#Alvina Lock

[certified3nakin]

"Lock and Key" Masterpost

Hey there, it's Kat! I've been recently working on a project (still in the works) that details my Murder Drones OCs, and their lives on Jupiter's moon, Sulfate-12.

So, what is "Lock and Key"?

"Lock and Key" is the name of my ongoing story that provides a narrative of my characters! It follows Vin, a teenage soldier-drone, who meets another drone who is a lot nicer than she expected. This encounter flips her worldview upside down, and prompts her to explore the secrets of the SDAD.

Wait, what's the SDAD?

The SDAD (Soldier Drones Against Disassemblers) is an organization that helps to train workers in preparation to defend against Disassembly Drones.

Where can I read this?

Aren't you an artist? Will you be drawing these characters?

I've already posted a bit of art of the characters, actually! Here's the full-body design references + color palettes. (Will be updated as I finish more reference sheets!)

Complete reference sheets are currently in the works.

Image guide:

Blue hair - Alvina "Vin" Lock

Pink Disassembler - Serial Designation S

Askblog

[lockandkeyaskblog]

Blog guide

Hey guys, it's Kat, the author of "Lock and Key" on AO3!

This is an askblog where you can ask my characters questions about their world, relationships, etc!

(Asks regarding spoilers will not be answered. If an ask relates to a specific chapter, please specify so I can give proper spoiler warnings.)

So, who can I ask questions?

You can ask any of these characters questions! (Potential spoilers?) -

"The Creator" (aka me, Kat!)

Alvina "Vin" Lock

Calli Socket

Serial Designation S

Serial Designation Y

Serial Designation K

(More characters will be added as the story progresses)

[certified3nakin]

oh my gosh thank you! They look so adorable. (Also, the colors are really close, considering you didn't have a reference)

Can you draw my OCs, Serial Designation S and Vin? There is an post of their (old-ish) designs on my page. (I'm so, so sorry, I can't share pictures right now).

I don’t know their colors so I just guessed!

Sorry if they’re wrong tho 🤧🤧

[feng-shui71]

Every so often, they get along.

An extra that turned out super adorable too ahh:

[baeddel]

in contrast to Demon's Souls, there are not many female humans in DS1 (spoilers follow; and we'll ignore the DLC for this post as it's very different in its treatment of women) who are as they say 'strong female characters'; or simply strong in any way, surviving as well as any of the male characters. Gwyndolin is a god, and Gwynevere is Gwyndolin; the Witch of Izalith is a god (and we would not say she was surviving in any case), and Quelaag, Quelaag's sister, and Quelana are i suppose therefore also gods, although corrupted and demonic gods (i'll return to this later). Alvina is a cat. of the human female characters who are not imprisoned, maimed, tortured, servile or dependent we can name Maneater Mildred and the Undead Merchant (Female), both of whom are excelling (they belong to a cluster of characters who were born to excel in the wasteland of humanity and not in life; more on that later also); the Darkmoon Knightess and Sieglind (once we free her--let's exclude temporary restraint, which affects almost every character when we meet them); the female forest hunter; and i suppose Dusk (who lacks strength or even really cunning, but does possess initiative).

of these, Maneater Mildred and the female forest hunter are minor characters who do not talk. Sieglind and the Darkmoon Knightess are very physically and (in different ways) morally strong, but both are still servants of someone else and are not masters of their own fate; the Darkmoon Knightess is mastered by Gwyndolin (who is in turn mastered by Gwyn), and Sieglind is mastered (in a different way) by Siegmeyer, who, because of his reckless and silly adventures, she must follow around, dote upon, and repeatedly euthanise, for eternity, thus never becoming her own master (what a familiar story of familial tragedy!), until possibly the end of her storyline in this game. the Undead Merchant (Female) appears to be trapped, but actually chose her own predicament, and talks lovingly about the iron bars that enclose her and the moss that grows on them. she appears to us a bit like Salad Fingers, a person of such strange and idiosyncratic desires that they are scarcely human (she actually has similar desires to Salad Fingers). but when you hit her, how does she chide you? "I suppose you fink you're speshul!" Listen to that! We realize that she has actually internalized a deeply classist, deeply misogynist, very English kind of ideology. on the converse, she doesn't think she's special. imagine her elaborating: "I don't go traipsing about, I don't, sitting on some grand throne, talking about 'my mission' or 'my quest', no I don't. That'd be a fine thing! Some undead wif some mission, what, to save the world or summink? That's a lark, innit!" she minimizes herself, in fact freely locking herself away, placing herself in a similar predicament to Anastasia (who we are horrified to learn, on restoring her speech, has a similarly self-minimizing ideology, when she begs us not to make her talk because she isn't meant to). thus even all of the strong female human characters who can speak, with the exception, as we said, of Dusk, are themselves fully bought into an ideology that subordinates women or at least subordinates themselves.

