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Siuil a Ruin

Series list here (two prior parts), Main Masterlist here.

Word Count: 4,376

Hello everyone! This is the finale for the short 3-part series I wrote for our lovely pink-haired cadet, Koby. I began it just as I loaded the poll up, feeling a particular way about completing the little series to get into the swing of it! I had a feeling I could pump out two before the year drew itself to a close. Next up: Mihawk x Warlord!Reader.

Song Accompaniment: Siuil a Run - Ella Roberts

Warnings: Drinking, kissing, flirting, singing, fluffy

The pink-haired cadet panted slightly at your ministrations before seeking your lips out once more with his own. While unbreaking this new and passionate entanglement of lips, he swiped your arms from atop his silken hair and brought his right hand up to cradle your face. Walking with the kiss forward, he spun you and shoved you gracefully against the pub wall. You gasped in surprise at this sudden display of dominance as he continued to press rough and desperate kiss after kiss against your lips, jaw and scatter them down to litter your neck with a flurry of passionate caresses.

Fluttering open your eyes in shock, a gentle gasp of surprise fell from your parted lips. Eyes glazed over, you enjoyed the feel of his body flush against yours in this sudden display of passion. You remained blissfully unaware of your surroundings, only being brought back as the doors of the pub flew open to reveal a small bustling group of regulars exiting from the door; drunkenly repeating the verse of the final song you sang as they stepped lightly down the steps.

As soon as the interruption occurred within the whisper of your memory, you were in turn brought back to reality with the call of your name from the joyful face of Hamish, the resident father of the ‘Merry Mellifluous Quint’.

“C’mon lass, keep up,” Hamish hushed a small reprimand at you, unbreaking in his strumming of the bouzouki to keep the accompaniment of the two vocalists currently joining in perfect melody and harmony. Saoirse, Isla, and Lauchlan continued to joyfully join their voices to the rhythm of the tune while dancing in synchrony atop the wooden banister of the stage you had travelled to.

Throughout the months, your band had grown in popularity exponentially. Flyers, pamphlets, posters, collectables, and many den-den-mushi calls had managed to spread the word of your five-piece band like wildfire flames through a feathered pillow factory. You were commissioned by sailors, shipmen, marines and even pirates to perform to the best of your ability; said ability being showcased with the production of even more flyers, pamphlets and den-den-mushi calls.

No matter how many performances you executed, nor the merging flurry of faces within the well-dressed and attuned sea-travelling men; at the small shine of a brass button atop the whitened breast of a marine’s jacket; your mind fled to the kiss you shared with the pink-haired cadet. It seemed no matter how many months passed from your embrace against the pub wall, you continued to feel the ghost of his kiss against your parted lips whether you were sleeping or waking. You had not entertained the idea of another man or woman approach you for courtship; your heart truly singing for the cotton-candy haired, circular spectacle-wearing cadet.

Shaking your head slightly from your illusionary kiss, you drew a smile to plaster itself joyfully against your lips and flung yourself into action. You joined with the tune, your voice dancing amongst the other wielders of vocal mastery. The belled anklet attached to your left foot jingled melodically along to the step of your feet, dancing in of itself along with your movements. You joined your gaze with Hamish, offering him a partial apology with the quirk of your bottom lip to cringe your teeth to the righthand side of your face. He shook his head at you, offering a small huffed laugh as he kept up his bouzouki playing.

As the crescendo of the melody drew itself to a close, the five of you took your bow. An uproar of applause rose to sing their praises to you all, vocal hollers and loud finger-whistles joined the clatter of joy amongst the clapping of hands. The amassment of marines at this base were particularly fond of your performance, many calling for another encore to draw your entertainment to a complete close. As you had already run out of songs to produce, and your exhaustion began settling in after performing several extended encores now, Hamish turned to you from his position standing beside you.

“I can barely feel my fingertips,” he grunted out a laugh, “they’re numb from the strum.” Giggling at his poetic comment, you placed a comforting arm against the widower’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I think it might be time to call it,” you whispered, nodding in confirming your own exhaustion. Turning to the other three members of the band, you all shared a look to indicate you were all completely done with your performance. As you raked your eyes once more over the crowd and Hamish sucked in a breath to call to the crowd; your own breath caught within your throat as your irises met with the broad, crinkled smile of a familiar pale-haired Vice-Admiral of the marines. His crow’s feet were prominently displayed atop the apples of his cheeks, his teeth all borne to the light with his lips enthusiastically singing praises of his own.

You immediately placed a firm hand atop Hamish’s chest to halt his final call, unbreaking your eyes from Vice-Admiral Garp’s location as you did so.

“What is it? What’s the matter?” Hamish’s eyes widened at your expression. Following your gaze, his lips parted and a light sigh exited his mouth at trailing your train of thought. He drew his strumming hand over to collect your wrist, and squeezed your hand in comfort. Chuckling, he uttered; “I could do one more slow one for you, lass.”

He stepped back behind you, nodding to Lauchlan and tapping his right foot in a slow beat; he plucked the strings of his bouzouki and winced through the numbing sensation it brought to his fingertips. Lauchlan beat his bodhran gently, nudging his twin sister Isla to draw out her hurdy-gurdy and lead the introduction of a new song you had worked hard on crafting. Upon the draw of the first tone of the mechanical strings, Saoirse drew out her tin-whistle and followed the melody line of the tune.

Smiling, you flung your crafted words of longing into the audience; in turn silencing their praises with your whispery voice. As your melody increased together, so did your heart sing its longing for the marine you had held months prior. You chose to close your eyes, focussing on the words you desired to relay onto the crowd with your haunting melody.

Your voice echoed in the silence, painting the air and atmosphere with your melodious intensity. Both Isla and Saoirse joined your melody within the swell of the lyrical chorus, the men choosing to remain silent with their voices to not break your enchanting call with their baritone vocals. Although you were not certain the prick of the ears the melody was intended for were present, you knew without a doubt his mentor was.

Reopening your eyes, you met your gaze with the crowd before you. All marines were held bewitched by your romantic ululation with their eyes firmly fixed on your own. To not break them from your enchantment, you chose not to scour the crowd with your hopeful eyes in search for the young cadet.

As the swell of your voice drew itself to a close, two blue eyes remained unblinking and wide beneath a headband and circular spectacles. At the sharp prod of an elbow jabbed against his ribs, Koby immediately snapping out of his daze to glare up at the towering figure of Helmeppo beside him.

“I told you, didn’t I Koby?” he taunted him with a slight tone of mocking. Koby scowled at the words of his peer, turning back to watch the performance of the Merry Mellifluous Quint.

“Perhaps you could finally add this little melody to your repertoire,” Helmeppo stooped lower to tower over Koby’s smaller stature, “while you’re doing sword drills with Bogard, you could even romance him with the serenade.”

In the months of distance falling between the two of you, Koby’s heart only ever swelled at mentions of you or your travelling group of minstrels. At each town Garp’s vessel was drew closed against to make port, he would halt his movements at a glimpse of the troop of minstrels’ faces lying plastered amongst the various wanted posters littering the many walls. He had even managed to get his fingers on a few records crafted of the Merry Mellifluous Quint, his favourites of the bundle were always where he could hear your voice featured more prominently.

His gaze was completely transfixed by your melodical lilting, his heart was almost screaming with its beaten rapidity for your eyes to meet against his. Wide, hopeful, anxious, and frantic; he continued to press his eyes firmly against your form.

You were just as beautiful as the day he first saw you, albeit your hair had gotten a little longer and your stage clothes were of finer make. His gaze fell to his uniform; looking to the variety of medals he had acquired in his training under the instruction of Garp and Bogard. A small air of anxiety washed over his chest, his heart rampaging against his ribcage at how much he had truly sprouted in his time absence from you. Would you still recognise him as the lowly cadet you shared a kiss with? Now with his rise in rank, would you offer him a similar fondness for him? Would such fondness for him be as strong as his was for you? Had you-… Had you moved on? Would you love him? These were the thoughts violently flinging them in waves against the cranium of the pink-haired marine.

