#13 would obviously be a scythe

[gifti3]

Put the demon bros in boyfriend dungeon

[darth-mortem]

The 17th part of my demon!Ghost AU. Another TF141’s mission didn't go as planned, and Ghost got to use his new skills. When they got back to base, Colonel Albright was there and finally decided to share some valuable information.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

Action, mission, secrets. 3515 words.

Ghost yanked Soap toward him, and bullets slammed into the wall where he had just been standing.

“I told you not to stick your head out.” The lieutenant said with obvious irritation in his deep voice.

“Sorry.” Johnny replied guiltily, pressing his back against the icy concrete.

It was cold here, much colder than at the base. The large complex, consisting of buildings and several huge workshops, was covered in ice and snow that had lost its whiteness, absorbing all the man-made dirt. If Soap had had time to think about it, he would probably have found it symbolic, but neither he nor the rest of 141 had that luxury. The reconnaissance mission had been compromised, and while Laswell was somewhere far away trying to find the culprits, the unit was left alone with a much larger enemy force here, in the middle of an icy wasteland.

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Roach was in the worst situation. He had to get to the servers to download the information, and now he was trapped, cut off from the rest of the world by nearly two dozen enemies. He couldn't fight in such conditions, so he simply barricaded himself in the server room, located in a deep basement, and waited for help. Price and Garrick were close, but any attempt to break through would reveal their location to the enemies, and that would hardly end well for them. As for Ghost and Soap, they were on the opposite side of the complex, holding their ground and waiting for further orders from the captain. The lieutenant wanted to reveal his true nature, but that would cause a lot of problems in the future in the form of witnesses if any of the enemies managed to escape or explanations of how a unit of five people was able to destroy such a large facility with all its personnel.

“Stay here.” Ghost ordered Soap briefly, peeking out from around the corner. “And don't stick your fucking head out!”

“Aye, Lt.!” Johnny replied, almost cheerfully.

Of course, the sergeant couldn't contain his curiosity. The lieutenant had obviously chosen the moment when a group of a dozen or so enemies was isolated from the rest and took advantage of it. He stepped out into the line of fire, pulling his scythe from behind his back as he ran. Then the shots turned into screams, and Soap peeked out, disobeying Ghost's order.

The demon stood motionless in the open area, raising his terrible weapon above his head. The men who had initially rushed toward him were now writhing in the snow, blood pouring from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, rising in steam. The air was filled with a foul metallic smell, so strong that it made even a seasoned soldier like Soap feel nauseous. He covered his mouth and nose with his palm, watching as the enemies stopped moving and screaming, and clouds of white smoke began to rise from their bodies toward Ghost. Devouring them, the demon swung his huge scythe and struck the ground with the end of its handle, causing it to shake noticeably and cracks to appear in the asphalt.

“You're sticking your stupid head out again!” Ghost's inhuman voice filled with the echoes of hellish rumblings came, and he turned, burning Soap with the red coals of his terrifying eyes.

“Sorry, Lt.” With an unhealthy excitement in his voice, Johnny said again, slowly approaching. “What did you do to them?”

The scythe shrank in its owner's hands, and the lieutenant placed it in a holder on his back. He didn't waste time explaining, just gestured for the sergeant to follow him. Soap obeyed, remembering a half-joking conversation over drinks in which Ghost said he could boil the blood inside a human body. Maybe he did that, or maybe he did something else, just as painful and horrible. It didn't matter now; the two soldiers had to get to Price and Gaz, and then all together find a way to get Roach out of the trap he was in.

“Maybe we should go across the rooftops?” Kyle suggested, looking at the buildings among which he and Price were hiding from their pursuers.

The voices of their enemies were coming closer and then receding, and it was clear that they would soon be discovered and forced into battle. The captain also glanced up at the ice-covered fire escape ladder and then shook his head. They could have done it under different circumstances, but here and now, such a maneuver would be too dangerous. Moving across icy, sloping surfaces was too risky, and it would be impossible to do quietly.

“Bravo 7-1, do you copy?” The captain said, almost in a whisper.

There was a crackle in his earpiece, followed by Sergeant MacTavish's voice.

“Bravo 7-1, copy.” He said. “We're moving in. Bravo 0-7 says he knows where to go.”

“Copy that.” Price replied briefly, without asking any further questions.

He and Gaz had heard gunfire a few minutes ago, but judging by the fact that Soap hadn't said anything about it, everything had ended well for him and Ghost and badly for their enemies. The captain just hoped that the lieutenant had done it in a way that wouldn't raise too many questions if another larger unit arrived for the final elimination.

“Bravo 7-2, what's your status?” The captain asked Roach.

This time the silence was longer, but eventually Sanderson replied, reporting that the enemies had not yet broken into the server room.

“They're not trying to open the door anymore.” Roach reported. “But it looks like they're getting ready to blow it up.”

“Did you download the data?” Asked Price, who didn't have good news for one of his sergeants yet.

“Aye.” Gary replied. “But it won't matter if I get fried in here.”

Meanwhile, somewhere near Captain Price and Sergeant Garrick, footsteps could be heard again, but this time they weren't enemies: Gaz didn't even have time to raise his assault rifle before Ghost and Soap appeared from around the corner of the building.

“Hold on, Bravo 7-2.” Price said with relief in his voice. “We're on our way.”

“Negative.” Ghost shook his head, his eyes still glowing from absorbing souls. “I'll go after him myself. You three find a way out of here.”

He wasn't the commander and had no right to give orders, but Price didn't dwell on it out of respect for his combat experience. However, he still had his reservations.

“That's not the best idea.” The captain said. “We won't be able to contact you until you reach Roach.”

“I'll do it quickly.” Ghost assured him and added unexpectedly. “You won't have time to miss me.”

“All right, then.” Price nodded. “Be careful.”

“You too.” The lieutenant nodded, then easily jumped onto the roof of the two-story building Gaz had been looking at, crouched down, and ran off.

Three soldiers watched him go and then also began moving toward the large hangar with the transport, trying to avoid the numerous patrols.

Sanderson heard a noise and shouting and quickly backed away, clutching his assault rifle. A few seconds later, everything fell silent, and then the armored door was torn off its hinges. It flew off to the side with a crash, and then the barricade set up by the sergeant was just as easily blown apart. It looked like an explosion, but suddenly Gary realized that there was no fire, no smoke, and no characteristic smell. In the next moment, the giant figure of Ghost entered the server room, impossible to mistake for any of the enemies. His eyes glowed bright red and he clutched his huge scythe in his hand.

“Good to see you, Lieutenant.” Roach said nervously, stepping closer.

“Likewise, Sergeant.” An inhuman voice rumbled from beneath the skull mask, and Gary saw the demonic weapon in its owner's hand get smaller. “Are you broken?”

“Negative, sir.” Roach shook his head.

“Then follow me.” Ghost ordered, turning and leaving the server room.

Sergeant Sanderson proved to be more disciplined than MacTavish. He followed the lieutenant without sticking his head out but still managed to notice the results of Ghost's previous actions in the form of torn, mutilated corpses of those unfortunate bastards who had the misfortune to cross his path. After a few minutes, Roach decided it was better not to look and started staring either at his feet or at the broad back of the lieutenant in front of him.

Price and the two sergeants made their way through the complex, hiding in the twilight that was already beginning to cover the surroundings. Twice they encountered enemy patrols but were able to deal with them relatively quietly. As Soap and Gaz dragged the bodies behind some empty boxes, Roach contacted the captain and reported that he and Ghost had left the server room and were heading to the hangar to meet up with the rest of the unit.

Apparently, the complex's security realized that the unknown intruders had no other means of escape except for one of the local cars, so they concentrated around the hangar. Most of them hid, and only a few enemy soldiers remained in plain sight to create the appearance of easy access to the vehicle fleet. For several minutes, Price, MacTavish, and Garrick watched the guards, unaware that other enemies were also watching them. The captain had an uneasy feeling, but he couldn't confirm it, so with a heavy heart, he gestured to the sergeants to begin the attack. They crept up to the edge of the open area in front of the hangar, where several cars were also parked, waited for the guards to turn away, and rushed forward but didn’t even have time to reach the visible enemies. The sound of bolts clicking could be heard from all sides, and the three members of 141 found themselves surrounded.

“Drop your fucking weapons!” The apparent leader ordered in a rough, hoarse voice, looking down on the captured intruders.

Neither Price's group nor the numerous enemy soldiers knew that two more spectators were watching all this—Ghost and Roach, who had reached the hangar and were lying in wait, waiting for the right moment to come to the aid of their comrades. Seeing how the ambush had worked, Sanderson lunged forward but was stopped by Ghost's heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Wait.” He whispered hoarsely. “Look.”

The lieutenant directed his gaze somewhere past his enemies and friends, somewhere behind them, where the trucks were parked. Roach didn't understand what he was supposed to wait for, but he trusted Ghost, who clearly had a plan. The enemy commander continued to threaten, growing increasingly nervous; Price stalled for time, knowing that as soon as they dropped their weapons, it would all be over. The tension was palpable when suddenly the engines of all the trucks roared, and one of them jerked forward, knocking down several soldiers.

Chaos reigned in front of the hangar. Enemies' glances and gun barrels jerked toward the cars; someone, blinded by the headlights, opened fire, ignoring the commander's angry orders. Price quickly realized that this was Ghost's work, and together with two sergeants, he ran to one of the trucks. Soap jumped behind the wheel, so Price and Gaz jumped into the passenger seats. Noticing two members of the unit hiding between buildings in the headlights, Johnny stepped on the gas and drove toward them, knocking down several more enemy soldiers. The car was fired upon, with shots aimed at the driver or the wheels, but Soap didn't stop. Ghost literally threw Roach into the back of the truck, then jumped in himself, and the two of them opened fire back. Weaving between buildings, Soap managed to drive to the gate. Of course, it was locked, but it suddenly flew open as if from an explosion.

“Thanks, Lt.” Johnny muttered as he drove out of the base.

Of course, the enemies gave chase, but it didn't last long. While Roach fired back, Ghost froze again, standing tall in the truck body covered with tarpaulin, and then the wheels of the first two pursuing cars burst, causing chaos on the road. While the enemies were trying to figure out what was going on, Soap managed to break away from them. Price, meanwhile, called a helicopter and, after receiving the coordinates of the extraction point, gave MacTavish the new course.

Laswell contacted 141 as they flew away from the icy wasteland toward the nearest friendly base. It was surprisingly quick to identify those responsible for the mission's failure, and they were already being interrogated. Another team was ready to analyze the data received by the unit, and a combat group was already being formed to destroy the complex if necessary.

“I hope there won't be much there that ordinary soldiers shouldn't see?” Kate asked cautiously.

The conversation was conducted over the loudspeaker, so everyone immediately looked at Ghost, whose eyes were still glowing faintly crimson in the shadow of his hood. Noticing the attention on him, the lieutenant shrugged.

“I boiled a few bastards.” He said reluctantly. “Chopped up a few more. Broke down the doors and got the cars started.”

“You'll explain what that means later.” Laswell replied. “For now, end of transmission.”

There was silence for a few seconds. Soap pressed himself against the lieutenant's shoulder, trying to keep warm. Price leaned back wearily in his chair, covering his eyes. Gaz and Roach exchanged glances, and then Sanderson broke the silence.

“It was a fucking strong armored door.” He said. “Looks like the lieutenant ripped it out with his bare hands.”

“With his hand.” Ghost corrected, putting his arm around Soap's shoulders. “With one hand.”

The troop compartment fell silent again, and then not only Johnny but everyone else felt warm. Price finally smiled as he unbuttoned his jacket; Roach pulled off his helmet and warm knitted balaclava, and Gaz took off his hat and gloves. As for Soap, he was already fast asleep, his cheek pressed against the shoulder of the demon who was holding him up to keep him from falling.

Everyone understood that Price would have to report on the mission's progress at General Strickland's base, so every member of the 141st unit had provided the captain with a full verbal report on their actions during their flight back. The situation was serious, so Laswell had arrived in person, but she was not the only one waiting for the unit's return. In addition to her, TF141 was met by Colonel Albright, which surprised not only the humans but also, it seemed, the demon. The colonel was not interested in the details of the mission, but he told them he had something to say to all members of the unit after their commander had dealt with Strickland and Laswell.

The members of the unit went their separate ways. Price headed for the general's office, where Laswell was already waiting for him; Gaz and Roach went to the canteen hall in the hope of getting at least some sandwiches at this late hour; Ghost and Soap went to the unit's residential block. The lieutenant disappeared into his room, where several cats were already waiting for him, and the sergeant hurriedly took off his gear and went to take a shower. When he came out, he bumped into Ghost, who informed him that Sergeants Garrick and Sanderson were already waiting for them in the break room. Soap followed the lieutenant; he was glad that Gaz and Roach had invited Ghost to join them and that they were no longer afraid of him. Several cats also slipped into the break room and settled down next to the demon and the humans, purring and showing their affection.