the point it's making about women is quite clear: "women are not born, but made." to make a woman you have to cut her apart, seal her away, remove her tongue, break her legs, chain her, impregnate her, and in the last moment, convince her of her own weakness and impotence, and that the point of her life is to serve men. the point is made more textually explicit in Bloodborne ("Of course I love you. Isn't that how you've made me?") and in DS3 (when we find the gigantic tower full of identical discarded firekeeper corpses). but it's suffocatingly omnipresent in DS1; wherever you look it's there, hanging and dripping gore in front of you.

i think it's also kind of a fetish thing too...

oh, about those points i wanted to get back to: first of all, the class of characters who excel as undead and (textually or probably) not in normal life. Laurentius, Lautrec, Undead Merchant (Male), Solaire, Domnall, Patches, Big Hat Logan, Siegmeyer, and as we said Undead Merchant (Female) and Maneater Mildred (possibly Kirk as well). which i think is actually most of the cast.

the other was on the gods. i was trying to sort out in my head whether the Daughters of Izalith and their brother were gods or demons. But then I realized that I was buying into the Lordran ideology a little bit. The game does use the word 'gods', but the precise term is of course 'Lords'; the Lords and their descendants are generally what is called 'gods', but the Izalith set are never afforded this distinction. nor is Seathe, but Nito is. why should all this be? but this is really all just ideology. the Lords are just people who found a Lord Soul. there need not be anything special about them. they are physically large because they have a lot of souls and humanity; as they lose souls and humanity they shrink. and so forth. and humans are considered to be those people who have some realtionship to fire, but is that actually even true? Kaathe doesnt think so. and we know what 'humanity' is, and its just a weird little guy that gnaws on you. and demons have some relationship to Izalith's recreated flame, the chaos flame. thus all these ways of being a person are not really substantially different from one another, and all the characters (god, demon, human) have more or less the same needs: souls, humanity, possibly some form of fire. when we met Gwyn, he has clearly hollowed. there is even a grave for him that Gwyndolin tends, so he is clearly undead. i had generally thought of the Pygmy as the source of the 'dark soul' and thus the legitimate ancestor of humanity, and i think the game does perhaps shepherd you in that direction, but it can't quite be true can it? Gwyn is human, and so must his children be human, and Izalith is human, and so must her children be human, so that even Quelaag and even Ceaseless Discharge are just humans (which is why Quelaag's Sister can be a firekeeper), with a certain composition of relations to souls, humanity and fire, and the ideology that keeps all these beings racially separated is the very thing the game is trying to challenge. am i right about that?

[ameliapodcast]

Very important question. With the FNaF movie coming out in a month, how well do you think each Amelia member would handle a Five Nights at Freddy’s situation? Naturally this includes Joey, Salvatore who, for all we know, are already in a haunted pizzeria and have been this whole time.

So, after it took me a bit to figure out what that is and a very sweet cameo by my younger brother who actually knows- Amelia? No issue at all. Interviewer? Nope. Walks in, walks out, leaves town, country, etc. Kozlowski? Befriends whoever haunts the building Joey and Salvatore? Joey would sleep through it, Salvatore might actually manage Alvina? Not paid enough to deal with this, leaves. Cole and Haines? Lock themselves in a closet first night and never come out again. Panicked bickering. Mia and Jackie? DreamTeam. They are asking "huh? Over so early?"

[journcys-archived]

@skillswapping sent: "Raihan — Raihan, look!" Alvina doesn't have a Rotom phone of her own — instead, she props her old PokéGear on the highest shelf of her dorm room bookcase. Her picture is absolutely grainy, but the basket adorned with a large yellow ribbon that she holds over her head can still be seen clearly, along with the Exeggcute nestled inside. "I lost them all ( again ) but then I found them! I got this to carry them around in so it doesn't happen to us again — they really had me on a wild goose chase! Isn't it cute?"