“Shows over, Koby,” Helmeppo broke him from his circling thoughts with a firm grasp of his right shoulder, “Garp said he’s shouting us the first round at the tavern.” Koby snapped his gaze towards his peer, face completely serious and brows stooping lowly against his forehead. Helmeppo sighed, shaking his head at Koby’s apprehensive withdrawal.

“Fine,” Helmeppo rolled his eyes, Koby was sure, from their position below his eyewear, “If I can guarantee your little minstrel will be there, are you coming?” At that final jab, Koby immediately flung himself to the gravel road leading to the tavern Garp suggested taking a tankard or two at. Helmeppo laughed heartily at his action, a wide smile spreading across his lips as he trailed after him with equal enthusiasm.

Although the uproar of laughter was surrounding you, joyful glee fleeing from the lips of your four companions in response to an utterance of a marine close by, your eyes remained fixed on the swirling amber liquid sloshing at the bottom of your tankard as you clasped it within your fingertips. At the utterance of your name from Lauchlan, you rose your eyes to pierce them against his two green orbs.

“Stop behaving like such a sour-sop! Your voice tonight was amazing,” he commented cheerfully. Nods and ‘here-here’s were uttered from the surrounding crowd around the troop. You allowed a small smile to pull at your cheeks in response.

“Thank you, Lauchlan,” you nodded at him, tucking your hair behind your ears as you shoved the cascading strands behind your back to rid its presence in front of your face. Sitting next to you with another very vocal sigh of comfort and plopping several freshly poured tankards on the table, Isla nudged your shoulder and presented one of the metallic canisters in front of you. Seeing the playful glint in her eye, you drew your gaze to the widow in front of you who was currently engaged in a conversation with a marine officer at his side.

“I-…,” both you and Isla drew out an elongated emphasis of a common vocal melody, prompting Lauchlan and Saoirse to join in on the enunciated “I.” Hamish’s eyes widened, looking immediately to the four of his young proteges, immediately clutching one of the metal canisters.

“Don’t, you lot! I’m not ready!” He reprimanded you, smiling at you as he laced his fingers within the handle and drew the tankard up to his lips. Sharing one final look as you drew the “I” to a close, you began your melodical taunt.

“I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish is our friend,” you could barely contain your giggle as Hamish began to touch his bottom lip to the brimming foam atop his tankard with haste, “I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish drinks in ten, nine, eight-,” the four of you were laughing as you watched him struggle to gather heaped gulps of the amber liquid into his mouth, “-seven, six, five, four,” Hamish continued to struggle against the haste of the songs conclusion, “three, TWO, ONE!”

Hamish struggled to claim the bottom dregs of his tankard in time, coughing and sputtering in his haste to drain the liquid. You all laughed full heartedly at his struggle, drowning the final dregs of your first tankard with a smile plastered against your lips.

“Oh laugh it up, lass,” He nudged you while cleaning up the spluttered liquid pooling at his chin, “I’d like to see you do any better!”

“I’ll take you up on that challenge, Hamish!” you laughed, claiming the handle of one of the tankards and drew it up with a mischievous glint in your eyes. The familiar chorus of the “I-…” drew itself from not only your troop, but the surrounding marines littering the perimeter of the circular table around you.

“I like to drink with,” your name was scattered amongst those among you who knew it personally, the others just hummed out terms of endearment in their haste to watch you drink, “‘coz you are our friend. I like to drink with,” again, your name escaped the unfamiliar marines’ memory, but was mentioned by your troop of musicians, “because they drink in ten, nine, eight, seven-,” you tried as you might to not laugh at the amount of attention this action was drawing to you.

The door to the tavern opened, two young marines stepping into the tavern to witness you drowning yourself gleefully in ale.

Hollowing your throat, you managed to completely drain your tankard and place it upside down against the wooden, circular table before the crowd could even think the word “three – Are you joking? Who taught you that?” Hamish’s voice boomed over the rest of the gathering.

“You did, you old goat,” you laughed at him after you caught your breath. The table roared in joyful laughter at your comment, leaving Hamish scratching his chin thoughtfully with a nod of his head; uttering, “Aye, that I did lass.”

Cheers called at you, the firm hand of Saoirse clapping to your shoulder in respect to your drinking ability, prompting you to wave them off with a gesture of your hands. You wiggled against your position atop the barstool, swinging your legs over to the side to make your exit from the table. “Where are you going, love?” Lauchlan asked you, his brows furrowing in thought. You shot him a winning smile while continuing to exit the barstool.

“I’m going to celebrate my victory by getting another round, did you want one?” you laughed. Nodding enthusiastically, he drew his tankard to his lips; prompting his fiancé to begin a chorus of “I-…,” making him hastily consume the beverage with eagerness.

Too fixed on watching the interaction of Lauchlan and Saoirse amongst the marines and your other two band members, you stumbled your footing against drawing them to the floor from the high stool. You shot your hands out to clasp the closest thing to steady yourself against.

Although no halt in music, chatter and gleeful enthusiastic drinking had paused in any way; the world around you silenced as you were spun to a low stoop within the arms of an almost overeager marine. The world moved slower, your hair became untucked from behind your ear to dance over your shoulder from your dipped position within the firm grasp of-.

“-Koby?” your voice squeaked from your almost dance-like cradled position against the torso of a freshly medalled marine. You instinctively raised your hand up to find the smoothed cheek of the pink-haired cadet-. Your mind halted, your train of thought stopping within itself.

His eyes were wide, raising you slowly and steadying you on your feet. His expression was unreadable, his eyes widened slightly at your immediate presence drawn against him for the first time in months. Your lips were parted, cheeks flushed in embarrassment at your stumble. Caressing his cheek, your enthusiastic smile halted its rise against your cheeks. Immediately your mind raced with a thousand miniature and colliding thoughts.

He didn’t think of you. He’d moved on. He’s so beautiful. He’s not interested in you. His lips are so inviting. His eyes are as deep as the seas you’d travelled in your time apart. He’d never sought out communication. He hated you-.

“You’re here,” he whispered, circling your waist with his other hand and pulling you flush against his torso, “you’re actually here.”

“Is it really true?” you smiled again, joining his other cheek beneath your vacant palm and firmly moving his face beneath it to test his tangibility, “I thought I’d never see you again- mmmf!”

Your thoughts were silenced by the firmly pressed lips of the marine you had longed for. Months of pent up emotion, passion and anxiety falling from each other in enthusiastic waves as your lips collided against each other. All gasps from your parted lips, almost whimpers fleeing from his lips amongst his relieved groans; as your hands began to travel and roam each other’s forms.

“I thought about you-,” he gasped against your lips, trailing his eager mouth down your jaw to whisper in your ear, “-every single day.” You felt a cry of joy escape your lips, the bittersweet reunification of you and your marine drawing so many emotions from your form.

“You have never once fled from my mind,” he continued, showering your cheek and neck in a flurry of kisses, “not once, my love.”

“Nor you mine,” you sighed, your eyes falling half-lidded as you drew your arms up to circle behind his neck, “I was always seeking you out amongst the crowd. I- oomhf!” you squeaked as he hoisted you upwards, drawing his kiss-stricken lips against yours; both mouths swollen from the amount of pressure you pressed against one another.

“My love, I-,” Koby’s words halted in his mouth as the dawn of your reality cascaded back towards you. Wolf-whistles, cheers and rhythmic thumping of firm hands were joyfully egging you both on to continue your embrace. Immediately, a warmth spread against both of your faces; eyes widened and frantic at your own unbridled action. Upon placing you back onto the ground, Koby’s eyes immediately drew themselves against his co-apprentice’s naked gaze. His visor-like glasses had fallen to the floor, alongside his jaw lying perpendicular to the linoleum beneath his feet.

“S-So,” Helmeppo stuttered, addressing his peer, “you weren’t exaggerating when you said she liked you.”

“Good for you, lass!” Hamish’s voice boomed again from the table, prompting you to bashfully hang your head with a warm smile drawing itself against your cheeks. As if you both had the same train of thought: beginning at your pinkie fingers hooking together, you both laced the entire set of your hands against each other while keeping your eyes fixed on the ground.

