “this character always takes the passive/submissive role in bed,” which, when that becomes a pattern, gives off vaguely uncomfortable vibes of “characters are only in the passive/submissive position when they don’t want to be but they aren’t physically strong enough to fight their way out of that position.”
(“Hey, you say you’ve seen this ‘in prior fandoms,’ what’s an example? Like what’s the latest fandom you’ve seen this in?” I’ve seen it in Godzilla fandom. … Wild stuff goes down in Godzilla fandom.)
Personally? I tend to think that a character who really really wants to win fights that would give him extra power/dominance over other characters is going to be the kind of character that, you know, would enjoy extra power/dominance over other characters, including in bed. I tend to think this is true even if they’re not successful at winning those fights they really really want to win.
And if a character would enjoy power/dominance… then I’m probably not going to headcanon that character as passive/submissive in bed. Because what tends to happen then is it’s treated one of two ways:
- either “they get pushed into passive/submissive roles in bed even if they don’t want that because they aren’t physically strong enough to assert themselves and get what they really want, so they’ll do that role but be angry/resentful about it the whole time,”
- or “the fact that they always lose is a more important part of their personality than the fact that they don’t want to lose and so writers are going re-characterize them like their overall personality is passive/submissive.”
And ya know what? I’m not a fan of either one of those. Not into it at all.
Now, a caveat: I understand that someone’s real world preferences and their bedroom preferences don’t always “line up” in expected ways. There are high-powered politicians and CEOs who call the shots all day and then enjoy getting tied up and blindfolded and made to lick someone’s boots, yeah, sure. That’s a thing that happens.
But. In fandom, specifically because of the tendency to conflate “wants a lot of power (but can’t win a fight)” with “passive/submissive in bed,” I have a tendency to buck against that, even knowing that it’s a thing that happens IRL, because I’ve seen a lot of cases where a character’s personality gets warped/distorted from canon “arrogant and power-hungry” to fanon “weak and ineffective” really quickly.
Plus, I can see “powerful person who calls the shots all day likes having power taken away from them in the bedroom for fun” very easily, but “person who WANTS to be powerful but is repeatedly thwarted also enjoys having power taken away from him in the bedroom” is hard to sell. I’m more inclined to think that a power-hungry loser would be MORE likely to want an extra dose of power in the bedroom to make up for what they don’t have in real life.
So: Sir Pentious is a top. That’s “top” as in “the more dominant partner,” all actual sexual positions left out of the conversation. He’s willing and content to range anywhere from “both partners have equal power” to “he has full and complete power over his partner and everything they’re going to do,” but he gets bristly and aggressive if a partner tries to tip the power balance out of Sir Pent’s favor.
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internetremix · 5 years ago
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In IR lore, what are the personalities of your personas? Basic likes and dislikes?
Kristen: Goggles is An Child and behaves as such. She's very cheerful, very curious, a bit mischievous and also 100% obsessed with making fanwork of her internet family... like a goddamn weirdo. She'll usually be hanging out with everyone, spot some sort of inspiration, squeak with joy and then rush off to write or draw. She's also the defacto leader of the Smol Squad, which is composed of herself, Shyner, Jojo and Chi-chi, and she's usually the one squeaking out ridiculous plans in muppet for dumb shit like stealing cookies and trying to trap people in fanfiction scenarios. She likes to help and can often be found doing such things as assisting Xander in his many schemes or just popping up to provide shit like charts or hold things for other people- basically whenever it would be funny to have some goddamn muppet backing something up.
She loves plush toys, particularly Crockernanner, and also loves sugar, star decorations, and cuddles. She likes being picked up and loves attention, and she's pretty consistently attached to at least one person, often her big brother Split if she's not with the Smol Squad. She is in eternal war with Phill since he bullies her constantly, and will occasionally try to set up elaborate traps for revenge only to fail miserably. Also she's a huge weeb. She does not like to sleep and will often go days without it before being dragged off by some bigger person to take a goddamn nap you ridiculous child.  She is also very afraid of thunderstorms, she doesn't like loud noises or the dark.
She also has... various flaws and problems. But those are spoilers and I have no idea when/if we’ll be doing story stuff with IRsonas so I don’t want to give too much away with that.
Sorry this is very long, I think about my child a lot.
Jojo: JoJo is also a very happy child... like, stupid happy all the time. Like, they don't really have a concept of being angry. they're either manic happy or a bit sad. They love to find any way to make anybody smile or laugh, whether it be a somber happy, or a crying fit of laughter. They thrive off of happiness. They're a bit mischievous as well, and will try to play pranks and swipe things to chew on. They'll just appear in random places you'd never expect. like, in the pantry, the vent, or in your drawer. They chew things all the time to keep their dragon teeth sharp! They do tend to come off as obnoxious and kind of useless sometimes? But that's ok.
They love happiness, rocks, swimming, sandwiches, Vanilla coke, coffee, pianos, stars, ghost stuff(horror genre), and laughter. JoJo is pretty similar to Goggles now that I think about it x_xJoJo is best friends with Phill, and will always be on him in some way. Like his leg, back, holding onto his scarf by their teeth, etc. They're also very close with Goggles and Shyner, and Scott (even though Shyner tries to chase JoJo off with knives, JoJo will take it as a game of tag or something)JoJo doesn't like being yelled at or being told to go away. They get spooked easily by loud noises. They always get paranoid when they think someone is mad at them and will go to ungodly lengths to make them not mad or slightly annoyed with them, which sometimes makes people more annoyed with them than they were before.
JoJo is just an exaggerated version of me XD
Atwas: Atwas is fairly easy going. They make light of things often, and often hide serious sentiments behind jokes. They’re the type to roll with goofy and silly situations, and are very “yes and” type that enjoys escalating things in the name of light-hearted fun. They enjoy playing pranks, especially ones that take advantage of their hologrammatic nature (being able to enter and ‘possess’ electronics is something that they take advantage of often). Being technically in the cloud and a part of the internet at all times, they will often chime in with fun (often unrelated or humorous) metrics about situations and people as they occur—and often forgets that having a HUD isn’t something everyone has access to.
Being ‘technically’ invulnerable, atwas isn’t phased by the more dangerous things that go on in the IR tower, but usually prefers being a spectator or commentator as opposed to being an active participant in general shenaniganry. They don’t have any particular animosity towards anyone, and will occasionally help manage technical parts and functions of the tower.
They enjoy things like tech, cold weather, tea, fun statistics, darkness; and aesthetics like Film Noir and Retrowave.
They dislike things like excessively hot weather, being interrupted, getting too personal, having to put in a lot of “effort”, and being out of the loop.
Shyner: Shyner can easily be summed up to a tsundere in denial, and is the definition of an agent of chaos. If something goes wrong, she’s the one pouring a trail of kerosene to let the fire spread. She's loud, impulsive, and really doesn't give two shits. While quirky and charismatic, she’s also sarcastic and witty, reveling in the amusement of making fun of others. She’s often stubborn and impatient, thinking highly of her own beliefs and angered by those who dare to challenge her ideals. She also lacks a filter, and enjoys garnishing her words with colorful profanities. Filled with gripes of past trauma, she’s engaged in a constant internal war of turmoil and grief. She’s incredibly cautious and closed off around those she doesn’t trust, and can be very selfish.  Despite this, she’s loyal to the few people she cares about, going out of her way to put them first if a dire situation were to arise. She’s also very sneaky and mischievous, often finding amusement in spying on others. Her MBTI is INTP-T.
Her hobbies include stargazing, ghost hunting, spying, and Satanic worship. She enjoys melancholy vibes, horror movies, animals, thunderstorms, and has an unhealthy obsession with sweets. Yes, this child will stab you without hesitancy if you take her cookies. She dislikes seafood, big crowds, kiddie leashes, and is afraid of experiencing intense emotion she doesn’t understand.I love my satanic smol bean very much. If I may be so bold as to dive into the nitty-gritty psychology, Shyner possesses many flaws, a lot of which I personally struggled with growing up. She is a reflection of my past self, some gripes with my current self, and the perception of how I could have turned out if I hadn’t met my family at IR. Hiding behind the exterior of being a merciless bully, she still has an intense internal desire to be a good person, but gets frustrated and often derails herself in the process of fighting her desire to act on impulse. She keeps most relationships with people at arm's length, fearing that if someone were to think highly of her, it would only be a matter of time before they’re disappointed. If we were to go full-fledged story mode, she would most definitely have an intense character redemption arc, making the revelation that being shitty to those who care about her isn’t the way to run from her problems and hide away from her own sense of self-insecurity/hatred.
Phill: Phill likes mischief, bad jokes, sexual undertones, Jojo, sexual overtones, bullying Kristen, and the colour pink. That's it xD
Jojo: :D yay
Alex: Alex don't give a shit but is for whatever reason the bossman and is also as powerful as silver age Superman, just don't try actual murder of the crew and he won't yeet you into the sun
Moon: 2019 Moon is an idiot. If we didn't know any better, we would assume he was born from nothing but an old head of lettuce in Satan's refrigerator. Think like Scott from Monster Prom, but different. He knows his right from his left, but the compass is still just "NESW" to him. Impulsive, lovable, and kinda loud, this muscley dumbass will do practically anything you tell him to if he finds it enjoyable. When paired with a few people, he works well as a second to many dynamic duos. Brodingles and Moon/Split and Moon are two really good ones, dangerous shenanigans ensue. Can and will rap like a beast, any challenge to a freestyle will result in a career ending and a death being sentenced. Extroverted people pleaser, definitely shooting high to perform and when adapting to a character, goes a little too hard. This man played Gander in Charlottes Web and didn't stop making goose sounds for months. Did I mention he's also a disney princess? Singing, animals, mortal enemy falling to their death? Everything
Dawn: ToonWolf/Dawn's personality falls within the confines of recklessly adventurous who doesn't think things through entirely. They like to try and rope others into going on various hikes, treasure hunts, mythic/cryptid searches, etc. Unapologetic sailor mouth. They will fight for friends and family. Various animals, trinkets, treasures, and cool but useless garbage are brought back to the tower often (oops theres a liiiiiiitle bit of hoarding). Sometimes those animals consist of dogs, cats, lizards, bears, wolves, The Great Noble One, horses, lions, elk, you get the idea (Can I keep them?Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseeeeee??????????).
Overall they are most comfortable and relaxed in/around water and likes a whole lotta things including sailing, swimming, adventure, stargazing, animals, mythology/legends, friends, family, and drawing.
They dislike waking up early, limitations, being talked down to, boredom, desert/hot/humid/dry weather, coffee, and the movie "Cube"
Tex: Tex is an avid cryptid detective + has a surprisingly good intuition when creating conspiracy theories about them to follow. Mm lots of memes and disguises. Smart, but usually just off on their own thinking about other stuff.Totally has a wall in their room dedicated to figuring all the cryptids out with like, red string and everything.
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ofchasse · 6 years ago
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Jailbreak // Chatzy Log
Them rescuing supernaturals, including Shilo and James. Too lazy to properly edit.
Erica
Erica just considered themselves lucky that none of the guards likely had supernatural senses -- that they were all human -- or else the small group of them gathered in the woods close enough to see the spotlights would've meant the end of the line very quickly. She's looking to Stiles' brother -- Stuart ( she still wasn't used to seeing Stiles' features on a much more stoic face ) -- who was hovering over a small tablet in his hand, the glow of it illuminating his features. "What's the plan, bossman?" she's asking him in a whisper with the hint of a smirk -- Stuart looking to her with a fleeting look of what seemed to be confusion and bemusement before back to his tablet, "What? You're the one with the brain full of computer shit -- your ballgame, right?"
She's looking to the doorway, flickering her gaze over it before back to the others where Marco was lingering in the back -- closest to Blake -- with his eyes seemingly glued without moving to the building.
