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tribbetherium · 10 months

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The Middle Temperocene: 150 million years + 1000 years post-establishment

United We Stand: A Second Encounter

The two suns had begun to fall upon the western horizon, and Wildwind began to prepare.

She was one of the highest-ranking members of the Firethieves, the clan of Outlanders led by none other by the dreaded Ashfall himself. She held more sway, more power over most of the rest of the pack, with even the fiercest of them drooping their ears and tails in submission in her intimidating presence.

Yet she was but second-rate.

For she was Ashfall's second mate since the death of Wind-Storm, the late Whitesmoke's mother. She fought by his side, laid waste to their foes in tandem, and, some time past, bore two pups from him: pups that sported the pale white marks on their faces and upon their backs, like their father had.

Yet she was but a replacement.

She was a competent leader, a fierce but nurturing mother, a trustworthy partner, but she never seemed to be enough. The great leader mourned his lost mate, and now lost son, and Wildwind was eclipsed by the shadows of the dead.

"We come now, Mother?" asked Darklight, the male of her two pups. He perched upon a small outcrop of rock, watching the small specks of the shore-people, the Them, moving faintly in the distance, blissfully unaware.

"Tonight. When dark. We have light. Not Them." Wildwind replied.

The Firethieves and their stolen flame gave them an upper hand. There was darkness, and they could force it away with their light. The enemy were shrouded in it, and would be consumed in the blackness.

The pack of the shore-people were sure to fall, she thought.

One of them had slain Whitesmoke, had not they? The beloved eldest of Ashfall?

Perhaps with their destruction, and thus Whitesmoke avenged...she would finally be enough for him. Worthy of the devotion of the Half-Spirit, the great leader, the mighty warrior who would lead them to victory.

"We go soon," she said, as the last tangerine sliver of the yellow-sun slipped beneath the horizon, swallowed by the dark, inky sea.

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"What for?" asked Threestripe, the female of Wildwind's pups, as, under cover of night, the Firethieves began to mobilize.

"We kill them who kill brother!" Wildwind snarled. "We destroy the Them for Ashfall-father!"

Threestripe silently twitched her folded-back ears in resigned agreement. She was but eighteen seasons old, and cared little of what ideas he spoke to all the pack. He was barely a father to her. Whitesmoke was barely a brother to her. They were almost strangers.

And she didn't know why she was now to rush to war, to kill, and probably die, for them.

The Firethieves began their march, slowly, in single file. Back across the same path they had taken not long before, along the coast by the sea. Their paws trod across accursed ground, ground where blood was shed in their fateful defeat, ground where Whitesmoke had been struck down--where, had they taken a closer look had they passed, only small, scattered bones remained: the rest of the once-proud Outlander long since disposed by the wind, the earth and the many small, ravenous creatures that returned death back to nature. Forgotten, consumed and dissipated, like he never were.

Yet while his flesh had long rotted to oblivion, his memory endured in the darkest of ways.

"Here coast-folk home?" Wildwind asked another Outlander.

"Not no more," came the reply, with a sniff of an old, empty cave. There was the faint, old, distant smell of the Them. But the cavern was barren and abandoned.

"They move. We too must."

"MOVE!" howled Wildwind, an urgent command to the rest. There was but one place they could flee, to the north, where the Outlanders had not reached, and she was determind to find their trail.

The suns would not rise with the coast-folk still living.

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In the quiet, seaside cove, shaded from the sky by a rocky outcrop, Sharpstripe arose from a troubled sleep.

Beside her, her two youngest pups snuggled close to her warm body. Her three middle pups, Sunbeam, Brushtail and Shade, curled up further back near the cliff wall, while her eldest, Switch-Eyes, lay next to his father Strange-Eyes together to keep watch if anything happened. Tonight, it seemed safe, and both slept-- but lightly.

She, too, felt a sense of unease.

The recent couple of seasons and their unpleasant turn of events had been much for her to bear. She had been lost, confused and afraid. She wanted the best for her pack--but in doing so, had become what she despised.

Almost.

