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A Court of Fire & Masks

Eris Vanserra x OC

Chapter 8

Summary

Penelope enters the glamorous yet treacherous world of Autumn Court life, where appearances are everything, and even the slightest misstep could ruin her families reputation. As the youngest daughter of a noble family, she's expected to smile, nod, and blend in - just like her older sister. But when Penelope's curiosity about inter-court politics leads to a forbidden mention of unrest, she quickly realizes she may not have the weaponry for the brutal battle of social court, especially when she runs up against heir to the court, Eris Vanserra.

Content Warnings:

Emotional manipulation

Verbal and emotional abuse

Power imbalances

Anxiety and panic

Mentions of sexism & misogyny

Dark themes of cruelty

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Tagged: @mrsjna @lilah-asteria @ambivalence-is-me @rcarbo1 @aaliyahmorielle @feyrfly

The morning Penelope was set to leave for the Autumn Manor, a faint mist clung to the frost-dusted fields, shrouding the estate in a cool, silvery light. She stood just outside the main entrance, surrounded by the final bustle of servants and staff arranging her trunks beside the stone steps. The chill nipped at her cheeks, but the tightness in her chest felt colder, sharper.

Her mother hovered nearby, orchestrating the movement of each trunk with a sharp eye and clipped commands. No one was safe from her venom this morning. Penelope knew that the meticulous oversight was not just to ensure she had the proper attire for attending court. It was more than that. It was control – her last futile attempt to extend her reach even as Penelope slipped beyond it. She wondered if her mother’s expression, pinched and severe, was born from anger at losing her grip or from somewhere deeper, quieter fear.

Whatever it was, her mother’s tension spoke volumes, each barked order a declaration of all the things she wished she could say to Penelope herself. Penelope stood there, hands clasped tightly in front of her, watching as trunk after trunk was stacked and secured.

Light footsteps fell behind her, and Penelope turned to see Persimmon approaching. She was already dressed for the day, but shadows of sleep still lined her eyes. In her hands, she clutched a large cup of steaming tea, the fragrant steam curling lazily into the cold air of the morning. Persimmon’s gaze swept over the neat rows of trunks on the frosted lawn, her brows knitting together for a brief moment before she let out a long sigh.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice warmer than usual.

“Morning,” Penelope replied.

Persimmon took a slow sip from her cup, studying her sister from the corner of her eye with quiet intensity. “How’d you sleep?” she asked, the rim of her cup resting just below her chin as though to pull in some of the heat.

A small, dry chuckle escaped Penelope’s lips, condensing in the chilly air like a wisp of fog. “Terribly. If I got more than a few hours, I’d be surprised.”

“Nervous?” Persimmon asked.

“Terrified,” Penelope admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. The weight of the word seemed to sink into the frost-covered ground.

Persimmon’s mouth quirked into a half-smile as she took another sip of tea. “I can imagine,” she said.

Penelope shifted her feet, her boots clacking against the marble stairs. “What has you up so early?” she asked, casting a sideling glance at her sister.

Persimmon’s smile widened slightly. “Did you really think I was such a cruel sister that I wouldn’t see you off properly? Come on, Pen.”

“We said our goodbyes last night at dinner,” Penelope replied, a faint hint of protest in her voice. “You really needn’t trouble yourself.”

Persimmon rolled her eyes. “Of course I wanted to wish you well, but I also wanted to watch how Mother seemed to be holding up.”

Both sisters turned their gaze toward their mother, who was busy berating a flustered servant over the precise arrangement of a hat box. Her voice, sharp as a whip, cut through the morning air, making even the most seasoned footmen pause. It was almost comical, if not for the tense look on the staff member’s face. Penelope and Persimmon exchanged a wince both knowing too well the receiving end of such scrutiny.

“You know, Pen, it really is quite cruel of you to leave me alone with her,” Persimmon said, a mock pout crossing her face as she tried to suppress a chuckle.

“You’ll be fine,” Penelope replied. “You’ve handled her on your own before.”

Persimmon tilted her head, feigning a serious expression. “You’re sure Lord Eris can’t use two advisors?”

Penelope’s laugh burst out before she could stifle it, a welcome warmth curling in her chest. “Somehow, I think we might be a bit much for the Autumn Court. Even for him.”

Persimmon grinned, the humor in her eyes a temporary reprieve. “Well, just remember to send word if he needs additional help, or you find yourself needing an advisor,” she said, her tone half-teasing, half-serious. “I’d hate for you to have all the fun without me.”

Penelope nodded, the smile on her face faltering as she glanced back to the lawn, continuing to bustle with movement.

“Have you seen father this morning?” Persimmon asked, taking another sip of her tea.

Penelope’s brows arched as she crossed her arms, not from the cold but from a simmering annoyance that had been gnawing at her. “He left early, claiming he had business to attend to,” she said, her voice edged with a mix of bitterness and disappointment. “But in truth, I think he just didn’t want to be here when I left.”

Persimmon’s mouth twitched into a slight smile. “You cannot fault him, Pen,” she said, lowering her cup and meeting her sister’s narrowed eyes. “While I admit that the male is a spineless coward, he’s also watching his daughter rise above his own status, even if it’s temporary. That can’t be easy on his pride.”

Penelope scoffed, her eyes narrowing more. “Yes, well, for someone who is supposed to be the elder between the two of us, I thought he might manage to set aside his ego for just one moment. Just to say goodbye.”

Persimmon’s eyes softened, the teasing in her voice fading. “I think you’re giving him more credit than he deserves,” she said.

Before Penelope could respond, the sound of hooves clattering against the gravel caught everyone’s attention. Penelope squinted into the treeline, her breath hitching as a familiar chestnut horse emerged, its rider straight-backed and unmistakable, even in the soft, silvery morning light.

“Lord Aiden,” Persimmon murmured, her eyes widening as she turned to her sister. The surprise was mirrored in Penelope’s expression, a flicker of guilt gnawing at her stomach. He hadn’t mentioned he would come to see her off, or perhaps he would make a final attempt to stop her.

Aiden rode up with the easy confidence that naturally came to him, dismounting with practiced grace. His boots hit the ground with a solid thud as he handed the reins off to a stable hand who seemed to appear from thin air. His eyes, those familiar storm-blue depths, found Penelope immediately. A softness settled over his features when their gazes met, an intimacy that made the distance between them feel smaller, almost suffocating.

Their mother, who had been reprimanding a servant over the scuffing of a trunk, froze mid-gesture. Her sharp eyes swept over Aiden, assessing every detail of his demeanor. The atmosphere tightened as she approached, her expression controlled, a polite smile curving her lips but not quite reaching her eyes.

“Lord Aiden,” she called out, her voice adopting a polished tone, honeyed. “What a lovely surprise to see you here so early.”

Both Aiden and her mother met at the base of the steps. He inclined his head in polite acknowledgement but quickly returned his focus to Penelope. “Lady Estelle, I couldn’t let Lady Penelope depart without a proper farewell,” he said with a gentle warmth in his voice.

Penelope’s chest tightened at his sincerity, the guilt twisting deeper inside of her. She forced a smile, stepping down to meet him. “Aiden, you didn’t have to come,” she said, her voice striving for lightness but failing.

His eyes softened further, a small, knowing smile tilting his lips. “I think we both know I did,” he replied, the words quiet.

Lady Estelle’s gaze darted between them, every shift of her eyes a calculation. She seemed to study Aiden’s manner, parsing out whether he bore anger or resentment. “Have you had breakfast?” she asked, her voice smooth but with a trace of eagerness. “The staff would be delighted to prepare something for you, I’m sure.”

Aiden looked over Lady Estelle. “You’re very gracious, my lady, but I’ve already eaten.”

“Perhaps a cup of tea then?” she persisted, her tone training for casualness.

From the top of the steps, Persimmon observed the exchange with a light chuckle. Lady Estelle’s eyes snapped to her eldest daughter, a silent, sharp rebuke that made Persimmon’s smile vanish as quickly as she straightened.

Aiden’s smile remained polite, but his gaze was meant for Penelope alone, softening the moment she met his eyes, a blush rising unbidden to her cheeks under her mother’s relentless hospitality. “Of course, Lady Estelle, a cup of tea would be wonderful,” he replied smoothly, and he chuckled slightly, only so much that Penelope could see.

Lady Estelle clapped her gloved hands together, the gesture rehearsed and bright. “Wonderful!” she exclaimed, only for her expression to slip into a sharp edge as she turned over her shoulder and barked, “You! Fetch Lord Aiden a cup of tea.”

The young maid, startled into motion, turned pale but managed a quick curtsey before darting up the stairs of the main house, her footsteps quick and uneven. Persimmon shifted to allow her passage, casting a glance back down with an eyebrow slightly raised.

Lady Estelle turned back, her mask of pleasantry firmly back in place. “Do forgive us for the state of the lawn, Lord Aiden. Penelope’s departure has necessitated quite a bit of packing. And, of course, Lord Eris was adamant that my husband not be inconvenienced by the matter of transport.”

Aiden’s brows lifted in subtle surprise, his tone taking on a hint of question. “I didn’t realize Lord Eris would be escorting Lady Penelope himself.”

A flush of heat crept up Penelope’s neck, and she found herself speaking before she could stop. “I’m sure he won’t be personally escorting me – just sending a carriage.” The need to defend Eris, to soften any perceived impropriety, caught her off-guard. But, Aiden deserved to feel reassured, even if she couldn't quite articulate why.

“Well,” Aiden said, straightening the lapels of his jacket, “it’s good to know the heir has taken such measures.”

“Indeed,” Lady Estelle chimed in, the approval forced.

