For the heck of it, I decided to rewrite and expand on my idea of how Coran figures out dealing with Slav.

The multi-armed alien is curled in a tight little ball under a console in the Lions’ hanger when Coran finds him, having been tipped off by Yellow and the muttered sound of dire predictions.

A strange fellow this Slav may be, but he knows how to deal with the sight of someone having bad nightmares, and very gently taps a hand clamped over an ear with one of the cold bottles he’s carrying. “Easy, it’s just me,” he says when that draws a yelp and a frenzied attempt to curl up even smaller. “Come out of there and rehydrate before you sweat yourself to nothing.”

“I have only a twelve per cent possibility of being able to die of dehydration in my current condition,” Slav mumbles, but slinks out of his hidey-hole nonetheless. 

The bags under his eyes are pretty spectacular.

Coran gently waves the offered bottle in front of his face, and Slav eyes it suspiciously before snatching it and cracking the seal, sniffing at the spicy-sweet contents. “Belai? Why would you keep this in stock?”

He shrugs. “It’s a good idea to be stocked for everything,” he says as if that actually answers the question instead of dodges it, and pretends not to notice the very obvious change in the way Slav looks at him.

Maybe he answered more accurately than he wanted to. Oh, well.

He takes a seat on a mechanic’s stool and his slithery little drinking buddy clambers up onto the console and takes a swig. “More bad dreams about other realms?” Coran asks once Slav has had enough that the question won’t send him into a complete frenzy.

“Oh, my, yes. Always. So many. And the percentages of them happening are so high. There is a ninety-eight per cent possibility that our rescue mission on Rurikora will end with seven children dead and ourselves in captivity. Eighty-six per cent-”

“Slav. Have you ever tried not thinking about the likely timelines?” Coran asks, and Slav looks up from his bottle with a head-tilt that reminds him of Allura when she was a toddler.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, try imagining something completely outlandish. Like… Pidge becoming Queen of the Turimonquans.”

Slav blinks at him, then snorts out a barking noise that sounds like a laugh. “But that only has an-”

“Don’t tell me the percentage.”

“W-what? But you said-”

Coran thinks, tapping a fingertip against his own bottle. “Tell me… tell me what her coronation outfit looks like.”

And that, he discovers, is the secret. Never talk about the percentages. Percentages bring anxiety, and an anxious, stressed Slav is a bundle of nervous energy that drives the entire crew off the handle. 

So instead, every time Coran gets that itch up the back of his neck that means a certain alien is somewhere in the Castle having a breakdown, he quietly fishes a couple of bottles of Belai out of the cooling chambers, digs Slav out of wherever he’s hiding-

-and they talk.

About other timelines, mostly. Worlds that never happened, or have the slimmest chances of happening. But never in percentages. Instead, Coran always asks for visions, images, what Slav sees as his mind reaches out into those pathways that wind before and behind them.

“There is a timeline where we all really do end up becoming space pirates,” Slav says as he rolls his bottle back and forth between his paws.

“Yeah?” Coran takes a drink. “What are you wearing for your pirating outfit?”

“For some reason, I have many, many earrings. I do not understand. It seems very inefficient to have so many earrings.”

“Maybe it makes you look tough.”

“Hm. I have always wondered what it would be like to be the frightening-looking one for a change.”

“I don’t understand how you can put up with him,” Allura mutters when she notices the alien curled up peacefully beside him in a snoozing lump. “If I have to kick him off the piloting controls one more time, I’m going to scream.”

Coran absently pets an ear, and Slav mutters in his sleep, not about probability, but about energy sails and swords. “Just have to give him the right outlet, that’s all.”

Introduction to; GOT7!

Here’s another introduction post I’ve been working on! I hope you find it useful and if you don’t already know who GOT7 are, I hope it helps you get to know them a little better! {UPDATED ON: 2017.01.06}

Meet GOT7 / 갓세븐;

(Left to right; Jinyoung, Youngjae, Mark, Jaebum, Jackson, BamBam, Yugyeom)

GOT7 are a 7 member boy group under JYP Entertainment that contain not only Korean members, but Chinese, Thai and American members too. They first debuted on January 16th 2014 with their debut single “Girls, Girls, Girls” from their EP “Got It?” (we’ll get into all their singles and MV’s later!). GOT7′s fandom name is called “iGOT7″ or sometimes you will hear/see people say “ahgase” instead. This is a cute play on words or shortening of words in Korean.

