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[myymi]

Batten couldn't stop the gasp she let out as she tried to ignore the wet feeling in her eyes.

She knew that kid had an explosive side to him, but she never thought it would've ended like that.

The bat was ready to fly straight over to the crater Sails' bomb had left, but a big, purple paw on her chest stopped her.

She turned to find Catfish looking at her sadly. His large ears were folded against his head as he numbly shook his head, turning around to return to the task at hand.

Batten glanced between the cat and crater, fighting with herself on what to choose.

She hesitantly flew after Catfish, quickly swiping at her eyes. She knew she didn't show it in the best way, but she loved that kid. She had practically raised him on her own before they stumbled upon Dread, Black Rose, and Catfish.

She didn't think losing him would ever really impact her. Losing people never had before. But despite it all, tears continued to gather no matter how many times she wiped them away.

She was more attached to Sails than she even realized. But it didn't matter anymore, did it?

Sails was gone.

Batten would never get to give him another flying lesson ever again. She'd never get to snatch away his sea dog when he stopped paying attention to it just to end up giving him her own one anyway.

She wouldn't get to have another quick spar with him, having to learn how to work around his gizmo. She wouldn't be able to sit on the mast to watch over him after he curled up for a nap in the crow’s nest.

They were all little things, but it was their little things. It was things she enjoyed doing with that little fox, one of the few highlights in their otherwise boring, repetitive lives.

But now they were gone and Batten’s world grew darker. Her cheerful sunrays the kit gave her were now blocked out by the cloud of dread that settled over her body at the realization she lost what was probably the most important thing to her.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had cried.

Batten lost Sails. And it felt like a piece of her died with him.

[concerned-essail]

Have you heard there are half bloods in the guards?! That’s right—Essail whose blood is mixed with Toplanders! What is Lord Ravion thinking? Will these halflings corrupt us all?

Half-bloods in the Guard? I have heard the whispers, yes. Some call it corruption, others call it change.

If true, then Lord Ravion’s hand is bolder than any of us guessed. To let Essail mix their blood with Toplanders — and then put blades in their hands — it could mean two things: A dangerous gamble that invites weakness into our ranks…or the first crack in the walls that keep us divided.

But let us be plain: a different face in uniform does not shift the hand that holds the leash. Whether Essail, or half-blood, the Guard still marches to the will of the same masters.

Do not be fooled. A changing of the Guard is no changing of the order.

[abe-reporting]

There's a quick, yet powerful, knock on Abes door.

Only, when opened, no one is there. Just a container of soup, still hot and ready to be eaten with the accompanied spoon (Which looks like a dinosaur!)

On top of the container is a note.

'So that you don't starve. Hope you like broccoli cheddar!'

Abe can't help but raise an eyebrow at the knock, wondering who it could be. "Yeah, come in."

Except no one does.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he gets up to open the door, thinking they didn't hear or he's being pranked again. What he isn't expecting to see is a lone container filled with... soup? Picking it up, a slight huff of amusement leaves him at the spoon before he's reading the note.

Normally, he would be weary of anything left unattended outside his door unless it was an official package, but... he had a feeling of who it's from. And he skipped lunch. And he does like broccoli cheddar.

"Hm... nice of 'em." He grumbles before going back into his office.

[otpcompendium]

your prompts got me back into writing after months of feeling unmotivated !! could you do some news reporters/anchors AU prompts? 💗

That’s so wonderful to hear! I’m glad I was able to help you get back to it :)) And absolutely!

1. A finally get put on the networks big morning news show, but the catch is that they're paired up with B, a new hotshot anchor that A absolutely hates working with.

2. After B finally gets assigned the evening anchor position they've been wanting, A won't stop making a big deal out of it in the office and everyday life. Though B is embarrassed by the attention, they appreciate A's support and genuine excitement.

3. A and B get paired on an exposé story about a corrupt company/politician, and have to go undercover together in order to get the information they need.

4. Newsroom researcher A gets leaked some anonymous information that changes B's whole story, and brings it to reporter B to figure out whether or not the source is reliable and what to do.

