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Between the Black and Gray 31

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As they ran deeper and deeper into the Heap, Zhe was telling Fen that most of the pirates left were on Elmar's side and so it was fine to kill them. She swore that most of the pirates supported her father and must have fled to not have to pick sides in the coup, but Fen wasn't too sure.

"You've killed... a lot of people Zhe."

"What? No, not that many!" Zhe shook her head as they ran, her earrings jangling. They were in a low corridor, a repurposed umbilical. Northern was still a ship and keeping an eye out for things, while listening in on an open radio channel they shared.

"Zhe, you have killed a lot of people. Not the most I've ever seen, but still. a lot." Northern said, not without a hint of admiration in her voice.

Zhe said nothing, and kept walking but Fen noticed her body language change very slightly. She seemed like she was a little... embarrassed? They approached a very large, very sealed airlock. "This is where Elmar probably is." Zhe looked at the door. It was three meters tall and three meters wide and appeared to open in an iris fashion, Sefigan style. "Open up Elmar! Hemmi says I can't kill you, so I won't, but this coup has to stop."

"You always were daddy's little girl, Zhe, even before you learned what that was. He made sure of it." The bitterness in Elmar's voice carried even over the tinny speaker. "He spent all his time preparing you to take over and then you left to go straight! It was hilarious. You should have just stayed away Zhe."

Zhe crossed her arms and faced the door. "I'm here now, El and the coup failed. Daddy took care of the people on his runabout, and I took care of everyone here. It's you and whoever you have with you left. Daddy asked that I not kill you, so I won't. Open up and he can decide what to do with you when he gets here in a few hours."

Elmar's laugh was more of a snort. "Hah. You think I'm going to open up that door and 'suffer an accident'? I know how you operate. You won't kill me, but I'll die all the same. No." There was clanging thumps that sounded all around them, and then the squeal of an atmosphere alarm. "The whole point of the Heap is that the ships can disconnect and leave, Zhe. Did you forget? I'll just leave and come after you and Hemmi another time."

The ship started to move and shake, and the umbilical vibrated in time. Zhe and Fen struggled to keep their balance as the hallway writhed with the ship. "Elmar! You can't leave the middle of the Heap! There's an order!" The bravado gone, Zhe was shouting into the air. "The ships aren't ready, you'll pull the whole thing apart! Elmar! Don't you dare!" Zhe's fists were balled and she was screaming into the air.

Are you going to let her do that?

Fen jumped at the voice. Maybe someday she'd get used to the intrusion. "Let her do what?"

Let her leave like that. Let her disobey you.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'll just say, 'Hey Elmar, don't leave, my friend needs to try very hard not to kill you'." Fen snorted to herself. "I don't think Elmar will listen."

Elmar will listen if you make her listen.

"Oh? And how will I accomplish that?"

Try. with emphasis.

Fen rolled her eyes, but she didn't have anything better to try. "Fine. You'll help?"

You won't need help. You'll just do it.

Fen breathed in. She let her consciousness flow. As she flowed, her awareness expanded. She felt the umbilical they were standing in, the white hot rage of Zhe, hot and sharp. She also felt the electric yellow of the power of the ships all bolted together, with Elmar's ship outlined in her minds eye. How was she doing that? Peering further, she was able to 'see' someone, they looked worried, scared. There were others inside too, but they were more confused than anything.

Huh. Fen could see Elmar clearly. K'laxi, older, wearing a pressure suit with no helmet. It appears that she was getting ready to throttle up. If she does, the thrust will break her free, but she'll damage the Heap and possibly Zhe. Fen takes another breath and-

S̴͙͍̳͈͒̓͝t̵̯͎̑ͅo̷̜̎̈́p̵̫͎̓!̷̢̖̗̱̱͊̚͠

It was like Fen cut Elmar's strings. Her hand immediately went to the throttle and put the engines to idle. The worrying creaking and groaning of the ship ceased. Zhe turned slowly and looked at Fen, her ears back. Fen's eyes were squeezed shut and behind her, glowing red, made up of dust and debris from the umbilical was a set of wings, spread wide. As Fen concentrated harder, they'd pulse.