From the corner of the room, Bogard leant over to utter into Vice-Admiral Garp’s ear in a low tone, “There was no accident at choosing this port, was there sir?” Garp drew his tankard to his lips, a smile twinkling at his crows-feet to playfully ignite his lips as he consumed the beverage.

“No, it was certainly no accident,” Garp uttered in a similar cadence after removing the tankard from his lips, “Hopefully this spurs him to train harder.”

“And in a similar hope,” Bogard smirked, “perhaps he’ll get a line of communication going to contact them from time to time. Get more melodies for him to haunt Helmeppo with.”

“Agreed,” Garp confirmed with a similar smirk.

Koby rose your laced hand up to his lips, a small and apprehensive caress of them joining tenderly against your knuckles, you tilted your chin slightly to gaze coyly from your eyes.

“Can I get you a drink?” he whispered quietly, “From memory, I think it’s my round next. Also, I have something for you.” Your brows knitted in curiosity, turning your body completely to face him.

“What did you-,” your words were halted once again at the presentation of his cadet’s hat from its place within his satchel.

“You can wear it when you perform, if you like. I-I-,” his words were halted again as a rosy blush again rose to his cheeks, “-I saved it for you.” You gasped, a cheerful smile rising once more to litter your lips with naught but sunshine. Koby immediately melted, his sigh escaping as you bobbed your head down lowly for him to place the object against your crown. He slowly placed the hat atop your head, never breaking his laced fingers from their place within your own.

“I’ll treasure it always, my love,” you sighed, raising from your stoop and placing your hand once more against his cheek, “And in turn, the song I last performed was crafted for you. All of my soul was within that piece, my heart laid out within its words. I don’t know if you managed to catch the performance.”

Koby took a moment to silence his rapidly beating heart, taking his bottom lip within his teeth to stifle his nerves. After breathing slowly, he raised his voice slowly to sing your own words back to you. Your heart soared high as his melody carried him, the rhythmic pattern beating painfully hard within your chest.

He was singing your soul back to you, his untrained vocals carrying a hesitancy as he sang. It moved you, body and soul; emotion pouring from your face as your lips parted in a daze. As he completed a small portion of the song, his face flushed again at watching your expression.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very good, but I mmmfh-!” you couldn’t allow him to finish his words, drawing him in for another passionate kiss. You furrowed your brows, claiming his entire body against your own by tugging at the collar of his marine jacket. His eyes were wide, darting between focus on your closed eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of your joy, smiling himself into the kiss as his eyes once again fell shut.

You were his, and he was yours once again; calls and cheers echoing within the tavern at your romantic expression before their attention was once again drawn to the table the Merry Mellifluous Quint members. A familiar echoing voice of Lauchlan began a drawn out tone of: “I-…,” encouraging the marines and his musical partners to draw in their own vocals. Hamish’s eyes widened as he witnessed all those surrounding him fixed on his face.

“Wait, not again!” He cried out in panic.

“I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish is our friend. I like to drink with Hamish, ‘cos Hamish drinks in TEN, NINE, EIGHT-,” the voices all joined in melody, panic and frantic fingers searching the table for a single drink in response to the jovial taunt.

“I haven’t even got a drink, fellas! Someone remedy that, quick!” Hamish again cried out.

Both you and Koby couldn’t hold your laughter against each other’s lips, drawing yourself away from each other’s faces to fling your laughter amongst the crowd. You allowed your fingertips to once again find the small, pink curls at the nape of Koby’s neck and massage your fingers against his scalp. He groaned into your touch once his laughter stifled, prompting your glazed over, half-lidded eyes to once again fall to him.

“Yeah, go on. Laugh it up, kids,” Hamish said, his acquired drink spilling itself down his shirt for the second time today, “You, pink-haired marine that’s holding my beautiful vocalist,” Koby’s back straightened at his addressal.

“Yes, sir?” Koby’s reactionary salute prompted him to remove himself fully from you. Hamish chuckled at his maneuver, waving off his call to him.

“You don’t have to unhand her, she’s not mine to order about,” his chortle prompted the remainder of your troop to join in with their cheerful laughter, “but be fair warned, marine-.”

“-Koby,” you corrected the widow addressing him with a stern warning in your tone, Hamish presenting his palms up and tilting his head in response.

“Koby, then,” he corrected himself, “you’re up next.”

“W-What?” Koby stuttered out, seeking your eyes with his surprised gaze. You reacted quickly, thrusting Saoirse’s full beer into his hand as you began joining in with the echoes of the beginning of the call: “I-…”

Koby didn’t hesitate and rose the liquid to his lips immediately, prompting laughter to erupt in the tavern at his hasty relinquishment of the amber beverage within his throat. Your eyes glazed over as your sights met with the heavy gulping bobs of his Adam’s apple as he downed the liquid.

“Good grief, lad!” Hamish called out to you, “we haven’t even started the stupid melody yet!”

Koby placed the empty tankard against the table upside down, his smile rising to his face as his cheeks flushed at the rapidity of the alcohol pooling in his belly.

“That was nice,” he praised the flavour of the alcohol while circling your waist with his hand. He drew you in close to him, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “Do you fancy another, or would you like to walk with me a bit?”

You giggled at his words, looking over to your band and nodding your farewell to the four of them for the evening. Koby sought out the awaiting eyes of his mentors, them raising their glasses to him in dismissal for the evening.

“Let’s go, marine,” you purred your voice at him, removing his hand from your waist and claiming his palm against your own. Instinctively lacing his fingertips once more within your own, he began tugging you towards the exit of the tavern to see where the night would take you both.

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iobartach · 5 months ago

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haven't made a ramblings post in a while 😶 sooo i reckon, with aus on my mind, i'll put together a lil' list , in case folks would like some bite-sized details at a glance below.

anddd just before i proceed, i wanna point out, since i'm a glutton for storytelling ( <3 ) in addition to verses / aus, i also have story arcs! I call these chapters, and you can find out more info here!

now, on to business! ;

the next stage ; based on the [prototype] games; miguel got bitten by a hunter and now he's a walking, talking biohazard 👍 ( well, more than usual...)

the talk of the town ; marvel / earth-928 based; early days miguel, out here work for A.lchemax by day and fighting evil corporations at night. a.k.a.home 🏠 , in the days before he went looking at the multiverse

father knows best ; more or less a horror au / 'what if' ; miguel found another gabriella. but it ain't wholesome in the slightest. 💀

cross the rubicon ; marvel / earth-928, but this time, with dimension hopping! ; miguel's main verse. everything atsv related happened within this verse exclusively. is also the default choice for crossovers with non-marvel chars!

a hero gone astray ; based on overwatch; miguel is a geneticist involved in a program that aimed to surpass the achievements of SEP , thanks to a revolutionary gene imprinting technique that he invented. it's left him as a marked man.

a small cog in a big wheel ; corperate!miguel / cyberpunk 2077 based; your classic dystopian au, a.k.a, if miguel had never gained powers / became the s-man. alchemax is the default corpo, and for cyberpunk 2077-specific threads, will be a mix of arasaka / biotechnica, as needed.

man out of time ; marvel / earth-616 based / modern day; a slight twist on an actual spider-man 2099 comic book plot; mig's stuck on earth-616 / 'in the present day', cut off from 2099 & the spider society, so he returns to crime fighting. the majority of interactions with mcu / other media / marvel comics muses will fit into this!

ravenous hunger ; bleach / zombie au; miguel crossed paths with a quincy, and became zombified. it's left him with an appetite he cannot satiate. so he's asking anyone he can for help with a cure.

fighting like a man possessed ; kengan ashura based; miguel is a fighter that represents alchemax at Kengen matches.

life processes ; jurassic world based ; miguel is a geneticist working InGen, on Isla Nublar.

running out of options ; based on overwatch; after a horrible accident left several dead and miguel as the sole survivor, he believes that his life can't possibly get any worse. that is until he learns of his brother gabriel's kidnapping, and what he must do in order to rescue him; join Talon, or else add another death to his conscience.