The call wasn’t really unexpected—She’s called him quite a few times now. Why? Hell if he really knows, however, the calls are not unwelcome. Gives him something to do, at least.

The dragon yawns as he watches her on the screen, “Oi, y’ever think’a upgradin’?” He sips the smoothie he’s drinkin, raising a brow. “Your picture’s real grainy, y’know.”

“How the hell do y’keep losin’ em, huh? One’a these days you’re gonna find ‘em scrambled!” Raihan laugh; sharp canines visible from his grin. “I really don’t think a basket’s gonna keep ‘em on lock down, ‘Vina. Just put ‘em in a pokeball or somethin’.”

[potterandpromises]

The Interviewer: We need to get through this locked door. Alvina, give me your credit card.

Alvina: Here.

The Interviewer, pocketing it: Thanks. Amelia, kick down the door.

[cocoa-collabs]

Right! Here are the "official prompts" picked from the survey we did a while ago. Have fun creating and we'll see you then!

[A gold and black background, lines resembling morse code go along the outlines of the picture, which says in big gold letters: Cocoa Collabs, The Amelia Project Tumblr Fandom Event Week. Under that is a table of contents: Monday - Clients, Tuesday - Cat, Wednesday - Bookshop, Thursday - Hurt/Comfort, Friday - Oleg and Alvina, Saturday - Roadtrip, Sunday - The Last Malteser. There is a second box with the Alternative Prompts: Favorite Episode, Crossover, Beach Day, Let Your Ship Sail, Locked in the Office.

Under that, the description of the project begins: Willkommen, Tervetuloa, Bienvenue, Hoș geldiniz and Welcome, fellow Listeners of The Amelia Project, to the 2021 Cocoa Collabs! Since it is a widely shared sentiment that there are far too little fanworks for the Amelia Project, from the 30th of August to the 5th of September, we not only want to change that, but maybe also find new friends and connections in the fandom. To help you get started and provide some ideas for you, we have put together the list of prompts you can see above! You can choose freely from the seven main and five alternative prompts, and vary between them as much as you like. To be considered a #cocoaChampion, you should have participated on every single of the seven days, and posted that until the 7th september the latest. Most importantly however - have fun! END DESCRIPTION]

Addendum: this now has an image ID, please reblog this version instead of the old one.

[certified3nakin]

My first AO3 fic, featuring my Murder Drones OCs Vin and S! This original story follows Vin as she learns about Murder Drones, as well as the secrets of her colony. 

[your-one-remaining-brain-cell]

This is my submission for D3. I’m doing the alternative prompt.

Locked inside of the office

Amelia, Joey, Salvatore, the interviewer, Alvina, and Kozlowski are all sitting on the floor with a bunch of boardgames, food, drinks, and pillows and blankets in front of them. The interviewer is currently playing a game of how many Maltese or‘s can I fit into my mouth and Joey is asleep on Salvatori‘s lap.

Alvina: UHH, how long until the storm is over? It’s depressing outside and the power is out which means it’s getting colder by the minute. (She hugs her blanket tightly around her)

Amelia (checks phone): well, according to this thing looks like it’s not gonna pass over until around one, maybe 2 AM? Yeah, we still got a ways to go. With the storm like this, I don’t think the power is going to come on until the morning.

The interviewer: oh my gosh! This is boring. I am on my seventh round of how many Maltese or‘s can I fit into my mouth and I’m starting to get bored over here. What should we do? Because if I don’t find something to do soon, I’m pretty sure I’m going to rip something to shreds. (Slams box of multis or onto the ground)

Kozlowski: well, maybe if you had an IQ over 20 would be able to come up with something. Oh yeah, and stop stuffing your face with Maltese or‘s. You’re gonna kill yourself with chocolate! No seriously though, we need to find something to do. There’s only so many times I can get beaten and shoots and ladders by Salvatori. We need to play another game.

Salvatore: I have a great idea! What about we play crash football. Four points if you break something, eight if it’s a bone. That’ll keep us entertained for a while.

Amelia: or maybe, we don’t do that. What about, we play clean this pigs den of an office. I’m pretty sure there’s still food from 2006 in hear. This place is disgusting.