An awkward pause settled between them. Aiden’s gaze, full of unspoken words, lingered on Penelope, while Lady Estelle’s eyes drilled into the side of Lord Aiden’s face, reading, calculating. Penelope’s gaze had dropped, her fingers flexing nervously against the fabric of her skirt, wishing she could disappear into the frost covered stones at her feet that she was staring at.

Persimmon’s voice, light but pointed, finally broke the silence. “Mama,” she called down, “perhaps we should give Lord Aiden and Penelope a moment alone. I’m sure the servants have a few trunks upstairs needing your approval and Penelope and Aiden would appreciate to say their goodbyes in private.”

Lady Estelle’s eyes darted back to Persimmon, a hint of hesitation creasing her brow as if she feared leaving Penelope unsupervised. The second prompting of Persimmon broke her debate. “Mama!” She repeated, firmer this time.

Lady Estelle cleared her throat, the sound brittle as she adjusted her gloves. “Yes, of course.” Her words were clipped as she turned on her heel, grasping Persimmon’s arm as she swept back up the marble steps, her boots echoing through the morning air.

Once the two had disappeared inside, Aiden let out a chuckle, though there was strain to it. “I wasn’t sure she would ever leave.”

Penelope laughed lightly, shifting her weight as she met his gaze. “She certainly wouldn’t let you stand here without some form of hospitality forced upon you.”

“She’s just being a good host,” Aiden said, his smile faint, his eyes studying her face as if memorizing every detail.

Penelope nodded, the corners of her lips lifting. “She does love to be the hostess.”

A brief silence stretched between them, the morning air pressing close, cool, and damp.

Aiden’s tone suddenly grew more somber as he broke it. “So, today is the day.”

Penelope’s eyed flitted to the frost-laced gravel, tracing the jagged patterns. “So it seems,” she murmured.

Aiden stepped closer, “How are you feeling about it all?”

Her lips curved into a quick, practiced smile – a shield as much as an answer. “Fine,” she replied crisply, and she realised much too quickly. “Excited, really. It’s good to finally contribute to the court, to feel like I’m doing something meaningful instead of just standing on the sidelines.”

Aiden’s brow arched, searching her face. “Are you nervous at all?”

“No,” she snapped, the word cutting with more force than she intended. Her fingers fidgeted against the pleats of her skirts. “I trust the heir knows what he’s doing. If he’s chosen me, he must see something valuable in me.”

Aiden’s smile was small, faintly reassuring – but seemed to be hiding something under the surface. Doubt? Concern? It was hard to tell. “I’m sure he does,” he said softly, his tone careful, almost too careful.

The silence that followed coiled tightly around them. Penelope’s throat constricted as she fought the urge to fill it. But filling it meant more talking, and more talking meant more vulnerability – a risk she wasn’t sure she wanted to take.

“Do you feel safe?” Aiden’s voice broke the quiet, low and hesitant.

Penelope furrowed her brow, the question catching her off guard. “Safe?” she echoed. “What do you mean safe?”

Aiden shook his head, his blond hair falling into his eyes. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, a nervous laugh slipping out. “Forget I said anything.”

But Penelope wasn’t going to let the question slide past. She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. “No,” she pressed, her tone firm. “You don’t get to ask something like that and then shrug it off. What are you trying to say? Do you think I shouldn’t feel safe?”

Aiden’s gaze dated to the treeline, his shoulders stiffening. “It’s not that,” he mumbled, his discomfort clear and palpable. “I just – nevermind.”

“Aiden,” she said sharply, her voice cutting through his deflection. “If you have something to say, say it.”

His eyes met hers, conflicted, before skittering away again. He sucked at his teeth, his weight shifting from one foot to the other. “I just… wonder if you feel certain that Eris’s intentions are purely political,” he said finally, each word slow and deliberate, as though they might detonate if spoken too quickly.

Penelope’s stomach tightened. Her voice turned cool, edged with steel. “So you’re questioning the safety of my heart?”

Aiden’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with alarm. “No, of course not!” He said quickly. “I trust you, Penelope. I do.”

“Then why does it sound like you’re questioning my judgement?” she demanded, her voice rising. “And what, exactly, gives you the impression that Lord Eris would have any interest in me beyond my political mind?”

Aiden exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “Penelope, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” she shot back. “Stop dancing around it and just say what you’re thinking.”

He hesitated, his lips twitching as though testing different approaches. Finally, his composure cracked, his voice came out in a rush. “You’re young, Penelope. You’ve only been at court for a short time. You don’t know Eris the way others do. He has a reputation - for pulling females into his orbit, using them, and casting them aside when they’re no longer convenient. I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

Penelope froze. The words cut deeper than expected. She knew Aiden’s concerns weren’t baseless–Eris’s reputation was no secret. And yet, the implication that she couldn’t see through such manipulations stung. Did Aiden really think she was so naive, so defenseless?

She inhaled sharply, anger rising in her chest like a flame. “Do you honestly think I’m incapable of protecting myself?” she said, her voice low but vibrating with intensity. “That I’m so foolish I’d let Eris take advantage of me?”

“That’s not what I said,” Aiden replied, but his voice lacked conviction.

“No?” she countered, stepping closer, her gaze unwavering. “Then what are you saying, Aiden? Because all I’m hearing is that you don’t trust me to handle this on my own.”

Aiden met her gaze then, his frustration flaring to the surface like embers stoked into flame. It was a side of him Penelope rarely saw, his usual calm giving way to something raw and unguarded. “I trust you, Penelope. But I don’t trust him.”

Her voice rose, sharp and accusatory. “Then why did you encourage me to do this? Why were you the one telling everyone it was a good idea if you were just going to turn around and act like I’m making a mistake? Aiden, do you see how that’s confusing?”

His jaw tightened, a muscle in his cheek jumping as he struggled to find the words. “What else was I supposed to do, Penelope?” he snapped, “When you’re standing in front of the High Family, no isn’t exactly an option.”

Her eyes narrowed, disbelief flickering across her face. “So if I’d come to you after Eris asked me to be his advisor, if it was just the two of us behind closed doors, you would’ve told me no?”

Aiden hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line before he finally spoke, his voice steady but hard. “I would’ve told you to do what you wanted to do.”

“Then why is this any different?” Penelope demanded, stepping closer, her words quick and unrelenting. “It’s still a choice, isn’t it? Or does it only count as my choice when it’s convenient for you?”

The question hung in the air like a challenge, and Aiden’s expression darkened. He raked a hand through his hair, clearly torn, but there was no retreat in her stance, no room for half-measures. “It is your choice,” he admitted finally, his tone softening but losing none of its weight. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. It doesn’t mean I won’t worry about what it’s costing you.”

“And you think I don’t worry?” Penelope countered, her voice cracking slightly, the anger in her chest colliding with something more fragile. “You think I don’t wonder every second if I’m making the right call? But I chose this, Aiden. I chose it. And you don’t get to stand there and act like I don’t know what I’m walking into.”

Aiden exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping as though the fight had drained from him. “You’re right,” he said quietly, the admission grudging but sincere. “You’re right. It’s just… hard to stand by and watch when I care about you.

Penelope’s breath caught, but she didn’t let the moment soften her resolve entirely. “Then trust me,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. “Trust that I can handle this. Trust that I know what I’m doing – or at least that I’ll figure it out.”

For a long moment, Aiden said nothing, his gaze fixed on hers. He then sighed, a hand raising to pinch the bridge of his nose. “It’s not that I don’t believe in you, Penelope,” he said. “I do. You’re sharp, you’re capable, and you’re stronger than most of the others in court.” He hesitated, his eyes flicking away before locking back on hers. “But this… it’s not just politics. It’s Eris. And that makes me more nervous.”

“Nervous how?” Penelope challenged. “Because he’s powerful? Or because you think I can’t handle power?”

Neither,” Aiden shot back. “It’s because power like his comes with strings, Penelope. Strings most don’t see until it’s too late.”

She blinked at him, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Do you think I’m blind? That I don’t know what court is? Everyone has strings, Aiden. Everyone is pulling or being pulled. If you don’t think I’ve figured that out by now, then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

“That’s not fair,” Aiden said, his voice low. “I do know you. I know how absolutely stubborn you can be, how you dive headfirst even when you can’t see the bottom. And I know you hate asking for help even when you need it.”

Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t interrupt. Aiden pressed on, his tone softening even as he kept his ground. “I’m not saying you can’t handle this. I’m saying I’m scared because I care about you, Penelope. And I don’t trust Eris not to use that against you.”

Penelope’s expression faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face before she buried it beneath a scowl. “If you care so much, then why are you insisting on making this hard for me? Why can’t you just support me without hovering like some overbearing mother?”

“Because supporting you doesn’t mean staying silent,” Aiden said, his words coming faster, his frustration bleeding into urgency. “It doesn’t mean watching you walk into a storm and pretending the clouds aren’t there. If I see something that could hurt you, I’m going to say something. That’s not doubt, Penelope–it’s care, and I’m sorry that isn’t something you’ve experienced much of.”

Her lips parted to fire back, but she stopped, the heat of his words hitting her squarely. She looked away, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. “I don’t need saving, Aiden,” she said, her voice quieter now, but laced with defiance.

“I know,” Aiden said, stepping closer, his tone gentler now. “But needing someone to have your back isn’t the same as needing saving. And if you can’t see the difference, that’s what scares me the most.”

The words landed between them, heavy and undeniable. Penelope swallowed hard, her throat tight as she tried to muster another rebuttal. But she hesitated.

“And for what it’s worth,” Aiden continued, his voice almost a whisper, “I don’t think you’re blind. I think you see more than most of us. But sometimes, when you’re so focused on proving yourself, you don’t look at what’s behind you.”