valour in the void ; marvel / ratchet gladiator / deadlocked based (extension of main verse!) ; sort of a side plot, this time! miguel is captured and dropped into a series of gladiator-style challenges, where heroes are forced on pain of death to compete and fight for their survival. all in front of thrillions watching live from around the Shadow Sector

death is not the end ; based on the villains series ; upon surviving a near death experience following an accident in the laboratory, miguel has never quite felt the same. and to make matters worse, he happens to grab the attention of a man that seeks to claim the lives of those who didn't die when they were supposed to.

a fresh lick of paint ; auxiliary / companion verse; unique in that it's more of a wardrobe change, rather than an actual au. basically, if this verse tag is on a post, then it will denote that miguel is in fact using his armoured suit (full details here!)

ceiling crawler ; based on the bioshock series; set in rapture. miguel is the prototype spider splicer!

a deal with the devil ; marvel / earth-928 / symbiote au ; when investigating an incident, miguel becomes bonded with an unnamed symbiote.

infected world ; based on the resident evil series; here, miguel's work, in addition to genetics, leans into virology as well, and still oversees the Corporate Raider Program. except, in this version, it is Alchemax's attempt at 'immunising America's finest against the most prevalent viral strains of the time'. and made more difficult still when the same guy you trust to run the project becomes infected himself....

endurance of pain ; historical / mythology inspired verse ; miguel is the son of the great goddess, the one who endures.

spilling of blood ; marvel / earth-616 / vampire hunting ; miguel is caught up in the events of Blood Hunt , and helps to free New York from the control of vampires. also used for any Eternal Night Falls based plots, plus generic vampire plots as well. (also, quick reminder, miguel is not a vampire himself!)

united action ; based on doctor who series ; miguel is a multiverse expert and works with U.N.I.T. to investigate unexplained phenomena.

complete chaos ; based on the borderlands series; miguel's a hyperion stooge. 'nuff said.

the final pin ; pro-wrestling au ; miguel forms a tag-team with his brother gabriel, going from promotion to promotion

each strand of silk ; based on league of legends / arcane series ; miguel is the acolyte of a soul devouring spider god. don't ask him about what happened in the Shadow isles.

baron with sharp teeth ; marvel / earth-23291 / Battleworld ; a version of miguel in which he is both the CEO of Alchemax and the leader of the Avengers

#ooc #ramblings #lmao i spent WAY too long on this #but hi my name is nix and i love crafting plots and stories and what-not <3 #if any of the links are messed up i'll fix them later

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sku1led · 3 months ago

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─── ♱ #𝗦𝗞𝗨𝟭𝗟𝗘𝗗 ; an extremely selective portrayal of river winslow — a 25 year old record store clerk, formerly known as iris bishop, missing since ‘95. an oc crafted for the fandomless verse. mature themes such as; substance use, mentions of death, foul language, violence, nsfw themes and imagery will be present. minors & personals dni.

─── carrd [wip] , playlist , board , psd ; sawbonesources

#𝓛𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘠 𝑨𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘓𝘈 . 19 [8/13] , she/they , based in türkiye .

#BLOGS;

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genesis tozier | ♯ghostface!au

isla wu-moore | ♯side

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#𝓮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 ⁰³ / ²⁹ / ²⁰²⁵ ♩

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drekkavac-moving · 10 months ago

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𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏: 𝙅𝙐𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙄𝘾 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆.

Pictured. Anya Barnes , Raptor Behavioralist on the job in the new Utahraptor enclosures being tested with Pack A.

Anya and Jamie were born , and raised on Isla Nublar. They went to the mainland sometimes ... but the family spent most of their time in the park. Growing up , they quickly discovered how DIFFERENT their lives were from other people , and decided very young that she wanted nothing to do with what she deemed to be a boring normal life. Besides ... Why would she want to live in some boring city when she could live on an island with DINOSAURS.

With both of her parents HEAVILY involved with the workings of the park , the island became their playground and school. She learned history and grammar and even math , but a lot of her schooling took place OUTSIDE and in close contact with the creatures that lived there. Being a bright young child , she quickly developed a facination with some of the species that had managed to come close to recreating ... It set her on an OBVIOUS PATH towards a career in animal behavior. She tested for her Diploma and graduated two years early before shipping off to the mainland to attend University.

Always having a LAZOR FOCUS , she hardly had the time or more so ... the desire to engage in too much of college life. Wanting to get out of there so she could go back home and start her career. During her time off , she would take the ferry home to be with her parents , and also utilize her access to MENTORS that worked at the park. Upon graduation , it took less than a day to pack up her apartment before heading back home , where she'd finally be able to continue on with her dream life.

Pictured. ( first row ) Anya Barnes consulting in one of the Operations Headquarters , and Anya working on site on construction of a new enclosure. ( second row ) Taken from Instagram , a photo of Anya's Jeep gifted for her graduation , and a photo taken when she first moved into her first house on Isla Nublar.

VERSE NOTES.

She works as a BEHAVIORALIST with a couple different raptor breeds , but specializes in Utahraptors.

She lives on a private property on the island. It's a small two bedroom Bungalow in the outter areas of the island where employees can live. It's secluded from other living spaces for privacy. Closest to the Raptor Enclosures.

While she has a motorcycle for IF she ever goes to the main land ... Her choice of vehicle while on the island is a Jeep that was given to her as a graduation gift when she graduated college and returned to the island.

She has a dog that lives with her at her home , who is a Cane Corso names Clyde. He stays at her residential property , and NEVER is brought anywhere near the other dinosaurs of the park.

In her spare time when she's not working ... Which is a very rare thing , she likes to bake , garden , and go on hikes around the island. She likes to take her friends who visit on hikes to really pretty destinations. She also loves camping.

#║▌ verse. 05. i prefer my prehistoric coworkers.. // jurassic park.#║▌ if you knew what i knew you would be angry too. // headcanons.

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uselessdevice · 1 year ago

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MEGAN ADAMS.

FACECLAIM: Saiorse Ronan. AGE: 17-18. GENDER: Female. OCCUPATION: Aspiring Veterinary Student. SPECIES: Human. SEXUALITY: Straight. NATIONALITY: American. EYE COLOUR: Grey. HAIR: Shoulder length, light brown. HEIGHT: 5ft 6″. SCARS: One on her right forearm from a dog bite acquired when she was seven. LANGUAGES: English. ZODIAC: Virgo, September 20th. SKILLS & HOBBIES: Reading / Doodling / Volunteers at a rescue centre / Medical knowledge (animals) / Math / Singing. MEDICAL: Penicillin allergy.. CONNECTIONS: Deirdre (step sister) written by @hvbris. Sam (step sibling) written by @collidingxworlds. Lavinia (step mom) written by @hvbris.

BIOGRAPHY

Men weren’t to be trusted. Not a single one. And that extended, so Megan was told by her new step-mom, to her dad as well. Always a quiet but intelligent girl, a little shy, Megan was already wary of talking to boys as she entered her teenage years, but this was reinforced when Lavinia came into her life.

Along with her came Megan’s step-sister, Deirdre, a little older and lot more confident. Wanting very much to get along and not cause any ripples in the household, Megan immediately looked up to her new sister. Even if Deirdre resisted her every attempt to do so.

All her memories of childhood were happy ones, right up until her mother’s death, but Lavinia was determined to turn Megan against her own blood. The turning point came when Megan found out her Dad had cheated on her Mom while she was sick. The seed was planted, now watered. Men weren’t to be trusted.

When Lavinia finally poisoned Victor Glass, taking the life of her second husband, Megan was shaken, torn by her emotions and her loyalty to her dad. But he’d betrayed his daughter and his previous wife.

Didn’t he deserve it?

VERSES

Main A seemingly ordinary and shy girl harbors terrible secrets about her family.

The Hunger Games Born in District 1, Megan had never been like any of the Careers , never interested in volunteering her life for the entertainment of the Capitol. Reaped for the games at 17, she went from a life of secret bloodshed to an arena of chaos, with her step mother drilling in the need for Megan to make her proud and elevate the family.