Stuart
Stuart huffs out a low breath at the blonde, a finger sliding over the screen, "Sinon sent me blueprints of the complex," he's murmuring, "We can't just rush in there without a clue of where we are going. We're getting all of them out, if we can help it, and it won't do anyone any good to just start mass chaos. We need a plan of action -- I'm looking for the control room; Allison and I --" he looks to the huntress before back to his tablet, "Will go there. Shut down the alarms, and spring the cells. Blake and Marco will find Marco's sister -- on record, she seems to be the only banshee in this facility; and -- according to Lydia and Tabitha -- she's more likely than not going to be out of it --" Which was a nicer way to say half catatonic. With the collar preventing her from screaming, the voices likely caused her to shut herself out in defense. "So Marco and Blake will carry her out if needed; and look for .. James, right?" he looks to Blake then before back down to the tablet, flipping through names, "Shifters are on another hallway -- Shilo seems to be on the laboratory hallway, which has less security --" Stuart knew this by experience, but he seemed to be outwardly coping well with the reminders.
"And then Erica will play sheepdog ; the supernaturals in that building, once out, will be confused and panicked. They need guidance to get out of the building and to Satomi and her group."
Allison
If she hadn't already been in 'ready to go' mode, then Allison would have laughed at the way that Stuart seemed both annoyed and perplexed with being put in charge. Erica was right, though - he was the one with the plan that they needed to get in there and get out safely. Hopefully. She's focused on the door and the area around them, gun held in her hand like a vice that she couldn't give up. She'd considered her bow for the silence it provided, but an arrow wouldn't win in a gun-fight.
When he speaks about the building, she looks to him, eyes tracing his features for signs of distress. It hadn't been that long ago that they'd been breaking him out of here - not even long enough for both of their wounds to fully heal. He seems okay for now, but Allison feared that he might break down at some point.
Blake
It's good for Blake that they decided to stick her and Marco on Shilo duty together - she wasn't sure that she could get in there and out alive if she didn't have someone to keep her feet under her. If she wasn't able to find James - or worse, found him in less than the state she wanted to find him in - she wasn't sure she could recover from that. But it wasn't just James that she was there for. She had others to take care of, and it included Marco and Shilo. They both needed to be safe before she could lose it, if they didn't find James.
Her posture shifted, stiffened, as Stuart spoke. She nodded just slightly when he looked to her, confirming that he had James' name right. Stress seemed to radiate from her body, heart already racing despite the fact that they hadn't quite gone into the eye of the storm yet.
Marco: Marco felt strangely on the outside of it all ; he was here for Shilo, it was merely just luck that there happened to be so many supernaturals inside. Yes, of course he wanted to help them all get free -- he felt selfish in the matter, however, that his first priority was Shilo. And then everyone else. Albeit, he kept that to himself. Outwardly, he was sure the ones with heightened senses could smell his anxiety ; his fear. Marco had only shifted once, and it was when he had had his collar removed by Lydia ; Satomi and Deaton in the room for safety, and the older Alpha had had to calm the man down -- bring him down from his shift. He didn't quite yet know what he was capable of, and the senses outside of the enclosed underground was nearly overwhelming -- darkened gaze on the main doors where one man stood armed. I think that I know him -- he mused bitterly to himself, before he was saying as much aloud, "I know .. the man. The one who is standing guard,"  he's whispering under his breath, Erica and Stuart's focus now on him, "I had served with him overseas. He was in my troop, for a time --..." Marco is frowning and Stuart is lowering his tablet just a little.
The alpha shakes his head, "I will take care of him - one way or another. I will go up - alone - and talk to him. See if I can get him to stand down. And if I cannot...-" He trailed off and gave a meek shrug of one shoulder. "He will not stand in the way of all of the innocent supernaturals inside. When he is down, we need in quickly."
Erica
Part of her - as her gaze catches the weapon in Allison's hand - wanted to comment on it. Wanted to comment on the lines that used to be drawn between them and the chasm that had been built between werewolf and huntress while they were in high school. However, Erica was not the teenager she had been when her live had been robbed of her. What she went through with the Dread Doctors, and her life she lead in Nevada with The Phoenix Tail rebellion, Erica had changed. Allison was not her enemy, and she knew this, and she would not cling to petty grudges that were more than half a decade old. So, she purses her lips and cuts her gaze away from Allison to Marco as he speaks before looking to the man in question ; eyes illuminating a soft gold color before it flushed itself out.
"Which way am I going, geek monkey?" she asks Stuart, eyes still on the man as if she was making sure they were not heard.
Stuart
Stuart watches Marco for a long moment ; it wasn't that he did not trust the alpha -- he did, everything matched up -- it was that human emotions were messy, and Marco looked troubled. Albeit, family bond -- blood or not -- was a powerful thing, sometimes more powerful even than the supernatural, so he let it go; deciding to trust that Marco would do what he needed to do when faced with someone who stood in the way of his sister. His lips noticeably thin in the light of his tablet before he's looking down at it ; he seems to be, for the moment, avoiding Allison's gaze as Allison was likely the only one who knew how effected he might be -- and, in that moment, he truly just needed to focus.
"Second floor, Erica, is where the shifters are kept. Lead them out the back entrance once Allison and I spring them, then double back to the third floor -- there are a few vampires and two witches there." The blonde merely nods in response.
"Marco and Blake - the lab is on the first floor, two rights in the hallway. James is on the floor with the shifters, right above your head -- " he taps a small radio at his hip before gesturing to one Erica held, "Erica, if you see James, contact Marco and Blake and try and send him downstairs to them. We all have to go under the assumption that all of these supernatural are handicap. But, even without their abilities, they greatly out number the guards and scientists inside as long as they are out of their cells -- if a fight does break out."
Allison
Allison wasn't entirely certain how she felt about Marco yet - the alpha was so new to his abilities that she wasn't sure she would trust him to go in but they hadn't much other choice. It was because of him looking for his sister that they'd found all the other supernaturals in there - that they had a chance of getting them out and to safety. Still -that didn't mean that she trusted him to keep his cool. Though she wanted to speak up when he said he would take care of the one at the door, she remained silent. He had been in the military, maybe he had it in him.
She continues to remain silent as Stuart avoids her gaze, listening as he doles out instructions in a way that proved that he was the right one to look to for direction in this. Anxious to get going, Allison checks her gun one last time before her gaze is back on Stuart - waiting.
Blake
Blake almost wanted to protest when Marco spoke - but not for the same reason that anyone else might. She wasn't sure she could watch him kill someone, having to see that last bit of her childhood spill blood in a true confirmation of how damaged her life had become. Ultimately, it wasn't her place to speak against his wishes, and she remained begrudgingly silent, eyes moving to him as though to confirm whether or not he truly was okay with what he was offering to do. He'd not just be killing anyone in his way, he'd be killing a friend - because she was not naive enough to believe that the man would stand aside for them.
Stuart pulled her gaze from Marco, gaze going to him and then to Erica. "Tall, blonde. Basically the male version of me." She told Erica, to confirm that the other knew what she was looking for - but it wouldn't have to be hard. Werefoxes were few and far between, and they smelled different to wolves. It killed her that she couldn't go look for him herself, but she knew that Marco needed her help.
Marco
Marco falls quiet for the moment -- to let the others weigh in on what he said -- but when no one seemed to outwardly depute him, he made the decision that he would do what needed to be done -- regardless of the fact that this man ( Richard Falls, Staff Sergeant ) had been his friend at the time. He lets everyone else finish up speaking, handing his own radio to Blake for the moment -- as each group had just one -- before standing to his feet once everything was settled.
He knew that there were enough shifters -- Erica and Blake -- with them for them to eavesdrop just in case something did happen. In case he did lose control ; or in case Richard was not the only one up there. Erica seems to be giving him a cautious glance as he was taking the long way ( notably to Stuart, which meant he seemed to be trying to not give away their position ) before approaching the man -- palms up to show he was unarmed. ( Not that it truly mattered, with what he was, but Richard likely didn't know this yet. )
Erica
Erica laughs slightly -- but, unlike in her teenage days, it didn't seem to be thick with malice; hands grasping at her hair to tie it up on the top of her head to get it out of the way. "I can smell your scent stronger than anyone else's here, honey. I'll find James -- trust me." Despite her words, the chimera does seem to give Blake what she hopes to be a reassuring smile. "We will get Shilo. And James. And everyone else out of there safely."
She then falls quiet when Marco stands -- eyes following him carefully; molten gold once more overtaking her features as she creeped a little closer, but still outside of the man's range of sight; clearly now focusing all of her senses on Marco and the man.
Stuart: Stuart waited to make sure that everyone was on the same page before he was watching the alpha stand and make his way to the door -- tucking the tablet safely away; which he would also later use to try and rip whatever data he could out of the control room inside. He took is standing straighter, adjusting his radio and keeping himself a few paces behind the blonde ; eyes on the door and the alpha as he feels a warm heat of his magic drumming under the surface of his skin.
Guard: Everyday was usually the same - quiet and long. But today was different. The second he heard the other approaching, Richard was on alert - eyes finding someone that belonged much too far in his past rather than in front of him with his palms upturned. "Russo?" He questioned, gripping his gun because you could never trust anyone in this world - not anymore. Not when his very neighbour had killed his wife and kids.
Marco: Marco stopped a good few feet away from him -- and, for the moment, he kept himself completely human. He didn't want to push him if he didn't have to. He slowly lowers his hands, even with the barrel of the gun still on him. "Falls -" he breaths, ducking his head in acknowledgement before taking just a single step closer. "You know why I'm here -- don't you? You know she's in there."
Guard: "Yeah, I know." His expression is hard, unwelcoming to Marco. "I can't let you go get her." She was a danger to the world - maybe he was too.
Marco: Marco huffs out an uneasy, sadden laugh as he shakes his head, "I am not asking permission, Richard," he starts slowly with a small roll of his shoulders. "Don't make this difficult."
Marco: * saddened
Guard: "You're one of them too, aren't you?" Richard asks, finger going to the trigger of his gun as he took a step back - back hitting the door as he did so. "Don't make me shoot you Russo - I don't want to but I will."
Marco: His eyes flicker down for a moment to Richard's trigger finger before flickering back to his features ; merely taking a few more slow steps closer to him. "And I don't want to hurt you - but I will," he told him instead of answering the question. "If you stand between me and my sister, then I will."
Guard: "Russo - I mean it. Stand down - you're sister isn't getting out of here. Even if you get past me there are a hundred more guards in there!"
Marco: He let out a humorless chuckle, his eyes dropping down for a moment as his jaw tightened. "- I was injured, you know. Paralyzed. And because of that, the government cast me aside, despite everything that I did for them ; despite them being the reason I was like that in the first place. And when I was attacked -- they just collared me like they would anybody else. They never even gave me the chance to process what happened to me; or even let me heal. I was still barely walking by the time that I was collared." He raises his eyes back up to Richard at this point, chocolate hues simmering a bright crimson before fading for the moment. "I will get my sister, one way or another -- don't make this difficult. You were my friend -- you going to let some bullshit they have shoved down your throat change that?"
Guard: Richard clenched his jaw - he had known what had happened to Marco. They had talked about him when his sister showed up, had laughed at him. He hadn't heard that he'd been bitten, but it was obvious now that he had. If his walking weren't clue enough, his devil's eyes were confirmation. "I'm sorry, Russo - I can't let you." He spoke, before taking aim and pulling the trigger - someone would hear the shot.
