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midnight-shadow-cafe · 3 months ago

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Helloo !! How was your day ?? <3

I was wondering if you could write something about a sneezy medic? I have terrible dust mite allergy and I can’t stop sneezing all day, like 5 times a day I get an attack and sneeze 20 time in a row ToT (also I have a dad sneeze which doesn’t help). I’m so embarrassed about it v.v

How would 141 react?

Achoo!

Pairing: Task Force 141 x Medic!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Allergies, lots of sneezing, teasing, mild language, fluff, concerned Price, men being menaces.

Author's Note: Oh no, love, that sounds miserable! Sneezing fits like that must be exhausting, but I bet the 141 would have plenty to say about it. Hope this makes you feel a little better!

Summary: You’ve always had terrible dust mite allergies, and unfortunately, that means sneezing fits are a regular part of your life. The boys react in their own ways—ranging from teasing, concern, and utter indifference.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The day had barely started when you felt that telltale tickle in your nose. A familiar sense of dread settled over you as your breath hitched. Not again. You quickly grabbed a tissue from your pocket, barely managing to brace yourself before—

"Achoo! ACHOO! Hh’CHH! Hh’NGTCH!"

It came in rapid succession, each sneeze shaking your entire body. You managed to catch them in the tissue, but there was no stopping the fit once it started. Your head snapped forward over and over, each sneeze loud and forceful, as if your very soul was trying to escape through your nose.

John Price, who had been sitting at the table drinking his morning coffee, sighed heavily. "Bloody hell, love. That sounds miserable. You taken anything for it?"

You sniffled, dabbing at your nose. "I did, but it never fully works. Dust mites are evil."

Price rubbed his temples and set his mug down with a sigh. "We need to sort that out. Can't have our medic sneezing their lungs out every damn day."

"Not like I can help it," you muttered, rubbing at your nose, already feeling another sneeze creeping up.

Across the room, Ghost barely spared you a glance from where he was cleaning his knife. At first, he didn’t even react. But after the *tenth* sneeze in a row, he finally raised a brow.

"You done?" he asked flatly.

You barely had time to shake your head before another sneeze overtook you. Ghost simply sighed and continued sharpening his blade, waiting it out with patience that somehow made you feel even more self-conscious.

"Goddamn, that's a *lot* of sneezing," Soap said from the couch, grinning like an absolute menace. "You always sneeze like that?"

You groaned, rubbing at your eyes. "Unfortunately, yes. It comes in fits. Usually twenty sneezes in a row."

Soap let out a loud, delighted laugh. "Twenty?! Jesus, that's impressive! We should start taking bets!"

Gaz, sitting beside him, smirked. "I got twenty-two sneezes today. You in, Johnny?"

Soap leaned forward, looking you over like a man studying the odds at a horse race. "Nah, I'm thinking eighteen. Feels like an eighteen-sneeze kind of day."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "You guys are the worst."

Gaz chuckled and tossed you a pack of tissues. "Hey, at least we're making it fun. Bless you, by the way. In advance."

You snatched the tissues with a glare, but the next sneeze cut off whatever retort you had.

Price shook his head, clearly unimpressed. "You're all children," he muttered before turning back to you. "Seriously, though, we need to get you something for this. Air purifiers, antihistamines—hell, maybe one of those allergy shots."

You gave him a tired smile. "That’d be nice, but I’ve kind of accepted my fate."

Price huffed, clearly not satisfied with that answer. He muttered something under his breath about how "his medic shouldn’t be suffering like this" before pulling out his phone, likely to research solutions himself.

Meanwhile, Ghost continued watching you silently. The moment you slumped in exhaustion after the latest fit, he got up without a word and disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later, he came back and placed a steaming cup of tea on the table beside you.

You blinked at it in surprise. "Ghost…?"

"Drink," he said simply before returning to his corner like nothing had happened.

Soap whistled. "Aw, big scary Ghost taking care of our poor sneezy medic. Never thought I'd see the day."

Ghost shot him a glare that could have frozen hell over, but it only made Soap laugh harder.

By the time your sneezing finally subsided, you were left exhausted, nose red, and head pounding. But despite the teasing and judgmental stares, you had to admit… having these guys around made it a little less miserable. Even if they were menaces.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

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cinnamon7girl7 · 17 days ago

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"I CHOOSE YOU... OVER AND OVER AGAIN"

It was a night heavy with tension.

The clouds hung like lead over the hills, and a freezing wind shook the trees, as if nature itself sensed what was about to happen.

The mission wasn’t supposed to be that complicated. Suguru and Satoru knew that—it was just a cursed sorcerer with illusory techniques, known more for playing with perception than for his actual strength. But something went wrong.

—Don’t get cocky, Satoru —Suguru muttered as they advanced across the slippery terrain—. This guy’s smarter than he is strong.

Satoru simply smiled with his usual playful arrogance, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses.

—Me? Cocky? Come on, Geto. When have I ever failed?

Suguru gave him a serious look but didn’t press it. The air was heavy with a strange pressure. The curse was nearby. They could feel it.

And then—it happened.

A flash. A fleeting reflection. The mist closed in around them. Suguru couldn’t react in time.

Satoru was caught by an illusion technique —a strange seal that didn’t affect the body… but the mind.

Satoru’s scream echoed briefly, more out of surprise than pain. By the time Suguru managed to purify the enemy with a slicing curse, his friend was already on the ground, on his knees, his gaze lost and his hands trembling.

—Satoru! —he shouted, running toward him.

Gojo lifted his face, breathing heavily. He was conscious. Physically intact. But his eyes —even behind the glasses— looked different.

—What… happened? —he whispered, as if everything around him were just a distant echo.

Suguru stared at him, confused. He helped him up.

On the way back, Satoru remained silent. No jokes. No comments. Just stared out the window with a… hollow expression.

That night, you were waiting for him at the school, full of anxiety.

They had told you it was a dangerous mission, but a short one. You had spent hours checking your phone, watching the entrance, feeling that weight in your chest that only eases when you see those blue eyes walk through the door, smiling, saying: Calm down, sweetheart. I’m here.

But when the door opened, something was different.

Satoru walked in, accompanied by Suguru, with such a dull, confused expression. You walked toward him, smiling because he was finally back. But he stopped you a meter away.

—Do I… know you? —he asked.

The world shattered in that instant.

Your voice died in your throat. Your heart sank. You thought he was joking, that it was one of his usual pranks, that he’d laugh and hug you like always. But no.

Satoru didn’t recognize you.