I GOT7 =  아이 갓세븐
Ahgase = 아가새

Ahgase also means “baby bird” in Korean - and that just makes it even more cute ^^

So who are GOT7? Let’s meet the members below!

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For the first time, being with him made me forget about you. Even if it was for 15minutes, I forgot that you let go of me because he held onto me so tightly. I forgot that you purposefully sat away from me because he stood next to me so closely. I forgot that you ignored me because he wouldn’t stop talking to me. And I forgot that you never loved me because he whispered “I love you” in my ear so many times I can’t even count.
Now maybe slowly he will erase my memories of you.

Red Dragon Con III - Hugh Dancy

HE WAS ADORABLE ALL WEEKEND. And I will say this, I was a little worried about him this weekend. I just thought he might find the whole thing overwhelming and withdraw, but he was totally up for it. He loved it. And I couldn’t be more pleased.

I will say he also spent most of the weekend looking like he was about to cry (happy cry) and I was like, the moment he goes, I’m gunna go. Tip top level of “he’s definitely gunna go” was when Bryan mentioned his favourite line in the series is “It’s Beautiful” and mentioned that Hugh wrote it. And I physically saw him have to re-compose himself.


I will let you know I’m VERY hungover in his photo, and I expected it to be a million times worse. 

I gave him a Will lure, rules of disorder badge and stickers and bits.

I also got my playing cards signed (to be posted) a photo and my giveaway funko.

Who Will Save the Republic?

You have seen them on high, scurrying with great urgency between columns of marble, the clicks of Armani-heeled favor seekers never far behind. You have heard them in the past few days, saying they are “troubled” or “disappointed” about the latest assault on democracy from the White House.

They know enough history to get this: Donald Trump is the first president in history whose campaign has come under federal investigation for collusion with a hostile foreign power. And now the person heading that investigation, the F.B.I. director, has been fired.

We’re looking for a few good men and women in Congress to understand the gravity of this debasement. We don’t need more parsing about the bad “optics” or “timing” of Trump firing the man who could have ended his presidency. We need a Republican in power to call it what it is: a bungled attempt to obstruct justice.

And the tragic part is that Trump is likely to succeed, at least in the short term. The person he chooses for F.B.I. director will never assemble a prosecutable case of treason that leads to the doorstep of this White House.

The courts can do only so much. They can block orders that violate the Constitution. But they can’t be real-time truth seekers in a moment of real urgency. As for Ivanka Trump, the supposed sane person in an insane White House, she has only so many whispers into Daddy’s ear that will be listened to.

Thus, it falls to a half-dozen or so Republicans to heed the words of a man whose statue they pass every day in the Capitol. “Even if you’re on the right track,” said Will Rogers, Oklahoma’s gift to American gab, “you’ll get run over if you just sit there.”

As it is, they’re getting run over. Things that never happened before now happen with such regularity that the numbing and the dumbing down can make a rational human inert. Trump is a tutorial in Daniel Patrick Moynihan’s observation about “defining deviancy downward.” Here is a man who doesn’t share basic democratic values, who uttered nearly 500 lies or misleading statements in his first three months in office, and it has all become mere background — the screen saver of this presidency.

The civilized world was recently appalled at Trump’s outreach to tyrants from North Korea, the Philippines and Turkey. This week, we find out that the family of the president’s son-in-law, Jared Kushner, offered Chinese business owners a path to United States citizenship if they invested in a Kushner property. And a White House visit of Russian political operatives was closed to the American press. We needed Tass, which is to Vladimir Putin what Fox News is to Trump, to provide official documentation for that meeting.

The Trump White House makes gangsters look more civilized, and organized. With Trump, as with most outsize characters in fiction or real life, character drives action. He’s a lifelong charlatan, a con man, a habitué of bankruptcy courts. He thinks this will blow over — everything always does. He’s off to Europe soon, the rogue man out. And that photo with Pope Francis will surely make people forget the chaos back home.

But the truth will out. The journalism of the past few days — those labeled Enemies of the People by Trump now doing the people’s work, as envisioned by the founders — has been extraordinary.

It’s obvious that Trump fired James Comey because he was getting closer to the truth of what happened with Russian manipulation of the American election. His advisers say an enraged Trump screamed at the television when this story would not go away. “Russia, Russia, Russia,” Kellyanne Conway said, sounding like a “Brady Bunch” brat complaining about “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia.”