Marco: When the shot rang out, there was a small cry of pain from the man -- taking a stumbling step back as a hand went to his shoulder where it had ripped through the bone. The cry of pain almost had a lupine-like growl to it as his eyes flashed once more; grunting before he was looking up at the other man. He shakes his head again, this time his eyes not fading, "You should not have missed," he breathed, voice soft before his hand came away from his shoulder -- already covered with his own blood -- and was grabbing at the wrist that held the gun; shoving him back with the grip and up against the wall, twisting his arm back and behind him as he used his knee to shove him into the wall from his back -- hoping to cause him to drop the gun.
Guard: The shot missing its mark was likely one of the most horrific moments of Richards life - but then again, it wasn't near as horrific as losing his family had been. And with that, he tried to get off another shot before the man that had once been his friend was grabbing him and twisting his arm. "You'll die in there, Russo. They'll kill you like the dog you are." He hissed at the man, as the pain in his arm made him release the gun with a clatter as it dropped to the ground.
Marco: His claws had dropped, and despite how much easier it would be to incapacitate Richard if he used them, he was still merely using his strength to hold the man up against the wall; even if his anger made him shake and his vision run red -- blood beginning to run down his arm and stain his shirt. "I would not worry about my fate too much, Richard -- I will give you one last chance. I can let go, and you can run. Or I will get past you to get my sister. Will you let me past? Do not lie to me."
Guard: Richard's expression steeled as the other spoke, "No." He answered, "If you have to kill me then do it - I'd rather not live in this world anyways." He growled. Never would he let any of them escape willingly.
Marco: Marco swallows thickly for a moment ; closing his eyes as he fell quiet. He listened ; listened to Richard's heartbeat, before pushing past it and listening to the heartbeats of every single person inside of the facility -- meshed with the heartbeats of his team. Somewhere in there, one of those heartbeats was his sister's. He lets out a quiet growl, the hand of his injured arm coming up to press against his throat - to dig claws into the skin, " -- they have fed you lies that we are monsters; and I do not believe that I can change your mind. I didn't want to do this, Richard. I hope you understand that - that I can't let your life stand in the way of Shilo's, and every other innocent supernatural creature inside." He hesitates another beat before a slow, weak heartbeat stood out from all the others -- one that pushed and pulled at him before he was ripping across Richard's throat in one, quick swipe and stepping away to let him fall.
Erica
Erica watched with caution from the sidelines -- listening carefully as her eyes continued to be a soft, gold beacon in the night, fingers curled around the bark of the tree as if she was anchoring herself down and readying herself. But, as she watched the exchange, a shot was fired -- she went to move, but Stuart grabbed her by the wrist ( "Wait, look -- give him time," Stuart was whispering. ) before she watched him shove the man against the wall, talk to him for a moment longer before the man fell.
Erica could smell guilt and sadness from the man who hovered over the body -- but, what was important in the moment was that she smelled emotion. The lack thereof would mean he was losing control, but he just felt ... sad. "He's good," Erica started, "Quick, he said, we need to move."
Stuart: Stuart was nodding in agreement with Erica when she spoke, "She's right -- people inside, the wrong people, would've already heard gunfire; we need to get moving quickly." He's finally looking to Allison, giving her a small nod before he was beginning to move out of the tree line, making sure his radio was on -- but low enough to not be heard outside of his own ears -- and trusting that everyone else would follow as he approached where Marco stood ; the alpha soon shaking himself out of his stupor and following Stuart and Erica in -- hanging back only slightly to wait for Blake.
Allison: Allison met eyes with Stuart before she was moving just slightly behind him, gun at the ready. She gazed at the alpha as she moved closer, studying the way he seemed to shake himself out of whatever head space he was in. Her eyes turn towards the door, knowing there is nothing she can do to comfort him or the obviously distressed werefox behind her. She keeps herself focused on what she can control - and at the moment that is keeping Stuart safe.
Blake
Blake could barely watch the interaction, eyes tearing away from the scene only to be drawn back like a horror movie. Allison had to grab her forearm when the gun shot echoed in her head, rattling around like a bad movie soundtrack. She gripped at the bark of the nearest tree until its rough surface cut into her palm and the man that Marco had known fell to the ground dead. It takes all she has not to run to Marco, to make sure that he is okay.
Instead she takes a deep breath and wipes at her eyes, looking away from the group now approaching him for the merest moment. It would likely not be the only person Marco had to kill that night, but it doesn't stop the way Blake feels terror rush beneath her skin for him. She steels herself and finally follows behind them, at a slight jog to catch up. When she reaches them, she has to suck in a breath to steady herself before she looks to Marco - confirming that the wound is already healing, eyes brimming with concern that she swallows down in preparation for whatever they're about to face.
Marco: As he hung back to wait for Blake, his attention did pull to the still pulsing injury on his shoulder ; shoving his ruined sleeve up to look at it -- he didn't have time to be in awe of how quickly he was healing ; how the wound was almost closing before his eyes, and all that would be left of it in a few moments would just the blood -- it was his hand skittering across it gently that made him realize his claws were still out ; stained with his own blood, and Richard's. He's inhaling sharply and jerking his hand away as if he had been burned, forcing the claws back in in time to look up to see Blake. He sighs -- looking to Stuart for a brief moment, nodding to him before gesturing down the hallway that Stuart had instructed them to go down.
Stuart
He paused to make sure that everyone was in, keeping one hand free at all times in case he needed to fight before they got into the control room -- taking stock of the small team before looking to Allison, watching as Erica gave him a small look before heading for the stairs -- watching her glowing eyes before she disappeared out of sight.
He grasps at Allison's wrist, squeezing gently, "Left, and then a right --" he whispers the directions to her, in case they were somehow split up in the small distance between here and there.
Allison: Allison looks to Stuart and gives him a small smile, "I'm right on you," She told him gently, as though to say that she wasn't going anywhere. She had no intention of being split up from him - they were doing this together and making it out safely this time. Without any extra bullet wounds.
Blake: Blake catches a breath before she is pulling her gun from its holster and checking it over. She may have claws, but a gun is going to help much more when she's across the hall from her opposition. She watches Erica go with a quiet frown, looking to Marco now for his lead.
Marco
Marco inhales a shaky breath, looking back to Blake for just a moment before glancing down the hallway. His senses were still vastly unfamiliar to him, and it took a moment to try and narrow in on what he wanted. No -- needed, not wanted. Because what he wanted was to try and hone in on Shilo's heartbeat. But what he needed was to make sure that there was no danger between them and her. Listening down the hall for out of place heartbeats.
"--- I think we are clear for now," he whispers, voice scarcely audible as he knew her ears would pick it up before beginning to follow Stuart's directions down the hallway, eyes glowing a soft red as he did.
Stuart: He merely gives a mute nod to Allison when she confirms that she's right behind him, feeling the red hot heat of his magic on standby as he kept himself as close to the wall as possible. While he could do a lot, they didn't have the advantage of superhuman senses like the rest of the team. He took the directions that he had given Allison, making sure she was still on him, before coming to a door ; quietly trying it before gesturing to her to watch his back - he needed to pop the lock.
Allison: Allison followed behind Stuart, her training kicking in like it had only been hours since her last training session. She didn't have superhuman hearing, but she knew what to listen for - footsteps and casual chatter. When Stuart nodded to her, Allison stands close by and keeps her gaze scanning the area around them, occasionally glancing to the door. It was likely that there was someone inside that room, but they wouldnt know until they got the door open. "Careful," She warned him softly.
Blake: Blake follows silently down the hall, her gun at the ready as she keeps an eye on their backs, letting the others cover in front of them. She stays close to Marco, not staying more than a couple of feet behind him in case he picked up Shilo's presence. All the while she was listening for James to no avail.
Marco
He's quiet all the while, listening to whatever signs that he could pick up -- albeit, after a while, he picks up the same, slow heart beat as before; and his breathing stutters as he stops in the hallway ; red hues fluttering shut as he slowed his breathing to try and find the direction that the heart beat was coming from. It was her--, it had to be. He was still for a very long moment -- scarcely not even aware that what he was listening to was a pack draw -- before he was opening his eyes again, "Two doors on the left," he whispers, gesturing forward before going for the door ; feeling the resistance of the lock.
"I'm going to break the lock," he then tells her, already beginning to put a little more force behind the doorknob as he hears metal begin to groan.
Stuart: He merely nods mutely at Allison -- knowing that the control room was likely not unmanned. He wraps his hand more firmly around the metal of the doorknob, a flash of purple in his eyes before he was closing them ; focusing on the lock. " -- whoever is in there is going to hear it," he breaths, "We need to be ready as soon as it opens." Seconds after he spoke, the lock is clicking open and he's opening the door quickly, eyes still flared up purple as he steps to the side to give Allison room ; at her back to defend her if he needed to.
Allison: Allison is moving into the door slowly as soon as Stuart moves aside, and she spots her a second too late - a flash of dark hair in the corner of her peripheral vision that jumps at her. She's pushed to the side as she's tackled, gun clattering to the floor as it's shoved out of her hand. Allison struggles, tumbling to the floor with the woman, ignoring the pain that flares up in her shoulder.
Blake: Blake nearly runs into Marco as he stops suddenly, turning around to face him as he seems to be trying to find Shilo. She knew that connection like the back of her hand - she'd had the same thing with James since the day she was born. It had nearly killed her the day he'd gone missing. She nods as he moves towards a door, and when he speaks she doesn't say a word, merely watches the hall around them and readies her gun over his shoulder into the room, just in case.
Dev: The door clicks open and Dev is ready, knife in her hand as she launches herself at the dark-haired woman coming into the room. She moves to stab the woman as they tumble to the floor but the knife hits the tile beside her head and sticks - abandoning it she goes to her throat with a hand, trying to gain enough leverage to at least force her to pass out. She winces as a foot connects with her shin, before she's toppled over and the woman is on top of her.
Marco
He feels his strength in ways he never had before -- barely even *straining* as he felt the lock groan more so until it *snaps* inside of the door; releasing the handle as it merely swung open. Marco takes a moment -- just a moment -- to compose himself before he's throwing it the rest of the way open ; and his eyes flicker back to human in a mere heart beat. "Shilo ...-" he is whispering, temporarily sounding much *younger* than he truly was.
There was no one else in the room, mercifully, just her. He couldn't tell if she was aware or not where she was sitting up against the wall -- no longer hesitating even slightly as he rushed into the small room and crashed to his knees by her; a hand on her shoulder as he spoke in quick, panicked Spanish, "Shilo -- little sister.... It's ... It's Marco... I -- I am so sorry, can you hear me?"
Stuart
Stuart hisses out Allison's name as the blur of black hair flickers through his vision, eyes flaring up even brighter as the two woman grapple to the ground -- trying to find an in without hurting Allison. He knew that Allison could easily take care of herself, even against supernatural, but he wasn't sure what this woman was capable of.
So, instead of pushing too much, he's merely jerking the knife out of the floor -- pocketing it so that it wasn't in the stranger's reach.
Allison
Allison grunts as she leverages herself on top of the Hunter - clearly one by the way she fights, though she is sloppy. Still, she catches her in the face with a fist and Allison grunts in pain, the two struggling for a few moments longer before Allison gives up trying to pin her. Reeling back with her good shoulder, Allison punches the girl right in the nose, wincing with the pain in her hand from the punch - followed by another. She feels her go limp beneath her and rolls herself off the other girl, standing and retrieving her gun just in case the other wakes up.
Gun pointed at the Hunter, she looks to Stuart, "What do we do with her?" She asks.
Blake: Blake moves into the room behind Marco, staying near the door to watch for anyone coming down the hall as Marco tried to rouse his sister into lucidity - "We need to go soon, Marco," She warned him softly, "You're going to need to carry her."
Dev: Devana struggles the best she can, catching the woman in the jaw with a stray punch before her face is lighting up with pain. Soon after, she's seeing stars and then her world goes black.