Suguru came closer, placing a hand on your shoulder.

—He’s not hurt… but… something happened. He doesn’t remember things. We don’t know how deep the curse went, but it seems to have affected his emotional memories.

—Me? —you asked in a whisper.

—Especially you —Suguru murmured, his voice breaking.

Since that day, everything changed.

You didn’t want to force anything.

It didn’t feel right.

You didn’t show him photos, didn’t try to make him remember. It wasn’t fair. Not to him, not to you.

But you stayed close.

As a friend.

As support.

As a presence.

He didn’t avoid you either.

Satoru looked at you with curiosity. He listened to you. Sometimes, he smiled when you said something that seemed to echo somewhere deep, hidden inside him. There were moments when he stared at you for too long. Moments when his fingers brushed against yours while passing a notebook. Moments when he seemed like he wanted to say something... but didn’t know what.

And you, in the meantime, broke in silence.

Suguru didn’t let you fall.

He was there.

He understood you.

And he saw what you couldn’t yet see clearly: that Satoru was starting to drift toward you again. As if his soul remembered you, even if his mind didn’t.

One day, Suguru sat with you on the dojo bleachers.

—You know, some bonds don’t need logic. There are things the heart remembers, even when the mind forgets.

—And what if it never goes back to how it was? —you looked at him, swallowing your tears.

Suguru smiled at you gently and simply said,

—What if this time, it’s even better?

Days passed.

Then weeks.

And in that time, Satoru began doing things he didn’t even understand.

Like that time he saw you brushing your hair in the gardens of the campus and, without thinking, walked over to help you. With clumsy hands, he tried to tie your hair with a loose band.

—Did I do this before? —he asked, with a hesitant smile.

—Yes —you answered, voice trembling—. All the time.

Or that day he saw you cooking with Shoko in the dorm kitchen, and he walked in without warning, stole a strawberry from the bowl, and placed it in your mouth —as if he’d done it a thousand times.

—Sorry, it was just an impulse —he said, embarrassed.

—It’s okay.

—It felt really natural —he murmured.

—It was —you whispered.

He didn’t understand why his body sometimes moved on its own, why your laugh gave him that ache in his chest, why looking into your eyes soothed a pain he didn’t even know he had.

Suguru noticed, silently. He saw how Satoru began to look for you with his eyes. How his jokes started coming more often. How he sat a little closer to you in the dining hall. How he only laughed when you laughed first.

And you —even if your heart bled for everything he didn’t remember— couldn’t help but smile when he let himself follow that instinct pulling him back to you.

One training afternoon, Satoru tripped and fell sitting down, laughing.

—Who puts a dumbbell in the middle of the field?! —he shouted.

—You. You put it there this morning to practice with Megumi —you answered, walking over to him.

He looked up at you.

—Really?

You nodded. And he looked at you, squinting.

—Do you always know everything?

—Not everything. Just... the important things.

Satoru fell silent. He looked at you as if he wanted to read your soul.

—Do you know who you were to me?

And you, with a lump in your throat, only said:

—The one who waited for you even when you didn’t know you had gone.

The nights began to weigh heavier.

One of them, it was raining. Hard. Everyone was asleep.

You went out for some air. And Satoru did too. Maybe fate. Maybe instinct.

You found him on the building’s roof, soaked, his glasses dripping.

He looked at you, took them off, and smiled.

—I don’t know why I like coming here —he said.

—You always said it was the only place where the world couldn’t catch you —you answered.

He came closer. Slowly.

Not like the confident Satoru he used to be, but like someone exploring a sacred place without knowing he had already lived there.

He took your hand.

—I want to remember —he said, his eyes fixed on yours.

—You don’t have to —you whispered.

—Why not?

—Because you’re here. And that’s enough.

There was silence. The rain fell over you both, but it didn’t matter.

Satoru raised a trembling hand and touched your face.

—Can I...? —he asked, and you knew what he meant.

But you didn’t kiss him.

You just rested your forehead against his.

You closed your eyes.

And in that moment, the world disappeared.

Because even if he didn’t remember, your soul did.

And his... was starting to, too.

The rain passed.

But inside Satoru, a storm remained.

That night he didn’t sleep.

He sat on his bed, staring at the hands that had touched your face. He felt like he had known you forever... and yet, he couldn’t recall a single clear memory.

The next day, he went to see Suguru. He found him meditating in the back gardens.

—Is something wrong? —Suguru asked without opening his eyes.

—Yes —Satoru admitted—. And I don’t know how to say it.

Suguru barely smiled.

—Then say it badly. But say it.

Satoru sat across from him. He swallowed hard.

—She… —he started, not knowing how to call you—. She makes me feel things I don’t understand.

—And why should you understand them? —Suguru said, opening one eye.

—Because it’s like I know her. Like I need her. But I don’t remember. It makes me angry. It scares me.

Suguru took a deep breath. Sat up straight, looking him in the eye.

—Listen, Satoru. Not all love comes from memory. Some come from the soul. There are bonds the body keeps even when the mind forgets. And you… you loved that way.

—Her?

—Her —Suguru nodded—. But you don’t need me to tell you. You’re already feeling it, aren’t you?

Satoru looked down. His fingers trembled.

—So, what do I do?

Suguru smiled at him with a tenderness only he could have.

—Follow your instinct. Love doesn’t always need logic. Sometimes it’s enough to just let it bloom... again.

That afternoon, Satoru looked for you.

He found you in the school greenhouse, watering the plants you had planted together long ago. He didn’t know it, but you did.

—Can I talk to you? —he asked, his voice soft.

You set the watering can aside. You nodded.

Satoru approached, unsure.

—I don’t want to hurt you with this… but I need to know.

—Whatever you need, Satoru.

—Who were you to me?

Your lips trembled. You lowered your gaze. And, like someone opening a very old wound, you whispered:

—We were everything that wasn’t said out loud.

He closed his eyes. As if those words hit something deep inside.

—I don’t remember —he said, in pain—. I don’t remember how I loved you. I don’t remember when I kissed you for the first time, or how you made me laugh on bad days. I don’t remember what we shared…

You began to cry silently. But you stayed strong.

—It’s okay. I won’t force you.

Satoru looked up. His eyes, empty of memories, were full of something stronger.

—I don’t remember… but I love you anyway.

Your heart stopped.

—What?

—I don’t understand why. I have no proof. No memories. But I feel it. I feel it like I always have. Like you’re my place, even if I don’t know how I got here.

He moved closer. Slowly. He took your hand.