"Fen... what are you doing? What's going on?"

"I'm busy right now Zhe... give me a minute." -a minute

Zhe blinked. She could have sworn that Fen's voice sounded different just then. She could see sweat pouring from Fen's face. She held back a shudder. Zhe had always thought that the active cooling that humans had was disgusting. They would just pour water when they exerted themselves instead of panting like a more civilized species.

S̴͔̐u̸̫͆r̶̳̿r̷̯̐e̴̞͐ṉ̵͝d̴̪̆e̴̬͊r̵̺̂,̴͓͛ ̶̲͑E̵͙͌l̴̰͝m̷͓͗à̸͖r̶̖̍.̵̺̕ ̴̗̐O̴͍̾p̴̮̆e̴͕͐n̸͇͌ ̵̤̒ṯ̷̑h̷̟̎é̵͚ ̴̻̀d̸͓̏ő̷̦o̴͕̐r̸͕̕.̴̝̌

The ship powered down and settled back into its place on the Heap. After a moment, the airlock opened, and Elmar walked out.

Zhe spun and readied her soar-knives, but Elmar held her hands out in front of her, shaking. "I-I surrender, Zhe."

Zhe's ears flattened again and her tail flicked, agitated. "Why Elmar? Why did you surrender?"

Elmar swallowed, and her ears swiveled in separate directions, like they were trying to locate the source of a sound. "I-I...must surrender." A trickle of blood started to flow from her right ear.

Zhe didn't face away from Elmar, but turned her head slightly towards Fen. "Are you doing this?"

"Elmar thought she could escape, could disobey. We informed her otherwise." Elmar thought she could escape, could disobey. We informed her otherwise.

Fen's voice took on an odd harmonic when she spoke. It was almost like there were a few people speaking at the same time.

Elmar fell to her knees, clutching her head. Blood poured from her eyes, ears, and nose. "Stop it stop it STOP IT!" She screamed and collapsed onto the floor and was quiet.

"Fen! What's happening? Did you just kill her?"

It was like a switch was flipped. The glowing disappeared, the material making up the wings fell to the floor, and Fen opened her eyes. "Oh, fuck."

"I'll say! Daddy said he wanted Elmar alive. That's two of the three we killed. At least Rev hasn't died yet, unless you killed him too?" Zhe raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think so, no." Fen reached out again, this time weaker than before. She felt back the way they came and she came across Rev, sitting on the floor outside of their ship. "No, Rev is waiting by Northern."

"How do you know that?" Zhe's voice was rising in inflection, she was starting to panic.

"I... just know, okay? Something odd is going on, but let's just go with it."

"What about the other pirates?" Zhe walked over to the airlock, stepping over Elmar's body.

Fen reached out. "Don't bother, they're dead."

Zhe turned. "Did you do that too?"

"Yes! I, no, I mean, wait. I think..."

As Fen stuttered, Zhe strode back over with one of her soar-knives in her hand. "Fen. What is going on."

Fen's expression changed instantly, flashing from confusion to anger.

P̴̦̣̈́u̸̞͒͂t̶̳̓ ̸̮̏͠ẗ̴͉͕́͠h̴̥͆̔à̶̹̠̊t̴̕ͅ ̴̦̬̄k̴̘͓̚ǹ̷͇̅i̵̞͉̿͐f̴͚͍͗͝e̷̻̪̚ ̵͖̔̈d̵̤̿̌ͅo̸̘͒͂w̵̧̟̍́n̶̞̐!̵̛̳

Zhe dropped the knife as if it had burned her. It clattered to the floor, still attached by the monofilament to her wrists. Her eyes wide, she took a step back.

"No, Zhe! Sorry! I didn't mean."

"Fen? What's happening?"