Shilo
A sound seems to come from somewhere in her world, but sounds have long since become her jailers. She tries to swim through the void of sound to figure out what this new one is, and it is the touch of skin on her own that seems to lead the way - the sound of her native tongue spoken to her in rushed tones that helps her blink back enough of the fog to see the face so close to her own that if she could lift her arms she would just to confirm its reality.
"Brother?" It seems unreal - she'd long since lost count of the days since she'd seen his face. Perhaps she had finally died? Her voice is hoarse, cracked from the crying that was all she could do to appease the screams that wanted to burst forth.
Marco
He almost doesn't hear Blake's voice as he tries to pull his sister back to him, a hand coming up -- shaky as it was -- to press against her jawline; soothing his thumb over her skin, over the dried tear lines, as he watched her. As his breath shook and he realized there were wet tears on his own cheeks that he didn't even know when they started. Pleading gently under his breath before was speaking.
A sob broke out of his chest, dropping his head down against her for a moment. "Shi --- I am so sorry, Shi. It's me, I'm here. You're safe now, I promise. We -- we don't have time. I'm going to carry you out of here, okay?"
Stuart
Stuart merely watches helpless from the side for a moment before huffing out a small breath when the stranger is knocked unconscious -- stepping into Allison's space to rest a gentle hand on her shoulder, affirming that she was alright. "Tie her up in the corner -- if she's in here, she's important. She knows things we need to know. We'll take her back to the Underground. Have Satomi see if she can get anything out of her." From there. .. -- he wasn't sure. They weren't the torturing type, and he wasn't sure what other methods Satomi had up her sleeve.
He was turning away from Allison, because they didn't have much time, before sitting down at the computer -- plugging in his tablet before beginning to pull up programs -- "Radio the others, let them know we're in and to give me a few minutes."
Allison: Allison had been prepared for this, pulling her backpack off and digging in it for the rope she'd packed. She set to work tying up the Hunter while Stuart began his work. When he speaks, she nods, and pulls out her radio - "We're in. We need a few, I'll radio when we're ready - if it's longer than five minutes then go." She tucks it away again before finishing tying up their new captive. Her knots are tight, and she makes sure of it - there's no room for a mistake here.
Blake: Blake hears her radio crackle to life and she sighs, anxious to get going, but she pulls her radio out and confirms Allison's message - letting them know that they were safe. She tucks it back away and glances back at Marco, her heart hurting for him in that moment.
Shilo: Shilo doesn't speak, she merely nods at his words - fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Each muscle in her body screams as she tries to move, strained too long with the pain of the handicap preventing her from screaming. "I can't move," She speaks softly, apologetically.
Marco
His bottom lip trembles slightly despite himself, kissing her forehead before he was nodding, "It's okay," he promises, smoothing her hair from her features, "I can carry you, it's okay -- I'm going to get you out. I'm going to get you somewhere safe, and we're going to get that thing off of you, I promise." He soothes that hand through her hair before speaking again, "I'm going to move you now, okay?" He gives her a moment to comprehend that before he's gently cradling her, one arm under her legs, and the other around her shoulders before he's standing with her; amazed at his strength, at how she felt weightless as he cradled her against his chest, looking to Blake.
Now they waited for the cells to be sprung so Erica could direct James down to Blake and they could leave. Because he wasn't leaving without Blake, either.
Stuart
He spares a small glance to Allison before looking back to the computer -- starting a download onto his device of data before he was beginning to look into the security files, releasing each and every one of the data files on the "patients", as they were called ( it made him sick ).
"Alarms disabled," he spoke as he continued to filter through things, his voice scarcely audible over the sound of him typing and opening different files. He was quiet for a moment longer before huffing out a breath, a very fleeting smile on his lips before it was gone, "Cell doors should be opening."
Allison: Allison listens and watches, waiting for Stuart to work his magic before she pulls out the radio again. "Cells should be opening now." She breathes into the radio, tucking it away again as she waited for Stuart to be done so they could get the hell out of there.
Blake: When Allison speaks into the radio again, she feels a small sense of relief that is only fleeting - they still have a long way to go before they are in the clear. She glances back to Marco and Shilo, gaze flitting over both of them before she is looking back to the door, gun held up and ready to shoot anyone coming through that door with a gun.
Shilo: Shilo merely nods, closing her eyes as he lifts her, hiding the pain poorly but still attempting to hide it. She catches her breath when he finally has her cradled against his chest, breathing short and harsh.
Marco
He can smell the pain radiating off of her -- all of his senses still so startlingly new that he was surprised he was able to identify what he was sensing. Regardless, he was resting a hand on the back of her neck ; holding her steady against him as he did what he had only been told that he was able to do -- breath hitching as he began to draw her pain out. He could take it, he had been in pain for over ten years -- and, for the first time, he wasn't; he could shoulder Shilo's.
"Floor two clearing out -- heading your way, Red Leader," came Erica's voice, addressing Satomi before, "Red Heeler, Metztli -- plus one friendly headed your way." James was headed their way --
Stuart: "A few more seconds--" Stuart was whispering, standing to his feet so that he could be ready to pull out his tablet and leave, "Can you carry her by yourself, or will you need my help?" he's asking, looking over his shoulder and pausing merely to listen to Erica's voice over the radio. They could do this --, but he didn't have time, at the moment, to relish the hopeful approaching victory.
Allison: Allison smiles as she hears Erica's voice over the radio and as Stuart stands, she is moving towards the unconscious hunter. She tested her weight, lifting her up over her shoulder, "Yeah, I've got her - just not for an extended amount of time." She wasn't too heavy, Allison would be fine for now. She moves towards the door, readying herself to leave as soon as Stuart is ready.
Blake: Blake's heart leaps into her throat as she hears Erica's voice over the radio, before she is feeling him all but running towards their location. A half-sob leaves her throat, and she is met after a minute with her brother's strong scent as he turns the corner and they collide into a hug that sends her reeling backwards just a little with the force of it. "James," she laughs disbelievingly against his shoulder and allows herself one more moment of contact before she pulls back and retrieves her radio, "Friendly received," She confirms, sounding breathlessly happy.
Shilo: Somehow, Shilo's pain seems to dissipate with her brothers touch and she's not sure why - but it is still not enough. She remains still save for the shaking of her body in his arms, not lifting her head from his shoulder - trusting that he will get her to safety. She knows that if he's made it this far to get her, he won't fail.
Marco
Marco keeps his eyes out down the hallway as James and Blake reunite -- a small, hidden smile on his lips as he holds Shilo just a little tighter, nodding as she radios back Erica and making brief eye contact with James ; deciding to reintroduce himself once they were out of here.
"Clearing out floor three -- three minutes, I will be right behind floor three, copy Red Leader?" came Erica's voice over the radio, answered quickly by Satomi.
"It is also time for us to leave," Marco was telling Blake and James. "Quickly ; even if Stuart disarmed the alarms, Richard's gunfire was enough to get attention. I am surprised we have no been attacked yet."
Stuart: "Just let me know when you need me to take over," he tells her, gently taking the radio from her hip as he listens to Blake and Erica and Satomi. "Juliet and Pariah clearing out -- radio silence unless you need assistance," he spoke quickly, nodding to Allison before he was leading the way out of the control room.
Blake: Blake nods, gun at the ready as she looks back to James and Marco, "Just stay close," She tells them, leading the way out of the room and down the hall back the way they'd come. They were so close to getting out of there that it almost felt like a victory, but she knew better than to count her ducks before they hatched.
Marco: Marco nods to her, keeping Shilo cradled close to his chest -- letting Blake lead the way this time, as he couldn't fight as easily with Shilo in his arms. He didn't want to drop her, not when she was in this state -- he had to protect her, when he hadn't been able to for the past four years. "Keep your ears open-" he whispered.
Blake: Blake half-smiles at his words, because she never closes them. They move at a good pace through the halls, back to the door that they entered through and out into the fresh air - one step closer to freedom. She can't wait to have James safe again.
Marco: He follows them more so as they get closer to the entrance, trying not to jostle Shilo too much as he did so. Albeit, they were almost at hte door when Marco's jaw tightens, "I think there is people outside," he whispering, eyes glowing as he tightens his grip on his sister.
Blake: "I'll go first," Blake whispers, readying her gun as she gently nudges the door open with her gun held at the ready - James close behind her. The people outside are not what she expects, and for a moment she pulls up short, shocked into silence.
Marco
Marco slowly edges out behind them, Shilo still cradled in his arms -- the people across the area looked *cautious* of them, but curiosu as well. And Marco's eyes narrow, looking over his shoulder as his heart hammers. He hears slight fighting in the distance, but there is no sound over the radio -- so he assumes that it was on Erica's side of things, and Satomi's group has it taken care of.
"-- who are these people? These are not security."
Blake
Blake holds her gun up at them despite their lack of weapons or aggressive behaviour - she isn't going to be caught off guard. She frowns at them, keeping herself between them and her companions.
"I don't know -" She manages to get out before she notices a camera - "They have a camera -" She hisses out to Marco, too quiet for anyone but their own ears and James' to pick up.
Marco: Eyes skitter back behind him where he can still hear the commotion of the fighting -- before flinching harshly when the alarms finally click on; blaring against his senses and causing his breathing to stutter before he's looking back to Blake and James. It seemed apparent that Erica and the others - of Satomi's group - were acting as a distraction and the people at the facility didn't even seem to bother to check if anyone left out the front. "Take Shilo, you and James leave -" he whispered back to her ; keeping himself close to their small group.
Blake: Blake paused a moment at his words, not wanting to leave him for the life of her, but she knew it was best - they wouldn't be watching her go off if he distracted them and then she could get him out of there. She tucked her gun away, tenderly taking the girl from his arms and giving him a look that screamed I will get you out of here before she was motioning to James and running off into the tree line with him.
Marco: "I'll be fine," he whispers under his breath when he hands Shilo off gently; trusting the Blake would get his sister to safety.
Blake: Once safely inside the tree line, Blake grabs her radio from her pocket while James helps hold Shilo - "Pariah, we need backup - reporters or something on Metztli. We need a distraction to get him out of there."
Marco: His gaze is flickering once more to the door that was still wide open -- and he seems to be approaching the reporters. "Reporters?" Stuart is responding quickly back over the radio. There is a moment of silence before he was likely speaking with Allison -- telling her to watch his back. "Circling back -- I'll get them off of him."
Blake: Blake stood by with her breath held as she watched and waited with anxiety for Stuart to get the reporters off of Marco - to get him back into the safety of the shadows.
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ki6-7-l8r · 7 years ago
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Why I Hate America........
I am almost 57 years old. I cannot fathom the sadism of the worthless god of puke that created me to have to live in this star spangled land of putrid idiocy..... From birth until now, all I have ever experienced here is poverty, misery, torture and injustice. Every hope dashed, every aspiration betrayed. Life in the USA, has never been anything but an ongoing saga of cruel, mediocre, and obstinate stupidity that never seems to outdo itself in its idiotic meaninglessness. My time in this corporate shithole has forged in me an infinite hatred of everything; and what is left of me is hardly anything that you would call human. I often wonder if I had a newborn son, if I would not choke the life out of him and kill him, not out of hatred of him, but out of love. To spare him the sufferings that I have endured here, and that as a child of a member of the underclass, that he would no doubt suffer as well. People are probably thinking, well you are another left wing radical. No, actually I am not. In order to be a radical, you have to have hope. I do not have hope. I guess what you could call me, is a nihilist. And one of the worst you would ever not care to meet.