Sanderson made sure that a portion of the food they had managed to obtain was left for the captain, after which everyone sat down at the table. No one wanted to talk because they were all too tired, but the silence in the room was not tense but rather cozy and warm. Ghost watched his comrades eat and slowly stroked the cat that had settled on his lap. From time to time, his hand rose to stroke Soap's wet, after-shower hair, but no one reacted anymore, except for Gaz, who began to smile cheerfully because his friend looked so content at that moment that he almost purred himself.

When Price and Albright entered the break room, Gaz was busy with the drinks. No one offered the colonel a sandwich, but the sergeant made him a cup of coffee, and everyone sat down at the table again.

“After the attack on our lieutenant, I contacted Colonel Albright and told him what happened here and earlier at the amusement park.” Price began, chewing his sandwich. “I hope the colonel came here to give us some explanation.”

“That's right, Captain.” Albright nodded, stirring his coffee thoughtfully. "You might think I was deliberately withholding vital information from you, but that's not the case. I didn't tell you more than I had to because I didn't think you would work so well with Ghost. But now I see that he's not coming back to me, so you'll have to deal with all this by yourselves.”

The colonel paused for a moment, and Soap thought he looked a little sad. However, this was understandable, because Albright was the one who had initiated cooperation with the demon, taught him the basics of human behavior, and directed many successful missions with his participation, and after all this, Ghost chose other humans to work with.

“I don't know anything about the other demons you encountered.” The colonel spoke again. “But we know of several organizations that position themselves as fighters and researchers of the supernatural. Most of them are just charlatans who extort money from naive people, but two are of some interest. The first, whose representative you most likely encountered, has existed since the late Middle Ages. They call themselves ‘Malleus Maleficarum’. Initially, it was an exclusively Christian organization, but over time, representatives of other faiths joined it. They study, shall we say, the magical aspect of what they consider evil, and judging by the little information we have been able to gather, they are quite successful in combating it. The man who attacked Ghost was a low-ranking soldier, but the older and more experienced members of this organization could indeed pose a threat to our lieutenant.”

The demon remained indifferent as always, but the other members of 141 frowned. They did not consider the Ghost to be evil; if he was evil, then so were they, because they did the same work, albeit in different ways. And anyway, where is the line between good and evil? Does it even exist in the modern world? In old wise tales and parables, good often triumphed without fighting, but modern evil has become so cruel and unprincipled that this has become simply impossible. And if good is no longer capable of defeating evil, then isn't it logical that evil now defeats another evil? And in that case, can it be considered evil if it stands in defense of the peace and security of humanity?

“What about the second organization?” Soap broke the silence.

“The second one doesn't pose a potential threat.” The colonel said, looking thoughtfully at the demon, who continued to stroke the cats sleeping on his lap. "They study the supernatural from a scientific point of view and do not fight anything; they only research. But they consider it their duty to spread information, so contact with them could cause unwanted publicity. Of course, official institutions and serious scientists don't take them seriously, but there are too many people in the world who believe in the paranormal and could interfere with your work if Ghost ever comes to their attention. I've brought you all the information I've gathered on these two cases and will pass it on for further study."

With these words, Albright placed a briefcase with a touch lock on the table, opened it with his finger, and pulled out two rather thick folders marked 'top secret'. Price slid them toward himself and placed his palm on them, indicating that he would review all the information himself first. The colonel had nothing more to say, so he wished everyone a good night and left, taking his empty briefcase with him.

“Well, lads, I think it's time for us all to go to bed.” Price said, getting to his feet. “I'll look through these documents tomorrow and then pass them on to you. No copies can be made, so read them one at a time, and then we'll discuss them and come up with a plan of action in case we meet any of these people.”

“Not long ago, I would have called them all fucking freaks.” Gaz snorted, gathering empty plates and cups from the table.

“Like all of us, son.” The captain sighed, picking up the folders and leaving the room.

The others followed him, and within a few minutes, silence reigned in the 141’s residential block.

[phightingheadcanons]

i compiled a bunch of subspace and medkit headcanons because they plague me. they plague me. they anyways . uhjjmmm subspace headcanons r. im not gonna lie i got some of these from deadplate. but. THERES!! a lot of these. be prepared 1. I don't think he can eat properly. Not only because of the rot, but because not being able to taste things irks him, so he has to make a smoothie out of it 2. I thuuink i think he already. was struggling with an ED before the disaster. and not being able to taste/the rot makes it. way worse 3. I think! I think he has bipolar and audhd. 4. He keeps his hair short on the side of the rot so it doesn't irritate it 5. hes. extremely touchy. not to be affectionate. he's just always in peoples personal space 6. Often chews on his fingernails and/or picks at his skin. bad habit of his methinks 7. i think he listens to like. metal. specifically freak on a leash and rotting in vain by korn really reminds me of him 8. scarring and burns. like. everywhere. coupled with the rot obviously. i think in his line of work he gets injuries pretty easily even when trying to be careful 9. EXTREMELY tone deaf. but also sometimes ignores social cues on purpose because he knows it annoys people 10. hates the rain. he hates the sound of it. he hates the water. it ruins his day. heres medkits ... 1. Also can't eat very well but its mostly from. after the disaster. he completely lost his appetite and also lost a lot of weight just because it was. really hard for him to find the energy to even get up let alone eat 2. generally kind of. not able to take care of himself very well. even if he can take care of others 3. extremely depressed. like. really bad seasonal depression + chronic (it gets worse when he sees snow though. reminds him of blackrock) 4. during his blackrock days he would straighten his hair. he can't afford to do that now though because its too expensive + too much energy 5. god AWFUL doctors handwriting. scythe hates it. nobody can fucking read it except for medkit 6. He has generalized anxiety, depression, and PTSD, as well as autism 7. hates being touched except for in very specific situations. he also hates being close (physically) to people 8. adding onto the last one, he HATES when people touch his back or his shoulders. IMMEDIATE fight or flight response 9. extremely bad posture. shrimp posture. im telling u 10. painted his horns teal because they were originally green. he doesn't like the color green very much. nor does he like that pinkish-red color (reminds him of subspace) 11. (somewhat canon? not the indie part) usually likes classical music. sometimes dabbles in indie music. he's not into the loud shit 12. violin and piano player .... 13. tried to sand down his fangs at one point. why? i dont know! 14. his sarcasm is crazy. if he's not being sarcastic its not him 15. loves the rain. he likes the quiet and being alone but when it's deathly silent it spikes his anxiety. so the background noise is nice. it also means he has an excuse to stay inside AND!! combined headcanons. things i have that i hc for. both of them 1. both of them have hand tremors. subspace's are a little worse though 2. even though they both have separated (and medkit really tries to stay away) they both still have habits that they got used to from being around the other. medkit still makes extra of things by accident because subspace would always steal it. subspace still keeps a blanket in the lab because medkit would always fall asleep at the desk. i could keep going on im so serious. they are so horribly intertwined in the worst way possible and even if they hate each other that red string is still there. its still there. do u get it. in this essay i will- anyways! thats it for today. sorry guys i needed to YAP

"Looking. Respectfully. Peak as always. This fits them so well that I can't even explain. I would yap more, but I'm tired, and my shoulder hurts from a shot I had recently, so another time TwT"

[ryuuka-balaen]

Here she is!!!

HIERODULE HAS ENTERED THE BATTLEFIELD

with both Scything Talons and twin Bio-Cannons to bring to bear, the Hierodule Bio-Titan is a walking nightmare, whether it's the Barbed or Scythed variant.

I used 12 paints to colour this model, starting with a spray primer similar to Vallejo Bloody Red.

I tried to basically liveblog the process of painting this model, but for anyone interested anyway, here's some

~Paint Recipes~

okay so those were a lot of fun to make but obviously i don't paint each separate part fully before i move on to the next, my process looks more something like this;

1- RED with a spray primer. i bought the "Bloody Red" bottle i have because it's close to the primer colour i have which i bought from michael's.

2- Mechanicus Standard Grey all the shell bits

3- Yriel Yellow all gun bits and mouth parts, often twice if it needs it since that's a Layer paint, not a Base paint, so it's less pigmented.

4- Two coats Fuegan Orange in the mouth area to really get it lookin squishy and gross

5- Corvus Black talons, teeth, hooves, spikes, etc.

6- Hexwraith Flame the gunparts, may need a drybrush of Yriel Yellow again after to keep it yellow enough, since green is a cold colour and doesn't compliment the reds and oranges in this colour scheme

7- NULN OIL EVERYTHING. THE WHOLE MODEL. ALL AT ONCE. not including the mouthparts, that's already sufficiently shaded by the Fuegan Orange and wouldn't benefit from a black shade.

8- Drybrush Warplock Bronze over all the red parts. I'm kinda on the fence on whether this step and colour are really a good addition, it adds some variation and shine/highlighting to the colours of the carapace that i think improves it?, while also darkening the overall colour in a way that I like.

I took a photo of this step while I was doing it because I had the thought of that nobody not actually holding the model would really be able to tell the difference

front half without bronzing, back half with.

9- model's done! basing time~ For this base, I started with a coating of Leather Brown, because that's what would be showing through the cracks of the Crackle Paint

10- I experimented with using both my technicals on this one, so I started with applying two Mud Puddles of the Stirland Battlemire

11- after the battlemire mud dried, the rest got covered in a very generous coating of Agrellan Earth, so it would crackle nicely.

12- Stirland Battlemire and Agrellan Earth are... very different shades of brown. to even them out, I painted over the mire with Leather Brown, and drybrushed the earth with the same.

13- the final step of any model that I paint, and what i use to signify to myself that the model is done, is the base band! i like to use Corvus Black because its nice and neutral, but for my models that I have multiple with different loadouts such as tyranid warriors, I've been considering adding coloured stripes to the base bands to help identify individuals more easily.

[cryingpariah]

Would you like to see the Main Inspirations for my new OC, Harleigh Quinn? Well here they are:

Harley Quinn (Obviously): Mostly in the name department. Specifically this one from the Batman animated series…her jokey nature and just a little bit of her costume.

Rag Doll: Yet another DC character, his abilities stem from the fact that he replaced his joints with special mechanisms that allow him to bed way beyond even what a master contortionist can do. He’s kinda how I imagine Origami Arts working.

Hisoka: Now just listen to me when I say this, He is my main inspiration BUT only the cool parts of him. His mannerisms, acrobatics, killer instinct, and even the way he composes himself is how I want Harleigh to come across. I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE HARLEIGH ASSOCIATED WITH THE GON STUFF!!

Just watch this and you’ll see what I mean.

Marx: Silly Little Guy who tried to conquer a planet cause he was hungry. He’s a ball of random and joy, something I hope to bring to Harleigh

Jevil: Yet another chaotic little thing…with a hint of tragedy to him like Harleigh. Also the scythes he uses are fitting to Harleigh.

And Finally,

Death 13: A being that causes tricks and illusions on the brain (technically in the dreams) and wields a big ass scythe in order to cleave enemies in 2. (Him being an assassin with a goofy streak helps too).

YAY HARLEIGH INSPOS :D!!

While having Harley Quinn and Harleigh in the same room together would be great, I’d think he’d benefit more from the wise council of Dr Harleen Quinzel! She’d be the lending ear he so desperately needs!

I don’t know much about DC comics and that guy looks really cool but I must admit the first thing I thought of when I read origami arts is this:

(And I don’t even watch Rick and Morty???)

Hisoka is a guy who stood on the precipice of being a cool antagonist and then he just…🤢🤢🤢. He is still unfortunately a very intimidating and impressing character so I understand.

I know Harleigh would go FERAL over Marx!! (Honestly I’m going kinda feral as well, HE'S SO CUTE!!). I’d bet my bottom dollar he’s got a puppet that looks just like the little would-be planet destroyer!

Might get my Tumblr card revoked but I’ve never seen or played Deltarune 🫣🫣! But this Jevil guy looks pretty sick (to be fair, it’s hard to do a Jester character that isn’t awesome!). I do enjoy the fact that he has two scythes and his oddly flat tail.

I wonder if CP9 sees Harleigh like the Death 13 baby 🤔🤔. I would doubt if anything of them tried to feed him smth gross (probably not actual shit but like something they spit in maybe). Either way, Harleigh better watch out for any cherry loving guys in school uniforms that never had friends!