—Will you let me come back to you? Step by step. From the beginning. But with you.

You, through tears, just nodded.

And then he kissed you.

For the second time in his life… or maybe the thousandth.

But for him, it was the first.

And for you… it was the return.

Days passed.

And even though Satoru didn’t recover his memories, he didn’t need them to keep falling in love with you.

You shared breakfasts in the dining hall, walks at sunset, quiet conversations where you didn’t tell him what it was before, but what it was now.

Sometimes he asked if he had done something silly, if he had danced with you in the rain or tried to bake cookies (spoiler: yes, and he burned the kitchen).

You laughed.

And he looked at you as if your laughter was a melody his soul recognized. Suguru watched you from a distance, always with a quiet smile. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t force anything. He just let you be.

One night, while the city slept, Satoru took you to the school roof.

—Do you remember when I asked you who you were to me? —he said, as you sat side by side, a blanket over your legs.

—Yes.

—Now I think I know —he whispered—. Not because of memories. But because I feel it. I feel like this place makes no sense without you. That if you’re not here, something in me is missing. Like you’re the language I think in, even if I don’t speak it very well.

You leaned on his shoulder. He rested his head on yours.

—I have no memories of our past… but I have plans with you for the future.

You turned slowly.

He took your face in his hands. His lips trembled.

—And if that’s not love… then let someone tell me what else it could be.

He kissed you.

This time, with all intention.

No past. No explanations. Just the present… And a future he was willing to build with you.

There, on that roof, Satoru remembered nothing. But he felt everything. And in the end, that was enough. Because he had chosen to stay.

And he wasn’t planning to ever leave again.

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chosaraki · 3 days ago

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Stage Under Lunar Blood

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James Lee x R.femele. ( Hunter )

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Inspired by the style of Netflix's K-pop Demon Hunter, with DG / James Lee disguised as a demon, and a Y/N who is a successful singer and demon hunter

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Seoul shines under the spotlight. Y/N is on stage, powerful voice echoing through the crowd. Next to you, DG - under the guise of James Lee, impeccable black suit, discreet red eyes in the light of the show's artificial moon - observes every movement. He is part of the audience, but his look is cold, predatory. Nothing escapes him.

When the last note dies, whispers appear backstage: "The Saja Boys... appeared near the entrance."

Y/N feels the air change. Your heart speeds up. DG appears next to her, in silence. Just whisper:

"I want to see how far you are ready to fight."

The tone is icy, and makes Y/N shudder.

Red lights invade the backstage. Doors explode. Disguised demons - part of the Saja Boys crew - invade the place.

Y/N, trained, pulls a sacred cord from her neck. DG smiles, almost from the corner:

"Let me help."

He extends his hand - true eyes shine with an infernal flame - and in an instant, an underground flame sprouts from the ground, disintegrating one of the demons. Your power is visceral, brutal.

Without hesitation, Y/N releases a high note - its sacred song reverberates. DG conjures sharp shadows to the rhythm of the melody; each of her syllables is amplified by her spell. Together, they form a true duet of destruction.

The demons counterattack - crowd advances towards the backstage exit. Y/N runs, protecting fans while launching purifying light. DG created a dark portal behind her. When the portal closes, only one champion on the other side remains: the demon leader.

DG and the devil face each other. Freezing silence. Then, DG advances in a somersault, invisible blow. The air trembles. The demon leader falls, dissolved in black smoke.

When it's all over, Y/N is still in shock. The improvised stage, the smell of burning and fake stars shining on the ceiling. She turns to DG - he stains the lapel of the suit with a trace of dark blood.

He smiles, and for a moment, the mask falls off: red eyes, almost demonic expression.

"People call me James Lee. But today you saw who I really am."

Y/N feels a chill: the line between hunter and hunted has just shaken.

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In the next show, everything returns to normal. Y/N shines, strong, confident. But behind the scenes, she touches her sacred necklace - and knows exactly who is waiting in the dark... DG, the demon who chose to be by her side.

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The night fell on Seoul like an enchanted veil. The stage was empty now, but the echoes of the battle still vibrated on the floor, disguised between the bass of the subwoofers and the heat of the lights that still hung from the ceiling.

Y/N was standing in the dressing room, staring at his reflection. The impeccable makeup now had a thin crack - not in the eyeliner or base, but in the look. What she saw there... it wasn't just tiredness.

It was doubtful.

The handle rotates smoothly.

- "You did well."

She doesn't need to look to know who came in. The heat that precedes DG is like hot smoke sliding through the air conditioning. He no longer disguises as much as before - his eyes still red, but now less threatening and more... curious.

Y/N stares at him through the mirror.

- "You shouldn't be here."

- "And yet... I am. You shouldn't be alive either after what happened yesterday."

She turns around. Quick. As if anger itself had rehearsed that movement.

- "Were you the one who brought the Saja Boys here?"

DG smiles. A smile that flows like elegant poison.

- "No. But I let them come."

Silence. She tightens the sacred necklace, an automatic instinct, as if it were enough for a second to burn it with an exorcism spell. But he doesn't back down. No need.

- "Why?"

- "Because I wanted to see if you would survive."

He's getting closer. One step at a time.

- "And you survived. Singing like a goddess. Fighting like a martyr. You're ready now."

Y/N steps back a little. But he accompanies her.

- "Ready for what?"

DG extends his hand - not as a threat, but as an offering.

- "To stop being just a hunter... and become a bridge between the two worlds."

She smiles. Ironic.

- "Do you want me to become an ally of the demons?"

He approaches, centimeters away. The voice is now low, almost affectionate.

- "I want... you to choose for yourself. Let him see that heaven and hell are not so different. That maybe... I'm not your enemy."

His eyes shine with crooked sincerity. Like someone who has lived millennia pretending emotions, but now experiences a real one for the first time.

She feels. An impulse that shouldn't exist. But it exists. A part of her wants to believe. You want to understand.

- "Why me?", she asks.

- "Why not kill me, like everyone else?"

DG lowers his eyes for a moment.

- "Because you sing as if you were healing hell itself."

Y/N holds the air.

He takes one last step back, leaving the dressing room like a shadow that says goodbye to the sun.

- "See you in Busan. Next show."

And disappears.

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Y/N arrives alone. The city pulsates. Posters announce your next performance.

But next to the station, between neon reflections and dirty shop windows, she sees him. Impeccable suse. Sunglasses. I smiled, with a cup of coffee in my hand.

James Lee

Or DG.