I grew up in an affluent, conservative, upper middle class family. All around me was all this bullshit about how great America was, flags, hotdogs, mom, apple pie whatever. I swear to god ever since I popped out a newborn slug out of my mom's cursed joy hole, I have never seen what they were talking about. American society seemed to me to just be a huge plastic put on, with troops fighting in idiotic wars for what? To contain Communism? If Communism was everything that American society wasn't it had to be pretty good, I thought. Now that I am old, I can see that American society is so cruel, hypocritical, and far gone that it has become a monster of ingenious insidiousness; that the Left in its superfluidity could not even comprehend, much less counter. There is no way that you will ever improve or take down this fucker. All hope it subverts before hope can be entertained, all true human values it crushes out and replaces with propaganda and nescient dogma, only possible because the American masses are so stupid by design that the system finds nothing to do any easier than this. And those who see through this diabolical charade are so few and so helpless, that they can only stare dumbfounded at the spectacle of it all. They put their flags out on their porches like a bunch of dumb lemmings; utterly oblivious to the grand stage of absurdity that is burning beneath them. They are cannon fodder for corporate wars of empire, source's of cheap labor for the bossman capitalist, dumbshit glad-handies that do not have the slightest inkling of anything real in their middle class somnolence, comotose mommy machines just popping out more cogs for the gears of universal misery, It is to laugh, or cry......
America is a monument to mediocrity. It is obvious to more all the time, and cruel! America's chief industry is human misery, domestically; but there is always plenty left over for export. Just ask the third world that has been run over by the American War Machine, or the North Koreans that had thousands of tons of bombs dropped on them, and who want to have a nuclear program after this. (The *wonder* of it!) And of course the enlightened American masses have made it all possible.
And this is another thing. Blaming the elites can only go so far. The American masses are almost as bad as they are. Americans are by and large, greedy, selfish, materialistic, stupid, with virtually no interest beyond whatever media dumb-show is going on at the moment. I can tell you with no reservation, that almost every fucking American piece of crap I have ever known in my life, including my own family has been treacherous, selfish, destructively motivated towards me and as worthless as dogshit. Ironically, the best people I have ever met have immigrated from other countries, they were not born here! There is something about native born Americans that makes it seem like they ooze into the domestic shit nest of the homeland like some kind of perfidious hive of maggots, itching to despoil and destroy from the get go. And I am not being unfair.
Well people will say if you hate it here, why don't you leave? Why? I am you. Why would I be so kind as to spare you these diatribes!!I really do not belong anywhere else. My sickness is your sickness. I am you, as much as you may hate that fact. And here is something else. So funny. Toys R Us closed because not enough Americans are having kids to keep the them in business. Why aren't Americans having kids anymore? Maybe it is because America is not the kind of country worth bringing kids into..... Something to consider.
No country can become this bad and hope to survive long term. People can only take so much misery before they break down into piles of quivering jelly. Not that I care. America can go to the devil for all I care, but I never liked America in the first place. I have never had a patriotic sentiment in my whole life, although I have pretended to when manners dictated otherwise. My hope is that every day in every way, people will find every means to set all of the nuclear powers against each other, on the day when America gets what it deserves when it is decimated by nuclear bombs. And when the holocaust is done, cruel, venal, greedy American elites and the masses of America, stupid jellyfish with never an original thought in their heads, can slouch off together into their well deserved oblivion.....
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disneygirl2202 · 7 years ago
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Meet Zara
Hey guys, Zara in my own character that I have inserted into my ATLA story call The Banished Commander. 
So, time to dive into Zara.
Name: Zara 
Nickname(s): Ara (Zuko) Zee (Sokka and Katara) Zaza (Azula) Raa (Aang) Princess or Fire Queen (Toph) Kiddo (Ling)
Nickname for others: Firehead, Zu (Zuko) Sweetie (Katara) Bossman (Sokka) Element man (Aang) Rock Queen (Toph) Psycho (Azula)
Age: 16 (when the story actually starts)
Personality: She can have her anger issues, including when you threaten the ones she cares about as you will see in the story when the fire nation or anybody threatens her friends, even if they are on her side. When her anger isn’t getting the best of her, she’s usually calm as having to learn to stay calm during her time in the water tribes. Other than those two traits, she is very protective, lovable, and funny. Even if Sokka cracks a horrible joke, she’ll try to make him feel better about himself, even if it means dissing herself. But you need to be careful with her, as she has had her heart broken too many times as people would put it. She does her best to hide it, but the three who know her best know what’s really wrong. 
Past: Her original parents abandoned her after she was born, but the commander of the fire nation’s army, at the point, had found her while he was on his way home and took her in and raised her as his own. When she went to school, she was sort of the loner of the class, that was until she met Zuko and they just hit it off and that is what began their friendship. When the commander first found out that she was a firebender, he immediately brought her to Iroh to see if he would be willing to train her, luckily he was, so she trained with him for a while. She lost her father when she was 11-12 years old, soon after, she lost her mother to an illness. Zuko and Iroh were the only people there for her after their death.  She was banished when her and Zuko were about 13-14, all because of her relationship with Zuko. His father made her make up a lie to why she was actually leaving, threatening his own son for if she was to tell him the truth.  After she left, she soon found herself hating the Fire Nation, and took whatever chance she could to help the people that they had hurt, even if that meant killing the army that included people she once knew. Many of those battles included her getting a few new scars. Soon she became wanted by the Firelord and that’s when she finally went into hiding. Before she went into hiding, she had heard about Zuko’s banishment, but she never went to find him, knowing that he would probably know about her being wanted and she wasn’t sure if he would still have been trustworthy.  She found herself at the Southern Water Tribes, where Hakoda found her and took her in as his own. They decided to keep her once having a relationship with the fire prince and her being a firebender, from Katara on their way back to the village as they both feared the worst.  When Hakoda left, he left her and Sokka to watch out for the family, and that is when her and Katara really build on their relationship, that is what really got Katara her nickname. 
Do emotions affect her bending? Yes, not as much as Zuko’s does, but yes, when she is extremely mad, the emotions will start to affect her bending and how powerful the fire can be. 
Goals: To bring peace between all of the nations, or to end the fire nations cruelty.
Obstacles in front of goal: Not wanting to kill the people she once called friends, or running into Zuko, meaning she might have to kill him. 
Secrets: She still has feelings for Zuko 
Family: Jian (father) Lin (mother) Ling (brother)
Allies: Fire nation (formerly), Zuko (formly/later on), Katara, Sokka, southern water tribe, Aang, Toph 
Enemies: Fire Nation, Zuko (formerly)
Appearance-
Eyes: A dark amber color 
Hair: Blackish-brownish, usually in a braid to keep it out of her face
Scars: She has a few from the fights she has been on.  1) She has a few burn one on her back. 2) She has one on her left shoulder from a spear of a  solider of the Fire Nation’s army.  3) She has one on her eyebrow from a punch in the face she got from a shoulder.  4) She gets a new burn on her shoulder from saving Sokka from Zuko’s fire blast at the tribe. 
Clothing:In the fire nation, it was traditional fire nation clothing. When she was in the water tribe, she wore traditional water tribe clothing. Once she leaves, she tends to switch it up a bit. 
Jewelry: She has a necklace that she hates taking off as it was the last thing she had from Zuko. He had it made for her birthday that came shortly before her parents died. 
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iwasnthere622 · 7 years ago
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Zack Taylor Designated Driver Squad
AO3 Link: Chapter 2
AO3 Link: Chapter 1
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CHAPTER 2: TUESDAY
Zack leaned back onto his hands, swinging his feet idly as he watched the red pickup truck make its way through the trailer park to his and his mom's place. The truck was something to behold, all right, all dented, scrapped, and twisted metal. Jason'd managed to fix it up mostly with junkyard parts, and Zack was still half-convinced it was held together mostly by bubblegum and the Red Ranger's faith that it'd drive.
The truck pulled to a slow stop but Zack didn't move, grinning a bit when Jason stuck his head out of his window to stare up at him.
"Morning, Bossman!" Zack called cheerfully, swinging his legs a bit faster.
Jason rolled his eyes. "C'mon."
Zack gave Jason a mock salute and launched himself off the top of the trailer, landing gracefully and walking to the passenger side to climb in.
Jason rolled the window back up -- it might be beat up as all hell, but the AC worked -- turning to look at Zack. "Someone's gonna see you one of these days," he said mildly, shifting into drive and starting to head to the school.
Zack shrugged, still grinning. "Ain't nothing they haven't see before - I've been jumping off my place for years. Quite worrying and lighten up, J!"
Jason snorted, because of course Zack has always jumped off his trailer. Of course. "Adrenaline junkie," he said, meaning for it to be accusing but tone coming out more fond than anything.
"Pot, kettle," Zack grinned, pointing at them both, because they both knew Zack was crazy, but so was Jason -- so were all of the Rangers, really.
"Fair," Jason acknowledged, rolling his eyes when Zack whooped.
"Oooh, I can't wait to tell everyone that you actually conceded! Wait, are you feeling okay?" Zack said, faking concern and trying to feel Jason's forehead, only managing to brush his fingers over his skin before he was being smacked away.
"Knock it off!" Jason said, swatting at Zack's hands while also trying to drive. "If you wreck us, you're rebuilding the truck!"
Zack just laughed, continuing his assault. "What if you're sick, though, gotta make sure!"
"I'm fine, asshat, you wouldn't be able to tell just by touching me anyway. I said knock it off!" Jason said, shoving Zack back into his seat with more force than needed.
Zack stopped attacking him, but kept grinning all the same. "Man, everyone's gonna be so disappointed now."
"What?" Jason said, always feeling like he was 5 steps behind when he was hanging out with Zack, the Black Ranger jumping from topic to topic just to get a rise out of him.
"You couldn't even concede a point to me for one whole minute before fighting again," Zack said, more pride in his tone than there probably should be, but it was oh so much fun to wind up their fearless leader.
Jason deflated, suddenly remembering the conversation Kim had had with him. And Trini. And Billy... "Let's just forget it."
"Whatever you say, dude," Zack grinned.
They were silent for a few minutes, nearing the school when Jason asked, "Where's your notebook?"
"Dunno," Zack shrugged, unconcerned that the notebook had the homework he'd done with Kim yesterday and yet he didn't have it with him today.
"Zack..." Jason said, parking the truck.
"Jason..." Zack said, mimicking him.
Jason sighed, giving up. "C'mon, let's see if Kim has it."
Zack grinned, bounding out of the truck. If he got stares when sailing through the halls with one Ms. Kimberly Hart on his arm, then walking with Jason was 10 times worse. Everyone loved to glare at the fallen quarterback and anyone who showed an ounce of decency to Jason was branded a traitor just like him.
Zack, though, wore it like a badge of honor, walking tall and meeting the eyes of anyone who dared to look, smirking all the while. Jason shoved open the door to the school and held it for Zack to step through, allowing him to catch the end of whispered jeer that really, was not very school-appropriate, so Zack tripped the offender and cheerfully gave them the finger. He even allowed Jason to pull him away and down the hall, grinning at his mutters that he was a menace.
When they got closer to the girls' locker, Zack winked at Jason and sauntered over to Trini, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "Hey, Crazy Girl. Where's the bae?"
Trini elbowed him in the gut and shrugged off his arm. "Not here yet," she answered, nodding at Jason, who returned the gesture.
Zack was undeterred. "Guess I'll have to borrow one of her notebooks, then," he said, starting to reach into the locker only for Jason to yank him back just before Trini could close it on his hand.
"Ohhh, team leader's mad at you," Zack whispered, grinning at Trini and nodding at Jason's frown.
"No, I'm not - just, no fighting," Jason said, looking around, wishing Kim would get here already.
Trini rolled her eyes.
"You know, he almost agreed with me this morning?" Zack said, big grin on his face. "Being DD is softening him up to my charms!"
Jason let go. "I'm going to class," he said, abandoning them both and walking away while Zack cackled.