Fen fell to her knees, crying. "I don't know Zhe! I think something happened to me when we went through the Gate. I've been hearing voices and I had weird dreams and this voice told me to stop Elmar and I just did and now I told you to drop the knife and I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Zhe?" It was Northern. "Why don't you and Fen come back here. Rev is waiting, and I think your dad just docked. We can work out what's going on."

"Y-yeah, okay Northern." Zhe looked down at Fen, but did not offer a hand. "Come on Fen, let's go talk to Dad."

Sniffling, Fen stood up.

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sparklecare-good-au · 3 years

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why are something bright (unis horn, hemeras blood, ect.) and other things pastel? also why is hemmy still bleading anyway?

oh!! this is a good question!

ok so basically some stuff that is bright i took directly from the canon designs (like uni having bright yellow horn and eyes from his parents). some stuff like clothes (staff badges, moods outfit, plant goo on hemmys gloves, ect.) stay kind of bright because its just clothes, the colors of clothes and stuff arent effected by the color brightness symbolism (also mood canonically likes bright colored clothes so i took that into account)

And blood is still bright because i figured it was fine since we only really see it with hemmy. Shes still bleeding because shes still getting treated for her hemophila. If she didnt have it she wouldnt be there.

And finnaly things are pastel because nobody* is truamatized

*there is one person but youll find that out later

#asks

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patty-strump · 7 years

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tagged by @ladymyst3ry

Rules: List the first lines of your 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I don’t even think I have 20 drafts, I only published like 5 things. Also I haven’t written anything in like 6 months these are old. Let me know if any of you are interested in a particular story.

1. Then Came A Baby Boy: When Patrick went into high school, he never thought he would even get a boyfriend let alone, the captain of the soccer team, Pete Wentz. He's actually pretty proud of himself, jealous guys and girls glaring at him every time Pete wraps his arm around Patrick's waist, Pete getting hit on out of school, only to point to his "amazing boyfriend" half way through their flirty conversation. Patrick considers himself pretty lucky, well... for the most part.

2. Did It Hurt?:

Pete doesn't know why he even bothers with Brendon's bullshit these days.

He's currently sitting on a reasonably high branch of an oak tree, attempting to play along in Brendon's game of hide and seek.

3. Sometimes I Wanna Quit This All:

Patrick hated sleeping. It wasn't because he couldn't sleep. It wasn't because he had nightmares. It wasn't even because he was wasting time not making music. It was because of his boyfriend, Pete.

Ever since Pete and Patrick moved in together, Pete had been taking trips out in the middle of the night. At first Patrick had thought it was because Pete needed to go to the bathroom; so he went back to sleep.

4. Cherry Cherry Blue Raspberry:

"Pete, you better have a damn good reason why you dragged me out here." Patrick shivered into his coat. Pete had shook Patrick awake at ass clock just because he wanted to see the shore.

"It sounds like you don't wanna spend some quality time with your boyfriend, Patrick," Pete grinned.

Patrick glared at Pete. "We literally live in the same apartment, asshat."

5. You Were My Versailles At Night:

Like New Years Eve, Pete loved the Fourth of July because it was a random excuse to party and get hungover as fuck. This year's Fourth of July could possibly be the best one in his life.

His friends had collaborated together to throw a huge house party complete with beer, fireworks, hot girls, and a fucking pool! Tons of people came to the party from fans of Fall Out Boy to nearby college students.

6. Not The First Or The Last (But Possibly The Prettiest):

The problem with Patrick was that he was incredibly spiteful. He doesn't think he can 100% pin-point the time where it started, but he's almost certain it started at the age of seven when his brother, Kevin, called him a weak omega for being too scared to climb the tall oak tree in their backyard.

If Kevin hadn't said anything that day, Patrick wouldn't have climbed to the very top just to prove his alpha brother wrong. Though it did result in Patrick crying several seconds after reaching the top, and having his parents buy a ladder from Home Depot that day to get him back down, but regardless Patrick proved his fucking brother wrong, and that was all that mattered to lil' Pat.