Kozlowski: I agree with Salvatore. That would be fun. I’ve been wanting to break something for a while and unfortunately I haven’t gotten any new corpses to experiment on. I could really use something fun to do.

The interviewer: meet you. I find that breaking worthless in valuable objects really helps to relieve anger. Maybe Alvina will finally stop giving me death glares every time I pass her.

Amelia: fine! But you guys are going to clean the entirety of this office tomorrow! Do I make myself clear? (No one acknowledges the last part of her statement and within two minutes the office is in absolute chaos.

(The next day)

Joey:  Dio mio. Amelia aveva ragione, questo posto è disgustoso. Anche per i miei standard.

Salvatore: you could say that again. (Salvatore turned to the side looking into the hallway) hey! You could help us a little bit here. In the hallway the interview were is sitting with a cup of hot cocoa softly chuckling to himself.

[luna-redamancy]

You Always Find Your Way Back Home - Part Twelve

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The mug in your hands warmed you as you took in the reality you were surrounded in. The smell of chamomile filling your nostrils as you rubbed your thumb nervously over the rim. 

“All we can do now is wait,” Alvina’s words echoed in your ears as you stared out the window, wait. That’s all you can do, wait and hope for a miracle to happen. To hope the One Ring gets destroyed.

Huffing out of your nose you pressed your forehead to the glass, the cold making you sigh and shut your eyes. The sound of the rain’s pitter-patter soothing you temporarily.

Arms slipped around your waist, Thranduil’s head on your shoulder as the two of you watched the storm rage on outside your cottage. Your plants happily sitting in the window. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Thranduil hummed at you, his thumbs tracing comforting circles on the curve of your waist. 

“How much I hate storms,” You grumbled, watching lightning crackle in the distance, setting a tree ablaze. “It destroys so much,” You mumbled, letting your own hand fall to cover his own in an affectionate manner. 

“Well, storms are also a sign of new beginning, the past being washed away to allow a new dawn to begin,” Thranduil replied, pressing a kiss to your temple. “To have a new beginning, an old story must end,” He hummed again, looking out of the window once more. “An old story is ending, while ours is just beginning.”

Your eyes felt heavy as you opened them again, tears brimming the surface as you sniffled. “Will our story end a tragedy? Or a lovely happy ending?” You whispered out loud, sending a mental prayer to Vala to help you stay strong as you could only wait to see what fate had in store for you. 

Your mug now felt cold, the steam of your tea now lost, making you realize how long you had been sitting there wallowing. Shaking your head you made your way to the kitchen to pour it down the sink. 

Family photos littered the hallway, you with your parents, your cousins, your siblings, your nieces, and nephews. A bittersweet taste fills your mouth as you let your eyes linger on them. You looked so happy. Your eyes were filled with joy as you held your baby niece for the first time, as you hugged your sister at her wedding, as you smiled at the camera with your mother on her birthday. 

“Yet none of it is real…” Your expression went blank as you avoided thinking about the life you could have had if you never went to middle-earth if you never got placed in this world, to begin with.

Shaking your head again, you smacked your cheeks lightly to bring you back to reality. “Everything happens for a reason, stop it,” You huffed, grabbing out a bag of popcorn, “That’ll clear my mind,” You mumbled,  “A Christmas movie.” 

______

“After all these days of journeying beside you, Legolas, I haven’t seen you so troubled until now,” Aragorn began, eyes watching his friend very carefully. 

Legolas looked out onto the horizon, his jaw clenched and shoulders tense. “If Frodo, the ring-bearer, does not succeed in destroying this ring, I may lose my mother for good.” Legolas slowly let out, his eyes looking anywhere but Aragorn, afraid if they locked eyes Legolas wouldn’t be able to hold his facade any longer.

“The dark magic of the ring…” Aragorn struggled to find the words, “Took your mother from you?” 

Legolas nodded, “I lost her once, and I’ve lost her again because of the resurfacing of the ring,” He explained, his shoulders slowly losing their tenseness. 

“You’re worried Frodo won’t be able to complete his task?” 

Legolas stayed silent, he truly didn’t know what he believed. 

“Well. Hobbits are miraculous creatures, my friend, do not doubt so easily.” Aragorn gave a reassuring smile as they continued to look out on the horizon together. 