"See you for PE!" Zack called after him, but he was ignored.
"...Did I miss something?" Kim asked, walking up to Trini and Zack and watching Jason disappear down the hall.
"Just the usual antagonizing," Trini answered.
Kim shook her head, reaching into her bag and offering Zack his notebook, frowning when the warning bell went off. "We'll talk at lunch," she said, pointing a warning finger at Zack.
Zack laughed, saluting her in the same way he'd saluted Jason earlier, meandering to class.
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Third period, Zack bounded into the gym and headed for the guy's locker room to change. After two weeks of Jason forcing a spare pair of his sweatpants he just happened to have onto him so that he could participate in gym (and therefore get credit for the class instead of adding to his detention pile for not bringing appropriate clothing), Zack got the hint that this whole DD program his friends were running also included making sure he actually participated in school while he was there.
So he had a pair of his own track pants stashed away, which he quickly changed into, stuffing his notebook and jacket into the locker in their place.
He headed back into the gym, only having to wait for a minute before Jason was standing next to him, changed and ready as well.
"Well, sports guy, what is it today?" Zack asked.
Jason shrugged. "I don't know why you think I know what we're going to do in PE every time."
"You're the sports player! This is your domain!" Zack protested.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Ex-player," he corrected, and it only stung a little to say it.
Zack knocked into him. "Badmitten?" he suggested, always picking something outrageous cause then Jason would stop looking so pitiful.
Jason shoved him back, but he relaxed a bit. "No net."
"Volleyball?"
"No net, Z, pay attention!"
"...Tennis?"
Jason laughed, shaking his head. Before he could say anything, though, Coach blew his whistle. "All right, all right, line up! Holt! You and... Tracey, you're captains. Pick your teams, we're playing dodgeball today."
Zack bounced on the balls of his feet. Dodgeball! He knew this one!
"Behave," Jason muttered, crossing his arms.
Zack rolled his eyes, unsurprised that he and Jason were the last ones picked, grinning when they ended up on opposite teams.
As soon as Coach set all the balls out, Zack beelined for the best position dead center and ignored any attempts to shove him to the sidelines, bracing himself to run full throttle at the line.
Jason lined up off to the side, one eye on the ball in front of him and the other on Zack.
The whistle blew and both boys took off like a shot, grabbing their prizes and dancing back, Zack dodging an early throw, hanging on to his ball for now, weaving around his "teammates."
Jason got two people out, watching Zack just dance around. "You gonna throw that or what?" he teased.
"You wanna play?" Zack grinned, knocking a ball outta the air with his own, scooping it up and throwing the other at Jason, who easily dodged.
"You're going down, Taylor," Jason grinned.
"Ooh, last name, now I'm scared!" Zack teased back.
"Get a room!" someone called, disgusted. "Yeah," another student said, bumping hard enough into Jason that he had no choice but allow himself to stumble, "Shut up and play!"
Zack threw his ball and got the guy out who'd bumped Jason, shrugging when he got cursed at. "You said play... let's play!"
He stopped dancing around after that, but it just wasn't all that fun playing with these kids, the ones who didn't want to play already out because they just stood there and didn't even try, and the rest athletes of one form or another who were all douchebags, so he migrated back to mostly aiming for Jason, because at least that was fun.
"Look at the losers flirting," someone on the sidelines called out. "Bunch of faggots."
"Language," Coach said mildly, but otherwise did nothing, and Zack's gut clenched at seeing Jason's ears burn red in embarrassment.
"Hey, babe?" Zack said, looking straight at Jason, face set, eyes glinting with something maniacal.
Jason flushed a bit more, but he held Zack's gaze. "Yeah, babe?"
Zack grinned ear to ear, scooping up a ball and nearly crushing it in his grip. "Let's show these bigots a good time!"
Jason grinned back and then they were both moving fast, not as fast as they could but maybe adding just a bit more speed than was strictly normal, going after everyone else, regardless of team.
"Coach, that's not fair!" a kid complained, yelping when he got hit with "friendly" fire.
Coach watched a beat longer then shrugged. "So switch teams."
And that was how Jason Scott and Zack Taylor won a game of dodgeball of them versus 48 other students.
Zack slung his arm around Jason's shoulders when the last kid standing was pegged and out. "Great game, J."
Jason laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, you too. But for the record, we're not dating."
Zack laughed, shoving him to the side. "Obviously they can't handle our epic friendship, imagine if we were a power couple?"
"You're still a bunch of fags," one guy muttered.
Zack kicked a dodgeball up into the air and spun his body neatly to then kick it again, the ball smacking the kid in the head.
"Taylor!" Coach barked.
"Whoops," Zack said, completely unapologetic. "Thought he was still in play."
The bell rang and Jason grabbed Zack to drag him to the locker room before he could get into any more trouble.
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"...and then Zack pulled off a high-kick that Alpha-5 would be proud of and kicked a ball into Ray's face," Jason finished, as everyone had demanded to know what the hell had happened in PE since basically the whole school was talking about it.
"So, you guys aren't dating?" Billy asked, glancing between them.
"Nah," Zack said. "Doesn't mean they could just say crap like that and get away with it, though."
Billy thought about that and nodded once, going back to his lunch.
"And you call me crazy?" Trini asked, shaking her head.
"Hey, I had to stick up for your people!" Zack protested, laughing when she punched him, but her saw her little smile, too.
"Well, at least they didn't fight this time," Kim said, ever the optimist.
"We don't fight all the time," Jason protested.
"Dude, don't even. We totally do," Zack grinned.
Jason opened his mouth to argue before he realized what Zack was doing and clenched his jaw shut instead, giving him a very unimpressed look.
"See? Definitely not dating," Zack said, taking a bite of his giant cookie.
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robotslenderman · 8 years ago
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Non-spoilery pre-release thoughts.
OK so I haven’t finished my 10 hours of Andromeda yet, but I’ve gotten as far as the trial allows me for the main story and I’ve got like one hour left of pre-release play anyway.
For those on the tag/those who missed my earlier post, I ended up getting Origin access just for the trial because the “OMG ANDROMEDA IS GOING TO BE AWFUL AND BIOWARE IS RUINED FOREVER” talk was really starting to get to me after I saw the bad face animations. Didn’t want to wait a week because I’ve been excited for Andromeda ever since before ME3′s DLC came out. While I was super hyped and had high hopes, at the same time, I thought I had fairly realistic expectations (”Yeah Bioware’s not perfect this isn’t a bad thing” instead of the “OH GOD I’M NOT GONNA BUY THIS GAME BECAUSE BIOWARE KICKS PUPPIES” bullshit I was seeing around) but… yeah.
It was really getting to me.
So here’s some dot points, no spoilers, under the cut. This covers character creator, face animations, world exploration, and narrative, without any spoilers. Any possible spoilers are referred to so vaguely you’ll have no chance of putting anything together, so don’t worry.
I also have a bit at the bottom covering things I really like about this game.
TL;DR – Guys. It’s fine, it’s okay, it really is. Chill. These issues exist, but they’re tiny ass things you’ll barely notice, like in every other game ever. You’ll love Andromeda, you really will. Yeah, it is DA:I in Space, but it’s also not – it’s DA:I in space, but better.
Honestly, these issues are fucking terrifying when you’re hyped up and can’t see the game for yourself yet and everyone’s nitpicking about these dumbass tiny things like they’re Huge Fucking Issues, but when you do play you won’t run into them nearly as often as people made you think, and when you do see them you’ll shrug and move on and forget about them ten seconds later, like you do about 99% of glitches you run into in other games. 
You’re not gonna hate the game just because Jallo’s legs clip into his seat or Addison stared at you way more blankly than any other character or something, for fuck’s sake.
Character Creator – I had a heart attack with the character creator at first because I thought that all I could do was select premade Sheps Ryders and had heard as such, but it turns out the option to customise those premade Ryders was up the top and not easily spottable. Whew! People are right that it’d be great if we could choose separate eyebrows/etc like in DA:I instead of having to choose a custom Ryder and then fiddle with proportions and so on – you can’t just choose “eye shape 1, eye shape 2″, etc. 
But really? It’s actually no big deal. I was super afraid of this as well, but when actually faced with it in-game I was like “oh, okay, that sucks” and then forgot about it thirty seconds later. It’s okay, guys, really!
Bad face animations – Honestly, I totally forgot the animations were supposed to be bad. Yeah, they’re not great, but nine times out of ten I didn’t notice them until I went, “oh, hang on, aren’t the face animations supposed to be bad?” and actually paid better attention. 
Then it was like, “Oh, yeah, they do seem to have a bit of a vacant stare.”
Then I forgot about them three seconds later and kept playing. No big deal.
The other one time out of ten the bad face animation really shows and… it’s not a big deal either. Like, yeah, it’d be great if they didn’t exist and Bioware please fix them, but when I did run into them, I didn’t become a huge angry beast foaming at the mouth because the whole game was ruined. Actually, I thought they were fucking hilarious. 
And then after the conversation I forgot about it again. No big deal. Seriously. Chill.
There’s a clip I saw of default Sara having a HUGELY blank face but when I ran into that bit in-game Sara didn’t have that expression at all?? It may be because I made a custom Sara, or maybe Bioware sneakily fixed it before I played, I don’t know, but Sara didn’t have that :^) expression I had seen in that exact scene on youtube.
World exploration – “ME:A is DA:I in space!” shrieks the masses, their faces melting from the neurochemical implosion happening inside their skulls. “THIS IS A BAD THING.”
Uh
No it’s not
ME1 had exploration. ME:A’s is way more interesting.
(But I also thought exploration in ME1 was interesting except for the sidequest bits, because I’m the kind of person who loved to drive around on the mako doing nothing but finding spooky shit and then got growly when I wound up in yet another premade husk-infested mine. But I loved just being on Luna and stopping the Mako as I fiddled with something on my desk, and then suddenly hearing those whale-like sounds in space, googling it, finding out those calls were rachni, and running into them again by accident on other planets… I love that. I’m addicted to that. Running into tiny little things like that.)
Yeah the worlds are huge but uh you’re in a Nomad which goes up to 120KMH, it better be fucking huge. You won’t give a shit how big the world is because you’re zooming past it thinking about how cool the Nomad is and laughing your ass off when Ryder goes “~oops~” every time you run over a space desert bug.
(The Nomad is really, really cool.)
Like seriously though, one thing I didn’t like about ME2 and ME3 was that sidequests got narrowed down more and more until you were basically a rat following a preset path in a maze. ME:A breaks away from this. You get to choose what to do next, you don’t go into a special area for one quest and get stuck there until you’ve played it out.
Granted, if you genuinely didn’t exploration in DA:I then I don’t have good news, it is a lot like DA:I so far. It’s too early in-game to be able to tell if it had the same issues DA:I exploration had 
(”everyone put all the sidequests in the Hinterlands!!“ 
“uh. bossman. bosslady. bossperson.”
“yes?”
“other zones exist?”
“they do?? FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.”) 
but I’m gonna trust Bioware and while I might end up being wrong, until I see otherwise, I’m just gonna have faith that they evened out sidequests a bit between worlds. I mean, people were Yelling about it non-stop and Bioware’s actually really good at listening to people. stop giving them shit for this, they do listen.
(But honestly reason #1 and #2 I loved DA:I exploration stuff, is #1, exploration always came with lore even when there weren’t sidequests attached such as at landmarks [sadly, ME:A doesn’t seem to have that with it so far, but I’m hoping that changes later in the game], and #2 I loved stimming by just running around looking at pretty shit and also knocking down collection quests. That’s just me, though, I never got bored doing that and found it soothing just being in the world.)
Narrative – OK, so every review site I’ve seen so far says there’s not enough story and I’m genuinely ???? over this because there is way more narrative/squadmate banter in this than any ME or DA game so far, wtf?? Yes, way more than DA:I! 