7. Is There Somewhere You Can Meet Me?:

Black and white. The only colors everyone saw in the beginnings of their lives. The world was dull until they met their soulmate.

Once they had, the world would become full of colors. Red, blue, yellow, purple, green, orange, just to name a few.

This dearly upset a particular Chicago boy named Patrick. This was because all Patrick could and would ever see in his life was, well, nothing. Patrick was born blind. He never knew what his parents looked like, he never knew what he looked like, and he would never know what his mate looked like.

8. You Owe Me The Best Gift I Will Ever Ask For:

"Hey Mom," Pete spoke through the phone. "Sorry, we can't even get out of the house. There too much snow." He looked out the window to where the snow was piling up. "Yeah, we'll head out as soon as we can. Love ya too." Pete sighed as he ended the call with his mom.

"Paaatrickk," Pete collapsed onto the couch next to his boyfriend. "Why is the snow so mean?"

"Because you pissed in it last year." Patrick deadpanned without bothering to look up from his laptop.

9. These Words Are All I Have:

Pete jolted awake to the sound of his alarm. He rubbed his eyes as Hemmy jumped on his stomach and started pawing his chest.

He wanted to go for a walk.

Pete's phone dinged on his bedside table. It was a text from Andy.

10. I Will Never Believe In Anything Again:

Pete was living the dream of a bachelor. He lived in a snazzy bachelor pad on the shore, partying every weekend, having sex with the same couple girls at said parties. He was the singer for his band, Arma Angelus, who were a constant demand in local venues and were practically local celebrities.

But despite all that, Pete was actually pretty lonely. The days he didn't have a gig or was hosting a party, were spent writing news articles that bored him to death. And sure having a ton of sex was nice, but sometimes Pete just wanted someone to hold his hand and peck his cheeks, during long walks on the beach

11. Heralded As A King (Before I Had A Birthday With Double Digits):

"Goooooooooooood morning, Patrick!" He hears along with a swishing of curtains before light floods him. Instinctively, Patrick grabs the covers and pulls them over his head to block out the rays of torture. Also instinctively, Pete starts pulling away the satin sheets from his master only to have Patrick pulling back with a intense tug of war between the two of them.

Patrick was the first to let go which resulted in Pete falling backwards at the foot of the blonde's bed.

"I hate you" Pete said defeated on the floor.

"S'your fault anyway" Patrick slurred from the bed as he curled up and covered his eyes to go back to sleep.

"Nope, you're getting up and facing the day like the king you're gonna be soon." Pete insisted as he pulled Patrick by his legs. Patrick groaned into his pillow and weakly kicked his legs around to resist.

12. If Living's Just A Waste Of Death:

No one wants to think about death. Whether it's their own death or the death of someone they love and adore. Death is the end. No one wants to think of the end and no one knows what's after the end.

Many see death as a person. A person most likely already dead. A skeleton, a ghost, a shadow. Someone that wanders the earth to viciously seek out their victims.

However, this was a stark contrast to who Death really was, an emotionally broken man in a fancy black suit. His job was to end life.

13. Let’s Alone Together:

Pete's been acting weird recently.

It took Patrick a while to notice it, kisses and hugs were slightly shorter for Pete standards, looking more distant and out of it.

Pete's been acting weird ever since they went shopping in Chicago, a week ago. Pete had said he wanted to pick up some Starbucks for the both of them, which he did return with but after a long time.

14. They Say "Quitters Never Win":

Patrick considered himself an avid gamer. The first time he'd ever done and gaming was when his parents bought him the original Nintendo DS for his eighth birthday. Good times were spent with that little handheld device.

Now, Patrick spent his time gaming on the computer. After he gets home from school, he spent his time playing games with his friends, using Skype as a way to jokingly trash talk them directly.

That’s it, anything past this is too cringey to see the light of day.