Jurassic World The lucky winner of a student veterinary placement at Isla Nublar, Megan never expected to actually be chosen. It was a dream come true, a chance to start off her training and later career with a bang. The plan was to live and work at the impressive Jurassic World park for six months. But the island had other plans.

#like a long scream out there always echoing ; megan adams #& hvbris & collidingxworlds ; blood is running deep some things never sleep > the adams family #megan aes #megan ; main v #megan ; hunger games v #megan ; jurassic world v

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smqazi · 4 months ago

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UAE BUILDING A RELIGION, NEW ISLAM, AN INNOVATION (BID’AH)

UAE Building a Muslim Jewish Christianity unitarian religion, A NEW ISLAM?

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Abu Dhabi

The Abrahamic Family House (Arabic: بيت العائلة الإبراهيمية) is an interfaith complex on Saadiyat Island in Abu Dhabi inspired by the 2019 Document on Human Fraternity.

Christians are free to worship and wear religious clothing, if applicable. The country has Catholic, Eastern and Oriental Orthodox along with Protestant churches. Although Christian women can marry Muslim men freely, marriage between Muslim women and non-Muslim men is forbidden.

A building constructed or used for this purpose is sometimes called a house of worship. Temples, churches, Mosques, Gurdwaras and synagogues are examples of structures created for worship.

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What's Right with Islam - Harvard Unitarian Universalist Church

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ENJOIN WHAT IS RIGHT AND FORBID WHAT IS WRONG.

AMR BIL-MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘AN-IL-MUNKAR, AND DO FULFILL YOUR COMMITMENTS.

Under the order Amr bil-Ma'roof and Nahi 'an-il-Munkar, it is my duty as a Muslim to advise all Muslim Brothers and Sisters to do GOOD and refrain from doing OTHERWISE.

The believing men and believing women are allies of one another. They enjoin what is right and forbid what is wrong and establish prayer and give Zakāh and obey Allah and His Messenger. Those - Allah will have mercy upon them. Indeed, Allah is Exalted in Might and Wise. NOBLE QUR’AN, CHAPTER (Surah a-Tawbah, 9, Verse (Ayah) 71

Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala says in the NOBLE QUR’AN, Chapter (Surah) al-Isra' Verse (Ayah) 34:

And do not approach the property of an orphan, except in the way that is the best, until he reaches maturity. And fulfill [every] commitment. Indeed, the commitment is ever [that about which one will be] questioned. NOBLE QUR'AN, 17:34

MY SHEIKH ADVISED ME NOT TO MAKE A PROMISE, BUT IF YOU DO, PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU FULFILL YOUR PROMISE, ASAP.

THE CHOICE IS ENTIRELY YOURS, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

UAE BUILDING A RELIGION, NEW ISLAM, AN INNOVATION (BID’AH)

UAE Building a Muslim Jewish Christianity unitarian religion, A NEW ISLAM?

Jun 16, 2021 — The three-building complex was designed by architect David Adjaye, and “captures the values shared between Judaism, Christianity, and Islam” ...

Architect Sir David Adjaye

The Abrahamic Family House's design, by Ghanaian-British architect Sir David Adjaye, captures the values shared between Judaism, Christianity and Islam, Jun 15, 2021

Abu Dhabi

The Abrahamic Family House (Arabic: بيت العائلة الإبراهيمية) is an interfaith complex on Saadiyat Island in Abu Dhabi inspired by the 2019 Document on Human Fraternity.

A building constructed or used for this purpose is sometimes called a house of worship. Temples, churches, Mosques, Gurdwaras and synagogues are examples of structures created for worship.

Place of worship - Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Place_of_worship

Web results

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Missing: unitarian | Must include: unitarian

A church, a synagogue and a mosque planned together for ...

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Sep 23, 2019 — 20 to unveil plans for a church, synagogue and mosque on Saadiyat Island in Abu Dhabi. The three houses of worship will collectively be ...

Mosque, Synagogue and Church Being Built Together in Abu ...

https://www.newsweek.com › ... › Judaism › Christianity

Sep 24, 2019 — Plans have been unveiled for the Abrahamic Family House, a sprawling interfaith complex in the United Arab Emirates' capital city.

What's Right with Islam - Harvard Unitarian Universalist Church

https://uuharvard.org › Services

Jan 24, 2016 — Do Americans know that Islam, Judaism, and Christianity all share roots in the story of the biblical patriarch Abraham?

Christianity in the Middle East - Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Christianity_in_the_Mi...

Converts to Christianity from other religions such as Islam, Yezidism, Mandeanism, Yarsan, Zoroastrianism, Baháʼísm, Druze, and Judaism exist in relatively ...

UAE's first official synagogue to open in multi-faith complex in ...

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Sep 21, 2019 — Construction on the United Arab Emirates' first official ... Other official non-Muslim places of worship in the country include Christian ...

BUILDING BRIDGES: A WORLD RELIGIONS PROGRAM A ...

https://www.uua.org › files › pdf › buildingbridges_...

ENJOIN WHAT IS RIGHT AND FORBID WHAT IS WRONG.

AMR BIL-MA’ROOF WA NAHI ‘AN-IL-MUNKAR, AND DO FULFILL YOUR COMMITMENTS.

Under the order Amr bil-Ma'roof and Nahi 'an-il-Munkar, it is my duty as a Muslim to advise all Muslim Brothers and Sisters to do GOOD and refrain from doing OTHERWISE.

Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala says in the NOBLE QUR’AN, Chapter (Surah) al-Isra' Verse (Ayah) 34:

MY SHEIKH ADVISED ME NOT TO MAKE A PROMISE, BUT IF YOU DO, PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU FULFILL YOUR PROMISE, ASAP.

THE CHOICE IS ENTIRELY YOURS, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

END OF THE STORY!

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mainsvein · 11 months ago

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¿Viste a SEO SOOJIN frecuentando Main Vein? Oh, no, te equivocas: se trata de AZURA GEO. Este residente de Arcadia Bay es originario de GALES y, al igual que otres VAMPIROS, se gana la vida como DIBUJANTE DE WEBTOONS.

¡Bienvenide a Arcadia Bay, FUIT! A partir de este momento, tienes VEINTICUATRO (24) HORAS para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje. De precisar más tiempo, no dudes en acercarte. ¡Gracias!

FUERA DE PERSONAJE —

❦ APODO: fuit ❦ PRONOMBRES: cualquier pronombre ❦ EDAD: +22 ❦ ZONA HORARIA: gmt -3 ❦ TRIGGERS: ❦ EN CASO DE UNFOLLOW, ¿ESTÁS DE ACUERDO CON EL USO DE TU PERSONAJE COMO PNJ POR LA ADMINISTRACIÓN?: en este momento digo que si, pero me gustaría que me preguntasen previo a su uso como pnj

DENTRO DEL PERSONAJE —

❦ NOMBRE COMPLETO: azura geo

❦ FACECLAIM: seo soojin

❦ PRONOMBRES: ella / suya

❦ NACIONALIDAD: galesa

❦ OCUPACIÓN: dibujante de webtoons

❦ FECHA DE NACIMIENTO: 6 de noviembre de 1997

❦ CUPO (SÓLO SI APLICA): cupo I — control de los animales

❦ PODERES SECUNDARIOS (MÁXIMO DOS): piroquinesis y manipulación de los sueños

VAMPIROS

❦ año en el que se convirtió en vampiro: 2020

❦ ¿cuál es su historia de vida? ¿quiénes eran antes de llegar a arcadia bay? ¿siempre vivieron aquí? cuéntanos un poco quién es.