[tanketorskk]

Eeeeeee alr I'll go first but be warned I wasssss like 13 so it's cringe to the core just like me

So I was fresh out of middle school with unfettered internet access (thank u mama) and online friend that thought I looked like one of the girls called maka,,, and if udk what soul eater is they have this world where students learn how to handle weapons to fight demons but those weapons are just people that can turn into weapons and maka is a main character soul is her weapon and she was studious and broody-ish,,, idk if she actually is bc it's been so long but I know I definitely thought she was

But my online friend told me to watch and brother did I fell in love IMMEDIATELY like I still think it was good so in my infinite wisdom I go to the one true heart of roleplay: internet forums <3333 mmmm internet forums Ily

So I found my lovely lovely weird rp partner and thankfully we hit it off like as soon as humanely possible because IDK if you can tell because I'm using Tumblr in the big 25 but we were both big big losers so it was perfect like we shared playlists and art even tho it was bad and hc and outfits we thought they'd wear and all the cringe beauty of fandom because that's what roleplay is for like buddy!!! we are making our fictional dolls kiss we are NOT that serious. I say that like I didn't treat that shit like the fucken navy omg

But it was an au where it was supposed to be star wars but it basically just became sci fi and instead of turning into weapons they just fought together because our tiny little brains were like mhm!!! That's obviously equal and exactly the same!! Yeppers!!!! I make fun of it but it was peak

Anyway it began with maka running through the city completely alone like true anime drama because she just found the girl her dad cheated with AND that she can't live w her mom anymore because she WAS FUCKING DEAD,, can you tell I was thirteen 💀,, so soul found her and did the whole ohhh pretty girls shouldn't cry but maybe you can cry a little bit because you're not that pretty thing,, and she's sooooo upset but they chat and plot stuff happened that I don't remember but I know they grabbed some food and stuff,, and maka goes home to her dad's and luckily he's out at work with like,,, not the emperor in a sith way but the emperor in a meh way because in canon he's literally DEATH'S PERSONAL SCYTHE and he's soooooooooo hot I stand ten toes on it seriously Google spirit albarn the man fucks hard and loves his daughter

But this is where it got juicy,,,, picture this: we're finally both home from school. We have no friends so we have a weird homoerotic bond thick in confused puberty. Spirit is hot. His friend is weird. You know the story. We get through a little more story that introduced Soul's friend Black star but we go back to Spirit like,,, only a few days later in game because we couldn't fucking plan if our lives depended on it and boyyyy oh boy do we make that man gay. Fag central. He's on some star ship helping death conquer a city and squish rebellions. But the rebels eg the demons are like really good at what they do obv so he's injured and when he's back in the doctor's office his boytoy Stein who you should also search up because you would love him starts getting faaaareaaaaakyyyyy which was pretty in character tbh. Also Ik the whole demon=rebel and death=emperor is a little faschy but I was dumb.

But wait!!!! The demon left a bit of tech in spirit that stein didn't notice even tho he was a FUCKING DOCTOR and she send her kid Corona who's like,,, in canon a sorta demon,, but also not really,,, so Crona is tracking the empire and being such a failgirl loserboy on the way that he gets himself hurt. Idk remember how but I promise it was dumb. Maka finds him and takes him back to soul because even though they just met I guess they're besties now and he doesn't totally trust crona but they both want to save him so they take him under their wing,, and GUESS WHAT

month hiatus because my partner got grounded

BUT THEN on the news they say that the city was conquered so everyone is drinking and death emperor holds a party which was also sorta in character but wait!!!!!!!!!! he has an anal retentive asshole son!!!!!!!!!! who not to brag but I was VERY good at writing,,,, and he's like trying to keep his friends in check but patty is off dicking around with soul because even tho they're all only getting to actually know each other for the first time ever, they were all basically automatically best friends,,,, but maka took crona and SPIRIT WAS THERE!!!!!!!! GETTING FREAKY GAY STYLE !!!!!!! which was also pretty in character. And medusa aka cronas mother and trussssst bro she served mother HARD comes in even though the city she lived in literally needed a starship to get reached,,, sighhhhh again I was so so dumb

BAM

another hiatus

I'm still super good friends w my rp partner I mean what choice do you have when you're doing the cringest version of a cringe thing at a cringe age but they're like my best friend fr. Sadly the current state of the soul eater fandom looks like it's mostly nostalgic people and weaboo gooners jorking their penits to blair the witch which I get because that is also pretty in character. I want to get back into it a second time but since the characters are young iirc it just feels like the fans are pretty young and I don't wanna be the odd man out or like,, make it an uncomfortable space for them or make it a space they can't have fun in even though it's a weirdly mature show that you should watch right now

Ushjsjaamlaak SO MANY adult shows fandoms are overrun with children and like,,,, people who totally contradict the whole thing like brother this show is about violently murdering demons and cat witches with fat tibbies in tiny dresses why are you obsessed with THAT CHARACTER and thirsting over her when you have cuss words in your trigger list???? Not my biggest problem tho I just think the number of children invading adult spaces esp when you can't actually prevent it or remove them puts them in dangerous places they won't realize until too late

Your turn :D are they date everything MHA and beta rps??? Bc I Like Date Everything and miss rping:3

This is all so fun oh my god it really screams 13 year old nostalgia in the best way 😭

The “hiatus cause my rp partner got grounded” is SO REAL I can’t even 😭😭

I remember this one roleplay I did sooo vividly, it went on for like,,, two or so years irl time and we were going back and forth 24/7 365 lmaooo istg the amount of writing I did just on that roleplay alone. You can just imagine how in-depth all that shit was😭😭 it was a hetalia merman/pirate au thing and honestly it’s still one of the most fun things I’ve ever done to this day cjfncjnfc

My roleplay partner and I also “invented” omegaverse aka we did our own version without knowing the actual terms for it lmao cause there’s not a lot of female characters in hetalia I fear 😭😭

There was this one plot with a lost kingdom and the entire royal family of that kingdom disappearing and there was rivalling pirate ships and one of the captains on one of the ships turned out to be the lost king of the lost kingdom who ran off when he knew he couldn’t keep his power and he’d spent ages trying to find this artefact that would allow him to regain power and I just remember the reveal being soooo intense cjfncjnf it was so silly but so much fun lol

I have sooo many thoughts on children in adult spaces and oh boy. It’s especially frustrating as someone who’s tried to have their very adult space invaded by children multiple times because they for some reason feel they have the right to not only invade my space but also police it and oh boy is it frustrating,,,,

I feel like the mha fandom is especially annoying when it come to kids policing fandom lmao, like I’ll just say it, I’ve got an account on Instagram where I share mha oc stuff and while there’s lovely people over there too oh my god there’s some people in that fandom that needs to get a fucking life istg 😭😭 the shit I’ve seen people cancelled over, they would have a field day seeing all my shit lmaoooo

Honestly it’s part of the reason I’ve been hesitant to jump into that fandom again cause while I love some of the characters I am so not in the mood to deal with fourteen year olds with conservative puritan bullshit invading my ask box 💀 just having to deal with all the we hate bottom barty bullshit I dealt with in the past was PLENTYYYY

Also they’re neither actually lol. One of a hetalia one and the other is a marauders/1940s Harry Potter character one,,,, I’ve roleplayed mha before but the last time I had a consistent mha roleplay going on was with my ex fiancée lmaooo so it’s been a while 💀 I was also biiiig on Haikyuu roleplays for a while, I even ran a server, it was A LOT

[the-blind-geisha]

Let's see if I can drive you a bit crazy.

13, 17, 18, 20, 26 for Violetta and your LM King Boo since I know that's your focus rn.

PEFT. Alright then. Bet. XD lol

King Boo

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

Luigi, obviously, but if you don't count him, Geno in my world as he won't stop trying to get in the way of him having Violetta to himself. Almost had it be a misunderstanding with Luigi but I felt that was too easy and gave up. klmasasa

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

I consider King Boo to view a lot of the boos as his children, since mine literally made a lot of them via his pipe smoke. But he does adopt Booker more as his child later on, and he has a daughter, Nova.

He is a helicopter dad with his children, and yes. Not only will he feel guilty, he'll have a meltdown. x'D He has to have his kids with him since his trust in babysitters is low.

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

He/ They/ It. He is the one he prefers the most.

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

Magic--namely illusory spells.

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

Either chrysanthemums or the Spider Lily. (You can even see them blurred in the one image I did of him and Rosalina for my story aksma)

Violetta

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

I guess Hellen Gravely? XD Honestly, I never considered the two ever meeting, but I am sure if they did, it would depend on the timeline. If it was before she married KB, she'd insist the woman could have him as I always see Violetta and KB being like Peach and Bowser for a bit. If after, I don't think KB would allow any of that to go down period. xD

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

Same children, and she protects them with her life. She often takes Booker and Nova to the Comet Observatory when she visits her mother for a few months.

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

She / Her. ♥

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

She uses mostly healing powers and is seen more as a backup/ defense kind of person. But in her Queen Boo getup, she will have a giant crescent moon item hovering behind her that can swing around her to attack for massive damage. It'll even be apart of her scythe weapon.

Her QB outfit is in the works, but it's been in drafts for months now. anskamnsa

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

Black Roses no thanks to me just deciding out of nowhere that was what King Boo would gift her. It became one of her faves in due time. ♥

[garbagefarm]

Mutucule Farm #14

2023-03-20, Session #14 of Mutucule Farm, Spring 13–22, Year 2

Cast:

me (@mothmute)

Belle (@snacco)

Cam (@amanitaspore)

Erin (@salamand3rin)

Highlights include, but are not limited to:

Non-binary sheep!

Erin found the secret note tree and cut it down

Eggfest!

Cam wanders into the eggfest from the woods, still beats Erin there

It’s Fella’s first eggfest! aaand they don’t let him in.

Linus eyes a scrumptious pie

Marlon talks about sleggs

Evelyn wants to know about my hens

Leah misses last year’s boozy punch

Emily sewed little pants and hats for the eggs

Alex wonders what would happen if he ate thirty eggs every day

(he’d be roughly the size of a barge, obviously)

wilf (wizard I’d like to fuck) is nowhere to be seen

Surrounding Lewis and forcing him to start the egg hunt

What’s with all the unobtainable eggs, anyway?

I win the egg hunt with something like 9 eggs, just get 1,000g

Everybody trying to guilt me out of wearing my dumb hat*

* - legally not a hat

Cam brings cookies into my bed, getting crumbs everywhere

The pigs are getting everywhere, they’re above the law!

Embiggening the barn

Selling some of our excess gemeralds

I need to hunt down Penny and propose to her

Hey, can I borrow Fella?

“what’s the magic word?”

After hunting her down on horseback, Penny says yes! Wedding in three days!

Cam’s got a chest full of Fashion

I don’t carry a scythe around, but I do wear a copper pan, just in case

hey, do you think there was ever a version of the game where you could upgrade the copper pan into a steel pan? and then gold, and then iridium?

Erin stays up late to plant these parsnips, even if it kills her (it doesn’t, she’s fine)

it’s called parsnipment! commitment to the snips!

“I love milk as a condiment”

I’ve finished my chores, so I get to go pick berries in the woods now :)

Desynced strawbebbies :(

Hey suckers, guess who just got 2 free gold ore because of their “stupid hat” that is “legally not a hat”?? Who’s laughing now???

Cam invites people to play fashion roulette

Guess who just got 2 free copper ore??

All it cost was my dignity

Maybe if a scythe was a hat, I’d carry it around with me

... can Cam make clothes out a copper pan...? (no)

RIP Erin, collapsed in her own house.

Fella and Pompkin being incredibly cute together!! (see gallery)

The pigs keep digging up evidence truffles

(it’s such a good bit and we’re getting so much good mileage out of it)

Sergeant goes on an adventure!! (see gallery)

Accepting a quest to find a bunch of leeks for George

we’re worried about finding enough leeks in time, so Erin plants a bunch of spring wild seeds

incidentally: Belle consistently pronounces “George” as “Yorg” as a bit, it’s very good

Pompkin keeps spending a lot of time at Fella’s stables, it’s like they're roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

Day 17, I get married! (thanks to Erin for the wedding photos screenshots)

Wearing my stupid copper pan to my own wedding

Everybody can’t believe I made them all sit in the back

they’re glad I invited Linus, though

I was gonna try and wear Lewis’ lucky purple shorts (with slight modifications) but we didn’t have the cloth to pull it off ... but it wasn’t wearing my own clothes, anyway! Is there a rent-a-tux place in town, or what?

oh god it has short sleeves, it’s one of those t-shirts with a tux printed on it

Okay everybody, Penny is your new mom now

Detective is all grown!!

You kick Pompkin like the football???

Hey, crate on the beach! It contains ... omni geodes, that immediately fall into the water!

Please welcome Lieutenant to the family, they’re my wedding gift to myself

Oviraptor longs to be free, and cannot be contained!