Trump’s assertion that Comey told him three times he wasn’t under investigation has yet to be backed up and looks like another bogus Trump claim, if not a violation of Justice Department protocol.

So, we turn to a handful of people in Trump’s own party to do something courageous — to do the job they were sworn to do. Trump was at 38 percent approval in Gallup’s tracking poll on Thursday and 36 percent in a Quinnipiac survey — both historic lows at this stage in a modern presidency. These numbers may stiffen the spines of some Republicans in Congress.

The Irish Undertaker, Paul Ryan, is a lost cause — and increasingly looks like a bystander to the multiple-car wreck happening before him. The Senate leader, Mitch McConnell — whose wife, don’t forget, is in Trump’s cabinet — is also sitting this one out.

Call out the names: Senators John McCain and Jeff Flake, Richard Burr and Bob Corker, Ben Sasse and Lisa Murkowski. They have committees and investigators at their disposal. Their party impeached Bill Clinton for lying about sex. The least they can do is demand some accountability of a man whose entire presidency is a lie.



Cute Bat Anatomy (abatomy) Facts that would be interesting in a Master design?

  • Bat feet are “backwards”!! ie, the “bottom” of the foot faces frontwards. Also their wings are attached to their feet; the membrane goes down their legs. Also their feet are adorable (see below).
  • They have such a huge variety of facial features…. I can’t even begin to choose which ones to post, but if you do some Googling you’ll see what I mean!!! Like ten billion different noses… so many different sizes of ears….. bats are so varied-looking and it’s fun to think about the Masters having that kind of facial diversity.
  • Most bats can’t actually walk, with the exception of some vampire bats. I don’t really know how a species that pretty much exclusively flies around in the High Wilderness would have evolved the capability to support their weight on two legs in Earth’s gravity, but the Masters (well, at least Spices) are confirmed to walk on their feet, so… I don’t really know where I’m going with this? Just a weird thing that occasionally plagues me. Anyway. Look at this vampire bat taking a stroll.

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  • They love pressure, and being wrapped in things… it makes them feel secure, and that is why all bats are autistic, and also why the Masters need hugs. I will give them hugs. Maybe it’ll make them less cranky.
  • When they’re calm and feel safe (and are in a position where they won’t fall down) some bats relax one leg!! It’s very cute.
  • Can you tell I really love bats

Headcanon: Percy has 8 or 9 earrings edging one ear. The reason is as follows:

*he was definitely a giant whiny prissy snobby baby about getting his ear pierced for the whisper earring, it is uncomfortable and uncouth and NOT SUITABLE 

*Scanlan Never Forgets this

*So in the not-to-distant future, a bet is proposed with another earring as the forfeit of Percy loses 

… And of course Percy never met a deal or dare he could walk away from

… And of course Scanlan wins

*And the next time, well, just because he lost last time doesn’t mean he’ll lose THIS time, because by god Percy is clever, he’s the smartest person in any room, he knows the angle this time! 