i. vida familiar resulta difícil de explicar hacia los demás, teniendo múltiples hermanos, pero ser la única hija de la relación de su padre y su madre. siempre se sintió asfixiada de la realidad y de los rumores que escuchaba, los nombres por los cuales la llamaban en el colegio. su solución se presentó cuando decidió mudarse con su madre y su esposo a gran bretaña, dejando corea a la corta edad de 8 años. su realidad cambió radicalmente en tierras europeas, la oruga solitaria había pasado a ser una mariposa social, la gente no conocía quien era totalmente y si le llamaban por nombres al menos no era por algo que le doliera. cuando se encontraba en la escuela secundaria había decidido cual era su futuro, estudiando japonés de forma regular y con todo su esfuerzo solo porque quería asistir a la universidad de artes de tokio, con dedicación y apoyo de sus figuras paternas lo había logrado. hoy en día es una talentosa pintora y artista visual. a menudo crea obras que reflejan la dualidad de la vida, mezclando elementos oscuros y luminosos en sus piezas. si bien tiene un gran amor por el arte tradicional y lo ejerce como hobbie, a veces, pero su trabajo se encuentra en las novelas visuales. ii. luego de su graduación de la universidad había regresado a su hogar en la isla anglesey, pero había cierto encanto en vivir en otro lugar. comenzó a verse a sí misma como una nómada, suele quedarse largos períodos en casa de sus padres en gales, pero cuando puede tomar un avión y disfrutar de un nuevo ambiente, lo hace junto a su perrita llamada mariposa. le apasiona aprender sobre otras culturas, formas distintas de ver un mismo mundo. iii. ha adoptado el hábito de realizar pinturas al aire libre durante las noches, aprovechando la oscuridad y la quietud para inspirarse en sus creaciones. se inspira frecuentemente en la mitología asiática para sus obras de arte. Incorpora simbolismos y criaturas místicas de las culturas orientales en sus pinturas, creando piezas que mezclan lo antiguo con lo contemporáneo

❦ ¿por qué decidió acercarse a main vein? ¿cuál es su opinión sobre la salida de los vampiros al mundo, más conocida como mainstreaming*?

en uno de sus tantos viajes había caído en estados unidos, donde no sabía que se vería congelada en el tiempo. al principio la idea de ser vampira le había resultado graciosa, hasta que descubrió que se estaba presentado para algo real. main vein la recibió como su primer refugio cuando no sabía que hacer con su nueva inmortalidad y decidió quedarse allí porque había una inseguridad en regresar a tierras europeas y no sentirse ella. respecto al mainstreaming se siente conflictuada por razones completamente egoístas y superficiales, pero cree que debería haber sucedido hace décadas.

#main vein: formulario aceptado.#especie: vampiro.#cupo: i.#poder: control de los animales.#fc: seo soojin.#user: fuit.

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yo-sostenible · 1 year ago

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Este 8 de abril, la Luna se interpondrá entre la Tierra y el Sol, ocultando totalmente nuestra estrella durante unos instantes. El espectáculo astronómico se podrá disfrutar en México, Estados Unidos y Canadá, y también a través de internet en canales como los de la agencia espacial estadounidense. El 8 de abril la NASA transmite en español el eclipse solar total a partir de la 1:30 p. m. (hora de la costa este de EE UU). / NASA Un eclipse solar total ocurre cuando la Luna pasa entre la Tierra y el Sol, bloqueando completamente su brillante disco. Este fenómeno se podrá observar el 8 de abril de 2024 en Norteamérica y la NASA lo transmitirá por sus diversas redes, incluido su canal en español a partir de las 13.30 h (hora costa este de EE UU, 19:30 en la Península). Las personas que estén en la denominada trayectoria o franja de la totalidad observarán que el cielo se oscurece, como si fuera el amanecer o el anochecer. Si las condiciones meteorológicas lo permiten, también verán la corona del Sol, su atmósfera exterior, que suele estar oscurecida por la cara luminosa de nuestra estrella. ¿Dónde será visible? Trayectoria del eclipse por México, EE UU y Canadá. / NASA El eclipse solar total comenzará a verse sobre el sur del océano Pacífico. El primer lugar en Norteamérica continental que experimentará la totalidad será la costa pacífica mexicana cerca de las 11:07 a.m. hora local. La trayectoria atravesará los estados de Sinaloa, Durango y Coahuila en México. Después ingresará a Estados Unidos en Texas y pasará por Oklahoma, Arkansas, Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, Indiana, Ohio, Pensilvania, Nueva York, Vermont, New Hampshire y Maine. El eclipse entrará en Canadá en el sur de Ontario y continuará a través de Quebec, Nuevo Brunswick, la isla del Príncipe Eduardo y Cabo Bretón. Finalmente saldrá por la costa atlántica de Terranova, Canadá, a las 5:16 p.m. de esa zona. Observación segura del eclipse Nunca hay que mirar al Sol directamente sin una protección ocular especializada, excepto durante la breve fase total del eclipse cuando la Luna bloquea completamente a nuestra estrella. La observación de cualquier parte del Sol a través de la lente de una cámara, de binoculares o de un telescopio sin utilizar un filtro solar especial para ese propósito (sujeto de forma segura sobre la parte frontal del dispositivo óptico), causará lesiones oculares graves de forma instantánea. Para observar el fenómeno se pueden usar anteojos o gafas de eclipse (no las de sol comunes) o bien visores solares de mano certificados para ello. Etapas de un eclipse solar total El eclipse parcial Existen varias fases distintas que los observadores pueden esperar ver. A medida que la Luna pasa entre el Sol y la Tierra, al principio no cubre al Sol por completo. Nuestra estrella se ve en forma de media luna. En la mayoría de los lugares, la fase de eclipse parcial durará entre 70 y 80 minutos. El momento en que la Luna “toca” el Sol por primera vez se llama primer contacto. Eclipse solar parcial visto desde el edificio del Capitolio de Estados Unidos el 10 de junio de 2021, como fue observado desde Arlington, Virginia. / NASA/Bill Ingalls Las franjas de sombra Durante el fenómeno, unas franjas largas y oscuras llamadas ‘de sombra’ se pueden llegar a ver, moviéndose rápidamente y separadas por espacios blanquecinos a los lados de los edificios o en el suelo, justo antes y después de la totalidad, aunque suelen ser muy tenues y difíciles de fotografiar. Se deben a que la atmósfera superior de la Tierra contiene masas de aire turbulentas que distorsionan la luz de los bordes definidos de la superficie solar, de la misma manera que distorsionan la luz de las estrellas y hacen que titilen. Las perlas de Baily Las perlas de Baily aparecen a medida que la Luna hace su último tránsito delante del Sol durante el eclipse solar total del lunes 21 de agosto de 2017 sobre Madras, Oregón. / NASA/Aubrey Gemignani A medida que la Luna ...

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stormlit · 6 years ago

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@martychars / anna.

❝ i’m sorry to bother you on such a fine afternoon. ❞ it’s been pissing it down since the wee hours of the morning, and if the sky’s any indication, it’s gonna keep on going for a while yet --- scotland, isn’t it? --- and isla’s wet through. she thinks she’s been shivering for the last hour, actually, but who wants to think of a thing like that? ❝ i don’t suppose you’ve somewhere i could shelter? i’m no’ fussy, i’ll take stables, a barn? i feel thunder’s coming, is all. ❞

#martychars #ISLA CAMERON / ic.#ISLA CAMERON / verse / main.#narrator vc: and then she never left

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a-beast-of-prey · 6 years ago

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@hackingfirestarter [continued from: X]

“Bullshit!” he seethed, shoving more of his body weight down on her to express his displeasure at such an answer.

His grasp of her arm tightened, red-plated digits digging through her sleeve to bruise the flesh beneath. Such force was probably unnecessary, given she was more of a desk jockey than a combatant... but he was feeling emotions rarely felt, and it was driving him to be more rough than normal.

Distress.

Fear.

“There’s no way in hell one of NESTS’ hackers wouldn’t know,” he snapped out, grip unrelenting. She was yanking his goddamn chain — had to be, given what little he knew of her and her penchant for being a cheeky little shithead — and he wasn’t having a bar of it. “So start talking before I break your goddamn arm!”

For added threat, he wrenched her limb straight up and back, making her shoulder bone strain against its socket. All it would take to dislocate it was a single hard yank. Which was exactly what he’d do if she didn’t stop stalling with her lies.

“What else does Program 70599 — this fucking.... chip, or whatever it was you nutcases planted in my head — do?” His breathing was becoming harsher now, every inhale ragged and starting to hitch. What sounded suspiciously like a crack made it into his voice as he continued his grilling. “What else did you people do to my body? Huh?! Answer me!!!”