It’s wednesday, so I run to joja in case we need to buy seeds, like the big joja fan that I am

Sam wants my input on what to write a song about. Trains, obviously.

Belle and Cam are talking about wrestling, and Erin asks about suplexes. suplexii? anyway, “they always deserve the suplex”

Rainy day! If Sebastian plays his cards right (by not doing much of anything),...

The Mariner rejects Belle’s request to buy a pendant, because she hasn’t upgraded her house yet

Belle concludes the Mariner is classist, and asks about how to upgrade her house

(Erin says something about “Rock and stone!” as a reference)

Cam said something about making a slime shirt, a slhirt

Belle puts in the order to improve her house, she’s gotta appease a probably-racist ghost

I tentatively make plans to crash at Cam’s place (after handing him a mussel) before remembering “oh shit I have a wife now” — either Erin or Belle offers to take care of that for me, I can’t remember which, Penny’s gonna wake up to a surprise

I’ve got magic leek hands, if you see any leeks you should let me know immediately so I can be the one to harvest them

Woolface the sheep!

Erin and I make an agreement where I get to pick the wild seeds (so I get the forage experience) IF I upgrade my watering can and trade with her, so she can get the upgrade without the downtime (I agree)

Free-range pigs, worshipping the meteor (see gallery)

I construct six bees. No more, no less.

Cool rings for everybody! Don’t turn them into fashion, they’re already fashion

Belle: “everybody’s a glow-boy now! look at my radius!”

ha-HA, more sparkles in the water! Except... I can’t reach! My hat* is defeated!

* - legally not a hat

Everybody piles into my bed, Penny is cranky about people getting in the way of her going to bed

Penny going “um nice weather” with everybody else the next day

Corporal is fully grown!

Belle asks if she can uses my kitchen to fry an egg — but she has her own stove now!!

Cam expected more from egg-shirt

yeah the bone mill, we’ve all seen it

Belle thought we had more bones, but alas, we are bonely

I snuck an ancient drum into Cam’s “to Fashion” chest, and it creates a “regal mantle” which “looks swood”

It matches my space boots! Kinda need new pants now though (see gallery)

On the non-canon day, I create a bunch of bombs and explode Erin

Cam hands us some jazz honey “because [we’re] sweet like honey” (see gallery)

TO-DO:

Flower dance, probably

Savin’ money for a rainy day...... (so Belle can try again)

do we wanna make it rain?

more backpack+tool upgrades??

Taller barn/coop/shed???

More hogs

Increased fences????

House upgrades!

Fashion!

More iridium sprinklers!

(more bundles)

More fruit trees!

Save up to buy stardrops from Krobus

Plant sweet gem berries (for stardrops)

Link to gallery post!

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 18/?

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend's name)

Warnings: Mentions of court, mentions of Jason's injuries, swearing, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Jason walked out in a few minutes, just in his boxers. She looked at him before letting out a slight laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Don't laugh, you're the one who tore my clothes."

She sighed, "And you're going to have to go home in torn boxers, Bruce is going to kill you."

"God, don't remind me," he said before sitting beside her.

She laughed, "You could just not go home?"

"I wish. But I have a life. You have a life."

"It's unfortunate, isn't it. Can't spend all day with you but you're all I want to do."

"Funny."

"Thank you, I really tried," she thought, "You remember how I seem to have a fascination with vigilantes?"

"Yes, why?"

"I remembered why. So, when I was in high school, graduating year, I had law class. I was bored, so I did law, don't question it," she laughed. "Anyway, in my law class, they split us into groups. Specifically, Pro-Justice-League-Association and Anti-Justice-League-Association."

"Pro and Anti?"

"Yeah, apparently it was relevant? I guess the JLA doesn't use conventional methods to get evidence? Don't care though. Anyway, I was on the side of Pro, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Wait I'm not done! By the end of the class, I had debated every member of the Anti team and converted them. It actually introduced me to the Robin-Forums, which is just smack dab full of conspiracies."

"Robin-Forums?"

"Oh my god? You don't know those? You're all over them. Some people are convinced you're Kid Flash, some are convinced you're Robin, it's crazy."

"That is crazy but seems funny. What about my family?"

"Someone in my class posted "Why Clark Kent is Batman: An Essay" which has like, 20k likes? It's very popular."

"Well, I swear he isn't Batman. He's just very fond of the night."

"That's what I said, but that man is convinced otherwise."

"You would know if any of us were vigilantes. We're not good at hiding secrets."

"I'm sure you have your secrets, I just find it funny people think you have time to be Kid Flash."

"People spend all their time worrying about me, when will it end?"

"Ha! That's fair. Tabloids running your name probably doesn't help the conspiracies."

"I remember one of my ex-friends from high school mentioned me being Kid Flash, I was so confused, I guess it makes sense now. I'm going to have to show everyone that. They'll get a kick out of it."

"I bet they would. I'm waiting for the day I'm on it as someone who's a hero. Hoping they say I'm Wonder Woman or something. I think it would be funny."

"You get Miss Martin because everyone thinks you're too beautiful to be human."

"Aw. That's so corny that I hate it! Well done."

"Thank you. I learned it from Dick."

"Of course you did."

"Where else would I learn it from?"

"If you're genuinely asking, the internet, probably."

"That's fair. That's completely fair. I think Dick learns a lot of his lines from the internet, honestly."

"Oh yeah, there's no way he comes up with everything on his own. No way."

"So, what other dumb stories do you have?"

"Well, I think my sister is either a vigilante or really, really, weird."

"You think your sister is a vigilante?"

"Okay so, she's a businesswoman. No big deal, right? Wrong. She's always out, more often than she has to be, she's always spending nights away from home."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Okay well Adrianna, Aria, whatever you want to call her, she's being suspicious."

"I'm sure you're looking too far into it."

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The Night Jason Was Stabbed.

Aria clutched the scythe in her life hand. She had failed. She had worn her best dresses that she could hide beneath her capes, she had drugged him, she had stabbed him 6 bloody times, and he had still survived!

She was angry. She walked up to the Red Hood on his time off while he was catching a drink, looking stressed. She didn't care if he accepted her offer to go to her room, she just cared about that moment. The one where she could slip in the crushed-up pills and no one would stop her.

And she had done it. She waited until after he chugged the whole drink to strike. He was stumbling around, like an idiot. She hit his head with the back of her blade, knocking him to the ground where she proceeded to stab him 6 times in his right side.

She kissed his forehead before leaving, which required her to removed her mask a bit, saying "Goodnight, sweet Prince," before running into the darkness.

But the blue one, Nightwing. He got to the Red Hood before he could die. And she was pissed. All that hard work, just for him to not even die.

The scythe was still bloodied from the Red Hood. Her lips were still warm from his forehead. But now, he had possibly seen her face! Her plans were foiled every way when of her goblins came up to her.

"Ma'am, your weapon."

She passed it over without second thought. She wanted it rid of the blood of a living man, she wanted it soaked in the blood of a dead man.

Her plague doctor mask fell a bit as she began to tear up. She had failed. She had never failed at knocking "Heroes" down a peg.

Call it crazy, but she knew the fights between her and the Red Hood were far from over. She even felt as they'd grow closer.

As she looked at the walls covered in the photos of the vigilantes of the world, she knew this was only the first battle. The war was hers. They didn't know what was going to hit them.

But there was an issue. Her sister, Y/N had become close with one of the Waynes. She needed the Waynes to get to the "Heroes" which meant possibly hurting her sister.

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"I hope I'm looking too far into it."

She wasn't.

One night when they were both 17, it was just Aria and Y/N in the house when Y/N was awoken by a loud crash from the downstairs window.

She went to investigate, bat in hand, to find her sister, stumbling over the coffee table. Bleeding out and clutching her side from the blood. Stabbed.

Y/N took no hesitation to take care of Aria. Stitching her up like they had as kids when Y/N would sitch up Aria after shut cut herself on skates, or if Y/N ran straight into a car.

Those images still dance in Y/N's mind to this day. Something was up with the way that her sister had a mask, a long bird-Esque plague doctor mask. A cloak. Knives. Guns. A scythe.

The best outcome would be her sister was attacked while LARPing in the park. The worst? She was a villain. Midway? A hero of the night, a vigilante. Anything was better than a villain.

If only she knew the pain Aria had caused her until this point. The fact that Aria was the one who drugged and tried to kill Jason. The pieces of the story were unravelling in front of everyone's eyes, they just needed to connect them properly.

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Aria had a plan. Kidnap her sister and her lover's family. Get ransom. Get them hurting. Locate the "Heroes". The only issue was that Y/N would recognise the cloak, the mask. She knew the get-up.

Aria was not about to redesign her entire outfit for the sake of not alerting her sister. She figured it would be unlikely that Y/N would focus on the cloak when she's being used for ransom money.

Or at least she hoped. She wasn't certain her plan would even work. Breaking into the Wayne Manor, after one of the kids had been stabbed, in a mugging was going to be difficult.

They had employed security, something that was never common at the Wayne Manor before this moment. She was upset. If only her sister had met the Waynes before the stabbing.

Then she thought.

Red Hood is a Wayne?

It made sense, sure. They got stabbed at the same time. But was it reasonable? She didn't know. Why would an 18-20-year-old be a vigilante? He couldn't even legally drink?

She thought it didn't make sense. That the Red Hood was never, could never be the Wayne kid. But if he was, what could that mean?

She was certain he wasn't. But the thoughts swirled in her mind as if beckoning her to come to the conclusion.

She was crazy, she knew that. She was obviously crazy, she became the villain, the opposite of her twin in every way. She was insane. Arkham would like her. But there was something about the Red Hood being a Wayne that kept coming back to her. Haunting her like the night she was stabbed by Green Arrow back in Metropolis.

She was on their radar. They knew her. They would come to get the Waynes.

She knew the Justice League Association knew of her. But the people didn't. This stunt would make the people know of her.

The name Hour will ring through the streets of Gotham. The streets of Metropolis. Smallville. Anywhere she could get her hands on. She would begin her reign of terror.

No one could stop her now.

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Jason had left after Bruce had called him. She assumed he needed to work or one of his siblings did a dumbass move. It was upsetting that they couldn't spend every moment together, but she knew that it was par for the course with Jason.

She was bored. She didn't have a job, her parents paid her bills if she focused on school. But she wasn't something to do, a reason to be having down days. She knew school gave her this, but it wasn't like it was every damn day.

A job would be every damn day. Hopefully. A reason to do so much in her life.

She figured she could work at Wayne Enterprises. But she didn't want to be that girl. The one who's fucking the CEO and is subsequently untouchable. You can't befriend her and talk sit, she'll tattle.

She wanted to be a normal working person. A colleague, not a boss.

Wayne Enterprises was a last resort for her. If she couldn't get hired anywhere else, she'd go apply thee. You don't fuck company property, she thought.

But she also thought fucking Wanye Enterprises "Property" was fun. and no one was really going to stop her, not even Bruce. Even though Bruce tried to lecture her and Jason, there was only so much he'd do. Barbara and Dick both worked at Wayne Enterprises and hadn't been reprimanded for that.

And obviously, they were having sex. They had been together for a while, Jason said.

Which, obviously they were having sex if they were together for that long.

She scrolled a little while for jobs, marking down a few she'd look further into. Not really anything exciting, she was still young, 1st year in college, a freshman. Not many prestigious places would hire someone her age. Especially while they're still in school.

There were only unpaid intern jobs in her field. And she wasn't about to fuck with not getting paid, even if it was her line of schooling. She didn't think it was worth it to put all of your efforts into a job that you weren't getting paid for.

A lot of kids thought her way, including her sister. Both of them grew up thinking that getting paid for work was necessary, her parents had always told them that. Even if her parents had strict religious views, they would still back her up if someone wasn't paying her, even if they fell out.

She thought if Bruce felt the same, that kids should be paid for what they do. He figured he did since he employed all of his kids once they were old enough to work at Wayne Enterprises.

She noticed Lexcorp, who had recently put up a building in Gotham, was hiring. She thought it would be funny if she went to work for her boyfriend's dad's competitor. She was tempted.

Worst comes to worst, she'd be a Lexcorp employee.

She, of course, would have to dress up for these interviews, and she had the clothes to do so, but she didn't, per se, want to wear them.

She also didn't want to go outside when trials were still raging. So, she figured she'd call Christopher's parents about getting him a lawyer and then scroll the pages for shopping. His parents finally had the time to deal with their son, because Christopher didn't want to interrupt his parents with him being an idiot.

She dialled.

"Hello?" his mom asked.

"Hey, Laura. It's Y/N."

"Y/N! Sweetheart, we've been wondering about you ever since, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. We can talk about it later I swear. So, I already told you about what Christopher did, right?"

"You did."

"He needs a lawyer, the man is pressing charges."