*Many earrings

Bad Luck Lion Around, MLB minific

Based off of this-
I said I’d fic it so dammit I’m gonna fic it!!!!!
Adrien was very confused. Why did he have to have a photo shoot with lions??? Well, more specifically, lionesses. He shrugged and did the shoot, and figured that was that, and the giant tame cats would go home and he’d go back to his cold, empty house.
Then the lionesses went missing. He had been on his way to the park, bored yet actually allowed free time, when he heard the growling. He tensed up, and slowly turned around to see the six lionesses from before, each staring at him with twitching tails and tense body language.
He yelped in panic when they pounced.
Marinette wasn’t sure if she should panic or laugh at this ridiculous scene in front of her. She’d been walking through the park around sunset for fashion inspiration when she’d heard the short, panicked scream and a lot of loud thumping, and then… purring?
She’d gone to investigate, and had skidded to a stop at the sight that greeted her in the park treeline. “Adrien? What happened to you?!?” Marinette yelped, shocked.
Adrien looked at her helplessly from a giant puddle of huge beige cats that were currently nuzzling and purring and draped all over him. “I honestly have no idea?!?” Adrien whisper yelled, making a pained face as the main lioness that had him pinned licked the back of his head and ruffled his hair. Marinette tried extremely hard not to giggle at the sight of her crush being treated like a tiny kitten.
“Okay okay, don’t move, I’ll see if I can find their handler? They obviously aren’t wild… maybe I can get Ladybug!” Marinette told him, making a ‘stay there’ motion with her hands before dashing off. Adrien huffed from under a large paw on his stomach. “Yeah, not really going anywhere.” He grumbled, wincing as a soft rumble was followed by another head lick.
Adrien blamed Plagg for this. Him and his Chat Noir bad luck. Not only was he being cuddled by a pride of lionesses, apparently every cat in the city had joined in on laying on top of Adrien, anywhere they could reach. Strays and house cats, kittens and adults alike flocked to him and settled in, purring and nudging him and his hands ached from stroking so many ears and backs.
Ladybug, when she arrived with the lion handler, outright burst into hysterical laughter at the sight of him drowning in fluff. “There weren’t this many before!” He wailed, as a tiny black Bombay kitten purred from her perch on top of his head. A crowd had actually formed, not getting too close because of the lions, but close enough to take pictures and videos.
“Chat Noir would get a kick out of this.” Ladybug giggled as she cleared away some of the cats, the lion handler calling the reluctant lionesses away from the teenage boy. Surprisingly, Adrien almost didn’t want the giant cats to go.
For the first time in a long time, he’d felt… loved? And warm, and protected, and safe. But he held his tongue, instead choosing to cradle the stray kitten that had been on top of his head the whole time in his arms. She mewled and purred, big blue eyes blinking up at him.
Funny, that tiny black kitten was the second best thing to happen to him that day. He got to keep her, actually. It made the house a little less lonely.
He named her Bluebell, after the lead lioness and for her blue eyes.
It made living around the house more bearable, too. So much for “Lion around.”
I am done, I am satisfied, life is great and the moon is shining ;) and yes, the pun at the end is intentional. Fight me.

Creature of Habit (XMEN) (smut)

Request: 13 with Angel (Warren) from the Xmen please + Archangel from Xmen apocalypse smut

Note: smut duh, dirty talk, readers mutation is more physical than anything; they have large patches of scales all over body and like kind of like a lizard? Quick reflexes, flexibility and ability to grow limbs back. That sounds weird af but I like it.  Also, I really enjoyed this.

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Okay so smut warning, there’s no actual imagine it’s just … I’m confusing myself right now. So stop reading if you aren’t comfortable with the sex or smut. If you are comfortable, then read ahead!

Illya Kuryakin:
- Definitely think that Russian baby bear likes to be on top.
- I have this thing that Illya is so nervous about sexual acts. Like it would be so easy to make him blush and act awkward about it.
- He would be so gentle, like he would go slow and make sure that you aren’t hurting.
- And you’d just be screaming harder because he’s a little too caring.
- you pressed against a wall and your legs wrapped around his torso
- grinding against his crotch while in the bathrooms at a restaurant
- moving your hand slightly to rub up and down his thigh in a public place
- gradually leaning closer and breathing on his neck
- illya having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and whispering follow me
- moaning in Russian
- griping onto your body
- loud noises of the headboard banging against the wall
- giggling at how loud he groans
- loves hearing you shout his name

Napoleon Solo:

- Well, in the movie he literally yells bottomwhile him and the KGB babe is running into that big building so … I think it’s fitting that he’s name is cowboy because he likes to be ridden.
- definitely likes shower sex
- he likes doing you in the … behind
- has a thing for having his hair grabbed
- shamelessly fucking anywhere e.g bathroom stalls, change rooms, etc.
- he’s really loud and likes grabbing at you
- whimpers when he really likes it
- so many hickys
- ear biting
- neck biting
- biting anywhere
- leaving read hand marks on your bum cheeks
- likes hearing you whisper dirty things in his ear when you’re out
- loves lingerie
- loves being so intimidate with you because he cares so much about you

Movie night

Title: Movie night

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Word count: 1.376

Theme song: Ed Sheeran - Kiss Me

Request: A One-shot movie night with Kai that turns into a cuddling/spooning session with a lot of fluff?


Sorry anon for it took me so long to write it! Hope you all will enjoy it!

Hugzzz and kisses! xx

“Kai. I am not going to watch that. We need something else.” You shook your head and furrowed your brows.

“Why? Are you scared?” He laughed as he waved in the air “The Conjuring“ DVD.

“Why would I be?” You laughed nervously when actually you were afraid of that. You were afraid of all scary movies. And he perfectly knew that. “What an asshole best friend I have.” You said silently to yourself but your word wasn’t unheard.