Penelope inhaled sharply, her emotions tangled somewhere between guilt, anger, and something dangerously close to understanding. “I’m not going to fall, Aiden,” she said, her voice firm but quieter now. “I won’t.”

Aiden’s eyes softened, but there was still a tension in his voice as he spoke again. “Penelope, listen to me. When you leave for the Autumn Manor, once you’re there, I won’t be there. If something happens–if anything feels off–you have to tell me. Write to me, send word through someone you trust. Whatever it takes.”

She stiffened, her jaw tightening. “I don’t need to bother you with everything,” she replied, her tone brisk, almost dismissive. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can,” Aiden said, but he remained insistent. “But handling things on your own doesn’t mean putting yourself at risk because you think you have something to prove.”

She looked away, her gaze settling on the frost-covered gravel again, but his words clung to her. She had found pride in the independence she was receiving, of her ability to forge ahead. Yet the thought of being at the Autumn Manor, surrounded by strangers, all with their own motives and plans, sent an unexpected flicker of unease through her chest and panging into her stomach.

Aiden took a step closer. “Penelope, the Autumn Manor isn’t like home. You’ll be walking into a place where everyone has an agenda, and no one will think twice about using you to advance theirs. You’re brilliant, you’re strong, but you’re going to have to be alone there. And that’s exactly why you need to promise me something.”

Her brow furrowed as she glanced up at him. “Promise you what?”

“Promise me that if you feel like things are getting out of hand, or if Eris–” he paused, carefully choosing his words, “--if Eris steps out of line, you’ll tell me. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night or if I’m days away–I will come to you. I’ll make sure you aren’t alone in this.”

Penelope’s throat tightened. The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and it chipped away at the wall she so carefully maintained around herself. But leaning on someone, admitting she might need help? That felt like surrender, and she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

“I’ll be fine, Aiden,” she said, her voice quieter now, but still edged with defiance. “I don’t need rescuing.”

“I’m not saying you do,” he replied, his tone firm but gentle. “But needing someone in your corner isn’t the same as needing rescuing. You don’t have to do this alone, Penelope. Not completely.”

She crossed her arms, trying to shield herself from the vulnerability threatening to creep in. But his words had struck a chord, one she couldn’t ignore. The truth was, she hadn’t thought much about what it would mean to be on her own at the Autumn Court. She’d been so focused on proving her worth, on showing everyone she was more than just a bystander, that she hadn’t considered the isolation—or the dangers.

Still, she hated the idea of admitting that to Aiden. “I’ll write if I need to,” she said finally, her tone reluctant. “But don’t expect me to run to you every time someone looks at me the wrong way.”

Aiden’s lips twitched into a faint smile, though the worry in his eyes remained. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Just… don’t let your pride get in the way if something serious happens, okay? Promise me that much.”

She hesitated, the weight of his concern pressing down on her. Finally, she nodded, though the gesture felt heavier than she expected. “Fine. I promise.”

Aiden let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, relief flickering across his face. “Good.”

But as the silence stretched between them, Penelope’s thoughts churned. She had spent so long convincing herself she could navigate anything on her own. Now, with Aiden’s words echoing in her mind, she couldn’t shake the growing unease. The Autumn Manor wasn’t just another challenge; it was a world she didn’t fully understand, and those in it she couldn’t predict. And for the first time, she wondered if maybe—just maybe—she had underestimated what she was walking into.

Hi friends - Apologies for the long gap in between writing. I've had some writers block and honestly just been experiencing some mental health stuff that needed to be at the forefront. I am trying to pick this back up though so expect more soon!

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thefaithfulnightwriter · 1 year ago

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Dracontine - Chapter two

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❝ She is very rare. She is what you call a Dracontine. Meaning she belongs to a dragon. But in her case, she does not belong to one but three. ❞

Summary - In which a young female hides who she truly is from everyone and stays to herself. Keeping to her chores as a servant. Staying hidden was her main task while taking care of her three dragon eggs that were bound to her. But many things change when she has to stay Under the Mountain with many others. What she didn't expect was that she would meet her mate. Who happened to be the powerful High Lord of Night Court. Then soon later on she would find she has another powerful mate. The Spymaster of Night Court who was a Shadowsinger. She soon finds herself having to break out of her shell with the help of her mates and their family. Along with finding out how to navigate two bonds with two powerful mates. Also, while taking the title as Dracontine. Being she is the one who belongs to not one but three dragons. All while trying to survive a war.

Pairing - Rhysand x Female!Oc/Mc/Reader x Azriel

Universe - pre acotar - acowar [it may go into an au after acowar not sure yet though]

Series Warnings - DRAGONS (yes that is a warning lol), Gore, Death, Characters may be a bit OOC, Mature Themes, Semi Smut, Violence, Language, Mention of Past Abuse, War, Things Will Be Changed, Fluff, Angst, Some Sensitive Subjects, Mating Bonds, Poly. Relationship MxFxM (Side Note - Rhysand & Azriel are in a relationship or are mates to my Mc they will not be together), More Will Be Added If Needed. (Please do not read if these are triggers)

Disclaimer - I do not own the series ACOTAR - ACOWAR. I do own certain characters, and I own my mc. I do own somethings that are made up. And i own my writing and whatnot you get where im going and what i am saying lol.

Authors Note - hi hi! so what are your thoughts so far with the characters and what not i am curious lol. let me know what you think. oh and remember for the taglist i am only taking ten people so there is now only five spots left. I'd thought i'd let you know here. so yeah lol have a good day or night peeps lol bybbyye!

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Many years have passed, and Anna was still the servant to the Lady of Autumn Court. But things have changed. Many years later there was a feast or celebration of sorts. A Masquerade party that all the Courts and their High Lords were invited to. It was taking place Under the Mountain. When Anna heard of it she had a bad feeling about it. But knew she had to go. She had to go to the one place that her grandfather told her about all these years. Telling her that she had to go. The one place that will change her and then things will start to fall into place for her.

Anna didn't know what to do. But she was quick to tell her family about her worries and fears. The ones to sit her down and really talk it out with her were her grandmother, mother, and older brothers. All three were quick to help her through her feelings and reassure her. All knowing about her dreams of Cade and Crimson. They also knew about her being the next Dracontine. They were all shocked, ecstatic, and proud of her when she told them. But they were quick to tell everyone in their family. But kept it a close family secret. After that the family made sure to keep in contact with Anna. They also gave Anna lessons on dragons and told her many stories. Anna would listen to all that was said, committing the facts and stories to memory. As much as she could. She was very close to her family. So that was another reason why she was hesitant to go to the celebration Under the Mountain. She didn't want to leave her family behind. Knowing that things will drastically change in her life when she goes Under the Mountain.

But after some time debating if she should go, and with encouragement from her family. Anna soon went for her Lady, for her grandfather, for her family, and for the Mother. But the bad feeling never left her. It was as if there was something lurking over her shoulder warning her. There was an uneasy feeling in her chest. Like her instincts and something within her were telling her things were going to change. Which Anna didn't like. She knew that she was warned many times before by her great grandfather Cade that things will change when she arrives at Under the Mountain. But that didn't mean she liked change. Also she knew it wasn't a small change it was a tremendous change. Which didn't help Anna with her fears and worries.

When Anna saw the host of the celebration she nearly ran. The female Amarantha made her feel like she was standing near death. The aura that flowed around her made Anna fearful and made her want to flee. But Anna knew she couldn't. So she stayed at her Lady's side. She soon realized she was right to have a bad feeling about Amarantha. Because soon she had deceived all the High Lords and took all of their powers. Forcing them all into submission.

Soon after Amarantha ordered all the inhabitants to live Under the Mountain. Which meant Anna was stuck Under the Mountain with many others. Not having contact with her family. Which made Anna grow with sadness in her heart. The only things she had now were her three dragon eggs, and also her Lady. Who was the only one she talked to freely in privacy. Her Lady was the only one she was comfortable talking to.

But over the years Anna found herself becoming more quiet and more kept to herself. Which many didn't notice or just didn't care. Anna never was good at making friends or good at talking to others. Many saw her as weird because she carried her bag around with her. Also because she didn't initiate any conversation. And when someone would try to talk to her Anna would give one worded answers or stutter out a response.

Rumors later on started to go around about Anna. Which she tried to stop with the help of her Lady. But it was no use the rumors just kept circling around the servants of Autumn Court. Some nights it would bring her to tears and other times she would just try to ignore them. But it was hard on Anna. One thing she found out was the thing that many were wanting to know was what she had in her bag. This led her to do the only thing she could do. Which was to keep to herself and keep her head down. And though it pained her she started to leave her bag with her three dragon eggs in her room. Trying not to bring attention to it anymore. But it seemed to do the opposite of what she wanted. It made others more interested than ever.

What Anna didn't know was while this was happening over time it seemed she had caught someone's attention. Someone who would see her around on more than one occasion. With her head down and always quiet. But the first time that this someone saw her they knew then and there that they were connected. There was a tug in their chest and a longing for her. There was the want to be around Anna, and their instincts were screaming at them to protect her. They knew instantly what this meant and tried to stay away from Anna. But they couldn't find it in them to do such a thing. So they would keep to the darkness and watch over her from afar. Hoping that Anna would never notice the connection they had. Hoping she would stay oblivious to the connection or more specifically the mate bond they had linking them together.

The one who was keeping watch over Anna. The one who noticed the mate bond between them. The one who was Anna's mate was none other than Rhysand the High Lord of Night Court. He was doing all he could to keep Anna unaware of the bond. Trying to keep a tight rein on his emotions, making sure she never saw him, and making sure that his end of the bond was blocked with many walls. So nothing could escape, and so nothing could leak through the golden bond that tethered them together. But it seemed soon it was all going to change, and it was going to change tonight as he walked down the halls stuck in his head.