Legolas nodded, his eyes drifting up to the stars, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand up, a feeling of dread washing over him. 

“The stars are veiled, something stirs in the east… a sleepless malice,” Legolas began a sick feeling stirring in his stomach. 

“The eye of Sauron is moving, watching,” Legolas’ eyes narrow into a glare as he pulls Aragorn back inside. “We must hope that Frodo and Sam make it before it is too late.”

_____

“Hey! Hands off! That shiny shirt- that’s mine.” The Uruk-Hai commander Shagrat called out to the orc, Gorbag. “It’s going to the great eye, along with everything else that was on him!” Gorbag yelled in response, motioning towards Frodo, tied up and bare except for his undergarments. 

Frodo stayed still, realizing they still thought he was knocked out from spider venom. Carefully reaching up towards his throat, his eyes widened. The ring was gone. 

Sam marched through the gates, adrenaline and fear pushing him to find Frodo. “I can’t believe I left him… Oh Mr.Frodo, please be okay…”

Finding his way to a courtyard, Sam covered his mouth in shock. Over fifty orcs, slaughtered in the courtyard. “Frodo must be here somewhere,” He told himself as he began climbing the staircase, slowly realizing a few Uruk-Hai were coming toward him. Gulping down a breath, Sam glared as he unsheathed Sting. Letting a scream belt from his throat, Sam ran up the stairs toward them.

“That’s for Frodo! And for The Shire! And for my old Gaffer!” Sam yelled as he cut them down one by one, as he rushes past them and into the nearest place he could see, the tower. ‘Where else would they keep Frodo?’ He thought to himself. 

“Stop your squeaking, you dunghill rat!” Gorbag demands, his eyes filled with rage as he watched Frodo struggling in his binds. 

“I’m gonna bleed you like a stuck pig,” He growled as he pulled out a dagger, slowly moving toward Frodo. Before he could move any further, Frodo watched in horror and relief as Sting was protruding from the other side of his body.

“Not if I stick you first,” Sam grunted, shoving him off his sword. 

“Sam!” Frodo called out, relief filling his entire being as Sam began to cut his binds. “Oh Sam, I’m so sorry… for everything.” 

“Enough of that, come on,” Sam shook his head, helping Frodo up. 

“It’s too late, Sam,” Frodo’s voice was filled with despair, “-They have the ring now, they took it from me,” 

“I beg your pardon, but they haven’t done such a thing,” Sam smirked, pulling the ring from his pocket. 

“I thought I’d lost you, Mr.Frodo, so I kept it… For safekeeping, of course,” Sam showed Frodo the ring, Frodo’s eyes filling with amazement, “Give it to me, Sam.” 

Sam hesitated, the tone of Frodo’s voice startling him. “Please, give me the ring, Sam.”

Slowly Sam dropped the ring into Frodo’s palm, watching as Frodo’s body sagged in relief. “The ring is my burden, Sam… It will destroy you,” Frodo looked at Sam with pained eyes, “I could never ask you to hold that burden for me.”

Sam could only nod as he felt no words could describe how he felt about Frodo doing such a thing for him. To ease the tension, Sam cracked a smile. “Come on Mr.Frodo, we best find you some clothes. Can’t have you going through Mordor like that.” 

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[feng-shui71]

Hi!! Loving your work as always! Keep it up! I was wondering how Jordan and Wesker both found themselves working in Stars. Did they do it on purpose? Why?

Thank you!! and yeah it was done on purpose. I hope the writing is okay, their pre-Re1 lore is kinda trash and has some plot-holes but !! who cares.