Like right up to the first planet exploration, it was almost non-stop story, and the bits in between cutscenes were filled to the brim with Liam chatting in my ear and reacting to the world, reacting to Ryder’s actions, making suggestions or adding his thoughts. Radio silence didn’t dominate like in the previous ME games.
IDK why one of the review sites was complaining about people making big deal out of the floating rocks in one world, that was actually hilarious in context and only got funnier??? I guess that writer didn’t have a sense of humour.
On Eos, the first planet that opens up after the prologue/first chapter of story finishes, cutscenes and so on definitely wind down as the game opens up player freedom more. But that’s a good thing so why are people complaining??? every game has a cutscene-intensive beginning, then that winds down as players stop being funnelled through a preset path and get to do what the hell they want. There’s drama, then there’s a breather, and then the drama ramps up again, it’s a cycle that’s common to every good story and game.  And like I said before, you hear way more from squadmates if you decide to wander around after sidequests instead of the main story.
One thing that’s brilliant about this is in most Bioware games, squadmates and companions almost completely ignore sidequests. There’d be token comments and Solas (Silently) Disapproves or Garrus picking a fight because Do It His Way Dammit Shepard, but that’d be it, it’d almost be like the companions weren’t aware that sidequests exists. ME:A so far seems to have fixed this in that squadmates are obviously engaged and invested in the sidequests. I was following a sidequest that involved scanning things lost underneath sand to solve a mystery, and it felt like the companions had something to say at each step of the way – including verbally cringing when a crucial piece of evidence went and chucked a huge fucking wrench into this small storyline. It was great, it really felt like I was travelling with people, for the first time, and not just walking guns.
Also, Bioware is as good as ever at punching you in the Feels. I am not joking. There’s a crucial scene in the first chapter that literally made me cry, it punched me in the Feels that much, and just remembering it is tearing me up fuck fuck fuuuuuck Bioware whY??? FUCK ME OH MY GOD
Interface – Honestly the interface is the biggest bugbear but, again, not a big deal. It’s annoying that I can’t just open and close the map, I have to close the map then close the “esc” options. I hope they fix it, but if they don’t, don’t care. 
There’s also the loadout screen that tripped me up – in ME1-3, you get the loadout screen, then the squad screen. But much like CC, you might miss the squad selection screen because the “select squad” button is in the loadout screen, at the top of the screen, and not easily spotted the first time around. 
You also might get tripped up because you don’t ever have to change squadmates; you load squadmates, and then you have the option of never seeing the “select squadmates” screen again if you don’t want to. I guess this is Bioware’s solution to “everyone always takes the same two companions everywhere” thing that made choosing squadmates kinda redundant. 
But I got tripped up here ‘cause I recruited Vetra, went onto Eos, and… wait, where’s the squadmate selection screen?? why is Cora and Liam there??? I want Vetra??? Went back onto the ship, came back out, nope??? wasn’t until the third try that I saw the little people icon above my guns in the loadout screen, clicked it, “Oooh, there it is!”
Honestly, all Bioware’d have to do to fix that is make the button ping or glow subtly or something to just grab your attention. Once the game “trains” you to check the top of the screen for extra categories, you won’t even notice this any more.
Even though I’m talking about things from a “what’s the big deal” perspective I somehow still make this game look bad, so I’m gonna make it look as good as I actually see it as here:
Overall, things I am loving about this game so far:
The Companions/Characters – 
In summary, every character so far has either hinted or outright shown that they’re multifaceted and that they’re… people. Like human beings IRL, there’s who they are in company, and there’s who they are in private, who they are when shit hits the fan. Every character so far has shown shades of this – except for Drack and Peebee, and that’s only because you’ve only just met them before the trial stops letting you proceed through the story, and I have full confidence they’ll both show to be more than they seem to be, too.
I was fully prepared to be bored by the human companions. I’m not. I love Liam. I love Cora. Liam’s super witty and playful, and as far from boring as you can get. He is no Kaidan 2.0, let me tell you. I had no intentions at all of romancing him but… well, I haven’t decided who I’m going to romance for certain yet, but he’s definitely found a place on the list now. He’s awesome! Even if I don’t romance him, he’ll definitely be my Ryder’s canon best friend.
Cora’s also great. She makes me think of a Mom Friend even though she’s not really Mom-like. She doesn’t fuss or anything. But she is encouraging of Ryder, and is also interesting in that she appears to think a certain way but then the face she puts on cracks a bit and you can see that there’s more to her than there appears to be, and that maybe she isn’t as well put together as she seems to be. She makes me think of Dorian, actually, in that respect – except while Dorian screams “HA HA HA I’M ONLY PRETENDING TO KNOW WHAT I’M DOING I DON’T, ACTUALLY”, Cora’s so subtle that you won’t notice the difference between who she is and who she tries to be until the facade cracks. (I also wanna romance her too, oops, I wanna romance everyone who do I romance shit shit shiiiiit)
Vetra is fucking incredible, holy shit. You know how Garrus liked to pretend to be a smooth motherfucker but it was totally see-through and he was a total dork? Well, Vetra is who Garrus wished he was. I have never seen a character portrayed as this smooth and subversive without being a slimeball, but Vetra’s wonderful, charismatic and so damn smooth that she kind of pulls something and you won’t even notice until she’s like “uh, yeah, so it looks like I totally Did The Thing…” and you’re like, “Oh, yeah, she did do The Thing, didn’t she?” because she pulled it off right in front of you so casually you didn’t think about it twice.
Peebee and Drack have both been met but the trial doesn’t go far enough in the story to let you recruit them. For those who follow me, Peebee is as Space!Liriel-y as I thought she was, minus Liriel’s Fight Me. Peebee does what the fuck she wants and is totally casual, but not at all crude or mean. She’s so cute. Drack, in comparison – only met him in one scene, so far he seems typically krogan, so I don’t know what he’s like beneath that mask.
Jaal I have not even seen a sign of yet. No signs of any angara yet.
Alec Ryder is lovely. He’s a total badass. I was expecting him to be this super tough anal frowny Military Father Who Disapproves but… he’s not. He’s great fun, he’s badass, and yeah, he could’ve been a better father, but it’s not a “RYDER HAD A FUCKED UP CHILDHOOD” kind of way, it’s in a “yeah I should tell my kids I love them” kind of way that… every good parent ever has, really. He’s also shown huge signs of having hidden depths, too, and it looks like exploring these will be a major part of a subplot – if it doesn’t wind up tied into the main plot itself.
SAM has some spoilery things that ping me as there being more to this AI than meets the eye, and I really look forward to getting to know them.
Jallo (Kallo? Fuck), Suvi, Lexi, Gil, etc – They seem awesome so far, looking forward to getting to know them better, too!
Nakmor Kesh – Special shoutout to this lady krogan who’s a fucking engineer! Holy shit.
The Other Stuff – 
I am still upset and emotionally scarred by That One Scene. You’ll know it when you see it. oh god. oh gooooooddd.
The characters being better than in previous games only makes the story more engaging. They have way more to say, way more reactions.
Bioware commented once that ME:A’s cast was way more inexperienced than the trilogy’s cast. Without spoiling, at first, Ryder seems to be the only one self conscious about their inexperience, thinking everyone else knows what they're doing. Then it becomes evident that, no, everyone is making it up as they go along, they’re either better at covering it up or they’re giving up on bothering with that. It’s fantastic, it really reinforces the overall theme and atmosphere of the main story – which is “we tried to settle in Andromeda but oops shit went wrong, what the fuck do we do??”
FAST TRAVEL!!
THE NOMAD.
SAAAAAAAAAAAAM.
The overall atmosphere. The characters, the story, the design stuff – all of it supports that atmosphere of “oh shit what next” when Things Go Wrong. It really reinforces Ryder’s own arc of growing into a leadership role. Because when shit goes wrong, it’s Ryder who steps forward. Even though you have the option (much like every NPC ever) of going “FUCK WHAT NEXT” out of sheer panic. Or you can play it cool and pretend you know what you’re doing, like everyone else before Things Went Wrong.
Overall, I can’t wait to get to know the characters better. I adore Alec especially. I am gonna wind up being a huge Alec fangirl, I just know it.
I’m loving this game. I can’t wait until the full game is released. Zero regrets about preordering, all my fears have been laid to rest.
It’s gonna be awesome.