She glanced around at the cove, where nearby, other packs slept, together. On one side was Narooo-a and her plains-folk, gathered warmly around the gently crackling fire-pit, with at least one always awake to keep the fire burning, and on the other side, Star-Watcher and his dark-ears, huddled tightly together in an affectionate pile, packed so densely it was hard to tell where one dark-ear ended and another began.

Her tail began to wag in an expression of joy.

She had once feared them. Hated them, for no reason.

Yet their packs, their differing peoples, had plenty to learn from one another. They had taught her many things, from the tongues they spoke to the manners they lived. And she taught them many things in return.

In time, her mind and heart became more open.

Different ones weren't always to be feared.

Slowly, as days went by, stories were exchanged, and friendships formed, blossoming in the union as young pups learned each other's dialects, the three peoples had gotten closer. They were no longer visitors, but neighbors. And perhaps, even more than just that. They began to feel like extensions of Sharpstripe's own pack.

They were like family.

Sharpstripe's gentle contemplation was suddenly ground to a halt when at the corners of her eyes, she saw something moving. Slowly, but steadily, along the distant, meandering coast.

A light.

A faint, orange light that stirred terrible memories.

She felt the hair along her mane stand on end, but tried to calm herself. Perhaps it was only more plains-folk? Friends of Narooo-a, maybe? She had judged them too soon before, and she had been wrong.

But this time, she could hear the distant cries. The calls of war.

The chants of fury.

The cries of rage.

And this time, her hunch was true.

"OUTLANDERS! OUTLANDERS!" she shrieked with a piercing yelp that brought Strange-Eyes and Narooo-a and Star-Watcher to their feet, interrupting their tranquil slumber. They rushed to rouse the rest of their packs without further delay, and began to arm for battle.

They were asleep, but they were not unprepared. They had awaited, with bated breath, for the unexpected and unwelcome return, for many seasons.

History had repeated itself, in more ways than one, in a smaller scale and in a far greater one, as a force of hatred and violence that wrought fire and destruction rose from the darkest of thinking minds to crush the weak.

But this time, it would not strike unopposed.

As the young pups were herded to the safety of the cove Sharpstripe bounded to the front line, bearing her wood-tooth, honed sharper than before this time for war and not food, joining Strange-Eyes, Switch-Eyes, Narooo-a and Star-Watcher in defending the cove from a familiar evil.

She would fight without hesitation to defend her family, as she had before.

But now, her family was far bigger than it ever had been.

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"LET THE FOLD-PAW PUPS NOT GROW!" roared Wildwind, leading the charge. The foul stench of the Them's grew ever stronger, and as they neared the small cove the sound of their panicked scrambling became louder.

Good. They were afraid.

At her side she was flanked by Darklight, her eldest pup, next in line to be his father's second-in-command. Darklight gritted his teeth in determination. He was the son of the legendary Ashfall, after all. Whitesmoke was weak, Whitesmoke was foolish, but he would not be. He would be a worthy successor.

And at the back, trailing behind, was Threestripe.

She did not want to be here.

"DESTROY ALL! KILL!" Wildwind howled as the Firethieves rounded the edge of the cove and poured into the bay's coast like a blazing tide. The panicked scampering of the Thems had fallen silent. They were trapped, cornered like flyer-beast pups in their nest, waiting to be devoured by scaly-creepers and hunt-beasts. They were helpless. This would be an easy victory, for the glory of Ashfall and the memory of Whitesmoke--

She rushed headlong into the fray, expecting to see them cowering, or at the least, vainly putting up a pathetic resistance--

--but instead, found herself face-to-face with the most terrifying sight she would ever see in her life.

A wall of Thems, standing in defiance. Numerous. Powerful. Unafraid.

They bore torches that burned brighter, fiercer, than even those the Outlanders sported. By their smell, she could tell that the torches were fueled by the greasy fat of grazer-beast innards. Yet coast-folk did not know that! That was knowledge of the plainsfolk! The plainsfolk--

--the plainsfolk that now stood among the coast-folk, their unmistakable speckled coats and three-toned tails visible in the brilliant light of the grease-torches.