As I established before in their lore, Jordan used to work as a freelance mercenary and would eventually get contracted to work alongside Wesker during his time in the army, a relationship forming between the two after some time. This of course leads to Jordan getting pregnant with Alvina, where she makes the decision to keep her, despite her conception being unplanned and the complications that can arise from it. I like to believe Jordan had to retire from working in such a dangerous profession in order to keep both herself and the baby safe, a large sacrifice, yes, however Jordan had always wanted a family for her own, it wouldn’t hurt to have one or two. When S.T.A.R.S. was formed, both Alvina and Junior were old enough to look after themselves, (mainly Alvina, she was tasked to look after him as they got older) and Jordan was in search of a job anyway, so Wesker helped her get hired due to his position at Umbrella, pulling some strings in order for her to secure a role at S.T.A.R.S., she had the experience after all, and why wouldn’t he help his darling? besides this, I like to think he used this opportunity to control Jordan further due to the power imbalance. In general, I just think he used it as another means of manipulation towards Jordan as he had full control over her as her boss, he could assign which cases she worked on, had full access to her schedule and could tiptoe around it, and was capable of doing things such as using her as a pawn to gather intel, making her facilitate his goals at Umbrella without knowing, it being done under the guise of it just being “another case”. (He definitely made her do this by the way) This made it all the more easier for Wesker too as both her husband and her captain she’s more likely to comply to his orders, I would not put it past him for him to threaten her and withhold things such as promotions to assert control. It was also nice to have her in the office ‘cause, you know, that’s his wife, a nice breath of fresh air after dealing with Chris’ shenanigans the entire day. A good stress reliever too whenever he’d have a bad day, office door locked and blinds shut.

[writingwithryder]

A Tomb of Past Mistakes

Dark Souls AU

The grey and silver parapets seemed endless against the navy skies and dying stars as the Blade of the Darkmoon wandered aimlessly, letting his feet lead him down paths he’s taken thousands of times. Aged slate cracking and crunching beneath his feet as the wind stirred, howling along the rooftops, swaying him, tempting him. Closing his eyes the Blade of the Darkmoon sighed -- he knew the result, embracing the wind that swayed him would change nothing of his fate. Still. He tried. Letting himself slip, shingles sliding off with him, cracking in protest as he fell.

Lifetimes passed, and yet, days seemed like months and years turned into days. Time was no longer linear, but instead always in flux, and often, he felt as if he was reliving the same day over and over again. Only the darksign wrapped around his left side a tattooed and cursed reminder that even as the world around him turned to ash, he was destined to remain -- regardless of time.

It burned and his body was returned to the bonfire far below, The Darkmoon Tomb, his eternal resting place. Even in this cycle of death and return it seemed a fitting end for a Chosen Undead.

The ring on his hand warmed, vibrating. A warning. Someone approached who had killed Gwynevere, killed being the tentative word -- she wasn’t dead, but instead, the person who did it had the veil of Anor Londo lifted, and viewed the same eternal twilight as he and so many others did. The Blade of the Darkmoon heaved a deep sigh as he stood. It was foolish, to maintain such a façade, and yet, here he was, maintaining a dying world for a dying god.

Footsteps echoed behind his back and the fire in front of him faded down into dying embers. “You ever sit here and wonder, will the next five hundred years be any different?” The Blade of the Darkmoon recognized that voice, and he turned, a flash of blonde peeking out from a hood and the mocking tone she took as she looked at him, “Or are you content, killing, dying for the very people who abandoned us to our fate?”

“If we’re being honest here, none of our options are really all that positive, Cristiana.” He chose not to stand, instead, motioned her over to the fire, now, reigniting as he noticed a smaller woman behind The Bandit Queen, nodding over to her, the two older undead shared a silent look, “A new apprentice of yours?”

The woman snorted, kicking her feet out in front of her as she sat beside him, “A thief, I found her wandering the Woods, tempting those in the Forest.” A dangerous proposition, Alvina would allow her men even the cruelest of advantages, the smaller woman was lucky for Cristiana’s intervention, regardless of if she knew it or not, “She’d’ve been killed if I hadn’t showed up.” The smaller woman rolled her eyes and jabbed an elbow into the Bandit’s back, making her smile, something he sees so rarely these days, “That isn’t to say she’s without merit or tenacity. She acquired quite the loot, but they were Shiva’s men, and he isn’t one to turn a blind eye.”

The Blade of the Darkmoon hummed in agreement, the smaller woman continued to eye the two of them suspiciously. It’s easy to see why his… friend had picked her up. There was a lot of herself, of all of those who watched the world fall to pieces in her eyes. “Is she from Lordran?”

“The Undead Asylum.” It was the first time the woman spoke, and the Blade of the Darkmoon couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the sharpness in her voice. “Before that I…” The woman’s voice faded, had he been younger, less hard, less callused to death, there may have been pity in his eyes. Now however, he just saw a woman, bitter and angry, locked away and left to rot until the end of the world, and he can’t help but think it’s no wonder the woman was so quick to push the limits of her newly acquired freedom.