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Ishmael Addo: Ghana’s Secret Weapon The World Never Got To Know
May 9 2001 – Kumasi Asante Kotoko had taken the lead well in that game. The Porcupines had it under control. They knew they needed just a few more minutes to hold on, keep their lines tight but their arch-rivals Hearts of Oak had other ideas. For them, the “Never say die” mantra had been ingrained in their DNA. Every player knew it wasn’t over until it was finally over. On 75 minutes, the Reds were still quite comfortable. Let’s paint a picture: A long searching ball that was meant to find Nana Frimpong had been hoofed up-field to Jacob Nettey. The captain kept the ball in his stride, beat his marker and hit it to the man who had endeared himself to the Hearts faithful, Emmanuel Osei Kuffour. Kuffour picked out Don Bortey, who in turn picked out Ishmael Addo with a dink of a pass from the outside of his foot but it is the next few seconds that would turn the game on its head and probably change Ghana football in many ways. Addo, at his prolific best, allowed the ball to roll instead of hitting it the first time and dummied the keeper, Osei Boateng, with his first touch before he slotted in with brazen precision. As he wheeled away in celebration, the Kotoko goalkeeper was hitting hard on the turf in disappointment. He looked up and then to his bench. He had let them down, but it was simply a look that many goalkeepers had on after facing Ishmael Addo: downcast, crestfallen and unable to make a proper reaction. Addo went on to score again in the 81st minute turning a near defeat into a Pyrrhic victory for Hearts – a victory that has been placed way down in the memory of Ghanaian football fans due to the unfortunate events after. But that was just who he was. Ishmael Addo – the goal machine. Addo made the dream move from the now defunct Tema Hearts Babies, a thriving colts team then, to Accra Hearts of Oak in one of the most interesting deals in Ghana football. A total of seven players including Joojo Bossman, who later went on to win the Confederation Cup in 2004, were transferred to the club for ¢300,000 then (Now, GH¢30). That was a harbinger for thing to come for Hearts. A Tema boy through and through, Addo had gone through a colts system that meticulously made sure that players were at their utmost best before the step up. At Tema Hearts Babies, Addo was just a few years ahead of his future teammate, Benard Don Bortey. Tema had already produced a flurry of players who had gone on to give fans of Hearts of Oak joy in the late ’80s. Ablade Kumah, Shamo Quaye, Nanabenyin Crentsil and Paul Adjoda became the backbone of the famous ‘musical’ youth team of the early ’90s. Addo recounts the impact that team had on him in his decision to choose Hearts. “I will put the Musical Youth from back in the day as one of the best squads because when I was a kid, I heard a lot about that group of players – how they were playing good, winning and all that,” Addo recounted. The move from Addo was made in 1997 while he was still in his teen years but it wasn’t until two years later, in 1999, that the stars will align for him to get his chance. Addo made his Hearts debut on January 31, 1999 in a game against Liberty Professionals – an off-season game in a gala that served as a curtain raiser for the league season. Then 16, all he needed was 26 minutes to announce himself to Ghanaians. Hearts won that game 1-0. The pacey young striker would go on to score in 3 out of the 4 games in the competition Hearts won comfortably after beating Goldfields in the final. A week later it was the proper league season and many who had seen him in the previous tournament were hoping they could catch another glimpse of the boy wonder in the league. Hearts’ first league game that year was against Afienya United – a game Hearts won 4-1 and Addo had scored after coming off the bench to replace diminutive midfielder Charles Allotey. Three games into the season, the boy wonder had scored in all and has already begun grabbing headlines. The passage of time can blur one’s memory but it is important to note that it wasn’t all smooth sailing for Addo at Hearts. He had come into a fold that had the previous season’s goal king in Joe Fameyeh, Ousmanu Amadu – who many Hearts fans loved – the target man Ibrahim Mugu and Ian Acquah, who played a fringe but important role upfront for the Phobians. Addo particularly had to rely solely on his ability, his pace, his instincts and the trust from coaches Ofei Ansah and Archibald Lamptey who helped him hone his skills to develop into the well-rounded player we saw years past. In his debut season, he went on to score 16 goals. Hearts were league champions that year but the dose of success they were having wasn’t good enough for them. They wanted more and in the next, which is the club’s most successful year ever, they built a commandeering attack that had Charles Taylor and Bernard Don Bortey alongside Ishamel Addo. That team, which went on typically to win the Champions League, the Super Cup, the league title and the FA Cup, was the famous ’64 Battalion’ team led by the late Cecil Jones Attuquayefio. Addo says it was more about him then, the fighting spirit he instilled in them, than what their abilities could actually handle. “Jones always said you had to be selfish. He always told us to be selfish in the sense that we should not allow our opponents to play. That’s all we were doing. We never wanted the opponent to play but we wanted them to allow us to play,” he cited that as the hold Jones had on them. The years have gone by quite fast but Addo still holds those moments in high esteem. When I asked how all that meant to him, he just let out that very coy smile and said: “I will probably use one word. That is to say I was fulfilled. I gave my best and my all to them when I was with them so I think my job was done and I did a good job with them.” The year that followed Hearts of Oak’s treble year was to be Addo’s most prolific year as a striker. It was harvest season for him. He played with the disregard for convolution. He had one job; a job that required him to put the ball at the back of the net and he understood his duties more than anyone in the Ghana Premier League. Nicknamed Enfant Terrible, Addo went on to score 22 goals in the league – a record that still holds today, 19 years after. No one has come close. It is lonely out there but Addo says that record gives him so much joy. “It makes me feel special because the league was there before I was born and then there has been some records that were set before I came along. So having the opportunity to have a record of my own in the Ghana League, that’s something I will always be proud of.” In his first three season at Hearts, he had scored a staggering 57 goals. How does one win so much at club level and not replicate the same form for the national team? How does it work? What happened to him? In detail, Addo played 9 times for Ghana – a national blunder that can never be corrected. A travesty of justice. But was Addo up to the task? Did he believe in himself to do it for his nation? Addo believes he should’ve scored more for the flag. Maybe if he had involved himself a lot more it could’ve been a different but could he have scored more for Ghana? “Yes. I think I should’ve but then you know we had these big stars. We are talking about big strikers who were playing in the Black Stars back then were exceptional because we had Augustine Arhinful, all the big names. Actually I had my chances and I took them so I wouldn’t regret anything that went on,” he said with a voice that made you realize a bit of disappointment in there. “It was a different playing style because it is a different coach coming in and we had a different coach back at Hearts of Oak so it was something different,” he continued. Addo played briefly in France with Bastia alongside Michael Essien after leaving Hearts on loan before moving to Maccabi Netanya in Israel. The years that followed were just drowned in peripatetic moves to different clubs where he didn’t have any titular role. He recounts his time out there. “I will probably say I did quite well when I left Hearts of Oak because I went to Bastia for a year. It was a loan deal so after that, the coach has to leave and all that. Because you know in Europe, it is all about coaches that sign players. “It was a good experience playing in Europe and all that but you know the thing is, the level of quality of football in Europe cannot be compared to none because the development of football in Europe is far far advanced than what we had in Ghana and what we still have in Ghana. It is all about discipline, dedication and hard work. It is not easy to play in Europe. “I had all these three qualities and that was the reason why I had the chance to play in the UEFA Champions League.” He returned to Hearts in 2006 to try to re-launch what then was a frustrating career. Back at his old stomping ground, he returned to good form. Not quite the form he showed in his early, formative years but there was a lethal striker in there. One thing never changed though. His love for playing against arch-rivals Asante Kotoko. Addo and Bortey have scored the most goals (6) than any other Hearts player in the premier league era against Kotoko. Addo believes games against Kotoko were some of the toughest for him. “With those two teams, it is like the history has always been there. The competition has always been there so when those two teams are coming together, it is like,’ If you’re not going in to win, then do not even go’,” he said. Kotoko vrs Hearts games then were always so heated it ended in fierce battles on and off the field. “It is a shame to let Kotoko win and it is shame for us to let Hearts win so that’s where this mentality of wanting to win comes in,” he continued. In 2008 when the second stint at Hearts came to an end, he moved to India to play for East Bengal FC and then returned after two years to Wassaman United. The steam locomotive was grinding to a halt at this stage. Addo scored 103 goals in 124 appearances for his beloved Hearts of Oak. As freakish as this stat may seem, he added 4 league titles, 2 FA Cups, the CAF Champions League and the CAF Super Cup to his laurels. As a striker he won 3 Golden Shoe awards for being the top scorer in the Ghana Premier League. It is a shame the world did not see much of him. It is unfortunate he could not represent Ghana more. However great Ishmael Addo was in the Ghana Premier League, he is still Ghana’s biggest football ‘could have been’.   By: Yaw Ofosu Larbi — 3news.com source: https://ghanasoccernet.com/
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A couple weeks ago I received an email message with the subject line “Urgent Request !!!” The note purported to be from Adam Lashinsky, this newsletter’s weekday columnist, a man whose comminqu?s I am wont not to ignore. Yet I knew instantly, even before opening the note, that the composer was an imposter.
The tell: Three more exclamation points than I have observed the bossman ever having used !!!
Phishing, the attempted ensnarement of people’s personal information through fraudulent dispatches, continues to be one of the web’s great scourges. The tactic remains an effective means for spies to commit espionage, a lucrative pastime for criminals, and a nuisance to my inbox. Naturally, the practice is a highlight in Verizon’s 2019 data breach investigations report, a compendium of useful cybersecurity insights, published Wednesday.
Verizon’s useful report is based on an analysis of more than 41,000 security incidents and more than 2,000 breaches across many industries and companies. The data are culled from 73 data sources ranging from Palo Alto Networks, the cybersecurity firm, to the U.S. Secret Service.
Three findings from the report to call your attention to, all of which concern phishing:
Hackers are increasingly targeting top dogs. Senior executives were 12 times more likely to be the target of “social incidents,” including email phishing scams, than in years past. They were also nine times more likely to be the target of “social breaches,” meaning the unauthorized disclosure of sensitive information through social channels, such as via phishing, than in years past.
Money motivates. Financially-oriented social engineering attacks, which include phishing, represented 12% of all data breaches. Some miscreants sought to steal web login credentials, banking passwords, or credit card information; others urged people to wire money into coffers controlled by crooks.
Phones are a threat. Mobile devices were associated with 18% of phishing email clicks. People are often distracted when using their phones and are thus easier targets.
It’s obvious why hackers are turning their attention to senior executives. They have greater access to organizational resources and, when compromised, their accounts hold more sway over underlings. (Yessir, right away, Mr. Lashinsky, sir!)
John Loveland, Verizon’s global head of cyber strategy, offered another reason for the uptick when visiting Fortune’s office this week. “Executives are very busy. They’re flying through lots and lots of emails a day. They’re more likely to click on bad emails,” he said. “The bad guys are focusing their attention on where they think they’re going to get the greatest bang for their buck.”
A tip for your consideration. Have a conversation with your teammates, and let them know that they should always confirm your identity out of band--over the phone, or through some other means--before they wire money somewhere. Make it urgent.
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Boomerang oops. Chinese spies secretly obtained U.S. National Security Agency hacking tools and used them to attack American allies in Europe and Asia, the New York Times reports. The agents got their hands on the cyber arms prior to a mysterious group known as the Shadow Brokers leaking the weapons online in 2016, an incident that led to global, business-crippling cyberattacks by Russia and North Korea. The report is based on findings by cybersecurity firm Symantec, which believes the hackers captured the code on machines targeted by NSA hackers. For a skeptic's view, read this piece of commentary by Dave Aitel, chief security technical officer at data center firm Cyxtera and former NSA hacker.
Cambridge Analytica part deux? Facebook is suing Rankwave, a South Korean data analytics firm, which the media giant is accusing of failing to comply with its advertising and marketing policies. The alleged offender supposedly would not submit to an audit concerning its data collection and retention, which involved 30 or so apps for tracking and analyzing Facebook comments and "likes." Facebook wrote in a blog post that "we are sending a message to developers that Facebook is serious about enforcing our policies." Better late than never.
Take a picture; it will last longer. Ever, a photo storage app, has been quietly training facial recognition algorithms based on people's photo uploads. The company then offers to sell this technology to military, law enforcement, and private companies, including a deal it has in place with SoftBank Robotics, maker of the Pepper robot, NBC News reports. The company updated its privacy policy after NBC contacted it questioning the policy's clarity.
Who left the door open? Security researchers are debating whether the presence of a flaw in a cryptographic algorithm submitted for consideration to an Internet standards body by a Russian delegation was intentionally included or not. Was this bug an accident, or a covert attempt to insert a backdoor? It's unclear. The issue, while not immediately exploitable, could lead to an attack.
Hot wallet. Binance, one of the world's biggest cryptocurrency exchanges, disclosed this week that looters stole more than 7,000 Bitcoin, worth nearly $41 million, from its digital vaults. The company is covering customers' losses using an emergency fund it set up for just such a contingency, the "secure asset fund for users," or SAFU. The exchange also said it has begun conducting a security audit intended to patch vulnerabilities and root out hackers.
Giving whole new meaning to "jailbreak."
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Elephant graveyard. On the latest episode of Crazy/Genius, The Atlantic's technology podcast, the hosts interview Shoshana Zuboff, the author of The Age of Surveillance Capitalism (whose work we have written about before). She describes how technology companies are creating exploitative marketplaces out of people's personal data--including, in one particularly egregious example, the recording and storage of children's voices by Internet-connected dolls. Are consumers unwittingly toiling in the data mines for Silicon Valley's overlords?
"There is an important distinction to be made between labor and raw material," [Zuboff] says. These children are not working. They are merely living, and their lives are being strip-mined for data, as an elephant might be harvested for its ivory.
"What are we in this equation?" Zuboff asks. "We are not the ivory. We are not what is poached. We are the carcass that is left behind."
FORTUNE RECON
After GDPR Struggle, Are Companies Ready for the Next EU Data Law? by Robert Hackett
Chelsea Manning Was Just Released From Jail. Here's What Happens Next by Erin Corbett
The Questionable Future of Donald Trump's Department of Justice by Renae Reints
A.I. Can Now Read Your Thoughts--And Turn Them Into Words and Images by John Nosta
20% of Americans Have Bought Counterfeit Mother's Day Gifts by Laura Stampler
Microsoft Prepping New Tools to Fight Election Hacking by Dina Bass
Zuckerberg Should Be Held Personally Liable for Facebook's Violations by Adam Lashinsky
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Doxing. A freelance journalist and former NSA hacker have embarked on a project to obtain and publish government files related to early hacker history using Freedom of Information Act requests. They've raised more than $2,300 to cover their FOIA costs and have submitted about 50 requests so far, reports Motherboard. The files they're seeking relate to groups like Anonymous, LulzSec, the Cult of the Dead Cow, and others.
The venture is already bearing fruit: Here's an internal NASA report about the so-called WANK worm, a self-propagating computer virus that struck the space agency in 1989. A pre-WikiLeaks Julian Assange is believed to have had a hand in that hijinks, though he denies involvement.
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