The man, the demon, the admirer.

She walks up to him. And for the first time... you can't hold the necklace.

He delivers the coffee without saying a word.

And at that moment, under Busan's artificial lights, the hunter and hell walk side by side.

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Inspired by the post of:

@yin-yun

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lovelybunn · 9 months ago

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𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄. –ㅤㅤfeat. alt gabriel & gn angel reader

synopsis: reader has been friends with archangel gabriel for centuries. it was only until the outbreak of alternates, did something in gabriel change... at first, reader did not question it, until he started asking them to do the most dreadful things.

word count: 3.1k

warning: gore, topic of suicide, manipulation, heavy religious themes, slight horror

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤprologue.

YOU WERE ECSTATIC. Gabriel was finally coming home. It's been almost two decades since the last time you saw him. At some point in the process of waiting, you assumed he was either sent to purgatory, or worse. But all of that didn't matter anymore. Your Gabriel was coming home, back to you.

You practically galloped to the entrance, your wings fluttering with anticipation. You were stopped mid-sprint and almost ran into the crowd of fellow angels welcoming your dear friend back. Gabriel may not have been the highest ranking, only being an Archangel, but he had a way with the people, both mortal and immortal alike. He was kind-hearted, selfless, and never made anyone feel excluded. You admired him. He gave you a chance, when no one else did. For all that he does for you, you would do anything for him.

You weren't the tallest for an angel, so you hopped up and let your wings float you above the soft, cloudy ground. Gabriel waved to the crowd, his wide, childlike eyes twinkled in joy. You squinted down at him in curiosity. His hair looked longer. He never liked his hair past his shoulders. You brushed away the thought. Maybe he didn't have time to cut it.

The crowds bickering and cheering gradually got louder, until a booming voice from behind startled them, everyone's heads whipping towards the sound. "Welcome back, dearest Archangel Gabriel, have the heavens blessed you in your travels. How was your mission, my child?" God announced, his vocal cords buzzing around the cathedral. We all quickly dived to our knees, our eyes glued to the floor. The space became deadly quiet. The only person who looked up was Gabriel, an innocent smile on his face.

He flipped his long locks to the side and cleared his throat. "It went very well, Father. The alternates have been eradicated, and faith has returned in the mortal world." This was the very first time you've heard Gabriel speak in years; his voice had gone deeper, almost slick, like ice. God gave two small nods of his head, "That is wonderful news, my son." God lifted his hands in the air for emphasis, all heads lifting up to their superior. "As tribute to his efforts, I may grant a celebration in this young man's honor!" Everyone raised to their feet and screamed in harmony, "Hurrah!"

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The outbreak of alternates had started about two decades ago, and Gabriel was sent away to purify all that were affected on Earth. It wasn't as bad at the beginning, it being very easy to distinguish between alternate and normal mortals. But then, as the years went by, Lucifer had gotten creative- strategic, even. Alternates started to look more like the creatures they were imitating, and used manipulation to cause victims to end their own lives as sacrifice for the devil's so-called "cause". Trust was shattered all across the world.

No one knew who was a pawn and who wasn't, so, as mortals often do in misunderstandings, they turned on each other. You didn't want to imagine the bloodshed that Gabriel was forced to witness, it hurt your heart just thinking about it. So many innocent lives taken away at such short notice. The saddest part was, even the highest ranking angel couldn't save a mortal- bring them back to who they once were. Once one became an alternate, there was no known way to reverse it. They would forever be under Satan's control.

The thought scared you to death, but you always wondered, after the advancements of disguise, if the devil would take it a step further. Would he ever dare send one of his pawns to the holy land? Would he be filled with so much hatred and resentment that he himself would pretend to be an angel again, just to destroy all of humanity, and everything else with it? Your wings shut tightly against each other as you shivered.

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Before the nightmare could continue, something cold slithered itself onto your shoulder. You jumped, your wings flashed out in surprise.You quickly turned on your heels. There stood your best friend, your true savior right in front of you. You pounced on him, hugging the boy with both arms and legs. Slightly startled, he wrapped his arms around your small figure. Gabriel has always been taller than you, being about six-foot-five in human terms. He always liked to hold you and give you piggy back rides, he loved seeing how happy you would get, being able to see all that he sees. He was like a big brother to you.

"Hi, (Name)! It's so wonderful to finally see you again! I missed you so much!" With your head buried into the crook of his neck, you muttered, "I thought I lost you." You breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. You couldn't pin-point what it was, but Gabriel always smelled like comfort, home. For quite some time, you felt as if you'd never feel that way again. But it didn't matter now, he was here. You were safe.

"Of course you didn't lose me, sweetie, I'll always be with you." He gave you a soft grin, his dimples poking the sides of his cheeks. A weak smile was your response, "From the darkest nights to the ends of time." You and Gabriel said in sync. In a way, those were your vows to each other. Gabriel had come up with the phrase when the two of you were very young, only a few thousand years old. There was a devastating war between the underworld and the holy land, and both of you were highly injured in battle. You remember it as if it was yesterday.

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He laid helplessly in your arms, his body almost too heavy for you to hold on to. Part of his left wing had been ripped apart, a river of blood poured out in its place. With tears in your eyes, you screamed, begged for someone, anyone to help your dying friend. It felt as if even though pain and destruction surrounded you, only you and Gabriel were left in the entire universe. The realization hit you like a bullet to your chest. Gabriel was going to die here, and you would be the only one who witnessed, or cared, for that matter.

"I'm so sorry..." You sobbed, clinging on his heaving stomach. "Please, please don't leave me. I can't lose you, you're all I have..." With a shaky hand, Gabriel caressed your cheek and smiled with as much optimism his weak body could muster. "Don't be silly, (Name). I'll always be with you, from the darkest nights to the ends of time."

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You slowly slid off of Gabriel, taking his hand in yours. The two of you walked towards the housing district as you exclaimed, "It looks like nothing changed for you. You're still beloved by everyone." He chuckled lightly, "That's a bit of a misconception. I bet I have a few enemies here and there." You let go of Gabriel's hand to elbow him in the side, "Don't kid yourself, how could anyone hate you? You're perfect." He snickered down at you, his eyes half lidded. "I wouldn't say I'm perfect. Everyone has their flaws, even the seraphim, the purest of all angels." You furrowed your brows in frustration. "Why can't you just take the compliment? And also, I wouldn't suggest talking about your superiors like that, you know they're all-knowing." He shrugged.