Anna though at the moment was walking down the hall to her room. After doing all her tasks for her Lady for the day. She was almost to her room which was in a secluded area away from everyone. Anna had gotten it because of her Lady. Who knew Anna liked her privacy, but also wanted to keep Anna away from all the rumors. Which Anna was grateful for. But looking around making sure no one was there Anna giggled and started to skip her way to her room with a smile. She was happy to be going back to her room. To get away from everyone. Also so she can examine her dragon eggs and warm them with her magic.

Anna was almost to her door when she stopped abruptly. She was then looking at the lock to her door, it was damaged and the door was cracked open. Looking she saw a light stream through the crack of her door. Then there were whispers that she could hear mumbling about a bag. This caused Anna to gasp knowing what was happening. She was quick to slam the door open, scaring the three fae in her room.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room? And what the fuck are you doing with my bag?!" Anna questioned as she exclaimed at the three fae in her room. Two male and one female who were from the Autumn Court. They seemed to have gone through all her things. All her things being disarray. Her clothes everywhere, her books thrown all over, along with her many drawings.

Just to find her bag that held her three dragon eggs was now in the female's hands. The bag she kept under her bed behind some of her other belongings. The female and one of the male's seemed to be trying to tear open the bag. They were both holding the bag and pulling . But it wouldn't budge being it was spelled the only Anna could only open it. As she came into her room they stopped. The one male who was standing off to the side was quick to run to Anna grabbing her and getting a hold of her. Knowing there would be bruises at how hard he was holding her. But Anna was quick to act, stomping on his foot hard. She then tried to run to get her bag. As a yelp was heard from him letting his grip loose. Which led the other male to step forward and slap Anna hard across the face. This led Anna to yelp in pain and fall to the floor.

When suddenly she was being pulled up harshly from the ground and held by both males. Anna tried her hardest to get out of their grasp but it was no use. She would have used her magic but knew she couldn't. She had to keep them hidden. She had to seem weak. She couldn't let know of her power. No one could know she was a Dracontine and no one could know of her three dragon eggs.. But as she was struggling her hair fell revealing her longer pointed ears. Which both males noticed. Which led one to ask about them.

"What is wrong with your ears? You freak," one of the males questioned. Hearing such a thing stung her heart. But she stayed strong as she tried to get out of their grasp. Wanting to get to her bag. She wanted it so bad. She wanted her dragon eggs right now. So she could keep them safe.

"I want to know what is in this bag. Just like others do. We're just the only ones brave enough to do this. I'm going to say this once if you don't stop you'll regret it. You're going to open this bag or I'm going to - ," the female began to threaten Anna. As she held the bag over her shoulder seeming about to throw it on the ground. A sob escaped Anna's lips at the motion. But before the female could say anything else a deep smooth velvety voice filled the room.

The owner of such a voice was Rhysand. Who was now leaning against the doorframe with his hands deep in his pockets. With a scowl upon his face. As he looked at the two males holding Anna. It took everything in himself not to hurt them for touching his mate in such a way, and by the looks of it they had hurt her.

He was already in a foul mood after being forced to spend time with Amarantha. Which was very unpleasant for him. He was walking when he felt an intense fear that wasn't his own. It was so intense that he instantly knew who it was from. It seemed that she was feeling such intense fear that it had leaked over through the bond. He then was quickly making his way to Anna following their bond to her. That was how he found the scene in front of him. Her being held by two males and a female holding what looked like a bag that belonged to Anna.

"What is going on here?" Rhysand questioned making the four jump in a fright. All four were soon looking at him instantly. All with fear. Which made Rhysand's heartbreak seeing his mate look at him in such a way. But that look of fear soon shifted to something else. Anna was filled with fear when she saw the High Lord of Night Court in her room at first. She knew it was him from his looks and from his aura. Having heard some things about him from overhearing other servants gossiping. But as she looked into his unique violet eyes that were looking at her.

Her dark brown eyes clashed with his violet eyes.

She felt it then and there. She felt the snap in her chest. The golden tether that began to form between them sparking to life. It took everything in her not to gasp. But she looked at him with wide eyes. Which led Rhysand to sigh knowing she knew. He was quick to softly run his talon softly against her mind, and Anna let him in. She then heard him tell her not to make it known they were mates. Which led Anna to nod discreetly as she tried to keep away the tears. Because it seemed that she found her mate. But he didn't want it to be known, and it seemed that he wanted nothing to do with her. But her mind soon shifted when she heard the female stutter.

"High Lord w - we," the female stuttered out having trouble getting out her words. She was fearful of the High Lord of Night Court. Having heard many rumors about him along with the others. Hearing her caused Rhysand to roll his eyes in frustration.

"We what? Spit it out. What are you doing?" Rhysand asked, as he looked at the three males and females. With his dark ebony brows raised in question. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. He wanted to know why and what they were trying to achieve in doing to his mate. He was soon crossing his strong arms over his chest.

"W - we j - just want to k - know what is in the bag," one of the males answered Rhysand stumbling over his words, as he shook with fear. Hearing him caused Rhysand's jaw to clench. As he looked over to the males who still had their hands on Anna. But hearing what this was all about caused him to sigh. As he reached up and ran his hand over his face.

"Really? I believe this is all uncalled for. Over. A. Bag. Give it to me now. The bag is now mine. Over a fucking bag, " Rhysand growled with anger. But soon stopped when he heard his mate. Who had tears running down her chubby cheeks. As she kept looking from him to the bag. She didn't know what to do at the moment. She was lost. She needed her dragon eggs. But she also just found her mate. Who seemed to not want anything to do with her. But she couldn't help the words that escaped her lips. Which led Rhysand to understand whatever was in the bag was very important to her.

"P - please -," Anna whispered softly. As she looked from her bag to Rhysand. Not knowing where to keep her eyes. All she knew was that she needed her bag. But she soon stopped when she was cut off by Rhysand raising his hand for her to stop speaking. Making a soft sob escaped her lips when she saw the female hand her bag to the High Lord. Who happened to be her mate. All she could do was cry and let her head fall in defeat.

"You two unhand her now. You three fix this door. Then clean this room completely and leave. You come with me now," Rhysand ordered the three fae, As he gestured around the room then to the door. He then gestured to Anna to follow him as he walked out of the room. Her bag in hand. Anna kept her head down following him. But kept her eyes on him and her bag. Her eyes shifted from his strong back. Then to her bag that was hanging at his side in his hand.

Anna didn't know what was going to happen, and she didn't know how to feel about the new discovery. The finding of her mate. When suddenly a thought came to her mind. He knew. He had to have known about the bond. How else would he have found her? He must have felt her feelings and followed the bond. This led more tears to fall from her eyes. Knowing that he must have really not want her to be his mate. Maybe he didn't want a servant for a mate. Or maybe he had someone else or maybe many others. He was very handsome and he could get anyone he wanted. So why would he want her. Yes, she was the next Dracontine but other than that she was nothing special. It took all of her might not to let out a sob right then and there. But she wanted to stay strong and she would until she was alone. Then she would allow herself to cry over the rejection that seemed to be coming.

As she shuffled on her feet quickly following after him with his long strides. She just couldn't believe that her mate was Rhysand the High Lord of Night Court. Who now had her three dragon eggs in his hand. He then stopped and stood. Which led Anna to stop in her steps. Not looking up, she stood there. Rhysand looked down at her and sighed. Before gently placing a hand on her shoulder and winnowing them away. She didn't know where they were going but all she could do was sigh in defeat. Knowing that Rhysand her mate was most likely going to reject her as his mate.

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#acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #rhysand x you #rhys x reader #azriel reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #azriel reader series #azriel x you #acotar x oc #rhysand x oc #rhysand reader #rhys acotar #azriel x oc

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thegreatwicked · 1 year ago

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Writing Resources Part 2

My first list was so long I decided that I reached the character limit! So we have a part two! I'm going to try and keep them a bit more organized too! Hope these help you all in your writing endeavors and if you happen to use any of them try to give the original source some love!

Also, apologies if I've tagged you more than once and it's annoying! If I reference your material more than twice I will just link your whole Tumblr. I really do want to make sure everyone gets their credit and spotlight!

General Information and Research:

The Fantasy Guide to Royal and Noble Marriages or anything by @inky-duchess Her blog is extensive and is a wealth of information regarding things like royalty/nobility/Period social politics and is a fantastic resource, go check her out! Ink I do appologize I might be tagging you more than once!

@type1diabetesinfandom This blog is an amazing resource if you are interested in writing about characters with any form of diabetes or similar health issues. It was ana amzing find when I was writing my character Belladonna Black from Shadows of Deception who is hypoglycemic. What an amazing source!

How to Cook in a Medieval Setting: by @alpaca-clouds Food is the best way to know a culture and this particular blog post is a trove of information for your fictional foodie set anywhere in this spectrum of time or a great find for a fictional setting! This post obviously gets a chefs kiss!

The Symbolism of Flowers by @novlr Yeah! Leopold knew what he was talkign about, every flower has a meaning and it is entirely possible to send some a bouquette that translates to 'Fuck You' btw it consists of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing. THE MORE YOU KNOW. This blog is also a fantastic source for writers.

Writing About Body Pain by @slayingfiction I just came across this gem of a blog and if you're one who likes to make your characters sufffer than look no further, also, how ya doing? You ok? Just checking. This blog is also a fantastic writing resource.