“We thought we’d make our way here, see what’s left of the abandoned city.” The Bandit Queen smiled although it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Imagine my surprise when we arrive to find you.”

The Blade of the Darkmoon laughs, “Yes, well, the silver knights are still here as well.”

“We noticed.” Her companion’s words were dry, the two had obviously been surprised to find them lurking in the crumbling buildings. “Also a bunch more of your buddies came to greet us.”

“That one is Cristiana’s fault. Had she just left well enough alone, the two of you wouldn’t have that problem.” He smiled, impetuousness and idealism of youth still haunting her more than a few centuries later. The Blade of the Darkmoon couldn’t help but wonder if everyone as old of the two of them loathed what they had become.

“Gwyndolin needed to be stopped.” Gloved fists slammed the ground, because now, the two of them knew that something that small, as insignificant as the two of them, could ever have changed the fate of the undead, “The endless parade of undead to the First Flame needed to end.”

Flames crackled, and the Blade of the Darkmoon looked deeper into the dying embers, “And yet here we are.” “And yet here we are.” She echoed, anger now coating her words with venom. The words bounced around the tomb as silence overtook them in their seats around the bonfire, watching, waiting, the expectation of more Blades of the Darkmoon appearing keeping both women on edge.

Here they were, haunted by past mistakes and a bleak future, hoping and praying to gods that no longer listened for something to save them all from the darkness that was certain to come. Watching the flames continue to flicker, the Blade of the Darkmoon couldn’t help but wonder -- was this really all his infinite lifetimes had to offer.

But the silence held no answer.

[matthewko28]

Just in case

I got tired to check my posts one by one whether they’re flagged by official or not :( Here are some accounts to find me easier. The blog will keep going but it may not be active as my other accounts, so feel free to send me a private message on them.

>>Daily shtpost Plurk: kichan28 (Free to follow but if for adding friends, please send private plurk to tell me who you are) Twitter: matthewko0228 (Prefer to change username often and lock it as protected timeline anytime)

>>Fanfics archives Ao3: MatthewKo FanFiction: MatthewKo0228 FC2: matthewko0228 (Chinese only) Pixiv: MatthewKo (both fanarts and fanfics)

And @fujimori96 is my another sideblog for language and some serious issues, but tbh I’m not sure what will I post on it_(: _ㄥ)_

*If feeling curious what I spam on other places, here’s the profile on twitter as a, um, reference(?): MatthewKo/Alvina│Taiwan│20↑│Hetalia│Yume 100│Skam│HIStory2: Right or Wrong│SOTUS│Ludwig and Gilbert, Eduard, B.enelux Trio, N.ordic 5 (fav chars in Hetalia)│Graysia, Seras, Nayuta (fav chars in Yume 100)│Follow/Block freeee│Chinese/English/Basic Japanese│tons of nagging and retweets│my otp in hetafandom

Hoping the post won’t bother you a lot.

[mysterioamor]

Why Didn't I Notice?

Me? My name is Alvina. I was just a normal girl, a student, a friend, a dreamer, and also a lover. Yes, I have someone locked in my little heart. His name was Mike. Mike has it all. He’s at the top of our class. His family also owns a multi-million company. He’s romantic and charming. One look from him will make you fall to the floor. He’s the dream and mine too. They say no one is perfect. But, he was, he's perfect.

One normal day at school, or maybe not. I saw Mike walking, I was staring at him helplessly when he noticed me. He slowly walked towards me. Everything was in slow motion and so was the pulse of my heart.

“Hey, beautiful. What’s up?” he proclaimed.

Is he talking to me? Did he just call me beautiful? I can’t believe it all. I froze and trembled. It seems like Mike realized.

“Love, you don’t have to hurry. You got all the time you need in the world because you're my world.” he assured me.

I felt like my heart finally stopped. I did everything to talk and finally, I got the strength to pour on a few words.

“H-hi” I responded.

It began as small talk and ended as a romantic conversation. He ask me if he can get my number, and without any hesitation I gave it.

Time flew so fast. Without even noticing, we needed to say goodbye.

After our classes, I went on and visited my best friend, John. I've known John since forever. We do all kinds of things together. Some say, we're inseparable. I admit, it's kinda true. Everything just seems easier with him.