“Asshole?” He raised his eyebrows and stepped one step closer to you. You huffed and opened your mouth.

“Yes. You are an asshole.” You breathed out and tried to hold back your smile. And it was not easy thing to do.

“You will regret that.” He says and jumps on you quickly. He starts to tickle you until you gave up and gave him a proper apology.

“I am sorry my dearest friend Kai. I won’t ever call you like that because you are nothing like that.” You try to not laugh as you say these words.

“I think I can forgive you.” He bites his bottom lip so he could hide his smile. But in the end you both ended chuckling from each other.

After a few movie ideas you decided to watch romantic movie. It was called “Love, Rosie”. Kai put DVD on and sat beside you. You ate your popcorn and shared it with Kai.

After few minutes you already regretted that you decided to watch this movie. Why? Because you were a lot like the main actress. Just like her you were in love with your best friend. You sighted heavily as you looked from a corner of your eye to Kai. He was smiling like a child and completely lost in romance on the screen. You slightly smiled to yourself and when Kai turned to you, you felt a little flustered. He smiled wildly as you hide your face from him.

“Are you alright?” He asked cheerfully.

“Yes.” You said silently and played with your fingers. But seemingly Kai wasn’t happy with your answer.

“Oh yes?” He asked like he did not believe in you.

“Yes.” You mumbled almost to yourself.

“And why I can sense that you are lying?” You felt as a little grin showed on his face so you lifted your head to check it. Yes. He had a small grin on his face just like you thought and that made you somehow uncomfortable. Your eyes fell on your lap again.

“You are seeing things. I am alright.” You bite your lip inner part.

“I will start to tickle you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.” He tried to look playful but you heard a small concern in his voice. You sighted heavily and closed your eyes.

“Well… I think I fell in love.” You blurred out and jumped from your seat. “I am going to my room. I am about to fall asleep anyway.” You faked a yawn and were about to fly to your room but he grabbed your arm and held it tightly. When you looked at his face he was tense and worried. His breath was unsteady.

“With whom?” He whispered looking straight to your eyes. You quickly looked away from him.

“You don’t know him.” You told while trying to avoid the sight of his beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asked and there was a disappointment in his voice. You just nodded and still didn’t look into his eyes.

“And now tell me that while looking into my eyes.” He asked gently and pulled you to his lap what was really unexpected for you. You sat on his knees and now your eyes were locked with his. A lump stuck in your throat and you weren’t available to speak as tears started to form in your eyes.

“Y/N…” He whispered gently and hugged you warmly. As he wrapped his arms around your waist you wrapped your hands around his neck. “Shh… Don’t cry. Why are you crying?” He asked with desperate voice.

“Because he… The guy that I am in love with will never love me back.” You said while crying and he hugged you even tighter.

“Is he stupid or what? Who wouldn’t be in love with you?” He tried to smile but failed at it.

But you didn’t answer to his question.

“C’mon, Y/N. Tell me his name and I will teach him a lesson so he will know that no one can hurt you and get out of it easily.”

You just shook your head and pressed to him closer. It was hard for you. You were afraid to lose your friend and you knew that after these words would leave your mouth you could never get them back. Everything would change. He wouldn’t look at you the same.

“Please.” He begged you in suffering voice but you shook your head again. After few moments of silence he asked you again. But this question made you to freeze.

“Y/N. Can it be… Can you possibly be in love with me?”

A breath caught in your lungs. Your grip on his shoulders loosened and you put your forehead on his shoulder. None of you were talking for at least few minutes.

“So it’s true.” He said with some kind of relief but you couldn’t hear that because of your fear of losing a friend. A really dear friend.

“Just forget that. Forget. I don’t want to lose you. I promise you that I will kill this feeling just don’t shut me out…” You pleaded as tears started to form in your eyes again.

“Kill this feeling? I would never let you do that. My sweet and innocent, Y/N. You can’t even imagine how much happy I am at the moment.” He pulled you even closer and hugged you tightly. You listened to him and tried to understand what he was talking about. Kai? Happy about your feelings?

“What does it mean?” You asked silently as you were afraid that you heard him badly or misunderstood him. Does he really could like you back? Could he return your feelings back? Your head bas buzzing with stupid little questions that only he could answer.

He laughed silently and pulled you back a little so he could see your face. He was smiling and his eyes were sparkling from happiness.