How to Accurately Describe Pain in Writing by @hayatheauthor kinda piggybacking off the previous source but nevertheless lets make sure we make these characters suffer realistically? I'm ok too, if you're wondering. This is another great blog that focuses on the aspect of being a writer.

How to Use Canva to Make Mood Boards by @saradika I did not know much about mood baords but I'm telling you they are a gaem changer! They bring a life to your story in a way that is just so stunning and saradika has been so lovely as to make this helpful guide! She's also a very talented writer and is quite the Star Wars Fan! GO check out her stories!

Researching as a Writer by @so-many-ocs Research is a tricky topid to delve into and sometime sit hard to know where to start, this blogger has been so kinda as to make a bit of a roadmap to help you narrow down what you need to research and how. Wonderful blog! Very helpful!

Resources for Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters by @thecaffeinebookwarrior THIS! This right here is a gem and the only reason I don't write these types fo characters is because I've never known how to do so respectfuly and realistically! Not a problem anymore! Also a wonderful artist!

How to Write and Research a Mental Illness another gem from @hayatheauthor again if you're going to wrote a character with a mental illness lets make sure we get it right!

@namesforwriters It's little but a wonderful source of unique names for your story! Including mythology and music themed names!

Nightmare Disorder vs Night Terrors by @redd956 Some great clarification from a blogger who is diagnosed! So happy I found this as I was wondering about the distinction myself for a little while!

Types of Gemstones by @blueboxbeagle and brought to my attention by @keffirinne

A General Cane Guide for Writers and Artists by @deoidesignand brought to my attention but @cripplecharacters I was so excited to find this fantastic little gem recently and I look forward to using it! I'm keeping an eye out for more material in portraying characters with disabilities and disorders maybe it'll get it's own post!

@cripplecharacters linking this amazing blogger if you are wanting to expand your characters and write them with disabilities or diaper fees, this is a wonderful source of how to do it and stay respectful!!

@writingwithcolor use that painters pallet and write diverse characters and when you’re not sure what or how to write something check this blog out! Such a wonderful source for all questions concerning ethnicity, race and diversity!

@writinglgbtq I was looking for this blog!!! Your source for all things concerning writing the LGBTQ community respectfully and believably! So happy to ah e found this!!

@macgyvermedical I have been looking for a blog like this for some time and I'm so happy to add it to my writing resources list as tehre are far too many great and helpful posts to pick just one. Check out this amazing blogger who offers medical beta reads and asks for fanficiton!

Make it Pretty! My own contribution to help make writing a bit prettier! ꧁☽✶☾✶☽꧂ Enjoy!

Adding Page Breaks & Art to Your Stories Another of my own contributions for adding in nice clean page breaks to your stories as well as how to upload art to AO3, FFN and Wattled.

More will be added to this post as I find it and if you find anything that fits the general research on broad topics or specifics please let me know so I can continue this collective writing resource! And make sure to give some of these wonderful writers and bloggers some love!

#writing resources #writing research

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acronym-chaos · 8 months ago

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Merfolk Themed ID Pack

[PT: Merfolk Themed ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Aeliana, Arlen, Ayla, Azura, Beryl, Brine, Bryn, Calder, Callista, Caspian, Coraline, Crest, Cyra, Darya, Delmar, Eldoris, Ianthe, Kailani, Lirion, Lyrelle, Marella, Marinelle, Marinus, Meren, Merrow, Mirae, Morwen, Naiad, Nereus, Nerissa, Nyla, Oceane, Odessa, Phaedra, Riptide, Salacia, Selene, Siren, Sorrel, Thalassa, Thessala, Tide, Triton, Vale, Varuna

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Blu / Blue / Blues, Cora / Coral / Corals, Cove / Coves / Coves, Drift / Drifts / Drifts, Ebb / Ebbs / Ebbs, Fi / Fin / Fins, Fo / Foam / Foams, Ke / Kelp / Kelps, Oce / Ocea / Ocean, Pe / Pearl / Pearls, Ree / Reef / Reefs, Sal / Sals / Sals [Salt], Se / Sea / Seas, Shel / Shell / Shells, So / Shore / Shores, Star / Fish / Starfishes, Ti / Tide / Tidal, Wa / Wave / Was

Titles

[PT: Titles].

Guardian of the Sunken Realms, Ruler of the Hidden Coves, The Echo of Ancient Seas, The Heart of the Abyss, The One Living In The Reef, The One Who Knows Unseen Depths, The Siren’s Voice, The Soul Beneath Waves, The Tidebound Wanderer, [Pronoun] Belonging To The Tides, [Pronoun] of the Endless Blue, [Pronoun] Who Commands the Currents, [Pronoun] Who Sings Among The Marine

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

#id pack #npts #npt pack #npt #npt list #names pronouns titles #merfolk #mermaid #merman #merfolk kin #mermaid kin #merman kin

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victor-self-ships · 4 months ago

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Trying to make a list of selfship blogs. Let's go....

Purple = do not explicitly mention who your f/o is (i recommend these for nonsharers)

@selfshipquotes (note: deactivated)

@selfshipsobbing

@selfship-confession-void

@selfship-confession-box (note: they block specific fandoms and don't allow certain AAVE words)

@yumehotline

@selfshipgushing (note: they haven't posted since march)

@selfship-quotes (note: they haven't posted since march)

@selfshipsconfession

@selfshipinbox (note: haven't posted since December of 2024)

@selfship-polycule (note: haven't posted since march)

@yumedanshitranquility

@sillyselfshippy

@imaginaryother

@ii-yumeship-confessions (note: only for inanimate insanity. Haven't updated since january)

@stardusts-selfship-confessions

@fo-submissions-cafe (note: very unique blog!! It's f/os submitting about their partners ^_^)

@fictional-crush-imagines (probably inactive)

Most and/or all blogs on this list ban 18+ content and hate speech

Communities:

Discord communities:

Green = nonsharing/"first come first serve" model

Yume Mansion (slender mansion themed selfship server)

The selfship library (16+)

Cafe Cupid

Selfship forest

Selfship Server (18+)

Sfw agare selfship server

Selfship safe space

Selfship server

Yumelove

Selfship aquarium

Dark paradise (for anyone who selfships with villain f/os. 18+)

Snowdin

PJs selfship server (14+)

Selfship disc (18+)

Lonely Selfshippers (18+)

Selfshipping Box (18+)

Eggwin Empire (16+)

#selfship #yumejoshi #yumedanshi

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final-girl-vs-the-world · 14 days ago

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Pins fo todayyyyy (duo themed cause SLEEPOVER!!!)

Vex denying her oc addiction

Cogsworth and Stampy

Angered Fish and Good Puffer

#vexxy rambles #Daily pin line up

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deathbypixelz · 11 months ago

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Alright, I've listened to the entirety of I Love You So Fucking Much by Glass Animals, and I have some thoughts. TL;DR I think they missed the mark a little bit and squandered the potential of the retrofuturistic space theme, but the songs they got right, they got RIGHT.

I'm just some random chucklefuck on the internet who's been a very big fan of this band for a very long time. I am not by any stretch of the imagination a music expert. This isn't technical critique, just the thoughts of a fan.

I'd recommend listening to it yourself first (if you care) before reading my thoughts so I don't color your opinions.

I will also preface this saying I simply don't relate to the "failed/abusive relationship" theme, which automatically makes the album a slightly harder sell. I am, however, very good at ignoring lyrics, and at pretending music is about my OCs lol

First song is Show Pony, and it was a rough open for me. Whatever warping is on the backing guitar that's making it all warbly is fun, I like that, and the quiet vocals coming in at the start is really nice. But then the rest of the song is kinda... hm. The rhythm of the lyrics is nice, but I just flat out dislike the sound of the bridge, and the chorus is just alright. I think this song could have used a little more Something. It feels like it's almost there, it's really close, but it doesn't quite hit the spot.

I really enjoy whatthehellishappening?, the kidnapping theme/metaphor is WEIRD and FUN, I love when Glass Animals get weird and fun!! The sound is also very reminiscent of Tame Impala, and I love Tame Impala's sound, so this is a win. I don't know how musicians do it, but there's a certain sound that evokes movement to me, and this song definitely sounds like we're moving, which of course is perfect for... the narrator being kidnapped and thrown in the back of a car lol. GA, keep doing this weird metaphor thing like you did in this song, please!

I already knew I loved Creatures in Heaven. They said they dropped this one first because it's most reminiscent of their "usual" sound and they didn't want to shock people, and it certainly is, but it's a good sound. "You held me like my mother made me just for you" and the way he delivers that line like he's about to start crying fucking gets me every time. I'm a physical person, alright, and you can probably see that in my art. That line is its own little high for me. And the instrumentation is so alive, and this song is just a joy to listen to.

Wonderful Nothing's red herring open (is that what you'd call it?) is fun, and then I heard the emphasized "t" in "delight" that villains always do, and I went "Oh?", and then the beat kicked in, and I lost my mind. This is the Space Ghost Coast to Coast and the Tokyo Drifting and the Take a Slice, I love that shit. Glad they continued the tradition of including one song that makes you want to do some fucked up shit. And the ending with everything warping out on "but I still love you" is just delicious. This is a fucked up song, I love it.

A Tear in Space (Airlock) is what I was expecting most of this album to be, and I'm a touch disappointed it wasn't. The space theme is so strong, the instrumentation is hitting all the marks, the way the vocals get so high in the second verse is FANTASTIC (especially when listening to it in the shower lol), and I just love this song. I would've liked more of this.

The synths in the start of I Can't Make You Fall in Love Again are great! More of that through the whole song please! The soft guitar is nice, it vaguely reminds me of The Japanese House, but I dunno... something about the (non-chorus) vocals feels a little too divorced from the instrumentation and the theme of the album. Still, this one might grow on me.