I told him everything. He listened very patiently even with my loud squeals and strong hits out of excitement. He laughed with me throughout—this is why I love my best friend.

It was such an extraordinary day!

I woke up. There was a sudden dilemma I felt as I realized that I was going to be late for school. I bumped my head when I rose. Slowly, I remembered…it was the weekend. What a silly mistake.

I heard my phone buzz. I checked it immediately. Is this who I think it is? Is it him? And, there it was—a message from Mike. In no time, I replied. We messaged for hours and enjoyed it. I didn’t realize that this perfect lad is so much fun too.

I messaged John and let him know about what happened. He was shocked too but I think he was happy for me.

I continued messaging Mike. He was so gentle and enticing. I couldn’t wish for anything more.

One time, my phone buzzed. There it is again—a message from Mike. As I opened the message, I almost fell to my knees

“Alvina, I’m falling in love with you,” he confessed.

That was the happiest day of my life.

Now it was Monday. I saw Mike in the school hallway. Mike and I don’t have the same classes so I don’t see him personally very often. But, I know we maintained a great relationship with those messages, especially from what happened last night.

I immediately slid next to him. I tried opening up about how I feel too. I decided to do this personally to show how sincere I am about it. Before I get to that, he gave me a confused look.

I tried starting a talk but then he said “Hello, do I know you?”.

I giggled a bit. But, the look on his face remained.

“Alvina—the girl you’ve been texting” I reminded him.

“Alvina…I took you number? “ he asked.

“Y-yes!” I responded.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would take that seriously. That was just a dare. Hold up, I never even messaged you after that haha. Please, get a load of yourself. You're not even that pretty.” he proclaimed with a scornful laugh.

A girl then walked up to us and kissed him straight to the lips. It hurts so much. I just want to drown myself from humiliation and wake myself up from this imagination. How pretentious did I become? Tears started dripping from my eyes and I ran.

Along the way, I bumped to someone. It was John. I fell into his arms and sobbed. I couldn’t help it anymore.

The moment I got the strength, I told him everything. He looks concerned and…guilty.

“Alvina, it’s me.” he mumbled

“Huh, w-what do you mean?” I expressed not knowing what’s he's trying to say.

“It was me. It was me who messages you all along. I-I just pretended to be…Mike” John confessed.

“What? John, why? Why! Tell me, why!” I asked desperately as tears fell from my eyes.

“Because I love you! And, I figured out, if I pretended to be Mike, I could feel like…you love me too,” he admitted.

“I’m-“

I didn’t let him finish. I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s too much! I ran away…again.

I rushed myself on my way home. There, I cried until sunrise. There’s nothing more that I could do. It feels like everyone is against me. I feel so…defenseless.

My phone notified. At first, I don't want to read it, but my curiosity won. There it was—a message from John.

It said: "I’m so sorry, Alvina. I love you and I seek your love too. And, I intended to get it in the wrong way. I know where I stand in your life. I’m just your best friend and I’m so sorry if I tried not just to be in that way. I'm selfish l, I know. I just want to make you feel what you deserve to feel. I want you to know that I here—your…true lover".

Tears dropped from my eyes, he was right, I shouldn’t have wasted myself on a person who couldn’t care less about me. All this time, I have my John. I was so blinded by fantasies that I didn’t even notice someone who loves me truly. WHY DIDN'T I NOTICE?

The next day, I looked for John. He was not there. The classes were over and I didn’t see any signs of him so I decided to pay him a visit, to his house.

When I got there, I saw his mama and papa crying through the window. I couldn’t grasp what was happening but I certainly don’t feel good. I gently knocked and decided to ask what happened.

“John is gone. My baby is gone!" his mama exclaimed tearing in pain.

"No! This can't be." I responded.

I’m so puzzled. I could feel my chest tightening. I don’t understand anymore…

The moment the atmosphere calmed down, they tried to explain what happened.

“My baby has a disease. Alvina, he tried to hide it from you. He said that it’ll hurt you. He convinced us to keep the secret for a moment…he died yesterday.

We saw him lying on the floor holding his phone, with tears. M-my John, he’s no longer h-here” his mother cried out.

What?! No, no! John! My knees weakened. I fell to the floor. I cried and sobbed but I couldn’t do anything anymore. Here I am again, helpless. I-it’s my fault. I-I’m sorry John.

I love you too…