The rest of the walk to the housing sector was awkwardly silent. Usually the two of you have much to talk about, but today Gabriel seemed oddly reserved. Maybe he just needed time to settle back in, to recover from whatever horrors he may have discovered while dealing with the alternates. You and Gabriel finally made it to your humble abode, a cozy little loft at the corner of the sector, perfect for viewing the mortals below and stars above.

He sighed, plopping his body on your perfectly cushioned couch. It looked as if all tension in his muscles had melted away in an instant. You smiled warmly. "I'm glad you're making yourself at home, Gabriel. I can't imagine how exhausted you are." He didn't bother to face you as he slurred, "More than you would know." Your lips curled into frown, underwhelmed by his lack of acknowledgement of your presence.

Have you been replaced? No, that can't be. You and Gabriel have been friends since childhood, he couldn't have replaced you that fast. He wouldn't anyway, he loves you. You just settled with the conclusion that you were overthinking, and that he just needed some time alone to collect his thoughts. "Well, if you need anything, I'll be in my bedroom." You nervously stammered, a jittery giggle sneaking its way out of your vocal cords. Before you could hear a response, you quickly shuffled your feet toward your bedroom, your clammy hands glued together.

You closed your door quietly and sat down on the side of your bed. Your wings fluffed themselves out and a few stray feathers fluttered down onto your sheets as you rested your chin on your palm. You shut your eyes and took in a deep breath. There was so much you wanted to talk to him about, but you didn't want to seem nagging. Gabriel already seemed to be giving you the cold shoulder. You shrugged it off again and curled into your covers in silence. "Maybe he'll feel better by the time his party starts." You mumbled to no one at all, trying to bring some comfort in this very confusing situation.

You tried to rest, but Gabriel’s unnatural behavior had bothered you a bit more than you thought it would. It had been almost an hour since you trailed off to your room, and he hasn't even tried knocking on your door to check on you. Then, as if God himself had came down to answer your prayers, there came a damp haired, truly majestic being with a loosely fit robe tied around his waist.

Gabriel looked absolutely ethereal. You’ve always thought he was pretty, but this was next level. The shoulder of the satin robe drooped to one side, exposing his collarbones. Gabriel must have noticed your flushed expression, because he giggled and gently sat beside you. “Awe, just look at yourself, (Name)! It isn’t like it's the first time you’ve seen me like this.” He teased, a pouty look on his soft features. And you hope it wasn’t the last, you thought, eyes averted. The wall looked very interesting at this point in time.

“I’m glad you decided to freshen up.” Fiddling with your hands, you added, “What do you plan on wearing for your event tonight?” He hummed, a low rumble in his chest. “I have no clue yet. Nothing too flashy. Gold would be nice…” After swallowing down your pride, you gained the courage to face Gabriel again. This time he wasn’t looking at you, fixated on his soft, big curls that flowed down to his mid-back.

He combed his fingers through them, patiently waiting for you to interject. You pressed your lips together into a fine line, not knowing what to say. Since it was the only thing you could come up with, and the awkward silence was threatening your dignity, you queried, “Why did you decide to grow it out? Your hair, I mean.” Without moving a single muscle, Gabriel’s eyes flashed a dark look your way.

You involuntarily flinched, wings twitching with suspicion. Gabriel’s usual bright, welcoming, sapphires had seemed to dull to a depressing, almost sinister, shade of gray slate. His left eyebrow raised dramatically, the rest of Gabriel’s features hard as stone. He blinked once and the expression was gone, replaced with a goofy grin and rosy cheeks. You hesitantly rested your hand over your heart, an ache being gently lifted off your shoulders. Gabriel spoke, that same icy tone had crept its way back from his first arrival.

A hint of sweetness only masked over it, “Remember how you would say you loved when I let my hair grow freely? How you hated to see me grab a pair of scissors just to chop it all down to less than shoulder length? That’s about all there is to it. I did it out of respect for my best friend, (Full Name).” You smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of your neck, “Well, I’m glad you finally came to your senses; I think it looks wonderful on you.” Gabriel gave a small nod as a “thank you”, his large figure rising up off your mattress. “Speaking of the event, I must start getting ready, it could start at any moment.”

You squinted as Gabriel waltzed out completely unbothered, not even giving you a small wave. The door shut, the loud slam caused you to slightly jump. You took in a deep breath and your widened wings slowly wrapped around your anxious figure, comfortably warming your unusually cold skin. With a grunt, you stretched yourself out in standing position. "What was that defensive look about? All I did was ask about his hair." You audibly wondered, heading over to your bureau.

You paused and tilted your head a little, a troubled face looked back at you through the reflection. Something seemed off, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was. You leaned toward the mirror, hand stretched as if to reach out for something invisible to the eye. You squinted, observing the mirror more closely. There was nothing there that was out of the ordinary. You sighed roughly, feeling comfortable enough to finally pull back. Your paranoia had been almost instantly proven wrong.

You blinked for a millisecond, and there stood a freakishly tall and slender shadow, its black figure practically camouflaged into the darkness of your closet. It stared at you with soulless sockets, their shape unnatural and elongated, very similar to that of an old cartoon. You bit back a scream and snapped your head back towards the creature with your back faced toward the mirror. It disappeared, nowhere in sight.

Suddenly, you heard a mangled voice gurgle out some close to unintelligible phrase right against your ear. The only translatable words were "The end is near. Soon the world will crumble from his wrath." Out of impulse, you slammed your fist against the glass, pieces abruptly shattering across the floor, the loud cracks screeched in your ears. You pulled your hand back, knuckles already stained with blood. All you did was pop your fingers, a quiet hiss only subtly revealing the pain stabbing at the joints in your hand.

"All of that was delusion. I need to finish getting ready." You were getting used to telling yourself that, ever since Gabriel had returned. Although, that felt real. Almost too real. If that was what you thought it was, you could not tell anyone. Gabriel had promised he had gotten rid of all alternates, and you weren't going to completely ruin his reputation just because you're starting to see things. Gabriel was your world, and you couldn't imagine his own crumbling because of you. If keeping him safe requires hurting yourself, you've been prepared for the fall.

Your eyes widened. “This place is filled to the brim. I’ll never get inside at this rate.” You muttered, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. Because he was the ‘guest of honor’, Gabriel had already arrived before anyone could step foot into the pub. You were wearing your best, its design covered in intricate symbols, each having its own distinct meaning. Yet, it's not like it really mattered, people were too busy shoving you around to get inside to take note of your dazzling outfit. You felt a sharp pain in your head coming on. “You have got to be kidding me…”

Unfortunately, as an angel, you were not limited to the everyday pains of that which a mortal human would feel, back pains especially came naturally to you. Trying your best to ignore that intense, godforsaken migraine that pounded across your mind, you squeezed yourself through the mass of individuals, an occasional “Sorry.” “Excuse me.” “Pardon me.” under your breath.