Grease-torches affixed to the blunt ends of the coast-folk's wood-teeth, some held to one side and some to the opposite side, all ready to cover one another in any direction.

A cry of command broke forth from the foremost of the coast-folk, one whose eyes gleamed with the brownness of the earth and the blueness of the sea, and the Thems, coast-folk and plains-folk alike rushed forth to defend, in numbers easily almost twice that of the Outlanders' forces.

Wildwind was taken aback, but she was no coward.

She had something to prove.

"FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK!" she demanded, and the bloodlust of the Outlanders toward the Thems for the moment drowned out their fear and reason.

They sieged forth with fangs bared, but their stealth and ambush were left null by the brilliant gleam of plainsfolk's torches. They were exposed, and visible. Their main tactic was foiled.

They darted low to the ground, in near silence, yet their fur gleamed in the torchlight. And the defenders took notice.

There were gaps in the wall, but those quickly closed as they approached. The defenders could see them!

With stealth left in vain, they switched to what only else they knew--brute force.

Some Outlanders pounced at the throats of their enemies, sinking their teeth into their soft vulnerable necks, only to cry out in pain as they realized too late that their foes were not only prepared in offense, but defense as well. Their bleeding jaws instantaneously loosed their would-be lethal grips upon the necks of their enemies, which were defended by strips of dried, leathery grazer-beast gut, armed with barbed thorns.

But they could not know that, either!

That was a tactic of the snow-folk of the south!

Snow-folk--

--snow-folk who, at a closer look, stood among the crowd, their great shaggy forms towering above the stocky coast-folk and the lithe plains-folk, yet standing by their side.

"THEMS FIGHT AS ONE! THEMS FIGHT AS ONE!" cried a frightened Outlander voice amidst the paltry forces of the invaders, as the defensive wall of defenders began to slowly march forward, jabbing away at any who dared rush in to attack.

Some were struck down as they lunged, as the proceeding column stood their ground, more well-armed than anything the Outlanders have ever fought.

Their weapons were one-sided, and some Outlanders tried to attack torch-side, only to be struck by another defender, who carried their wood-tooth torch the opposite way.

And even those struck by the torch-end hurt, as the blazing grease stuck to their fur.

It was the Firethieves' worst nightmare, and one they never expected to see.

The fiery light of the plains-folk, that left the former advantage of their own fire useless. The collars of the snow-folk that made them harder to kill. The lethal stabbing wood-teeth of the coast-folk to round it all off.

What tactics did they have left, to fight all three, at once?

Why were they united? They were enemies!

To the Outlanders, who divided the world in Us-es and Thems, such an alliance was impossible. Improbable. Utterly incomprehensible.

Yet it stood before them, a testament against their very ideals.

Let the fold-paw pups not grow, they had chanted.

And now it had grown too big indeed.

Bigger than they could have imagined.

"FALL BACK!" cried the Outlanders at long last, some wounded, some smoldering, bailing out on an unwinnable outcome. They dropped their torches and fled. They were not prepared. They were not ready to face the wrath of a foe the likes before they had not seen, and chose their well-being over their leader's agenda--

--save for one.

"COWARDS! WEAK STUPID! RETURN! RETURN!" urged Wildwind, standing her ground, as the morale of her troops began to falter. But she refused.

She would prove her worth, still!

Ashfall will see her as great as his equal!

Whitesmoke would still be avenged!

In the chaos Wildwind tried to find an opening, where she could perhaps steer around, strike from behind, confuse them, break their ranks--

--but found herself being intercepted by a coast-folk with a wood-tooth, her eyes pointed and fierce, and before Wildwind could properly respond, the sharp point pierced deep into her shoulder and locked in tight.

Wildwind cried out in agony and struggled defiantly against the wood-tooth--

--until, with a sickening crack, the tip broke, and she too fled yelping, limping, the broken end of the wood-tooth still embedded in her bleeding shoulder.