"Well, that's stupid. He has no right."

"Apparently he does."

"We'll get Christopher a lawyer. But how are you, darling?"

"I'm okay. Could be a hell of a lot better. I have faith in the court system."

"We're all worried about you, kiddo. You've wrapped yourself up in a lot of a mess recently."

"I know. It's weird. But I swear I'm strong enough to pull through, you've known me for what, 13 years? Give or take? I know how to handle myself."

"That doesn't mean we can't worry."

"I know, new city, new people. I swear behind the scandals I'm in that I actually have friends."

"I assume we'll meet this Jason eventually?"

"Eventually. We need to find the time between court dates, work. Adulting."

"You don't have a job?"

"Jason does. And I'm thinking about getting one to pass the time."

"Working to pass the time is a new thing, fascinating, you kids are."

"Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done, I know."

"Those sound like song lyrics."

"Sometimes songs are the best way to get all your thoughts compiled into one place, you know. I starred as Katherine Howard, Laura. I know how to convey emotion through art."

"I know. That's still one of the performances Metropolis holds on to, you know."

"I wish they didn't. But it is what it is."

"It's a good performance, kiddo."

She laughed, "Anyway. You get onto that lawyer. Christopher needs it right now."

"I will. Be safe. We love you."

"I love you lot."

Click. She thought about Christopher, and the bullshit he went through to save her.

She brushed the thoughts off and pulled out her journal. Scribbling down her sister's bird mask. She couldn't get that off of her mind. She could have sworn her sister made the thing out of actual bone.

It was like she threw a steampunk aesthetic into a plague doctor. She was certain there was more to it that she didn't know.

Literally Aria LMFAO

[whitherliliesbloom]

quietus

[ ffxivwrite2021 ] ★ [ masterlist ] ★ [ prompt #13 - oneirophrenia ]

[ kaye & illya ] ★ [ 1,883 words ]  ★ [ wozwald au ] a continuation / sequel to fragrant sorrow, a previous fill i did

a hallucinatory (dream-like) state that is caused by such conditions as prolonged sleep deprivation, sensory isolation, and drug use

in the midst of his delirious, drunken haze he saw her - he can’t tell if it was meant to be his final blessing or an eternal curse

When the man felt the effects of the strong intoxicants begin to take its toll on him, they had already long left the domain of the last minor god he’d slain, dragging his bloodstained scythe behind his back. 

Though Lily had insisted that they scour the area for medicine in order to purge his body of the toxins, he’d stubbornly refused and instead stumbled his way back to their base. They both knew that a god of the original pantheon would not be so easily felled by drugs in his system.

But Kaye hasn’t been the same since they’d last visited the ruined temple of the first goddess of creation - his refusal to sleep, eat or even communicate past singular words of acknowledgements or fatigued grunts troubling to no end. She had thought it best to simply leave him in his grief, that time would come to heal him back to normalcy, and that she needed only but to wait for the painful memories to fade. 

It was a decision she regretted immensely as she watched as he finally crumpled to the floor. And as she cradled him in her arms and watched in tearful horror as he stared back up at her with an emptiness in his eyes, light slowly fading, she cried out his name that sounded nothing more than like the muffled trickling of water ringing distantly in his ears.

“Kaye! Kaye!”

Perhaps this was the ending he had always longed for, a fate that he has long awaited at far end of the tunnel... and it certainly took it’s sweet time to arrive. 

As the closest thing to divinity, it would be no small feat to kill him. No amount of drugs, sleep deprivation or even starvation would be able to grant him eternal rest - he knows first hand. He’d spent many millennia injecting his body with nicotine and alcohol, but they never did anything more than to dull his senses - a small mercy granted for him to put up with the karmic retribution that constantly struck him with pain like hooks sinking into his very flesh.

The only thing that could kill him was one of the other pantheon members - and they’re all gone. The life he has led thus far as the sole survivor is one he saw as divine punishment. 

But even a god has his limits - and he wondered if it would perhaps benefit Lily more if he’d just passed on from his own hands, unlikely and irresponsible as that may be.

“Kaye. Kaye.” 

He hears his name being called again, but his eyelids feel too heavy to open... until the scent of daisies fill his nostrils. 

When he opens his eyes, he finds himself in an old, familiar body... a long almost forgotten form of himself from ages ago that he abandoned with the passing of the last of the divine pantheon. 

He’s silent as he looks down at his tattered robes, loose and out of fashion for the modern age compared to his leather jackets and high laced boots. 

“Kaye.” 

He turns his head to the sound of the voice behind him, and his eyes widen - but only briefly. 

“You seem troubled. Is something wrong?”

An ethereal maiden clad head to toe in silken white garbs rests against the stone pillar, her back resting against the cold cobblestone and a singular white flower clasped tightly between her small fingers. Her once familiar vibrant and sparkling violet eyes are now a muted, murky hue - a luster in which he’s had to watch being lost gradually to the cruelty of time. 

Was this a dream? A lucid nightmare? Or perhaps he was in limbo - caught between the realm of the living and the underworld of the dead that awaited his arrival. Where do the souls of dead gods even rest after death? He’s unsure - but he’s certain there is no place for him in heaven.

Despite his initial confusion, Kaye doesn’t seem perturbed or panicked in the least... the sight of the girl filling his heart up with a sorrow that he hadn’t known was even possible for him anymore. He had thought himself incapable of feeling anymore - and yet here he was.

“Nothing.” he answers before he can even think, just like he had back then... Perhaps he really was in a dream - reliving the memories of his biggest regret as punishment for his transgressions. 

“Are you sure?” the girl asks, her voice weak and soft... and he furrows his brows at her insistence. “You can talk to me about whatever is bothering you.”

“I’m not the one who is-” 

The words die in his throat, caught in a choked mutter that gives away his lapse of weakness. He cannot bring himself to say the words, but she has abandoned all shred of self-pity and spells it out with her own voice... and he can only wonder why she is being so nonchalant about her own fate.

“Going to fade? I know.” 

How can her voice remain so gentle? One would assume nothing was amiss about her had she not been wearing an obviously drowsy expression on her face - and even then, she is still smiling. 

“But melancholy doesn’t suit you... You’re usually more... passionate, more angry. Like when Roko pranked you into drinking the stale wine.”

“I’m surprise you still remember that.” Kaye huffs, but his words aren’t entirely true. Because of course she would remember - of course the kindest, most pure-hearted of the six of them would remember everything... She loved everyone more than she even loved herself, foolish and naive as she is.

She giggles lightly, like tiny bell chimes ringing and carrying its melody in the wind and into the starry night sky... but none save the trees and himself are here to hear it, and it does nothing to soothe the thorns that are wrapped in his chest. 

“Maybe I should take you to the shrine after all.” Kaye suggest, has already suggested multiple times before... But the girl merely shakes her head. 

“I’m tired. I don’t think I’d make it even if you carried me.” 

He would in a heartbeat if it would help, but the both of them know it’d be pointless. He’s in denial of the situation, clamoring for what little hope there was left. Were his brother around, he’d certainly point out the irony of the situation with a laugh. 

“Besides... I want the remainder of my energy to remain there... So you can remember me by.”

Beneath sealed lips, Kaye grits his teeth and bites the insides of his cheeks. He knows she doesn’t mean for it to be... But her words felt like they were meant to be a punishment for him - a promise that he wasn’t ready to commit to and make yet.

“Illya.” At the sound of her name, she quiets, fiddling with the petals of the lone flower in her hand gently. “I probably won’t last long enough to remember anything.”

“Don’t say that.”

Finally, he catches a hint of strain in her words, pain flashing in her eyes as she shakes her head.

“All creation will always meet an inevitable end... But death is everlasting, it’s eternal for as long as the world exists.” The goddess pauses for a moment to let her words linger, to let her voice hang in the air and embed itself into his memories for as long as she can afford it to. “You were always the strongest of us... You’ll keep protecting the world for us, won’t you?”

Kaye doesn’t respond her question, but he doesn’t need to... He knows Illya already knows what his answer would be - she knew even before the world began to fall to anarchy.

“Without life, there can be no death.” He murmurs bitterly, and she smiles sympathetically back at him.

“Which is why I will never truly be gone. As long as you live on, you will be living in my memory.” 

A selfish part of himself says he doesn’t want to. He was never known to be the most altruistic of gods, back in the beginning of the world and even now. She knows full well the burden he must bear - and the weight of the words that she spoke to him. 

But beneath the surface level, there is a reason for her blind optimism. She sees her urging him to live not as punishment.... but because she still, even after the ugliness of humanity and life has presented itself fully, carries a flickering hope in her heart that he is sure will die with her.

Illya wants him to live because she believes he will one day find a way to be happy... and if that is what it takes for her to pass on in peace, then he is willing to indulge her with that juvenile, unimaginable fantasy. 

“Can I ask a favor of you, Kaye?” it was to be her final request out of many... She knows of her own self-centeredness as she asks him apologetically. 

Her hand slowly raises, the white flower in her palm grasped weakly between her little fingers. The golden ornaments dangling from her armlets knock together and let out a soft ominous chime. 

“When you visit me in the future, could you bring flowers?” 

He hesitates to move... knows that if he were to take the flower from her hand, that he’d be sealing her fate... and he was far from ready to accept that.

But the swirling of her hopeful, radiant eyes... even as they were slowly losing their usual jewel-like shine bids him take the flower with his left hand, and he holds it delicately in his palm - so softly that he was afraid it would wither away. 

“What kind of flowers? You still haven’t told me what your favorite was.”

“Hehe... you’re right. I am a little indecisive when it comes to that, aren’t I? Let’s see...”

He turns away from her, staring intently at the flower in his hand.

“There are lilies... particularly white ones, but other kinds are pretty too. I really like hydrangeas.. did you know that they bloom in different colors depending on the soil they grow on?”

Her voice is getting softer - more distant. He swallows back the lump in his throat, even if he can tell that she was closing her eyes.

“Yeah, I know. You told me before.”

“I also like plum blossoms... They represent resilience and hope. They’re also called the harbingers of spring.”

She’s so lost in her enamor for flowers that she failed to realize that she hasn’t answered his question... but he cannot bring himself to interrupt her.

“Carnations, hibiscuses, delphiniums...” 

Kaye can no longer remember what her final words had been - only that she spent the final seconds of her life listing the names of flowers - of the things that she loved even unto the very end.  

By the time he realizes she’s grown quiet, and he turns his head to look behind, she has vanished, leaving naught but the lingering, quickly dissipating warmth of the stone she sat upon and the flower in his hand that swayed gently in the nightly breeze. 

[laora-inn]

Supernatural - Some speculations about the last 7 episodes of 15th season

Well, after 2 trailers, episodes descriptions on IMDB and some unfinished plot-lines of SPN story I’d like to share my own speculations. Some of them are definitely wrong. 

Destiel positive, happy end positive, don’t like - don’t read. 

Season 15 | Episode 14. Last Holiday

A filler - that’s how we anime fans call episodes which have no deal with the main plotline, though can contain some interesting moments and nuances. In “Supernatural” these episodes usually have no Cas in them. Sometimes they are very good... but mostly not. They are “just for fun”, and fans enjoy them, because they can be really funny. No angst.

Like this one - no angst, no Cas, a wood nymph who looks like Mary Poppins to me (or Mrs. Marple whatever). Some British origin of the character. 

That’s the episode which shots with Dean in purple nightgown are from (trailer short version).

I suppose the shot with Dean, Sam and Jack flying in the air could also be here from. But maybe not.

I don’t know where Cas may be. His absence should be explained to us in some way. In episode 10th he was missing because of talking to the angels. What’s now? Some preparations for the next Jack's trial? 

In this episode Dean should come closer to Jack’s forgiving.

Season 15 | Episode 15. Gimme Shelter

I have NO IDEA what this episode is about. Maybe the next trial for Jack? Or not?

I think the shot from the last trailer with Cas protecting Jack on the truck bed is from this episode. Also, some tortured person on the bed with the “lust” written above could be from it. 

And what about Sam and Dean? Where are they? 

I think they may have their own journey here, separate from Cas and Jack. Possibly the epic shots with them entering some building are this episode from. Possibly not. 

Season 15 | Episode 16. Drag Me Away (From You)

I don’t like this episode title. It looks like Destiel mocking to me - maybe, I just don’t have enough faith. I want to trust SPN writers but can’t. Somebody help me to believe, we all need that now! :)

THE ONLY episode in ALL THE SHOW except this one that had brackets in the title was 12x12, Stuck in the Middle (With You). Yahoo. 

Obviously, 12x12 was a parody to the Reservoir Dogs, a movie by Quentin Tarantino. Parody in a good sense of this word, but still. The plotline, the scenes (oh, this lunch scene from different points of view!), the scenes’ order, the roles, though changed - all of them. In case you didn’t watch Reservoir Dogs, just go and watch it, and then re-watch 12x12. You will understand. 