“I could tell you but it would take me too many words. Let me show you.” He grinned and pulled you back to him. His soft lips pressed to yours and you were melting in his embrace. You were shocked but the happiness that you felt were a lot bigger. You acted quickly and wrapped your hand around his neck as you deepened this smooth kiss. When you both ran out of breath you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. And you both were smiling. Then he looked through your shoulder and laughed. The main characters were kissing too.

“Guess we are the same as they are. Just it didn’t take as so many ears to reveal our feelings to each other.” He smiles widely at you. You giggled and hugged him again. Kai took your soft blanket and wrapped you both into it. “I think from now on, this movie will be my favorite.” He was still smiling and you just couldn’t take your eyes off from him. Kai gently brushed your hair with his fingers and kissed your head. “You made me so happy, Y/N. I can’t even tell you how I am feeling now. That can’t be described in words.” He whispered into your hair. You warmly smiled at him.

“I think I know what you are talking about.” You said silently while closing your eyes and put your head on his chest.

“Are you tired?” He asked you silently too.

“A bit. And you?” You yawned and rubbed your cheek to his shirt.

“Me too.” He smiled and pulled you closer. You loved it. You loved his closeness to you.

“You think we can sleep here?” You asked in tired voice but you were still smiling.

“Yes. It would be perfect.” He kissed your hair and you let yourself fall asleep in his warm and safe arms.

Crimson Hearts

Summary: It’s year 2124, and falling in love with Jeon Jungkook is now a deadly crime. 

Characters: Jungkook x Reader (you)

Genre: smut/angst/fluff, just a little bit of everything

A/N: The pilot fic to “Colors”, a compilation of BTS in dystopian worlds. i hope you guys enjoy it, and pls give it lots of love~ thank you to @taehxyung for taking the time to read this and giving me feedback (: ILYSM

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At age six, you learned that boys and girls were different.

It was the first day of entering the academy, and you clenched the straps of your backpack so firmly that your knuckles strained white, your palms slick with anticipation and periodic surges of anxiousness. You shuffled nervously amongst the group of other children, lifting your head up at the creak of the door hinges as a tall, willowy woman emerged behind the entrance. Her shadow created a dark canopy on a few boys’ faces, appearing almost menacing. She peered out over the edges of her spectacles, the lens and frames polished to a spotless shine, at the small bodies who stared back at her with wonder and curiosity. Clearing her throat, she plastered a mannequin like smile across her cheeks as she made her announcement.

“Welcome children, I am your teacher for the year. You can call me Miss K. Now, if you will please come inside and take a seat at a desk, boys on the left of the room and girls on the right.”

The children streamed into the brightly illuminated classroom obediently, small fingers tugging lightly at their clothes and pulling on their backpacks as they carefully settled into seats.

“Why are the boys and girls separated?” A slightly chubby boy asked, his puzzled gaze guiding Miss K’s eyes right to his head of chocolate brown curls, her stare judging enough to nearly sear a hole in his skin. But the heated gaze soon melted away into a stomach churning grin, bright lipstick contrasting prominently against her olive colored skin.

“Because, sweetie, boys and girls are different, and different things are not to be mixed together.”

She swiveled on her heels and quickly strode to the front of the room, a piece of ivory colored chalk balanced between two fingers. Long, cursive print appeared on the board with the flicks of her wrist, spelling out the single, clear state motto that was then too incomprehensible for your young mind, but would eventually trace you even to the ends of hell.


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OH GODS. So many points. But the most important plot point at this time is Lat’s death. Her identity as ‘Oracle’, the SI:7 agent had reached too many ears, so it was time to reset. So she abandoned everything she knew as Latilda, reached out to an old Warlock connection and had them transfer her soul into a catatonic quel’dorei named Highstryder, then Rook killed her body in a public place. So she became Athena, the nameless, enigmatic agent under Director Rook.

Unfortunately, a certain Warlock-rogue leaked her alias to the wrong people, and so her work is starting to fade on her, offering a new series of challenges and opportunities. Where does it go from here? who knows.

@ex-spectra for Corvidia and @warlock-rogue for mention.

a tip tho idk if this applies anywhere other than where i live: always get ur ears pierced at a jewellers. a doctor doesnt really know how to do it precisely. thats why so many girls have their ear piercings closing after a few years. i got my ears pierced by a jeweller when i was 7 and tho i wear earrings like… once every three years the piercings have never come close to closing