As the leader of the charge turned tail, whatever remained of the Outlanders' courage slipped away in an instant, and they bounded off into the darkness, dropping their torches along the way, bloodied, bruised and broken, and defeated once again.

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"They running. They running!" Narooo-a whooped in joy.

"Safe now?" pondered Star-Watcher, huffing from exhaustion.

"Not sure," Strange-Eyes replied. "Might return. Ready."

A chorus of weary cheers and howls of victory echoed through the cove, and with it the terrified pups of the three packs slowly clambered from their hiding places and were once more met with the gentle, reassuring licks and nuzzles of their elders. Gestures whose message to the young pups was clear.

"You are safe so long we are around."

They had learned much from one another, and stood stronger as one. They had all fought the Outlanders alone before with what they had, and barely survived. But with their skills combined, they had become a nigh-insurmountable force obstructing the Firethieves' path of devastation.

Even the young adolescents, Shade, Brushtail and Sunbeam, who, even in their youth, were no strangers to war, at this point.

A thought that saddened Sharpstripe. They were but children.

The defenders watched as the attackers disappeared from sight, the few torches they managed to carry with them flickering away in the distance like stars waning in the dawn light.

Yet they could feel it wasn't over.

Sharpstripe paced up to the huddle of the victors. "Wood-tooth broke," she said in dismay, dropping the destroyed weapon forlornly in the sand.

It had been one she'd used for a long time.

Strange-Eyes gave her a reassuring lick to the face. "Just stick," he said. "We find make new one."

Today was a victory Strange-Eyes and his pack could truly celebrate. For this time, no lives has been lost. He paused, momentarily, in recollection of his father, Pale-Beard, and of that bitter day. But this was not that day, and all of them were to see the suns rise once more.

All on their side, at least.

On the sand, drenched in fresh blood, several bodies lay, motionless and still warm. Pierced by the wood-teeth, or choked by the collar-thorns that had broken off in their mouths.

In the flickering yellow light, Narooo-a gazed upon them in sadness. They were enemy. But still, the grim aura of death cast itself over the victorious celebration.

Star-Watcher was forced to agree.

"Had to. Must do." he said, his deep, throaty voice tainted with sorrow. For while it was a death borne by necessity, a death of one who sought harm, it was still an ugly thing to behold.

A faint, coughing whimper rose from one of the fallen bodies.

"This one...still alive." Narooo-a remarked, stepping back warily as the wounded Outlander gasped and struggled to rise.

"My turn."

It was Shade, one of Sharpstripe's middle children, with a short, but sharp, splinter of her mother's broken wood-tooth.

Shade, the young, yet hardened fighter.

Who had seen great evil at such an age.

Who had been maimed and scarred for life by the Outlanders in their first encounter, scars that pained even now.

Who had watched, eyes wide with horror, as her grandfather Pale-Beard breathed his last.

Who had witnessed first-hand how her brother Switch-Eyes gave their pale leader his inglorious and well-deserved end.

"My turn."

The wounded Outlander yelped, pleading in a foreign tongue that Shade did not understand and would not have cared to listen. She paced toward him, eyes fixed and unblinking, stride unfaltering.

He struggled to rise, but his back had been broken, his rear legs limp, and he was powerless to resist as, to the shock of those around to witness, Shade threw herself upon the fallen enemy, pinning him to the ground, piercing him again and again with vicious snarls, even as he screamed in terror and pain, even as he went limp, even as the glow faded from his eyes.

She struck for the murdered Pale-Beard.

She struck for her pack and her lost home.

She struck for her newfound family that had suffered under the Outlanders.

She struck against the wounds she suffered in her face and in her spirit.

She struck again and again and again, until she was too exhausted to strike any more, until she was showered in the vile Outlander's foul blood, until the panicked cries of Switch-Eyes finally reached her ears.

Panting, she dropped the splinter of wood-tooth next to the still-spasming body of the Outlander, and looked up to meet her brother's wide, asymmetrically-hued eyes.

Frightened eyes.

"...Why?" was all Switch-Eyes could say.

He had slain Whitesmoke long ago, but it was not something he took joy in.