Once you finally made it in, you closed your eyes, letting your lungs take in the pub’s strangely intoxicating smell. It was citrusy, with a hint of freshly handcrafted booze. It reminded you of humans’ casinos, except less… sinful.

A large chandelier hung above your head, its beautiful ornaments twinkled in spite of the darkness that surrounded the object. The party had just begun about five minutes ago, and the pub was already buzzing with people of various ethnic backgrounds. From the fairest skinned sharp-eyed Russian, to the buzzling group of deep dark brown Africans and their hyperactive latinx companions, diversity was no small thing at this event, or in Heaven in general. This fact alone proved your point of Gabriel being a star in the world’s eyes. You weren’t jealous, in fact, you were just as vulnerable to Gabriel’s undying charm as everyone else in this building.

Music of all kinds blared through the speakers, it's hard bass causing you to slam your palms over your ears. The sea of bodies swayed forward, toward a balcony hanging overhead. You followed suit; a beaming figure rose from the darkness of the room of the balcony. He raised his hand slowly, then, in a blink of an eye, it whipped across the air in one quick movement. The whole pub silenced themselves. The man let his hand fall to his lap gently, resting on top of the one he wasn’t using. He bowed to the crowd, most returning the gesture.

Once he had risen back to standing posture, he raised his arms up high, very similarly to God’s act this morning. As if in sync, his vast wings flashed out, a gust of wind blew across the masses. Now that he had really allowed you to look at them, the scars on Gabriel’s left wing were not there, at all. It was almost as if the injury had never happened.

Gabriel spoke, causing you to rushingly shift your focus back onto his face. It looked stern, an almost exact replica of the expression he gave you back at your loft. It sent an uncanny shiver down your spine. “It is truly an honor to be with you all on this charming evening, I thank you for your hospitality. I may have freed the mortal world from harm, but you, the people and protectors of all that is holy, are the true heroes. There is no sin without justice, as well as there is no justice without sin.” Angels from all around roared, chanting things most of which were unintelligible to you.

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“Pain is… a lesson that the universe teaches us,” intoned the Chaplain. “Pain is the preserver from injury. Pain perpetuates our lives. It is the healing, purifying scalpel of our souls. Pain is the wine of communion with heroes. It is the quicksilver panacea for weakness – the quintessence of a dedicated existence. Pain is the philosophic vitriol which transmutes mere mortal into immortal. It is the Sublime, the golden astral fire! I am in pain always, in blessed pain. Recommend that you fix your attention on the countenance of Rogal Dorn, Cadet.” A moment later it seemed that boiling water scalded Lexandro’s whole body below the neck. Simultaneously, furnace-fire incinerated him. He knew what those two victims must have felt when tossed into the heat-sink. Except that they had died quickly. Or so he supposed. He could not die. For his convulsing limbs, gripped within the slender yet firm framework, were not being consumed – even in his agony he understood that his substance remained unblemished. His legs were not simply dipped in molten lead; they were made of molten lead. His belly was a crucible, his ribs were a gridiron, and his fingers were tongs. A shrivelled stub of white-hot poker jutted from his groin. Lava coursed through his arteries. Nor could he lose consciousness… Then the boiling water became superheated. The furnace-fire was incandescent plasma. Screeching, he exhausted all air. Could he shriek himself unconscious through asphyxiation? No, for his lungs dragged in air to make more screams. The bellows bellowed. (...) Naked, Lexandro knelt before the idol of Rogal Dorn and adored it… The Chaplain watched intently. After a while he directed his cybercart to Lexandro’s side and reached out his true arm to touch the cadet. “Even before the gene-seed of the primarch is implanted in you…” he murmured reverentially. “Even before… As if the blessed Dorn has marked you out in advance."

from: Space Marine, Ian Watson

#quote #warhammer #40k #space marine #ian watson #oldhammer #imperial fists #lexardo d'arqubus #rogal dorn #context: Lexardo experiences the pain glove for the first time

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devilzukin7 · 1 year ago

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Everything will be okay...💜

Johnny Cage was always cheerful, arrogant, self-centered and a joker, but part of that was a mask to hide his worries and weaknesses, he is not someone who is vulnerable in front of anyone and we see him with a smile all the time. But a famous actor like him must face criticism all the time, the pressure of having to do everything well and not make any mistakes since he is in the public eye, studying hundreds of scripts and perfecting his performances so as not to let his career fall, among others things.

Before he was completely alone, he did have dates or invite women to his dressing room, but all that was superficial, a temporary distraction, but even in those moments hid his true emotions behind a façade of arrogance and flirtation. He kept everything to himself until he ended up drowning his sorrows in alcohol or other things that the Hollywood world itself offered him.

Everything changed that day when he went to a town far from the city to distract himself and practice his fighting skills, in addition to taking a break. The monks helped him realign himself on the right path while the pure air purified him. There he met some other townspeople who showed him something different from what he used to see on the streets of California, and among those townspeople, thanks to his temporary mentor Bo' Rai Cho, he met his daughter, Araceli, who made him curious from day one, being the daughter of someone so important to the people of the town and also a fan of his movies.

Johnny began to approach her and talk often with her, forging in those days a genuine connection and friendship that he had rarely had, although he was a little disconcerted every time he tried to advance with her and she didn't understand his advances. Her naivety was a little worrying for a fighter bartender, he thought.

Before leaving town to resume his normal life, he decided to take the risk of taking her as his assistant. At first he doubted his decision a little because she was not only inexperienced but also clumsy and sometimes still smelled of onions and fields, but after a few weeks of scolding and frustration, everything improved more than he expected.

With this, he little by little began to loosen up a little more, since he had already gotten used to being more direct since if not, she would not fully understand his words. He could be himself without feeling that he would be seen as weak man because for her it was normal to show emotions openly and be honest, everything was different in the town where she came from and she reflected it in her way of being, infecting a little of these customs to the actor.

Even though Araceli sometimes seemed to not understand anything about her surroundings or even know where she was standing, she immediately noticed when Johnny felt frustrated, sad, angry, there was no way to hide it from her, she already knew him very well and it was difficult not to notice (especially when he was quieter than normal and scolded her for silly things). Those months working together served as a healing for both of them, as she had her own internal problems that he would soon learn about through her own words.