"Stuck in the Middle with You" is Stealers Wheel song which was in the OST of this Tarantino’s movie. This allusion should deal with boys’ and Mary relationship - because it’s her who betrayed them involuntarily, and now they are stuck in the middle with her. 

But somehow this episode title also deals with Destiel relationship. Maybe ‘cause that’s Cas who is dying, not Mary. Maybe ‘cause even on his deathbed he doesn’t confess something important - not about his betrayal, there was no one, but about his feelings. He says "I love you”, but then adds “I love all of you”, and Dean is literally stuck in the middle with Cas here. 

Back to the brackets in the episodes titles. Because of them I suppose that 12x12 and 15x16 could be connected. But how exactly?! That’s the question. I want them badly to be connected in Destiel way, but know too little. 

Back then I supposed that Dean could be dying in this episode and it would be his turn to confess something to Cas. But now I don’t know if there will be Cas in this episode at all, I just don’t have enough information. 

I hope he will. 

Btw, the words “Drag Me Away (From You)” are in Toto’s song “Africa”. And in case you didn’t know, in 2018 this song was used for half-an-hour Destiel video made by fan here. It covers ALL the Destiel moments then far. Link for this video is in Supernatural wiki, in the Destiel article. Half an hour, 10 repeats of the song, author’s comment: 

Along the way it stopped being funny and started getting insulting because this has been a literal decade (as of 2018 the vid features seasons 4-13) and the show has explored ALL of the tropes and yet and yet and yet...

I mean the fangirl shipper part of me also loves it. And then I get mad because I love it. I have a very complicated relationship with Supernatural but that's okay.

Have you heard the good news about Tragic Widow Dean?

TLDR: Have a supercut of all the DeanCas stuff set to Toto's Africa.

We can speculate a bit about this fact, but the truth is we know only about young Sam and Dean, who certainly will be in this episode. 

I think shots with Billie talking to Dean from the last trailer also belong to this episode, as well as shots with young Dean with Samulet, who is a ghost now. But these assumptions could be totally wrong. 

What circumstances will take us to the young Sam and Dean? Time travelling? Flashbacks? The parallel world?

Personally I think it will be the third option. Because how the hell young Dean can be a ghost in “our” universe? Unless it’s not Dean, though I doubt it. But if it’s not Dean, it can be a flashback, you know, with the young boys. Yep? 

We’ll wait and see.

I don’t think that Sam’s appreciative words to Dean refer to this episode. 

Also I don’t think Sam is going to sacrifice himself AGAIN (I’ve heard such an opinion). But maybe it’s my hope that makes me think in a wrong way.

Season 15 | Episode 17. Unity

I think some of Chuck’s shots are from this episode. Maybe the red lights in the bunker too. Maybe not. 

There also should be Amara and some angels. I saw Uriel in the cast! Maybe there also be some light lit on the all situation in Heaven now, when Jack made new angels. 

Some interaction between all of them + Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack should take place. Here the shot with sigil could be taken from. 

What side the angels will take? How it happened that Uriel is alive? Was he resurrected by Chuck or Amara? What plans does Amara have, how is she planning to deal with Chuck?

And what’s for Naomi? Will she come back or not? I think she won’t, not in this episode for sure, and I’m already disappointed ‘cause you know, she should be alive. Dumah said she is. For me Naomi is an important figure considering Destiel, and I think she’d be the best Heaven runner. 

All in all, in this episode should happen something that will make Cas happy. I suppose by the end of 15x17 or in the beginning of 15x18 they all will be sure that they have won the game, and Dean will forgive Jack for Mary.

The episode title may refer to angels’, Winchesters’ and Amara unity. 

Season 15 | Episode 18. Despair

Well, in Supernatural wiki I also saw “The Truth” title for this episode. 

Most of us are convinced that in this episode Cas will tell Dean about his deal with the Empty and will be taken by it. I believe the same. 

I think shot with Billie knocking with her hand rotten belongs to this episode. 

I have some doubts, but also think a shot with Dean leaning on Cas is from here. 

I’m sure that “You fought for this whole world” and Dean’s crying scene belong to this episode. ‘Cause you know. Despair. And the truth - about Cas’s deal and possibly about their fake win. 

Billie’s with her scythe and bunker intrusion symbols could also be from here (or from one the previous episodes ends, especially for Billie - as a cliffhanger). And it should be the case for Sam and Jack, I suppose. Because there is no other way for Dean and Cas to face Cas’s deal with just two of them. 

Destiel confession will be here, in more explicit form that it could be in 15x16, because there will be A TALK, but I don’t think we’ll see something real explicit. 

Maybe, Dean’ll say he loves Cas. Maybe not. I’m sure only about the fact that we’ll cry by the end of this episode. And that will be AN UGLY CRYING, just as Jensen said.

Well, maybe there will be a hint that Cas can be brought back, but I think it won’t. So prepare yourselves, my friends. 

Season 15 | Episode 19. Inherit the Earth

Here I think Sam’s appreciative words to Dean are taken from. They are definitely comforting. ‘Cause you know, Cas is dead, Chuck is alive. Possibly Cas was in his way and Chuck erased him by making him believe in their win.

I also think Dean’s crying words “this whole mission, saving the world” belong to this episode and will be in conversation with Sam. 

They still need to fight Chuck, and Jack is still alive. Here Michael will appear and helps. And there is one moment Sergey mentioned in 15x07, about the key to the Death’s library. He even described what it looks like! Cas heard that as well as Eileen. Well, if Cas is taken, then Eileen should return to the Winchesters, maybe with Sam and Jack, or just tell them about this key. 

I don’t know what they are going to do after. Open this library? How? Find how to kill God? Or not? Will they try to save Cas?

I think they will not talk about Cas’s saving. And he will be dead in this episode for sure.

Also I think they’ll deal with God in this episode, one way or another.

Season 15 | Episode 20. Carry On

This is a land of unlimited speculation!

I hope Dean’ll have Cas back by the end of episode. I think Cas’ll save himself from the Empty, ‘cause, you know, he has a big goal there. The Empty tortures all the dead angels and demons, as far as we know. It should be fixed - Cas’s already made a promise to Ruby. And we know that Cas has no problem with ruining something and messing it up - he is basically THE GREAT TRICKSTER of this show. 

Rebelling against Heaven and ruining angels’ plans? Check. Stopping Apocalypse? Check. Opening Purgatory? Check. Becoming a new God? Check. Bringing the Leviathans? Check. Casting all the angels out of Heaven and burning their wings? Check. Becoming human? Check. Becoming an angel by devouring other angels’ grace? Check. Getting an army of angels? Check. Giving up this army for one human? Check. Kidnapping angels’ prisoner? Check. Letting Lucifer in? Check. Helping “an abomination”, Devil’s son, to be born? Check. Annoying Empty so much that it brought him back to life? Check. Making a deal with the Empty? Check. 

It’s very dangerous to mess with Cas, you just don’t know what he could do for the greater good, and yep, in some way Dean was right when he said that Cas is “something that’s always going wrong”. So I think the Empty is in trouble here, not vice versa.  

Also, there is one more thing that bothers me. When Nick in 14th season was praying to Lucifer, he woke him up in the Empty. Theoretically, Lucifer can be awake by now. It could be a dead end, but still. Lucifer’s “true face” is similar to the Empty’s, sooo... 

I don’t know what to think about it and the fact that Nick could reach Lucifer and return him from the Empty, so let’s move on.  

I hope for the happy end for Sam (maybe with Eileen) and for all the hunters we know. They are family. 

NO MCD here! If someone’ll die - they shouldn’t be Sam, Dean or Cas. I don’t want to see Eileen’s death either. I don’t know what about Jack. I don’t want him to die, but he is 100% supernatural being, and I am not sure what it means for him to die. 

Monsters should stay, hunters should hunt them. We’ll see that the “family business” thrives.    

There should be an order on the all levels - in Heaven, Hell and on Earth. There should be the new Death - of they should return Billie. Rowena running the Hell would be perfect. Wonder if Naomi could run Heaven. Maybe it will be Chuck? If he will be redeemed. Or Michael. 

I don’t know what’s for the Empty and Amara. 

I don’t know what the end for Jack will be. I’d like he will be alive, but I just don’t know. He can’t be a human. That will be right thing for Cas, but not for Jack. 

I hope for Destiel endgame, as well as for Sam/Eileen. Cas should become a human, maybe, with some supernatural skills left.   

I doubt that we have proper scenes of these ships together or Cas’ humanity. Just hints. But they can be very obvious - especially if we’ll see Dean’s reaction to Cas’s returning. 

So, I hope to see them. 

But, as I said, it's a land of unlimited speculation. We’ll wait and see. 

What else should be resolved:

- Kevin can’t stay a ghost! It’s my main point here. He also can’t go to Hell. What will happen with him and in which episode? I don’t know. I just hope they won’t forget about him. 

- There is the shot with Bobby from? 15x20? He should be somewhere. 

- Also, there should be Charlie in this season unless something’s changed. Where is she?

- What are they going to do with alternative!Winchesters from 15x13? They will rest? They will make another HunterCorp? They will be gone?! Come on, something needs to be done with them! Of course, they are not so important here, so the writers can forget about them, but still, I’m interested.

What am I going to do:

I'm going to watch all the last episodes of the season. AND THEN, if there will be no happy end for the Winchester boys and Cas won’t be with them, I'm going to rebel. :) In every possible way - petitions, letters, actions etc. We are grown-up people here. We can fight for our rights, and it's my crucial right - to be happy about my favorite show ending. :) 

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Feel free to ask me anything or to comment. My ask is working!

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1002 - Initial Thoughts

As expected, the wait took forever Long weeks in this pandemic... But we’re back with One Piece as the Yonko/Supernova rumble gets started It’s another compacted chapter in all that so buckle up

Spoilers obviously will follow, Support the Official Release as well

As for the cover page: the betrayal is real

Kaido whipping out the Kiku Disarming Winds, and it does disarm Kid’s mecha, but as he said it’s junk so it doesn’t really do him any harm

Zoro though, not playing, swatted that shit away even when they’re called ‘invisible wind scythes’ by the scabbards

if you ever wondered how to piledrive a dragon, learn from Kid’s Gibson Slam

Law does expose how he might struggle with Kaido given that he has no idea how a dragon’s (or mega fish) internal organs are laid out. The Gamma Knife will still sting though

What in the world was Sonic Scythe!? I’m guessing he amplified his blades with sound? But it looked like he got him good

You gotta weave that though, roasted by an Indra from Big Mom

Zeus you are a bad cloud and a bad slave to Nami, remember yourself before Brook comes slicing

Was, was Kaido gonna eat Killer before Luffy gave him the feet?

Law you are allowed to help others at their request and not complain about it, especially since it’s Zoro protecting his captain

For the second time in this battle Big Mom is shook but this time it’s from Zoro about to use Enma on Kaido

He’s also doing the attack he used against Ryuma

Took the horn of the entire dome but alas, did not hit Kaido, but even he’s raised a brow

Then BM Indra’s Zoro right in front of Luffy. I can forgive this one more than Killer because Zoro was weakened and falling in the air so it’s harder for him to sense and dodge, but also Luffy is right behind him he needs to keep an eye out

Big Mom now going to town though, lightning everywhere and it seems that Prometheus is part of it, pulling a sneaky on Kid there

Enelface incoming though, even Big Mom doesn’t recall how rubber works!

Kaido though hits the blast breath, but Luffy’s in anger mode: you hurt Zoro, so he’s gonna hit you: accept your fate.

And no break next week, huzzah! Of course if there were a break I do accept that Oda needs rest but also the hype within me is relieved that it doesn’t have to wait twice as long for this

so this chapter was of course very good, although once I finished it I did not feel like I had just gone through 13 pages that chapter went really quick! The chapter did highlight the concern with last chapter when Kaido said he would fight the Supernova alone. Big Mom’s blindsiding has caused what looks to actually be an increased probability in winning into a mountain to climb again. I’m glad Killer and Zoro got shine, before being wasted a little...they’ll be back though I think, especially Zoro they can’t have him miss his shot and that be it. That being said I also don’t think the five will defeat them as they are now. It’s almost like an RPG fight right now, but the party is only attacking one of the two bosses. I think Luffy may be able to stun Kaido for a bit but in the end when the Yonko continue to fight seriously they’ll gain the upper hand, that’s when we need to move back to the lower floors with the Sanji vs Maria, Jimbei vs Who’s Who, Franky vs Sasaki, the Queen and King stuff with Marco and Chopper, Carrot and Wanda vs Perospero, Brook and Robin’s tower climb, Yamato getting involved again, Tama’s 3 minutes, the fact that the island is slowly being carried over to be dropped on the Flower Capital etc.