It felt sinful and apalling, even to this day.

"They Outlander," replied Shade, breathing heavily from the exertion. "Deserve to die."

And an uneasy chill ran down Switch-Eyes's back with the satisfaction he heard in her voice.

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The yellow sun began to rise in the dawn, obscured and hazy in the morning fog as it cast its warm light onto the spectacle of defeat, both impressive and horrific.

The wounded survivors of the Firethieves slowly, painfully, hobbled back to the valley that had once been the highbrows' home. Now the Outlanders had conquered it and driven them away, and had been feeding well the past days upon the plentiful stolen grazer-beast herds, which Ashfall had fiercely rationed to keep enough to breed more next season.

The great leader himself arrived to the lowlands to meet the returning forces, expecting news of victory.

Only to be greeted by a dreadful and crushing sight.

His fighters came back gravely wounded, some with bleeding mouths and tongues embedded with thorns, some with grisly pierced wounds caked in dried blood, even a few with marks that appear to have had been burns. Amidst them, the wounded, was his second mate, Wildwind, and their two young.

And some had not come back at all.

"What happen? Why hurt?" urgently asked Ashfall with great concern.

"...I am enough good for you, now?" Wildwind replied, given a small bit of joy, in spite of her predicament, at the rare treat of genuine concern Ashfall now finally showed her.

"WHAT HAPPEN?" Ashfall demanded.

"Too many. Too strong," Darklight answered weakly, gazing up in shame at his father with his one good eye, the other injured and swollen shut.

"Coast-folk. Plains-folk. Snow-folk."

"Together."

The last part struck Ashfall like a wood-tooth, piercing him to his very core.

"Not be. NOT BE! Them...enemies! Not just us but each other! Why together?"

Ashfall could not believe the words, and for a moment, he wanted to think that perhaps they were but cowardly, making excuses.

Yet he saw the thorns that the wounded Firethieves were gingerly pulling from each other's mouths. Unmistakably, from the collars of the snow-people, which he had been told could only be attacked from behind.

He saw the burns on the bodies of some, deep charred gashes like if something sticky and on fire had stuck to their coats, burning through the hair and reaching the skin. Like the grease torches of the plains-people, even if they never used the torches themselves for war.

He leaned in to Wildwind's aid, pulling out the embedded wood-tooth tip from her shoulder. She cried out in pain, and Ashfall dropped the tip to the ground.

As he nursed Wildwind's wound with a few gentle licks, he looked at the broken tip, noting its even, serrated edge, like it had been gnawed into shape and given small notched barbs with precise bites--ideal for spearing small prey in shallow water.

The unmistakable mark of the coast-folk.

Ashfall couln't believe it, wanted to deny it, yet all the evidence was there, before his eyes to see. His troops spoke the truth, that they had fought all three at once.

United like never before.

He surveyed another long look at his army. The devastation wrought upon them. He feared the Them, for the threat they could pose. He waged the war for the sake of his Us, or so he thought. Or so he believed.

And for the first time, in a very, very long time, Ashfall felt truly afraid.

From a distance, Dungstain glared at him with contempt, as he often did now. Yet this time, he chose to keep quiet, for the sake of his self-preservation.

Still, he knew all too well what dreadful mistake the foolish, arrogant Ashfall had wrought. He feared the Thems, and attacked them all with reckless abandon.

Now he had given them all a common enemy.

Behind her mother, Threestripe gazed fearfully at Ashfall, as afraid of him as she was afraid with him. She had stayed behind in the battle, and watched from a distance. She didn't want to join the chaos that unfolded. She didn't know why there even was a war.

All she knew was she wanted none of it.

Ashfall gazed into the distance, in horrified realization, as the knowledge of the Them, now too powerful, now more of a threat than ever before, sank in. The rest of the Outlanders crowded around him, equally uncertain, equally anxious, in visible unease and with tails tucked beneath their rear legs. Despite the failure, he was still a leader most looked up upon for direction.

Most.

"What now?" asked one Outlander.

"More."