#hackingfirestarter #{{immediately flings the drabble I was working on aside to type this up like a madwoman}}#♱ [IC] I’m more than enough for this #♱ [VERSE: MAIN] beast’s domain #♱ [ISLA] NESTS’ remnant #{{I’ve had program 70599 stuff on the brain a lot lately so. h}}

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strandedhaze · 7 years ago

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OLIVIA: 25 years ago the world was blessed with a beautiful angel! months have gone without us being in touch but i'm forever and ever grateful for all the strength you gave me and how you lifted my spirits up when no one would believe in me. you were the best agent i could've ever wished for and i'll always cherish everything you've done for me. not only are you the purest soul and kindest heart, you're also a MAJOR boss lady (and the hottest momma-to-be!!!). i'm proud of the woman you're growing into, you inspire me to be and do better every day!

OLIVIA: make sure you ACTUALLY enjoy your day in peace and without anyone stressing you out, and have the happiest of the birthdays, stargirl 💕

#° ❁. — olivia ╱ cellphone. ❜#° ❁. — olivia ╱ main verse. ❜#° ❁. — olivia ╱ featuring isla. ❜#wiredeception

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godscourt-a · 7 years ago

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it must be weird for him. you knew that, you couldn’t imagine someone you knew almost sixteen years ago being the same age as they had been. but despite the consistent oddity that he experienced in his real life, he seemed to have found some form of happiness. you might not think todd was necessarily the best friend he could have ( didn’t have the same life experiences. ) but farah and the others seemed like a more than worthy support system. “ you found it, you found what you dreamed of all those years ago. “ couldn’t help lips curving upwards as she glanced towards him. “ i always knew that you’d find it. you had so much hope. “ / @dikgoontle

#( main verse / isla. )#( interactions / isla. )#dikgoontle

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syneilesis · 2 years ago

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[fic+art] From Her Mouth of Strawberry

From Her Mouth of Strawberry

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad x Main Character/Reader | M | 2.7k words

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So this is what everlasting love feels like.

An epilogue of Vlad’s Romantic Ending route. With art.

A/N: OH MY GOD I MADE IT. SOMEWHAT. HAPPY NEW YEAR. I post this as Lady Gaga plays in my neighbor's house. I wanted to finish and post this before I get Jossed in a couple of hours. Vlad's sequel is coming! So early, wow! Forgive the quality of writing in this one; I wrote parts of it with a clear mind, I wrote most of it dizzy and sleepy and trying to concentrate while my neighbors sing merrily in their karaoke (70s-80s songs is 👌, I approve). Title and the quoted verses are from Charles Baudelaire's Les Métamorphoses du vampire. Very apt, very apt.

I also have art for it! Which I'll include in a reblog, so as not to disrupt the flow of reading.

Tagging and shoutout to @akintosalt and @evil-quartett, who have witnessed my descent to madness finishing this fic and whom I have greeted as 2023 sauntered here with pomp and swag. This is for you guys! 💖

On the first morning of eternity Vlad is next to your side on the bed, elbow folded against the mattress, his upper body and head lifted to watch you slowly part your eyelids. The sun shimmers through the tall windows of his room, casting a long thick line across the carpeted floor, like golden lava that would sink you if you dip your feet in. The diffuse glow of the natural light hits Vlad’s skin and hair, his eyes shining like revelation.

“Good morning,” he whispers.

Something in your heart blooms, warm and soft under his radiance. There’s a little ache in there, too, a light squeeze that’s almost exquisite in its significance.

His other hand leaves its place and migrates to your face, knuckles ghosting along the corner of your eye down to your cheek then to the corner of your lips, and you tilt slightly to place a kiss there. Vlad smiles, and he leans down to press his own lips to yours. He opens his mouth and you taste strawberries.

When you separate, you smile back at him and say, “Good morning, Vlad.”

Outside, birds twitter among the freshly blossomed garden flowers, and Paris wakes languidly into the arrival of spring.

The days following your transformation march on like a steady drumbeat, rhythm never ruined. It’s as if nothing momentous happened; the world feels the same, still is the same, but Vlad knows that everything has changed. It’s in the way he views the world now. Before, it treads on the path leading to destruction; but next to you, the world seems to radiate renewal. The lens with which he sees things shifted, allowing diffraction, the direction of his ambition spreading into a dream, encompassing every scope, every shape, every color.

Before, Vlad was a god carrying the fate of the world on his lonely shoulders. Now, he has descended from the heavens to walk among humans.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine. A bit weird—I can feel the sharpness of my incisors against my tongue—but not bad weird.”

“Ah. If you encounter any problems, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

“Of course.” A pause. “Hey, Vlad?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad—I’m glad that we found each other this time.”

An exhale of a laugh. “I’m glad, too. Didn’t we promise each other? I’ll find you wherever you are, whatever it takes.”

Years—decades, centuries—flickered by like a rapid flipping of pages. Empires rise and fall, and Vlad observed the milestones of mankind with the benevolent glint of a ruler surveying his kingdom. He’d been to plenty of places, all in search of the girl who saved him. He’d looked for her under the rust-colored roofs of Firenze, amidst the resplendent natural beauty of Zhongguo, against the tropical heat of Las islas Felipinas, and dozens more—the beat of the heart seeking for an echo, the one with the warmth of embrace and the mellisonant voice that dripped with pure light.

He recalled: they never did finish that conversation, did they. The one where she was about to part something. Sometimes, as he lay down on his bed, before he drifted off to sleep, Vlad wondered what she’d say. It must’ve been important, because her face was pulled taut, almost crumpled into tears, like she couldn’t wait for the words to cascade out of her mouth. That was probably his only regret. When he returned to the mansion, drenched in snow and blood, she was already gone, a wraith whisked off by the biting wind.

Would he find out what she’s supposed to say? Would he ever in his lifetime?

The question of thirst emerges right after. You know, based on your experiences with the residents in the mansion, that vampires can curb their bloodlust by drinking Blanc. Perfectly safe, perfectly moral. Food is an indulgence they all partake in, as evidenced by Vlad’s childlike preference for strawberries.

Charles offers to supply you Blanc, but you decline, insisting that you can provide on your own. It’s one thing to live forever; it’s another to be self-sufficient about it. Even if your life has upended and evolved, the same principles apply when trying not to be burdensome about it.

But it’s strange and baffling, this constant thirst. The others appear to be unsaddled by this dryness in the throat—or at least unbothered by it. This intensifies whenever Vlad is around, the itch clawing inside until it climbs to the roof of your mouth, and it all feels like sand, coarse and insidious, with parched tongue.

Of course, one look from Vlad and he understands.

“Drink from me,” he says later that night, when you’re seated side by side and only the moonlight reveals the expressions you have for each other. He takes your hand and nuzzles the inside of your wrist, eyes closed as if savoring the sensation of warmth. In bliss, reverential; his warm puffs of breath against your pulse sending heat all over your body.

He slants another gaze at you, this time beckoning, and you’re entranced by the hooded slits of red—passion, passion, burning passion in his blood-red eyes.

A tongue darts out. Licks the skin where your pulse is leaping against the wet, hot pressure. Vlad shuts his eyes and moans, ragged and so full of want that a shaky sigh escapes from you.

“Drink from me,” he murmurs again, the words pressed into your palm, and you can feel his lips shape the words against your skin. It tickles you, and you try to jerk your hand away but his grip on you is tight, intent on never letting go. “Love is tied to bloodlust,” he continues. “You desire my blood because you love me. I desire your blood because I love you. So drink from me, and I will drink from you.”

He unbuttons his shirt and exposes a shoulder. A portion of his scar peeks around the fabric. Softly, tenderly, he guides your head to his neck, and your lips meet his skin, clean but with a trace of sweetness, petals. The hand on your wrist remains, rubbing your pulse with his thumb.

“Go on,” he says, voice thick and encouraging. Even in love and lust Vlad is always the one who gives first.

“But,” you answer, your words muffled and hot; Vlad tilts his head back to provide more access. “Won’t this hurt you?”