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[clever-and-unique-name]

“I lost my childhood from the age of 2. The basic parental lessons of love, kindness, trust and safety were never mine. Instead they taught me about betrayal, physical and mental pain, guilt, corruption, deceit, lies and hate. I knew that I was unable to change that as a child I was isolated from all that is normal like friendships and birthday parties, sleepovers and day trips...Yet I knew from a very young age that I needed to be different. I am now happy that my life broke the pattern of destructiveness and torment which was inherent through my family. I broke the mold and this validates the person that I am, and continue to become. I want to make a difference. I know I can't change the world but I would like to make a difference to just a small corner.

After many years of therapy for D.I.D, I am on the final leg of my journey. We have succeeded in developing a beautiful pink boat that I use for my beautiful family. Some are no longer needed in everyday life, they can go and play on the boat, they are safe there, it is out to sea so no one can harm them anymore, they can get off by using a ladder that transports them. They have new jobs, new roles, new opportunities, new friends…..some like the tranquillity, some like the safety, some grumble up the corner, some play with the soft toys and some have teddy bears picnics, others have important jobs, keeping the pretty flowers safe and others looking after the cute rabbits and small animals. There are still some to go on the boat and some will never go, I use them throughout the day. I have cooperation with those that I need to get me through my long days as a manager, teacher, mother and volunteer. I still switch regularly throughout the day, Liz drives for me, Carol gets me to the office, Laura does majority of my teaching for me, Bebe goes to boring meetings for me, A.J disrupts my working day and cause mischief like any other 7 yr old! I don't ask her to come in she just gets bored! Finally there is L.J a lively child, a reflection, the keeper of all knowledge, the mother to many, the responsible one, the adorable one, my favourite, whom without my life would be terribly boring.

My alters and their portrayal of my emotions/feelings provide me with a sense of love, a strength of character, a wisdom about anger, a sensitivity to suffering, an appreciation of responsibility and guilt, a pervasive happiness (generally). Was I like this 5 years ago? No, I had no understanding of my feelings and emotions but through understanding my individual alters I have established their role in my emotions and so can use this to my advantage most of the time. The biggest help in our journey? Our therapist. Not long ago she made us something special to help with our EFT and EMDR, a tappy bear! a gorgeous soft teddy that she had sewn buttons onto all the tapping points for EFT so that my main child alter could teach all the children how to relax. My beautiful alters are finally learning effective management of their stress and anxieties.

My life is now a journey, I am almost always scared, scared of so many things, but I get up in the morning, look in the mirror and think...I am a survivor of the most awful atrocities, I survived 13 years of trauma, the least I can do is survive another day. So I tell my family of many, that I love them, sometimes individually, I give out a kiss to those that need it or a little hug and then off we go into our day. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and less frequently now I end up in bed under the duvet, doesn't mean I failed that day, just means today wasn't the day to carry on up the path on the journey, it was a day to stand and look behind me at where I have come from, or to simply look at the flowers and the view.”

[askuncle]

Where ever did Thrush get those official looking pictures of Illya and Napoleon that they seem to distribute to some of their higher ranking employees to carry around in their pockets? Also do they make them carry pictures of all important UNCLE agents or just those two? (idk who to address this question to, Thrush itself? Or does anyone at UNCLE know?)

The photos were taken to Thrush by a defector from U.N.C.L.E. We have photos of all U.N.C.L.E. agents working in New York in 1965. But that would be too much paper to carry around, so, we distributed them among our employees that were the most likely to meet said agents and I think, some of them treat the pictures like trading cards.

[myymi]

rouge: hey foxboy~ i need your help finding someone, but you cant ask questions

tails: okay, you can't either

rouge: fair enough. so his name is sebastian bernstein and-

tails: got it, here's a hard drive with his full name, age, address, and workplace.

rouge: ..how did you find that in two seconds

tails: no questions, rouge

rouge: of course, my bad

tails: don't tell anyone, especially sonic, that you got it from me

rouge: my lips are sealed, foxboy

[myymi]

14?

imagine getting roasted by an 8yo

“I take it from that sigh you didn’t enjoy your little meeting with the Commander?” Tails’s ears flick at the voice. He smiles when he realizes who it belongs to.

“Does anyone enjoy even being within five feet of him?” He asks as he looks over to grin at the white bat.

Rouge lets out an airy sigh as she shakes her head, her ears flopping from the soft movement. “Not at all, Foxboy. C’mon, let’s go get lunch together so you can get it out of your system before going back to Blue. My treat, considering you just paid my boss.” She waves her fingers to tell the kid to follow her as she walks down the large corridor.

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