How I Learned to Love the Bomb has a good sound. It's a good song. I like it! I think my disappointment around this one just comes from my expectations of the album being more... space-y.

I'm just indifferent about White Roses. It's... forgettable, and I hate to say that. I think I'm just the wrong person for this song. Like I said, I don't actually relate to the lyrical themes of this album. I'll touch on that more in a moment.

The "shu-be-de-boo" looped vocalization in the background in On the Run is cute, I liked that. I can hear the band having fun with this song (not that I think they didn't enjoy making the rest, it just especially comes through on this one). I can tell they were playing around with self-indulgent ideas in this one, and I'm happy they had fun with it, but it still doesn't actually hit my mark. Which, again, is fine!

Lost in the Ocean is similar to How I Learned to Love the Bomb in that it's a nice song, but it just feels out of place on this album.

Overall, there's really only two-almost-three songs off this album I just don't think I'll ever like. And out of an album of ten songs, that's still a 70-80% success rate. But I like every song off their first three albums. I'm not saying that as a weird brag, but because it shows how open I am to everything Glass Animals tries. I can usually find something I like in every song of theirs. And out of this album, I only love three, maybe four songs. Compare to their past albums, where I love anywhere from 60-90% of the songs.

As I said in the preface, I think they could've used the retrofuturistic space theme more. It really only comes through on... what, two or three songs? The synths are kinda space-y, yeah, but the actual space theme and imagery isn't explored too much. And that just feels like a missed opportunity, they could've done a lot with it.

This album overall feels safer than in the past, which is just sad :( I wasn't expecting another ZABA, but knowing they're capable of ZABA-type sounds and themes and lyrics, it's disappointing.

And this is just a nitpick, but the album is called "I Love You So Fucking Much" and yet it's... basically entirely about abusive/failed relationships? That's not love, I was expecting more love. I wanted to hear a genuine Glass Animals love song. I'm a hopeless romantic, I relate to that, I want that in my music. Creatures in Heaven comes closest, and I treat it like one (again, very good at ignoring lyrics), but it's still about a past, failed relationship. But oh well...

I hope they get more experimental again, I don't want the popularity high of Dreamland to make them too scared to try anything weird going forward. There is nothing else on this planet like ZABA, there's nothing like How to be a Human Being, there's parts of Dreamland that are uniquely Glass Animals, but ILYSFM feels half Glass Animals and half... something watered down.

I remain hopeful though. They really like sticking to one theme per album, so maybe now that ILYSFM is out of their system, we'll get something weird and different next album. And the random singles artists usually drop after a new album releases are often the "weirder ones" anyway, so I remain hopeful for those too.

#not art #glass animals

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queersrus · 1 year ago

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Fall/Autumn theme

[fall/autumn theme]

(Nick)Names:

autumn, autumna, autumnal, autumni, autumnette, autumnelle, autumnine, amber, autumnus, autumnessa, auburn, august, augusta, augustus, acorn, apple, orchard, acer, acre fall, fallette, falline, fallelle, fallon, fallen, foggy, flannel hazel, harvest, harvester, halloween, hay, hunter ember, equinox libra, lief/leaf saffron, september, scarecrow cerridwen, crisp, chestnut, cozy, cider, corn, cornucopia, crow, cassia/cassiah maple, maze oak, october birch, bonfire, bean russet pumpkin, pie, pansy nutmeg kaziah/keziah jora teresa

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ai/aute/autumy/autumine/autumnself aui/auge/augy/augustine/augustself fi/falle/fally/falline/fallself oi/octe/octoby/octobine(octoberine)/octoverself si/se/septy/septembine(septemberine)/septemberself pi/pumpke/pumpky/pumpkine/pumpkinself halli/halle/hallowy/hallowine/halloweenself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

au/autumner/autumners/autumnerself au/auguster/augusters/augusterself fo/faller/fallers/fallerself ou/october/octobers/octoberself so/september/septembers/septemberself pu/pumpkiner/pumpkiners/pumpkinerself hallo/halloweenr/halloweenrs/halloweenrself

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themselves

au/autumn, au/tumn, aut/umn, autumn/autumns, autumn/season, autumn/weather, aug/ust, au/gust, august/augusts, aug/august, aug/augs fa/fall, fa/ll, fa/all, fall/falls, fall/weather, fall/season oc/tober, oct/ober, oct/octs, oct/octobers, october/holliday sep/tember, sept/ember, sept/septs, sept/september thanks/giving, tick/treat, trickor/treat pump/kin, pum/pkin, pumpkin/pumpkins, pump/pumpkin, pumpkin/pie jacko/lantern hall/oween, hallo/ween, hallows/eve, hallow/een, hallow/halloween, halloween/halloweens

Titles

the fall, the autumn crown, the coloured leaf, the fallen leaf, the falling leaf, the living fall season, the hunter, the harvester, the harvest moon, the halloween spirit, the spirit of the autumn season, the chilly holiday enjoyer

autumn/fall incarnate, autumn/fall personified

*one who rules fall, one who dwels in the changing woods, one who cozies by the autumn bonfire, one who wears a crown of fallen leaves, one who changes the seasons between summer and winter, one who overlooks the harvest

one can be replaced with any pronoun

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artacetinker · 1 year ago

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SILLY OC TIMEEEEE

Sooo a while ago I posted an art dump of random art (obv) and in that post was an Ena OC I made

This silly

And I've been wanting to draw them again but I suck ass at anatomy and I've been getting better but I used a base for that drawing and I equally still suck at drawing hair

Henceforth I have done something a lot of artists fo

✨REDESIGNING✨

I have done this for 2 reasons

One being that I can't draw people so I've made them easier to draw

And the second being that art styles change over time

I have finished said redesign and tried to add more Joel G aspects into them, such as more geometric shapes and no clothing creases which is great for me. Also just more colour in general. Don't try to catch me making an uncolourful OC, unless there's a theme they're gonna be a fucking rainbow baby

The final result:

TADAAAAA

I love their new design and it's a full body making it great for me to replicate in the future

Gave them a tail bc why not and the bird leg to follow the theme

Wanted it yellow bc yellow

Their name is still Chicho

Moony calls the Chee and Ena has taken this a step further, ultimately nicknaming them Cheese. They love it

#ena joel g #ena oc #my art #my ocs #redesign

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redlenai · 5 months ago

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Hey! Small question, so I saw the OG art of Derek and other bits of his personality and I really like how he is out of Mouthwashing.

Would it be ok to request an AU where he is your actual OC and maybe pair him up with Daisuke?

OMG YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!

Thank you for checking the other art of my boy! Yes! He tries to look tough on the outside despite he is so insecure lmao, it doesn't help how romantic he is, especially with fiction when it comes to angels and wanting "a passionate love" like that (Even tho he is so afraid of said love killing him lol) oh, but yeah, he'll be human here too! Not an angel!

Regarding that AU, sure thing! Omg Imma ramble a bit, sorry I'm a bit busy with work but will surely make some art for this later!!! If its OG!Derek then omg, those two would be so sweet!! Playboy x Bookworm!!! <3 <3 <3

Of course every AU needs a name so "SweetenerAU" 'cause goosh I have ideas with this.

Since Derek's personality isn't modified to fit the darker theme of Mouthwashing like in NyanAU, things would be a bit different on alts

He'll still be a Nursing Assistant, I believe that Daisuke must be around 23-24 yo, which still makes Derek the youngest member of the Tulpar since he is 22 lol.

Relationships:

Curly: Respects the Captain and his authority, his gentle demeanor reminds him of his dad, so Derek tries to fullfill his duties for a bit of praise

Jimmy: At first he liked him for his looks, but eventually began to see him the same way he sees one of his cousins, he tends to fail for Jimmy's insults and argues back

Swansea: While he knows the man doesn't treat him the best, Dee knows it must be because Swan is old-fashioned. He considers him a wizard, as he doesn't know a single thing about mechanic stuff, except to repair his own car on Earth.

Anya: He admires and respects his mentor, wishing he could be as determined as her on studies and discipline. He runs to her whenever his emotions (crybaby) get the best of him

Daisuke: They share a few hobbies in common, like videogames and drinking at parties. Tho, Derek keeps his barriers up mostly since he doesn't want to date a playboy

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I bet they start friendly, maybe Daisuke is a bit too much of a social butterfly for Derek. There are times that is just Daisuke yapping while Derek listens, and since my boy is a bookworm, he'll probably hide in the medbay from time to time just so he can study.

I can imagine that since he is not a "proper" nurse like Anya, he gets the harsh words instead for her, with Swansea, Curly and Jimmy not taking him seriously. Which leads to some bickering as Derek would try to "man up" and answer with something sarcastic or bark a comeback. This backfires at times and he is a crybaby so its Anya the one that has to step up for him and even make her complains to Curly, who yes, doesn't take much action either or excuses as friendly banter.

He gets along with Daisuke, who tries to help the blonde feel a bit better about himself. Game night is fun since both Derek and Anya are competitive, Derek pays extra attention during the sessions so there are times things get LOUD when he notices Daisuke is actually cheating and calls him out in the spot, with Anya joining the play-fight as well. They too convice the other to some trouble, like pulling pranks on the crew (sticky notes mostly) or trying to get some sweetener and hide it away. They try to not be suspicious about it.