The battle is far from done, but the Supernova are getting their licks in, just gotta keep an eye on both enemies. Also to quote Piccolo ‘DODGE!’

[littleblackqrow]

Backstory meme 9

9. If they were to make a timeline with their life events, which ones would they list? Which would they leave out?

It’d probably be easier if I did the timeline myself. Strike through stuff is what Qrow wont admit to, or would just never ever bring up. Obviously these are fungible depending on rp partners.

Born sometime, dunno when or where. Any speculation on his actual age is just a guess because of this. (He was actually born Friday, October 13th. Raven beat him, and was born on October 12th.

village got destroyed by Grimm. Tribe found the twins when they were toddlers (?) old enough to start crawling, not really old enough to have much memory

5-6 years old. His semblance activates without much fanfare or notice. It takes the Branwens months to figure out that all the bad luck they’ve had lately has a source.

About 7-8, he fixated on the Grimm Reaper and started trying to emulate her. Sliced up his arm when the prototype of Harbinger (complete with actual sharp cooking knife he stole) broke.

Saw a man killed in front of him when he was about that same age. Kids were supposed to head inside the Camp walls while the guards fought a professional Huntsman and killed him. Qrow was supposed to be inside but wanted to see a Real Fight so he hid and watched. He never told Raven about it

Qrow finds an injured baby marten and he nurses it back to health. The marten is tamed, and follows Qrow around. He aura trains the little gremlin, and names him Dustfinger.

13 was his first raid on a settlement and was what made him realize that he was not cut out to be a bandit. It still haunts him, though not as bad as it used to

14, his adulthood ceremony. This is when he earned the name Qrow and has gone by this name ever since. This is also when he earned a scar on his shoulder blade, a small celtic knot that ties him to the Tribe forever

17 he was sent to Beacon and joined Team STRQ. Things become a blur after that because his life picks up dramatically

At some point during school, much like rwby would, STRQ stumbled onto hints about Salem and also decided that stopping her was the most important thing they could do.

Qrow decides with Raven that they are not going back to the Tribe around their junior year, but need an acceptable reason for staying here. Ozpin gives them a way out with their feathers. Getting his ability to shape shift was a game changer

Also about this time was when Qrow discovered that he felt better when he was drinking. He started drinking, chasing that good feeling.

21-23, Raven was pregnant with Yang. Qrow did not want to complicate the pregnancy so he literally stayed away from her for all 7 months that she was aware of it. Qrow hauled ass to be there as soon as Yang and Raven were given the all-clear health wise. Holding his niece was a paradigm shift for Qrow, and he knew that she was the most important person in his life

Qrow goes through a period where he is in and out of his own apartments, trying to prove that he can do things independent of Raven. These are all failed attempts

The first time he killed a man happens when he’s between 18 and 23. He does not talk about this. It’d been one of his more vicious bullies in the Tribe who thought he was hot shit. He challenged Qrow to a duel, and in the Tribe’s ritualistic fights, Qrow had to accept, and this asshole didnt give him any other choice based on the rules of combat.

Raven leaves her family for the Tribe. Qrow makes himself scarce around Summer and Tai because things are awkward and he doesnt know how to deal with this. His drinking becomes more heavy. He goes on long weekend binges, and starts carrying around a flask.

Qrow moves in with Tai and Summer. While they do invite him into their relationship, Qrow insists on keeping his own room, and will sleep there more often than he sleeps with the two of them.

Qrow gets his masters after five or six of additional study after leaving Beacon. This degree was equal parts interest in the subject and wanting to have a plausible cover for Ozpin. Qrow then starts teaching at Signal

Ruby is born. Her parentage is uncertain but this does not matter. Tai and Qrow and Summer talked about it before they tried for a baby and decided on the familial roles that everyone was going to have. Ruby and Yang are tied for most important people in Qrow’s life.

Summer goes on her last mission. Qrow is the one to tell Tai.

His alcoholism falls off a cliff at this point. He will drink himself senseless almost every night so that he can swallow his pain and get up to help make sure the girls are taken care of, and to help Tai be a functional human being.

Dustfinger the Marten dies of old age at home. Qrow was away at the time, and the girls give Dustfinger a proper funeral because they know thier uncle would have wanted that.

Ruby asks him to train her in using a scythe when she’s about 7 or 8, the same age Qrow was. 

Qrow gets Tai a therapy dog. Zwei quickly becomes a fixture in the family home. 

things are fuzzy up until canon, but they include a lot of secret missions away from Ozpin, a lot of lack of self care, and a lot of pain.

Qrow leaves off a lot of things like all his failed relationships, all his sillier exploits, and will only talk about his work for Ozpin if its relevant. He’ll leave off his descent into alcoholism because he’s not ready to really examine those periods in his life or why things got worse.

and  I know I’m leaving stuff off, but those are the big events that come to mind.

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Finale Theories

So, taking into consideration all of the lore that Supernatural has put in place throughout the years. How a new death is chosen, how the supernatural hierarchy is laid out all of these things (including the season 5 Sam/ Lucifer and Dean/ Michael sword plot line) here is what I believe could be the ending for the show. THIS IS ALL JUST ME THEORIZING THINGS, I COULD BE COMPLETELY WRONG (most likely am)...

So as we know, The Empty is the only being who can kill death, however, Death is already dying due to the scythe cut that Dean did in 15x18. As we aren’t fully knowledgeable about what happens in the empty, either her wound will continue to fester, will kill her instantly (doubt), will pause the festering, or it will heal completely. Yet that still does leave The Empty (being) and Billie!Death to have a battle within the Empty (realm), but that does bring up the line “You made it loud” what The Empty (being) said to Jack once he re-materialized, and how every demon and angel since the beginning of time could possibly be awake now, trapped in their confusion of where they are, what happened and what is happening right now. Let’s say The Empty (being) kills Billie!Death, then that means by the lore Supernatural has put in place, a new Death will have to be put in place, this would be the most recent angel to have died...That would be Castiel. 

In this area, I believe Castiel will become the next Death, then as Chuck!God has no control over him, Cas can then read God’s book and help the boys kill him because he would be able to know how the story/ show ends.

In regards to the God/ Amara situation; how he consumed her in 15x17, I think that power wise, Amara is stronger than God and so she will overpower him and free herself from him then aid in the boys taking on God and she could even possibly sacrifice herself because she isn’t as dark as she once was, that way getting rid of both seemingly light and dark from this world, creating a fresh “balance”.

In the Empty (realm), technically Archangels are still Angels, so in theory Lucifer, Gabriel and Raphael would be asleep in the Empty, but as they aren’t in the cast list for either of the last episodes I doubt that this theory is even close to possible. But anyway... We never actually had the fight between Dean/ Michael and Sam/ Lucifer (Michael was in ADAM in season 5, and Lucifer was in NICK in season 13) we never got the fight that Gabriel repeatedly stated was their “Destiny”, so they could possibly take God on, again I doubt it though.

This leads onto me thinking that the show could possibly thinking that Dean could become the ruler of Heaven (Michael could help him along the way, if Michael survives the finale). Sam could become the head of Hell (Rowena could help HIM along the way). not going to lie I don’t know about Jack...sorry. But obviously if Castiel does become the next Death, he can visit all of the realms including Heaven and have a relationship with Dean (fingers crossed). Maybe Jack could be the protector of Earth if everyone gets restored once God is destroyed.

AGAIN THESE ARE JUST ME SPURTING A BUNCH OF IDEAS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BECOME TRUE IN THE SHOW. BUT I’M EXCITED TO SEE WHERE THE CREATORS TAKE THIS ENDING!!!

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Do All of the stay at home asks I want to know all these things about you >:)

Andy you want to kill me I think

1. your favorite playlist

This playlist by @girlboss-keevan either that or this playlist by me

2. how many houseplants in your room, and what kinds are they?

all my plants are outside plants, actually! I’ve got 15 tomato plants, 12 pepper plants, 10 types of herb, squash, green beans, cucumber, and corn plants :)

3. your favourite “grounding” activity

gardening, unsurprisingly. making collages, also!

4. an account on social media whose posts make you smile

galactivist on instagram. absolutely hilarious parody of those instagram infographics that treat big issues like an aesthetic

5. 5 tv shows that cheer you up

Five?? Yikes. Okay, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Gilmore Girls, Gravity Falls, On My Block, and Kim’s Convenience

6. how you get relaxed when you’re struggling to sleep

I do yoga! I’ve got one routine that’s supposed to help with getting better sleep and it’s also really good for calming down. When I can’t sleep I get really jumpy and I turn into a bigger hypochondriac than I already am, so it’s good to have something that chills me the fuck out.

7. your favourite board game

Scrabble <3

8. if you were going to write a non-fiction book on any topic, what would it be?

Probably worldbuilding in sci fi! I’m sure I could offer a lot of advice on that subject.

9. a quote you would consider getting tattooed or put in a frame.

the ‘blasphemy? before what god?’ rant from re-animator

10. something you’ve created in the last year that you’re proud of (a playlist, a piece of art, some writing, a craft hobby, a social media account, etc)

I wrote a story about body image that won a national award, i’m pretty damn proud of that

11. a tip or hack you’ve learned that makes cleaning or tidying easier

you don’t have to do it all at once

12. if you could make a candle that smelt like anything, what would you pick?

closing all the tabs on your computer after finishing a big project

13. the last so-bad-it’s-good joke you heard

what do vegan zombies eat? graaaiiiinnnnsss

14. an artist (of any kind) whose work you look forward to seeing

I recently read The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez and WOW was that book good. I can’t wait to read more of his stuff.

15. the last tv episode that made you laugh out loud

The Future’s End part 2 from Voyager. ‘Tuvok, what a freakosaurus!’ got to me.

16. how you wake your body up when it’s feeling tired, achy or needs a stretch

stick my face in a bowl of ice water

17. a bath, shower, beauty or toiletry product that makes you feel revived, or that you always re-order when it’s running out

cerave hydrating face cleanser. It’s really good for feeling clean :)

18. a book series you can always escape in

Scythe by Neil Schusterman. It’s an odd one but I like it a lot.

19. the sport or exercise you enjoy the most, and what’s helped you get better at it

weightlifting! And, I don’t really know what’s helped me get better at it. Just… doing it I suppose.

20. a skill you’ve picked up in the past few years

I’m not sure how much this counts but making herbal mixes for different situations. Right now I’m drying some pineapple sage, mint, and lavender for my mom’s birthday. They make really good gifts.

21. a YouTube video you find useful, entertaining, or relaxing

The first episode of Fantasy High by Dimension 20. Absolutely LOVE watching people play dnd (just not the action parts, that can get boring)

22. if you were going to dye your hair any colour of the rainbow, what would you choose?

teal! I like that color

23. the book you just finished and what you thought

I just finished The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez and I don’t think I’ve cried that much because of a book in a long time. (No spoilers but WHY Vaila, why did you do that 😭)

24. describe the most wacky, weird and wonderful at-home outfit you’ve put together

Army pants, combat boots, neon pink and blue flannel, and one of my dad’s band shirts from the eighties

25. a game you’re playing that takes your mind off things

It’s called Two Spies and it’s really fun but I’m VERY bad at it

26. the film you watched most recently that you could watch again and again

Saving Face my beloved 🥺

27. your favourite flavour and brand of tea

I don’t really have a favorite brand but I like irish breakfast tea

28. a good-will story you’ve heard on the news that’s made you feel hopeful

Norway shut down its last arctic coal mine! It’s turning the land into a national park. Obviously not going to save the world but it’s nice to know that people ARE trying to help the environment.

29. a favourite easy recipe: 5 ingredients or less, or takes less than 30 min to make

Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato slices <3

30. a song that makes you want to have a boogie round your bedroom

Transparent Soul by Willow

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SALEM - Ch. 15

SAVED WORK

Summary: In all the centuries of your existence, you had never been dragged out of hiding by another god, put in a superhero team and forced to save the universe. But it seems your luck has run out.

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The smell of ash surrounded you. You hated to say it, but it almost smelled like a barbecue. It made you want to throw up.

You could feel the fire still licking our heels, the rope around you, and the villagers screaming.

Y/n’s hand was still tight on yours, now hard as stone. You slipped your hand out of hers and looked down at the rope. It had burned with the fire, allowing you to break away from the severely damaged material. You took a deep breath. Why were you alive? You were burned…

A small voice in your head told you everything was alright. You felt oddly calm when you recognized the feeling of your mother’s magic. Maybe she had saved you?