While Araceli learned about the world out there away from her town and matured little by little, Cage now had loyal support and someone to whom he could show his vulnerable side knowing that she would see him the same way no matter what he said. Even though the actor was constantly keeping her busy with work and asking her for favors all the time, she had become his emotional support and the feeling was mutual. He no longer had to hide from his own feelings.

Characters:

Johnny Cage (Mortal Kombat)

Araceli Cage (my OC)

Mortal Kombat (c) Netherrealm Studios / WB / Midway before

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demidabblin · 2 months ago

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Vichola Vs. Earth: What's the difference?

Synopsis: Vichola is an alternative version of Earth where there's more water, more storms, bigger flora and fauna, and humans evolved late. There exists a power source in the setting called Anima--which exists in everything and everyone-- And also grants some lucky humans unique abilities. This is the first part of a larger worldbuilding project. Keep an eye out for #Vichola for more!

The planet itself is referred to as Vichola. Vichola is Earth-like in content, though not exactly the same.

More water. Vichola is approximately 85% water instead of only 71%.

More storms and higher humidity.

Deserts are exceptionally rare, with the only known one being the Cirr Desert between the Ferr Mountains in Uxor.

Less land. Per the last point, only about 15% of the planet is solid land and even less of that is habitable.

Most of the land that remains is storm-battered and rocky, making it difficult to build large infrastructure.

Mega Flora and Fauna. The plants and animals of this world are much larger than Earth’s.

Stag Beetles, for example, are the size of buffalo.

Examples of animals: Cinder whales, grass-cutter rhino beetles, Nighttail deer, Dotted Seals, and much more.

There are some places in the world that can only withstand the storms thanks to the impressive root systems of huge, ancient trees. The entire island chain of Zotheca is one of them.

Examples of plants: Southern Sea Grapes, Manifel Willow Shrooms, Firestar Clovers, Whitehoney Palm, and much more.

Humans evolved late. The planet was much older by the time humans evolved to be the dominant species, and with the environmental challenges, technological advancements came slowly.

Technology:

Air Ships (requires an Affixed to pilot due to their Anima requirements. Most common in Uxor but gaining popularity in Tolero.)

Robotic shuttles (requires an Affixed to pilot due to their Anima requirements)

Shuttles can only be used on well-beaten trailways and so most towns and villages rely on animal-driven transport. IE: Beetle-driven carts in Tolero, Seal ferries in Nullus, and Bat gliders in Zotheca.

Wind, solar, and sea power

Unfortunately, no infrastructure to transport power to towns and villages that can’t produce it themselves.

The world is not fully mapped and because of that, there are often dead patches of islands not registered on any map.

Anima. What seems like magic to the real world is an expected and (somewhat) understood science in Vichola.

Anima is explained more below, but in place of electricity many places have some kind of technology that resembles modern amenities that uses Anima to work.

Anima-powered water purifiers that remove salt and impurities.

Anima flows through everything and can affect the natural world. A void of Anima or an overabundance of it can be devastating in equal measures.

The Central Storm Circle is caused by Anima from all four seas crashing together.

Anima Cascades are a type of natural disaster caused by the sudden influx of a massive amount of Anima. This can cause things like Aspects acting odd, animals going wild, plants suddenly surging in growth, and other strange effects. Usually this is affected by the exact source of the Anima, such as a powerful Affixed perishing or a great source of Anima (such as a tree, ancient animal, or natural monument) being desecrated.

Dead Zones are another type of natural disaster caused by the sudden lack of Anima. This can happen as a result of Anima suddenly being removed from a place in mass quantity (such as with a tool or an Aspect), or in the wake of a cascade that’s been quelled. Like cascades, Aspects act odd in places that there is no ambient Anima, Affixed will tire more easily, and life will not naturally take root here.

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In celebration of Huyang finally gaining lightsabers in the Ahsoka teasers, here's my comprehensive Huyang headcanon list (so far)

It became an essay sooo

Anatomy/Mechanics:

Huyang has 2 different power systems: One is the generic electric battery most older droids have, the other is kyber. Huyang is powered by a larger kyber crystal known colloquially as the Locus. Barely anyone knows about this and the only people that Huyang has told are the most senior Masters of the Jedi Order. Nobody knows in the era of the New Republic and Huyang prefers to keep it that way (this headcanon is based off the fic, The Jedi and Their Kyber)

Huyang's blinking mechanisms were put in during a time when humanoid droids were unusual versus as common as they are now. They were designed and placed in order to make him less unsettling and more impressionable. This didn't really work for his time and instead circled back to making him uncanny

His lower jaw is capable of movement with the inflection of his vocoder (imagine a muppet) for the same reason as above. The jaw had been stuck for centuries and Huyang never bothered to fix it until Ahsoka took him to get repaired/tuned up after the Imperial War. Nowadays, he doesn't really move it much purely because he's not used to having access to those pistons

Huyang's sensors are actually incredibly complex for a droid from constant upgrades over his time with the Order and applying his own upgrades over the War

Huyang has olfactory sensors to help detect noxious chemicals, unsafe atmospheres, airborne toxins, etc. This was put in place to keep his students safe

This also applies to his waste processor (the tube that lets him drink/eat things). He has a purifier that allows him to negate effects to himself BUT if he manually turns it down, he's capable of being effected. This is how he's capable of experiencing nicotine or dopamine jumps from deathstick/alcohol consumption

He also has gravity sensors to detect changes in gravity/air movement. Kinda a more complex version of a droid's orientation sensors. It helps him detect usage of the Force and lets him reorient himself pretty quickly if he gets flung around suddenly. Being around force sensitive younglings necessitated this upgrade. He got it pretty quickly after he actually started interacting with younglings

Most of his joints are universal, pivot, and saddle joints. He has most of his ball joints in his hands or his pack. His original hands weren't made of ball joints, but universal and pivot joints. The utilization of ball joints was considered incredibly advanced for his time

He's had a lot of updates to his personal drives, especially his archival memory storage and processors. His onboard storage has increased exponentially over the course of his functioning. Most of his archived memory is held on storage devices in the T-6, Crucible and the recaptured Archives on Coruscant. He's invested in a private cloud storage to be able to access his archives on the T-6 while Ahsoka and him are traveling and is working on trying to incorporate a connection between the rest of his archives on the Curcible and Archives so he can access information on the go if its not on the T-6. He also has physical storage because his ass does not trust the cloud storage that much