The only person that knows Dee is intersex is Anya, of course, since she is the Head Nurse and knows how everyone's health is. She is the first one to notice that Daisuke was trying to flirt with Derek, who at first didn't register the approach, but once he was told by her, he began to actively try to reject the other's advances. Of course, Daisuke would prioritize their friendship over the evident crush he has on Derek, Swansea had to scold him about stop thinking with his lower half for a minute

Derek also worries that Daisuke is just being stubborn since he is aware he looks femenine and they are away from Earth, probably to just vent or being a friends with benefits situation, things Derek doesn't want. While he doesn't mind the talks about parties, the mentions of several girls and flings makes him doubt the other's seriousness. Daisuke is being 100% serious and even feels a bit under the weather whenever Derek ends up saying something a bit too hurtful while rejecting him.

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So there are two routes! The Good one and the Canon one (As always!)

Good route: As Derek is still in charge of Jimmy's psych evals, he slowly begins to get firmer and insist on the other to take it seriously (With the help of Anya who also put her foot down towards Curly). This ended in a venting match, but with positive outcomes, Jimmy was given some resources to cope with their situation about getting fired, deal with the isolation and even encourage him to do weightlifting with whatever they had available in the ship. Derek also encouraged him to do karaoke nights, even if it was embarrassing and there was no machine.

So, with one problem being maneagable. The trip is a bit more comfortable. Especially after Daisuke and Derek, with the help of Swansea, managed to hack the Screen at the Lounge, using Derek's dvd player the crew had a new source of entertainment, or well... they just had Supernatural to watch.

During these movie nights and gaming sessions, Daisuke and Derek began to get a bit closer, watching the show together also helped Daisuke understand why Derek rejected him so many times, he began to notice on how the other paid attention to the characters on the screen, what speech would water his eyes. When they reach the series's finale and the angel's confession plays, Daisuke blurts feeling that way towards Dee and that despite hating the idea of going on board, it was the best thing his mom forced him to do, while the rest put on the last episode, they remained sit, with Derek hugging Daisuke's arm.

They did not confirm to the other if they were dating, but the rest could tell they started to sit closer to each other. Curly has caught them holding hands. The truth being that neither wanted to rush things, as Derek wasn't comfortable with being too touchy at the moment.

When they return to Earth, both received the Title for their respective jobs, tho they were only available for Pony Express. But at least provided them with better chances to get scholarships or jobs in other companies.

Swansea had a goot talk with Daisuke's mother, starting first with all his complains about his intern, to later start congratulating him about all the stuff he has learned and how hardworking he is.

Anya and Derek keep in touch, tho Derek ended up not studying to become a nurse but decided to study to become an Elementary School teacher. His family invites Anya over for certain dates as thanks, she returns to her home with several tupperwares full of food.

Daisuke was more terrified at the idea of his mother rejecting Derek right in the spot, but she seemed ok, her only complain was that Derek was way too pale and needed to stay as much as possible under the sun. Derek's parents laughed it off, saying that would be difficult as Dee likes to be indoors even on Earth

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Canon route: (Inspired by "Jueves" from La Oreja de Van Gogh)

After the crash, Anya and Derek had tried their best to keep Curly alive, trying to give him his meds and taking care of his exposed skin. Derek was not handling well the sight of his patient, that's when he learned he didn't have what it took to be a Nurse. Which began to affect his self steem even more.

Drinking mouthwash wasn't as bad for him, it was sweet and the alcohol did its job just fine. He and Daisuke would be sobbing near each other, from confessions about hating being there, missing their parents. Daisuke learns about how Derek misses his mom's blueberry pie, and how much he wished for his dad to save him, he too misses his parents, but he can't also feel resentment and anger against his mom, there were times where he tried to blame her for everything. Just to end up thinking that if he wasn't so stupid, had gotten a job or started studying something, he wouldn't be on the Tulpar... but that left him feeling worse about Derek being there alone, with only older people which 3 clearly didn't took him seriously.

When Anya locks herself in Medbay, they are both in a panic. Derek is a crying mess when Jimmy insists Daisuke to go in the vent, he tried to reassure him that he'll be back in a bit, but Derek was having none of it, calling him a liar while begging him to not die.

While Jimmy is waiting in the Utility room, Swansea still unconscious, Derek runs to MedBay and try to open the door with the axe he stole from Swansea. He success after he hears Daisuke screaming in the vent, pure brute strenght exhausted on those blows at the door. He helps him get out of there, dragging him as much as possible until Jimmy comes and helps him, its then when he noticed Anya's dead, worst, the crisis made him realize that Anya's belly was bigger, that's when he realizes. She didn't tell him about a certain something that happened to her, not like he could have helped her.

As Jimmy leaves Daisuke on the sleeping bag, Derek follows, quite out of it. His mind still processing what happened. Daisuke is in pain, groaning, the least Dee could do was to hold his hand, something breaking inside him when he realizes Daisuke murmured something, something that resembled an "I love you" as his eyes closed, the trauma and the wounds were fatal and didn't give chance for Derek to give a reply, nor for Jimmy to disinfect the wounds with Mouthwash.

Swansea is still unconscious through all this, when he wakes up, he sees Daisuke's dead body then, impaled to a wall, a rusty nail piercing Derek's stomach. Both kids are dead. Jimmy claiming it was Derek's idea to force Daisuke into the vent, because that stupid idiot was so worried about Anya that he wouldn't even think things properly. And that in the end, attempted to attack Jimmy as well.

Swansea didn't believe shit, and so the events of the game continue its ending.

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In this AU, I've given Derek his family back lol. His parents Elatha and Vladimir, and his cousins Thomas & Andrew (Needs new art).

They are from Ireland, Derek has been living on his own for a while (Wherever that Pony Express is located)

Before Pony Express, he used to be a babysitter and did house-cleaning services.

When he and Daisuke had their first time, Daisuke made sure to make it extra especial. They've previously talked about Dee's body and that didn't change a thing. Dee is Dee <3

Daisuke moved to Derek's apartment, thinking they'll be alone. Thomas & Andy also live there as they moved for studies (They are 19 and 21)

He can't complain, Thomas is like a baby brother and its so funny to see Derek and Andy argue over anything

When the Tulpar crew gathered, Anya took him aside and gave him "the talk", he originally expected Derek's parents to threaten him about treating their kid nicely or he'll see and such, nope, it had to be Anya and God that was scary

Swansea made paella but didn't knew nor couldn't believe that Derek would ask to eat three more plates. It made him proud tho it worried him that in fact, the younger boy was starving himself at the Tulpar (Not really, Derek just has appetite when it comes to good food)

Curly and Jimmy have been Daisuke's hypemen when, while alone, Daisuke confided about buying a certain type of ring... <3

"Morning Sunshine" // "Morning Honeybee"

#anon ask #This is the cutest thing ever omg #OG!Derek #Derek Dwyn O'Uaithne #oc x canon #Daisuke Mouthwashing #Anya Mouthwashing #Swansea Mouthwashing #Curly Mouthwashing #Jimmy Mouthwashing #Mouthwashing AU #SweetenerAU #sun and moon boyfriends <3 #Deresuke #Derek in Og files rejecting love while craving it is so valid omg #I'm not immune to fluff aus #I'll made sure to make art of this. They are such a cute dynamic #Now that I've noticed. Daisuke resembles Derek's canon bf outside aus and fandoms lmao

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years ago

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Don't Let Me Go (Part 1)

Words: 2664

Warnings: language, talk of alcohol/alcohol consumption, regret, Leon being a dick but for a kinda good reason, maybe ooc characters and probably bad writing

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This also was originally written for my OC Tiffany (Whose info on her/original story will eventually be available on this account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters )

Leon and Hunnigan are PROBABLY OOC (as I suck at not being able to keep them from being OOC)

Actually find it fucking insane how long this thing is all together

This is it in multi-part form: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

This is it in one part form

Reader and Leon are partners with their job (have been since 2004/2005) and is insinuated to be around the same height as Leon

Not Proof-read and I think it can be seen every once and a while (I know you can see where my brain couldn't function how to write the scene so I just guessed and hoped for the best)

Can be read as its own story or as a sequel to You’re About To Lose The Best Damn Thing You’ve Ever Had

Losely has themes from the songs Never Say Never by The Fray, No Surprises by Radiohead, Afterglow by Taylor Swift, and Look After You by The Fray

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

January 21st of 2009

Y/N sat in front of the computer with Hunnigan as they went over the assignment before she was supposed to leave in 2 hours. Usually, she would be sitting with Leon on Hunnigan’s other side, but this wasn’t a usual case. They were working with a mix of BSAA Agents and STRATCOM agents. 3 of each, minus Y/N who was the leader of it. So in all, it was a team of 7. Overkill in her eyes. But that wasn’t her job. Her job was to get the assignment done and come back alive.

The only reason the two organizations were forced to work together was because they both had interest in this case and decided that they needed to use both intels for it to work. Over in the Rockies in Northern Canada, parts where there were little inhabitants, people had gone missing before showing up with remnants of a strand of the T-Virus in them. BSAA had found the base back 2 weeks ago while STRATCOM had been keeping a close eye on Dr. Taylor Lewis. Someone who used to have ties with Umbrella in their Europe branch.

So when it was proposed that the two organizations team up, everyone was skeptical. Truly, the only people in the BSAA that got along with them at STRATCOM was Chris. Of course, she was sure that Jill did, but she died back 2 and a halfish years ago. But eventually they all agreed and started working on the team. 3 of the BSAA best people (minus Chris because he was already on an assignment) and 3 of STRATCOMs best (minus Leon because...well she didn’t know why he wasn’t), plus Y/N as the leader. BSAA wasn’t happy that they weren’t leading it and she knew they only tolerated it since it was the President's order for her to be the lead. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the new guy. He wasn’t Graham, the one she had grown accustomed to the past 4ish years. Hell, she never could remember his name, she just knew that Benford was the Vice and he was one of Leon’s friends.

Leon.