Pattern: I notice that I tend to start with Pete’s point of view when I’m starting my stories. I’m not sure if this comes from the fact that I relate more to him or that Patrick is a hard personality to nail down. I also notice that I write angst and misunderstandings a lot, but I already knew I was an awful person.

I don’t feel like tagging anyone because I don’t know a lot of writer friends :(

#fanfiction #fall out boy fanfiction #tag games #fanfic #my work

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 6 months

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cz6lKHbx6tE/?igsh=NzF4eXc1cjYwZ21h

demon bringing hemmy to angel after she chewed through his Spider-Man costume

he’d hand her over like

“Here, take your daughter.”

“Our daughter.”

“Any daughter that does this,” he uses his free hand to hold up his shredded custom-made Spider-Man suit, shaking it accusingly, “is no daughter of mine.”

“Just get a new one.”

“Get a new one?” Harry sputters out incredulously, glaring at her in utter disdain. “Fucking unbelievable.”

“It’s not like you can’t afford it.”

“It’s not about the money, it’s about the sentimental value!”

“H, it’s a fake superhero costume.”

“…So what you’re saying is you don’t love me.”

She rolls her eyes at his dramatics. “Great. Here we go again.”

“What you’re saying is you don’t care about my interests—”

Hemmy interrupts their argument, meowing in complaint as she writhes around in Harry’s grasp, attempting to escape. She blinks her big yellow eyes up at the demon, her empty gaze showing no remorse for her actions whatsoever.

Harry intakes a deep, measured breath and releases it slowly, reining in his irritation. He holds the tiny black cat out towards his girlfriend and drops her onto the couch cushions below, where she sinks into the pillows with a muffled chirp of surprise. “Take her before I turn her into a roach.”

But then later that day, Y/N finds them taking a nap together with Hemmy curled up against his neck, his cheek resting against the top of her head.

#demonrry!ask #hemmy

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 years

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hemmy in a baby carrier 😭😭😭 i’m sorry that’s so slutty of him he’s such a dilf

He goes on runs shirtless, wearing nothing but jogging shorts and his sneakers, and Hemmy’s just strapped to his bare chest in a mesh baby carrier while Nimbus and Onyx run beside him in stride. She’s looking around at all the scenery with wide yellow eyes full of childlike curiosity, and every time he steps on an uneven valley of pavement or gravel, she grumbles at the sudden jolt and he just pants a breathy, “Oh, hop off it. It wasn’t even that bad.”

Harry also makes random comments at her throughout the jog just to keep her entertained, holding a sporadic conversation since he knows she likes being talked to.

“Right, I’m starting to sweat a good bit, so I apologize in advance if it soaks through the carrier. It’s mesh though, so it should dry pretty quickly.”

“Yes, that’s a bird. No, you can’t pounce on it. Stop trying to escape.”

“By the way, you’re sleeping downstairs tonight with Onyx and Nimbus. Mum and I have very important, very extensive plans.”

“I’m about to turn, hold on tight. Or— well…just, like, stay still, I guess? Whatever, you get the point; just don’t move.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, and I don’t think there’s a better time than now, considering I have you trapped: what happened to the bottom corner of the cape that came with my replica of the Moon Knight suit? It’s been shred to pieces, and the scratches on the fabric look suspiciously familiar to the shape of your claws. Oh, so now you wanna burrow into the carrier. Nice. Bethlehem, look at me. Hey. I’m getting it professionally fixed, so ‘all’s well that ends well,’ etcetera, etcetera. However, let it be known that the only reason you’re alive right now is because of Y/N. I was more than prepared to turn you into a vase and throw you off the balcony.”

And when Harry reaches a water fountain, he lets Onyx and Nimbus drink first, and then proceeds to scoop Hemmy out of the carrier and hovers her over it so she can get her fill, because if he sets her down, she’ll make a break for it. “Stop squirming and drink, we’re not stopping again until we get back home.”