He still has a significant amount of onboard archives in his own helm though. If you open up his head, his memory board kinda looks like an enormous deck of black cards

He has 75% original parts! What are the 25% that aren't original? Mostly shit he lost over the Imperial War or had to replace

List of the 25%: His hands, his lower legs, his right eye and multifocal spec, his left shoulder joint, most of his smaller internals in his pack

He replaced his hands and lower legs himself by necessity over the Imperial War and needed repairs after for everything else

His ass put the waste processor and tub mod in himself because he wanted to be able to drink his teas instead of just holding them

History:

When Huyang was moved to the Temple on Coruscant, the ship used to drop him off was blue and looked similar to a cargo ship, thus the rumor that he came mysteriously in a big blue box (Hi Doctor Who). Huyang doesn’t correct the rumor because he thinks its fun and “whimsical” and isn’t really harming archives

His technical first workshop was on Coruscant, but his favorite workshops are his traveling ones: the one on the Crucible and the T-6, the Crucible being his most favored

He got the Crucible SUPER recently in comparison to the T-6. The T-6 was used before the Temple on Coruscant was established and was later reutilized by himself during the Imperial War after he got it back from Jocasta Nu and Gar

How his ass didn't get shot down, we'll never know

He originally worked with Jocasta Nu and Gar while they were trying to protect the archives. After Nu was killed and Gar started guarding the recovered archives himself, Huyang left

Mark IV architect droids were actually hunted down and dismantled during the early years of the Civil War, due to Darth Vader and Palpatine’s knowledge of where younglings and Jedi got arms from. Huyang was on the run for a very long time due to this

Palpatine was also lowkey hunting him because he's technically a glorified Jedi relic so that's another reason to be on the run

Huyang was barely legally functioning under the Republic due to the Order providing his licensing and excusing him from memory wipes for religious reasons. After the Order’s fall, Huyang’s licensing and ID was made inert; he could be wiped or dismantled like any other droid

He started working as a rebel agent during this time, in sort of the same vein as Ashoka in Rebels. He worked with a code name and pretended to be organic for ease of access to facilities and to avoid getting memory wiped or getting a cog placed on him

As a rebel agent, he mostly worked as recon in the Outer Rim. It was calm for the most part until Imperial invasions started happening, then he’d report and try to provide the T-6 as a getaway ship for survivors

On the side of being a rebel agent, he tried to teach forcesensitives he could find, but they were few and far between. The few he did find were either hunted down and killed or were afraid of taking on the mantle of Jedi and avoided him entirely/threatened to report him to the Empire

He found Ahsoka after the Imperial War and they've been living with each other on the T-6 ever since

He's met Luke and was very willing to share his archives with him. He stopped being so willing when Luke and him got into a disagreement over how to teach the New Order and when they're slightly differing ideals started clashing. He still shares archives but in very convoluted ways nowadays

Relationships:

Ahsoka Tano:

Finding Ashoka after the War was a relief to say the least. Ashoka grabbed him in the tightest hug of his life. It took a while for them to separate enough to walk. Tbf, he probably didn’t want to let her go either

Ashoka is to Huyang everything he lost before 66. She represents to him a time of stability and when he didn’t feel he was surviving by the skin of his teeth. She is a window into a time when Huyang was happy, to say the least

She's very dear to him. He loves her so much, and finds himself sometimes treating her like she's still a youngling under his tutelage

Luke Skywalker:

He doesn't dislike Luke but he's a little,,, idk miffed by him? In the same vein as he feels about Sabine

He doesn’t mind what he’s trying to do, he admires it in fact. They both have a similar idea of what the Order represents. But it’s not the way HE would do it. They butt heads a lot about how to run the Order and what rules are important vs what isn’t

Ashoka finds Huyang’s displeasure with Luke amusing. Luke finds it exasperating

Huyang does enjoy hanging out with him outside of a professional context thought. Luke asks a lot of questions that Huyang finds compelling and that's the main way to work your way into Huyang's heart really: ask him for a story and you've got his attention

He doesn't really want to work with his New Order, mostly because he thinks Ahsoka needs him far more and he's kinda having a midlife crisis right now

Sabine Wren:

He dislikes her HEAVILY and tends to butt heads with her INCREDIBLY often

He finds her hardheaded and a poor fit for a padawan or jedi

He also doesn't like how she rolls her eyes at him or underestimates his capabilities. He finds it incredibly disrespectful

Huyang does value her as someone that is important to Ahsoka though. He understands they have a relationship that only a padawan and master can have, so she is under his jurisdiction to protect (if need be) and teach

Misc:

Huyang recalls his creator fondly. Although he doesn't remember her face or name, he remembers her warmth and the way she treated him. He's sad about not being able to recall her fully, but he decides that his own hull is sign enough of her existence and how much she cared for him

Yes, Huyang has a doctorate. In what? He never says. (It’s in smithing and electrical engineering. Why? For fun and he was bored so he did classes on the side of teaching younglings. When the uni found out he was a droid, it was a huge hubbub that the Order had to deal with but he got to graduate despite it. He thought walking up for his diploma and watching the entire audience stand there shocked was amusing)

He lowkey started a droid revolution from that

Retro droid admirers go insane over him. He has to beat the admirers away whenever he goes into a repairshop for a touch up

Huyang likes tea/heated beverages, even before he could drink. He just likes how it feels on the sensors in his hands. He will hold a cup until it goes lukewarm. Occasionally, he will dump it and get a new one depending on how stressed he is

He has an anxious tic where he taps his fingers. It's gotten worse over time, to the point where it's developed into a bouncy leg or pacing

This bitch is so dramatic when he wants to be. He’ll bemoan his lack of younglings to teach, whine at Ashoka about “kids these days”, the works. It drives Sabine up a wall. This is why he keeps doing it

His dry sense of humor has always been there, it’s just gotten stronger since 66 and slightly more pessimistic/dark. He also doesn’t feel the need to pull punches since there’s no children around to censor himself around anymore

Huyang does enjoy traveling, as much as he would like to hole up in his workshop sometimes. That’s why he preferred his traveling workshops instead of the one on Coruscant. Traveling to new places puts a pep in his step a good charge wouldn’t

He makes lightsabers when stressed. He doesn’t have a hobby thanks (After 66 and during the Imperial War, he made at least 300. He didn’t have the heart to dismantle them. They’re kinda buried in the depths of the Crucible because he doesn’t want to think about how severely Order 66 or the War effected him)

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