Now the hardest task would be stepping out of the fire into the group of angry, weapon-wielding men and women. You did it anyway, moving away from the flames. The bottom of your dress had burned, leaving you with your torn, burnt underskirt. Suddenly you were thankful for the intense amount of layers you wore. The sleeves were smoking, burned through. Your shoes had charred, burned and stiff. They seemed to tear from their leather as you moved. You eventually reached down and pulled what was left of them off since they only made it harder to walk.

You stepped further down, trying your best not to get splinters in your feet. The smoke filled your lungs, burning them. You let a cough or two escape, but now was not the time to appear weak. The second everyone caught sight of you they stopped yelling. It made you wonder exactly how long you had been burning. For a second, you dared to look behind you at the fire. Y/n was still there, clearly dead. Darkened and charred skin covered her. You looked away before you got the chance to take it in. This was not something you wanted to remember. You looked to the first villager you could find and clasped your hand around his neck, squeezing. You had been strong before, but now? You felt inhuman. It scared you and fascinated you at the same time.

You could crush him. You knew you could.

So you did.

You could feel a disturbingly warm liquid drip down your hand. You dropped him, not bothering to look down. A silence swept over the crowd. Some smarter townspeople ran away. Probably trying to find some sort of help. They wouldn’t find any. Everyone in town was here to watch their friends, family, or enemies burn. Besides, you didn’t think anyone could take you down at this point. You felt invincible.

Then you remembered him. Loki.

He had shown up in Salem to watch a sunset forever ago, and now you couldn’t imagine living here without him. Of course, he couldn’t be here every day. You understood, half your family was gods you never got to talk to, but the days you did have with him were the best you could imagine. He was never fond of ‘Midgard’ as he called it, but he seemed to warm up to your small town. The people were kind, you had a small community within the town. Until the trials began.

Loki left you a week or two before, saying he was called back to Asgard. He said it wouldn’t be permanent, but that it would be longer than usual. That was over a month ago. Or was it two…

With your time imprisoned, it was hard to tell.

He would talk you out of this. Tell you to spare their lives, that with this new power you felt, the two of you had better things to do. He could explain what you were feeling and help you through it.

For a moment you paused. Thought about just locking yourself in your family home and wait for your mother or Loki to return. That’s what he would want. Your safety. He always seemed too protective.

But the thought faded away when you heard the soft click of someone trying to load a musket. The weaponry was slow, but a shot was lethal. The sound made you jump at first but for some reason, the idea of a bullet being fired at you wasn’t as scary as it was last week. You raised your hand and a dark, shadowy sort of mist covered it. You had seen a small amount of the mist before when practicing spells or household magic. But never this much and never this dark.

You waved your hand, throwing the weapons from the arms of several men. They looked at each other. A few of them picked their guns ack up. You only threw the guns farther this time.

You wiped the blood from your hand unto what was left of your burnt underskirt. The white, charred fabric now stained with a dark red. You moved on to the next person you saw. A small, angry woman. You crushed her as easily as the first man and moved further through the crowd. More people fled, but now you weren’t interested in letting them escape with their much more intelligent friends. You raised your hands, creating a gray barrier around the group before it shimmered, becoming invisible. The villagers slowed down, but most ran directly into the barrier, falling flat on their backs. From your spot, you could see a few of them had bloody noses, probably broken. You dropped the two bodies you were holding on the ground before getting bored with your slow methods. You swung out an arm, making an attempt to cut someone. You weren’t entirely sure how, but that’s what you were trying. Instead, you summoned some sort of blade. It swung out, creating a sort of scythe.

You had never used weaponry, in your town women were told to learn cooking and cleaning, not fighting. Even though your mother taught you hand to hand combat anyway. It was a natural fit in your hands. However you had summoned it, it was most certainly yours. You took a swing, it cut cleanly, leaving behind nothing but two halves of what used to be a person. No. You couldn’t think of them as people now.

You lost yourself in the movements. Slicing. Rarely opening your eyes, instead, focusing on the screams around you. You could hear the movement of feet and the banging against your barrier. You cut through person after person, your once white underskirt stained a shameful red color. You were sure you were drenched by now. Loki would disapprove. You wondered if you would ever want you back after this. You doubted it.

Slice, run, dodge. Some were brave enough to take a few swings. They probably daw their imminent deaths and figured their options were limited. They died a quick death for their bravery. Or stupidity. You weren’t sure, it was a fine line after all.

The grass was slippery now and screams died down. You kept going. Some had accepted their deaths, choosing to sit at the edge of the barrier and wait for you. Some tried reasoning. Promising to give you anything, even to worship you. Some tried blame. Claiming it wasn’t their fault. That they were against it. But if they were against it, they would be up there with you. Or they at least wouldn’t have come.

The smoothness of your weapons and your graceful but limited knowledge of combat took you through the group. Calmly dealing with every last one.

***

You felt that same rush of adrenaline you had felt that day. The same need for Loki to be next to you, but now you had learned much more. Mios took a swing at you with his staff, which you skillfully block with daggers. The daggers were more of an acquired taste. Something you had surely gotten from Loki.

He swung and you blocked. He aimed the wooden weapon down, attempting to swing at your right before he changed direction, going towards your waist instead. You blocked his blow with the dagger in your left hand and used your right to attack him again. You used your foot to step on his staff, stepping on it to the best of your ability while holding your dagger at his throat.

You knocked the weapon from his hand, breathing heavily.

“Not bad, I yield.” He said, picking up the spear and stepping away a bit, going to what reminded you of a water cooler. The liquid in it seemed to be much darker and more of a greenish color. He poured a cup and offered it to you and you quickly shook your head. He shrugged, chugging down the liquid for himself. You were too busy attempting to identify whatever liquid was in the cooler. You hoped they had water here, or at least something.

“You’ve got some skill, even I can admit that.” He smiled. “And that’s surprising. Considering your Mal’s recruit. He normally brings in the ‘small but strong’ type. He brought in Likan. We had someone break in a while ago. Likan’s one of my soldiers now, from 13-A, he caught a god in here. Stabbed him through with one of our weapons. Sadly, he got away.” 13-A. That was the unit next to yours. One of the boys’ rooms. The soldier that stabbed Loki.

“So everyone here hates gods, huh?”

He paused. “You don’t? Why are you here then?”

You panicked a bit. “To fight?” It sounded more like a question than an answer. Mios’ questioning gaze didn’t change.

“I suppose you’re new… and unfortunately, they aren’t extremely clear what everyone’s fighting for.” He thought over how to phrase his words. You weren’t sure if he was thinking through how to say what he thought, or how to twist the truth. “Gods are cruel. They live with power we could only imagine and waste it making their lives better. They don’t help anyone. They destroy worlds. They murder. We all have different reasons obviously, but those are mine. We have a bit of a sponsor here. He provides us with weapons and we provide him with an army.”

That was concerning. Maybe this is what Moros is using? But there are hundreds of gods, Greek and Norse. But still. A bad feeling rose in you.

“When is he planning to use us?”

Mios smiled. “All I’m allowed to say is that we’ll be moving soon. He has plans for us. Ever heard of Earth?” Tha confirmed it. Moros was no doubt heading for Earth to take out the Avengers and Loki. He had a habit of taking out his most dangerous threats first and the Avengers had defeated worthy foes. Earth was a good place to start. It would not go down easily.

You nodded to answer his question. “Well,” he continued, “It’s reportedly got some heroes who like taking out people who threaten their way of life. He wants to take out his biggest threats first. These Avengers, a group called the Guardians of the Galaxy, a Captain, and a few other groups here and there. With them out of the way, whatever planets of galaxies he wants are his.”

Mios didn’t seem entirely happy with that.

“You don’t seem like you support that part.”

He slowly nodded. Clearly nervous to speak out against whatever leader he had. “Our leader… he hates gods. Something I agree with. Helping planets along to become better, even if it means becoming a part of whatever government they have or even changing it, that’s fine. But I don’t like the murder and conquer thing he’s got going in. But it’s much too late now. He’s already got so many people on board… to leave would be to oppose him.” He said. He sounded more like he was convincing himself than explaining the situation to you, but you let him have the moment.

He beckoned you to follow him out of the small training area and back into the weapon storage room. He placed the wood staff back on the small rack and you placed your daggers back as well. He was silent for a minute or two before he seemed to realize he wasn’t alone.

“Sorry, Salem. I had a moment there.” He collected himself and slipped into a more authoritative speech pattern. It reminded you of the differences between Steve Rogers and Captain America. When Steve went to address the team, he went into what you called Captain Mode. He was much more… composed. As much as Steve was viewed as America’s Golden Boy, he definitely had a habit of breaking all of the rules for what he thought was right. Despite the fact that he still wasn’t a huge fan of yours, you even missed him at this point.

“Well, you’re quite skilled, I’ll certainly give you that. I’m not allowed to boost your rank, especially since you’re a friend’s recruit, but I am a Brigadier General. You’ll join my unit for real, not just a name a snuck on.” You smiled. He was sweet, even though you heavily suspected you were standing in the middle of one of Moros’ bases. Even in places on the wrong side of history, there were still good people.

He brought you to a small room before lunch. It was full of armor, the designs seemed to be classified by unit and rank. Mios gestured into the room to one of the armors. The word above it was in a different language, but it translated to “Brigadier”. Its designs weren’t as simple as one of the others, but not quite as complex and overwhelming as some of the other ones. It was black, but lined with a silver color. It stretched in lines down the entire suit with a small circle with a triangle on the chest. You grabbed it, smiling at Mios before heading to the lunchroom.

Mios found you a table before leaving to sit with the other higher-ranked officers. You sat alone, choosing solitude over attempting to make friends when you were simply planning to leave as soon as you could.

You stared at the plate of food in front of you. It looked fairly normal, a few vegetable-like sides and a piece of meat of some sort. It seemed fairly edible, but you didn’t feel like eating.

Your mind drifted to the past week. Leaving with Loki, fighting with him, the small, quick kiss you had given him. Centuries ago, you probably would’ve said you loved him. But then he left you alone. Alone to fend for yourself, to make choices you would regret, and live as a god without him. In all that time, you forgot you used to be reliant on him. You accepted that your time with him was over. That you would have to find your own way without everyone else. Then you met Thor. That idiot came crashing through one of your windows and you recognized him as a god. After helping him out, you became friends. You learned about Loki, and years later about the New York incident. Now you missed him.

You wondered if he missed you.

You had regrets about making him leave, but you had no guarantee you would be able to get out of there. You would’ve felt horrible if you had told him to stay and gotten you both killed. Besides, you had been able to injure Moros. It may not be the best outcome, but it would at least stall him. He’d take time to heal before trying to fight the Avengers. Taking over the universe may not be wise, but he was still a smart man.

You also wished you had kissed Loki just a little bit longer. Even a second more. You’d get out of this. You knew you would. But even then, you needed just a few seconds longer. Just so he knew you had forgiven him. He left for his own reasons and after centuries, it was nice to fully trust him again. You wished he had been there. That he had been a voice of reason in the back of your head before half of Salem was wiped out, but it wasn’t his fault. You had Odin to blame for that.

You shook your head. You didn’t need this distracting you. You could talk to Loki about all your concerns the second you got back. You just had to get there first.

***

Two Days Left

After dinner, you waited for everyone to go to their units. There were maps given to most recruits, and Mios had given you one the other day. You followed it down to a warehouse-like room. On the map, it was the bases’ hanger, hopefully with ships better than the prototype you had stolen.

The hanger was about as big as you expected. Most ships were big. Clearly made to transport units of soldiers. But some were much small, probably used for surveillance missions. There was no doubt in your mind that the base had cameras of some sort. You planned to work as fast as you could, find keys, open the exit and get off this planet.

You stepped into the room. Your shoes echoed against the high ceiling, so you tried your best to walk quieter. There was a small room off to the side labeled “Pilot Access Only”. You sighed. In this whole military base, you had no doubt there were cameras, so you tried your best to work quickly before one of the guards decided to investigate the person sneaking through halls.

You tried to unlock it yourself, to no avail. It had a small slot, probably meant for a keycard. You groaned. “Just once, I’d like things to be easy.” You said to yourself, summoning your staff. You used it to stab the corner of the door, prying it open. The second you did there was a red light that lit up the room.

Shit.

You ran in, looking around. They were all keys for the different ships like you had hoped. They were numbered, like the ships themselves, so you grabbed #16 and ran. There wasn’t a blaring alarm like you expected, but there were red lights flashing on every wall, and you weren’t waiting to find out whether it was an alert or not.

The second you found the ship the door crashed open. It was one of the smaller ships. You opened the door and climbed in, settling yourself in front of the controls. You hear yelling in the background but you weren’t about to stay and try to figure out what they were saying.

You lead the ship towards the exit, pressing a few buttons before you actually got the doors to open. Then, you jammed the control forward and pulled up, leaving Kalan behind you.

***