“At first, yes. But I promise it will feel good for me and for you. Go on, take what you need.”

The sensation of fangs piercing flesh feels weird, but when Vlad’s blood bursts through and you finally get a taste of it, it’s a whole new thing altogether. Vlad gasps, a full-body shudder tremoring through him, his free hand grabbing your hips and tugging closer. You follow until you’re both pressed together, with nary a space in between. He reclines on the bed until you’re on top of him, still sucking at his neck for blood, the only sound in the room apart from his harsh breathing.

When your tongue swipes at the wounds Vlad groans, bringing both his hands on your hips and grinding. You both gasp at the hot pleasure.

“When she had drained the marrow out of all my bones, / When I turned listlessly amid my languid moans, / To give a kiss of love—” Vlad recites, almost like a mantra, almost like a prayer, his voice catching and clicking in the throes of ecstasy.

Vlad finds your eyes, hazy but lucid enough to ask, “Have you drunk enough?” A thumb caresses your lips and it glides easily because of the blood. Vlad inspects his thumb between you, fascinated before he brings it to his own lips, tastes his own blood. The sight of it makes you swallow, and the ache within you just grows and grows until it erupts and the words spill out of your lips like molten desire.

“No, I don’t think it will ever be enough, but that’s all right. What I want now—what I want—” You close your eyes and exhale a shuttered breath. When you look at Vlad again—his splayed hair like silver halo, his half-mast eyes drunk in pleasure, his parted lips stained with his own blood—all you see is a godling who deserves to be loved and worshiped like this. “What I want is to give you everything, so it’s your turn to drink from me.”

And like a giant wave he surges to crash against your lips, devouring your entire being. You welcome it, welcome him, your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt then sliding inside to feel his skin, the hard planes of his muscles, the scar over his heart.

In this night of whispered sighs and ghostly touches, your heartbeats are in sync, and Vlad’s eyes glisten with pure want. Nothing else matters except the desire of flesh, your blood beating in want of him, and time dilutes and the world vanishes until only you and he remain.

The funny thing about memory was: accuracy wasn’t the point.

The expectant stare of the painter tilted sideways as Vlad stuttered into a halt, dreadful realization that he could no longer remember the face of his beloved savior. Sure he remembered the shade of her hair, waterfall brown that curled playfully midway. He remembered her pristine shirt, the color of snow before spilt blood—the color of her skirt. He remembered the shade of her skin illuminated by candlelight. But when it came to the most important thing of all: featureless light, uncrisp and blotchy.

It was funny because the way he felt about her was a solid, crisp thing, as palpable as the objects he could touch. The ember-warm ink-bloom that suffused his blood when she held him was indelible in his heart and memories; he could still remember the staccato rhythm of her heartbeat against his ear. Seedling-hope and ironclad belief tied together in her name. He’d find her, one day, even after the world ended, because he believed.

He remembered the sound of her breath before she opened the wardrobe that hid him from the world.

He remembered the buried sorrow between her words, threatening to claw out.

He remembered her hands, soft and delicate and yearning, and he ached to love.

He remembered her sweet scent—

He remembered her—

He remembered—

It’s been weeks since you’ve been cooped up in Vlad’s castle, adjusting to your new, eternal body and its needs, and now it seems to be the right time to venture out again.

So you visit the mansion.

The astonished faces of the residents when they see you are a sight to behold, and they pile on you like you’re their long-lost youngest sibling suddenly returned home.

Le Comte has to threaten Arthur and Dazai a spanking to pry them away from you. Sebastian declares a dinner party is in order, and it feels like the old days again, before Vlad came into your life and held your heart with snow-coated fingers.

Sebastian refuses your help to wash the dishes when you offered, arguing that the dinner was held in your honor and it’s silly to have you clean up after. Which is why you find yourself in front of the door that started everything.

Eventually Napoleon joins you in reminiscence.

“Do you regret it?” he asks, eyes not leaving the door.

But you turn to him, smiling when he meets your gaze, and say, “There’s no regret when it’s the destiny we chose, you know?”

Napoleon returns your smile, relief gracing his features. He ruffles your hair, the consummate big brother looking out for his siblings. “I’m glad.” He pauses, then adds: “Are you happy?”

That question bears no hesitation. “Yes,” you answer. “I’m very happy.”

Eternity is desire and ache and sorrow and loneliness—

He sinks his fangs into her flesh.

—and now it, too, is happiness.

One day, out of the blue, Vlad declares, “Let’s see the world.”

After consoling Charles and procuring assurances from Faust that he refrain from any funny stuff that Vlad elaborates:

“All the travels I’ve done in the past were always about searching for you. Now that we have found each other, I want to travel again—with you this time.”

And what can you say other than yes?

Decades pass in a snap of fingers, and Vlad’s enjoyed every second of it.

The world has become more precious: empires rose and fell, peace sustains its lilting melody, Vlad’s dream burns steady as life. Seeing the world tastes rich this time, a surprising burst of flavorful experiences—the sweetness of your smile against the backdrop of canola flowers in Jeju Island, the spicy car chase along Berliner Ring after getting accidentally involved in a casino heist, the tangy sunset after hours of café hopping in Vienna, the honeyed secrets exchanged under the bougainvillea-covered balconies in Cartagena.

Next to you the world teems with hope and faith, and Vlad tastes, this time, a robust future.

“Here.” You hand him a cone of ice cream that you bought from a street vendor across the pathway. The one you gave him has the color of flushed pink—strawberry—and yours is bright yellow—cheese. “Tell me what you think.”

There’s a bench a little far off to where you’re going. Vlad studies the ice cream carefully as he sits down, then he takes a lick. It’s light and sweet, a welcome chill on the tongue. The May heat melts it faster, and the ice cream drips down the cone, makes a small puddle in the fold of his index finger.

“This is delicious,” he says, and squints at your own cone. Cheese as an ice cream flavor is odd to him, but you seem to enjoy it. He swaps his hold of the ice cream and offers it to you with his right hand, his left raised to his lips, tongue darting out to lick away the melted cream. “Do you want to try mine?”

“Sure.” You lean towards his proffered hand and try the strawberry. In this close proximity, Vlad can smell your dulcified scent. A pleased hum escapes your throat. “This is good too!”

A first experience for Vlad: eating ice cream together with you as people relish their summer vacation, skipping with buoyant, dancer-steps, their laughter tickling his ears. Teenage girls steal glances in his direction, furtive giggling tucked behind coy hands. Vlad, indulgent, smiles at them, they laugh openly. You look on with amused affection in your eyes, ice cream gone, consumed.

“The last time I went here,” Vlad says, struck with a memory, “ice cream wasn’t introduced yet.”

“Oh? That’s a long time, then.”

“Almost three centuries since I’ve visited. Some buildings I recognize, but plenty have changed.”

It’s been a long time, indeed, but for Vlad, the passage of time runs differently from that of human perception. A blink, a sleep, a long pensive silence. Memories blur, betwixt one point and another. Just like his memories of your face, a gradual erosion attributed to absence and distance; but now, in this moment, Vlad knows that he will no longer forget.

A kilometer from where they sit, the sea murmurs, tranquil, and the people near it attempt to dip their toes into the water before it gets agitated. A month from now, typhoons will come, and the sea will rise and strike and beat the land with its ferocious waves. Vlad finishes his ice cream, the sweetness of strawberry and sugar cone lingering on his tongue.

“There’s a place here that I wanted to go to, but couldn’t the last time I came,” he says.

A beautiful smile blossoms on your lips. “Then let’s go there this time.”

He returns the smile with his own. “Yes, let’s.”

Another first experience: the heels of his shoes clacking against the stone pavement as children run and play tag, circling you and Vlad once, their chatter trailing in the air. His hand finds yours and entwines its fingers with your own, warm and comforting and real. It will continue in the years, decades, centuries—this solid and crisp warmth, this ink-bloom in his veins, your clear, unveiled face.

His dream of peace, of the world eternal, warless and free of destruction, held safe in your hands, beating on.

So this is what everlasting love feels like.

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