#hemmy #demonrry!ask

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 years

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Demonrry found hemmy in the shelter doing shit like this:

And went : you're stupid, a perfect addition to our family <3

NO CAUSE ACTUALLY DKDNEJDJD THIS REMINDS ME OF THIS ASK, IDENTICAL VIBES

And when he brings her home and opens the crate to introduce her, Hemmy jets out of it in a tiny black blur with yellows eyes and white fangs, zooming across the floor and accidentally ramming right into an unexpecting Onyx. The surprise of the impact throws the hound off balance, sending them both rolling across the living room in a snowball of dark fur, gnashing teeth, and various yelps and growls. The second they collapse on the ground, she scrambles up and skids towards the other end of the apartment wildly, aiming right for the wall. Harry sighs tiredly as he mumbles a levitating spell, lifting her off the ground so she’s left running in place mid-air, spinning in circles and meowing cluelessly. “Her survival instincts are rubbish. I think I made a mistake.”

But when the demon looks over at Y/N, she’s clasping her hands to her chest excitedly, her face adorned with the most childishly giddy look he’s ever seen. Her eyes are glowing faintly, the pastel blue cast communicating just how thrilled she is with her gift. “I love her, she’s perfect!”

“Pardon?”

“She’s so cute!”

“She just body-slammed Onyx across the room!”

“She just has a lot of energy; she’s in a new environment!”

“She’s clinically insane!”

“I love her.” The angel repeats firmly, propelling forward towards the floating cat with the intent of grabbing it. “We’re keeping her.”

“Absolutely not! She’s gonna tear the condo to shreds!”

“I don’t care.”

He sputters out a bitter laugh, jaw unhinging in appalled disbelief as his eyebrows jump so far up his forehead, it appears they’re attempting to escape. “Well, I fucking do! Do you know how expensive those couches are?! They were handmade in Italy!”

His girlfriend proceeds to carefully scoop the small animal into her arms, cuddling her into the dip of her elbow and cooing tenderly to calm her nerves. Y/N then snaps her head to the side and pins Harry with a death glare, her features bricking into a stern, unwavering expression of stubborn determination. “We’re keeping her.”

“Over my rotting corpse!”

“That won’t be a problem, considering you’re more than halfway there.”

Harry blinks at her in insulted shock. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

He gawks at her for a few more seconds, trying to process how she could possibly validate keeping such a crazed pest in their home willingly. He then forces his open mouth shut, letting his eyelids fall closed for a moment so he can gather his wits and patience. He breathes in deeply, holds it for a beat, and then exhales grandly, allowing the exiting air to carry away the urge to tear his hair out from the root. His voice weighs in measured and tight. “Listen to me very fucking carefully. We are not keeping that possessed little freak. She’ll kill us all.”

“So we can’t keep an overly hyper cat, but we can house your murderous demonic dogs? That’s bullshit.”

A few low grumbles permeate from Onyx and Nimbus’ direction, followed by a rough sneeze and a petty scoff.

“Leave them out of this.” Harry counters, narrowing her eyes at Y/N pointedly. “They’re not the ones turning the living room into a WWE ring.”

“They literally tried to kill me when we first met!”

“You were ready to kill them, too!”

“I was defending myself!”

“Violence is violence, regardless of the intent! I would fucking know!”

“We’re keeping her.” Y/N reinstates with steely finality, scratching between the cat’s ears delicately. She seems to have calmed down some now that she knows she’s safe, if her quiet purring and slow blinking are any indication. “You get to have your hellhounds, and I get to have my equally deranged yet vastly less dangerous cat. It balances out.”

“But—”

“And that’s final.” Y/N glances down at the tiny pet, leaning forward and planting a kiss between her big bright eyes. Her tone comes out sugary and endeared. “Isn’t that right, baby? You’re gonna fit right in.”

Harry pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a lengthy huff as he gradually begins to accept defeat. “I’m going to regret this. I can feel it.”

“It’s cute that you think you had a choice in the first place.”

#demonrry!ask #demon!harry #hemmy

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