She hadn’t seen him much since the start of the year. Since the...break up. And she hadn’t even been avoiding him this time. It just was as if he was never in the office the past 20 days. Not that she had been keeping count! Because she definitely hadn’t been! She just did the math in her head at the moment.

“So, we have some time to spare, want to tell me why Leon sent in a new partner request? You finally ran him away?”

Y/N sighed and flicked a random small balled up piece of paper off the desk. “I don’t even know what happened. Everything was good one second then the next it just...” She trailed off, unsure as to what to say.

“Wasn’t?”

She nodded at Hunnigan’s word. “Yeah. I don’t know what happened.”

“Did someone find out?”

“Find what out?” She looked at the FOS Agent, who gave her a ‘don’t-lie-to-me’ look and Y/N sighed again. “I genuinely don’t know. We were training one day, and I had knocked him down, so he had pulled me with him, which led to us making out. But we were the only ones in the training room and even if someone did walk in, we were hidden by some equipment. The only thing that would have been heard would be our kissing. But that could be any two agents! So I don’t know why it would have knocked him so out of sorts!”

“Cameras?”

“That one corner that isn’t covered by them is where we were. We always trained in the corner.”

“That could be it then. Someone put two and two together and threatened to expose it.”

The slightly younger girl groaned and laid her head on the desk in front of her. “Why couldn’t he have told me? It’s not like I would have freaked! Him doing what he did caused more damage anyways.” She sat back up and ran a hand through her hair, “Where the hell has he been anyways? Haven't seen him since he broke it off and requested a new partner.”

“His own mission. One that I actually can’t tell you about, unfortunately since it’s a gray area on you two being partners.”

“Is he at least okay? Concerning that he’s been gone so long.”

“He called me yesterday saying everything was fine, but he still wasn’t sure when he would return. But it could be a concern as he mentioned he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to call again. He’d try to ping a location, but if we get nothing, wait a week before extraction.”

“Back to the partner comment you made, I just don’t get why he broke up with me and requested a new partner. All he had to do was one and I would have been just fine.” Y/N laid her head in her hand, “I honestly just wish there was a way that we could’ve stayed together and be partners. That would be my ideal situation.”

“Hm, I think, the keyword really is think, there might be a loophole.”

Y/N perked up at that, “Whaddya mean?”

“I think there’s some rule that says you can if you meet certain requirements. I can always look for you, it’ll give me something else to do than make sure my two favorite humans don’t die on different missions.”

Y/N smiled, “If you wanna, I’m fine either way. Leon will do what Leon wants to do and I won’t stop him.”

“Whatever you say.” Hunnigan glanced at the clock on her computer before continuing, “Better let you get ready. Don’t want to keep the BSAA guys waiting.”

Y/N laughed as she stood, “What can they do? Mission won’t start without me there.”

Hunnigan gave her a smile, “I’ll look that up for you and update you on what I find. Don’t die before I get you an answer.”

Y/N smiled, “No promises darling.”

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February 18th of 2009

Y/N wrapped the jacket closer around her and made sure the mask was tucked in so she wouldn’t freeze her face. Her shotgun was drawn as she looked out the scope, still no heat signatures could be found. They had been there for 4 weeks now and still nothing.

But, what had happened in those four weeks since the mission had started, 3 of the men had died. One of her own and two from BSAA. She felt bad about the last BSAA kid because even though he was one of the best they had available, he was a rookie. She believed he had only been there for a year, a year and a half tops. So he was the only one out there for the BSAA and had little experience. He was just an excellent fucking shot and took directions well (literally what his file said). And she had found it to be true. Even in the snow, he could find the target and shoot them down.

He was the only reason they hadn’t all died that night.

Since they had gotten there, more and more sunlight was available, but it still didn’t last half a day. And while temperatures were warming up, they still were freezing their asses off. Plus, it didn’t help that Hunnigan had just warned them a snow storm was possibly on its way in.

2 weeks in, she was happy that they were almost done with their trek through the mountain. She was really starting to hate those snow-mobiles. And then around 3 days later, when they came into contact with their agent that had been giving the intel, the remaining 5 members of the team began the stake out to find where the Doctor was and how the people were being infected. But now here they were, around 10 days later and still nothing. No sight of Lewis or of any habitants of the small village that if she was to be honest, she had no clue existed before this.

That was, until she moved her scope to face more towards the West. She adjusted the sight and zoomed in where she thought that she saw movement. And when she was able to focus her sight, she saw that there was a group of bodies standing in one of the buildings. She switched over to night vision and saw that they were just barely too far off for her to make out who it was. She carefully snuck closer, jumping to the top of the abandoned building by her.

She looked again and was able to see that it was Lewis with 2 other people. She didn’t recognize either of them, but one of them looked eerily familiar. But she was sure whoever the two were, they had been gathering the people to be injected with the virus.

She grabbed her walkie from her side pocket and pressed the button to call for her team. “Dream Team, come in this is Condor 2. Over.” Dream Team was something that one of the BSAA Agents had suggested for them to call themselves rather than the boring Snow Squad that they had originally been assigned. And while she was technically Flake 1, she was used to always being referred to as Condor 2, so she asked for when it was just to them or to Hunnigan, say Condor 2. Otherwise she was sure that she and Hunnigan would get thrown off.

“This is Flake 2. I have the rest of the team with me. What do you need? Over.”

“Lewis and two men are in a building three down from my location. A house down from the original spot. I see them talking, but no one else is there. Over.”

“What do you want us to do? Over.”

“Start the plan into motion. I’ll follow and see where Lewis and her men head. Do nothing until I say so, unless you get under attack. Understand? Over.”

“Is that a direct order, Flake 1? Over.”

She sighed, Stacey hated this. She knew he did. Hated that someone who had been there for less time than him was the leader. He was the only one who refused to call her Condor 2 and kept Flake 1 and made sure everyone went by their actual callsign and not the one that they wanted. “Yes, Flake 2. It is. Now do you all understand? Over.” She heard a range of everyone, including Stacey, say they understood. “Good. I’m contacting HQ. This is Condor 2 over and out.”

She reclipped the talkie and grabbed the other one that was specific for Hunnigan. She looked back in the scope and saw that Lewis and the 2 men were exiting the building. She quickly pulled the gun away to follow behind them. When Hunnigan answered, she heard the lady’s voice in her ear piece.

“This is Hunnigan, Condor 1 is here with me.”

Y/N internally groaned. Why was Leon there? Was he even allowed to be? So many questions ran through her head, but she didn’t ask them. She just nodded and ran towards the direction she saw them heading. “Fine. Lewis has been found. I’m following behind on foot. The rest of what remains of the team are getting ready for my word to follow. And--fuck.”

She ended the call before Hunnigan could say anything and made sure Hunnigan couldn’t immediately call back after she had turned a corner to see a fairly large group of military looking people. She turned back and jumped into the house that had an opened window. She snuck over to another before she looked out the window to try and count how many were there. But she was stopped before she finished when someone looked in. She quickly slipped down, trying desperately not to be seen.

And she was sure she got away with it. That was, until her walkie went off and the BSAA kid could be heard practically yelling through it. And when she heard the words he was saying, the blood that was barely not cold already, went frozen in her body.

The kid was freaking and she could hear the guns in the background. Apparently Lewis and the men knew they were there. They knew she was watching. It had been a trap to get her away. She wondered how it was possible, until it registered to her that it was the electronics. And then she realized who the other guy was. She had dealt with him a few months ago with Leon. The two had been separated and had to pray that they would make it back to the other without any guidance from anyone as to where to go because the man could track any electronic waves.

But unfortunately for her, the man outside the window heard it too and had slammed it in. She gave them no chance and immediately grabbed her gun and shot them. Thankfully she was able to get a headshot, even with him moving and her shaking, gloved hand. But it only gave her enough time to disconnect her electronics and toss everything but the small remote that gave her the ability to ping a quick location. She ran up the stairs, trying to find an alternate way out, but realized she was blocked in. her chest tightened as she realized how badly this could end for her.

She grabbed her submachine gun and aimed it at the stairs, getting ready for anyone who was going to come up. She let out a shaky breath as she heard the door being broken down and the sound of someone running up the stairs. She never had been so thankful that she never fucking used these fuckers so she was loaded on bullets for it as it felt for each guy she killed, double the amount came back.

And unfortunately, she was so focused on the stairs, she hadn’t noticed the sound of someone taking apart the roof and jumping down. Her mind had barely registered the sharp pain in her neck before she was surprised when they grabbed her from the back and her mind just blanked. Forgot how to fight back, forgetting almost every piece of training she had. She didn’t know what to do and wasn’t used to this. Whenever her fight or fright kicked in, it was always fight. She never got scared. But for some reason, she did this time.

As they pulled her to the ground, her body felt incapable of fighting back. As if someone had left her out in the freezing cold with not enough clothes. She wasn’t able to move or even scream when she felt the knife stab into the top of her sternum and start to drag down. The man on top of her only stopped when the sound of a whistle was heard through the air. It was as if the second that went off, every man and woman there were called to go somewhere else. The knife was pulled from her as she walked away and she slowly regained the feeling in her body.

But as she regained that feeling, she felt how deep the knife had gone. She felt the blood falling. She slowly moved to grab the bandages from her side pocket. They weren’t much but she knew it was all that she had. She grabbed it and tried to remove her clothing, not caring that her entire body was freezing from the temperature outside. She didn’t care that her bandaging was horribly done and that it wouldn’t do much.

All that she did was grab her clothes and quickly layer them back on. All she did was wobbly get up and leave the scene. Trying to get further and find out where all those people had gone. And she prayed that it wasn’t fucking bingo.

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