"Need many more. Too few," Ashfall concluded, after a tense and silent pause. "If together Them fight. Us...need more."

"Where get more?" others asked. "Us...not many."

"Them." he replied, pondering his last resort.

"Other Them. Make fight."

"For Us."

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#speculative evolution #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative zoology #hamster's paradise #the calliducyon saga

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mondstaub1 · 1 year

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Lucemond: A/B/O

Aemond presents as an Omega after the eye incident and he hates it. He hates everything about it. His mother refuses to allow him to train with the sword and forces him into omega class, which his opinion are one of the seven hells. His body grows softer and he becames more emotional, no matter how much he tries to hid it.

The other Omegas snear at him because he isn't like them. They think he will never find an Alpha. Oh how he wishes they were right. The last thing he wants is to be sold off like an animal and be used to give one child after the other to an alpha who would likely let him die in childbirth without a secund thought. But this seems to be his lot in life. He just doesn't seem to fit in anywhere. No Alpha, no Beta and not Omega enough.

One day he is informed that his sister would be coming back to court and that he his suppost to get married then.

Married to whom? Aemond asked in confusion, hearing of his betrothal for the first time.

The answer shocks him to his core. Lucerys presented as an Alpha and to mend the bonds between the family he was now to marry Aemond.

The Omega was in shock. Lucerys, the boy that ripped his eye out was to be his husband?! After the shock followed anger and then panic. Knowing he was like prey on a silver platern with no way out.

The day the crown princess and her children arrived, Aemond was forced into a hidious dress and was dolled up, to be presented like a priced pig.

Aemond is determind to hate everything about this. The wedding, the dress, the arrival of his sister and co., the looks he was given, the makeup he was forced to wear and most of all Lucerys.

That resolution crashed and burned the moment he saw his nephew. By the fourteen flames he was doomed.

Luke had changed. A lot. Gone was the small, shy boy with baby fat on his cheeks. In his place stood a strong alpha. Over 6 feet tall with brought shoulders and muscels ... well everywhere apparently. The young alpha smelled of leather, salt and smock with a hint of sweet cake that made Aemonds inner Omega swoon in delight.

To his suprise Luke was not the arrogant, spoiled, rude alpha he had imagined, quit the opposite. But of course Aemond is a stubbern bull (and raised in a family with negativ communication skills) so he blocks Luke and ignores him for as long as he can.

Right up until their wedding day. Rhaenyra insisted on a Valyrian wedding, while Alicen wanted a wedding under the seven. So they did both, which was fine with Aemond, right up until the forced him into his wedding dress. Gods he hated dresses. At least the robe for the valyrian ceremony was confortable.

His hands trembeled when he cut Lucerys with the dragon glass dagger and nearly stuttered when speaking his vows in the sept. Slowly it was sinking in. He was now married to Luke and there was no way out. The was to be his life. Forever.

The feast was loud and he hardly managed to eat anything as his nerves grew, the langer the night went on. When it got time for the bedding ceremony he wanted to run but froze when his new husband pulled out his sword and screamed for everyone to hear "The first person to lay their hand where it doesn't belong will lose the hand!"

It was dead silent after that. Luke then turned to him and wispered "Do you want to leave husband?" It felt weird to be called husband by the alpha but it made his stomack make a flip.

Once in their champers Aemond was silently freaking out as they undressed. His mother had informed him of his duty, he knew what he had to do. He had to lay down and take it, it would hurt but he would survive, he just needed to ... A soft hand on his cheek brought him back to the present. His husband stood infront of him with a tender expression on his face as his asked if everything was alright.

Aemond did not dare answer, in fear of his voice betraying his feelings. He wanted to get it over with, so he got on the bed at asked Luke to be quick about it. But nothing happened.

Luke just stood there, not moving or saying anything. "What do you think you are doing?", he aslked. "My duty", Aemond answered as if it were clear. "I an your husband, what do you think I am going to do to you? This is not how this works." ,,It ist whati is expected of you, it is what is expected of me. So lets get it over with."

Luke stood there for a couple of moments till he suddently walked over to the the bookshelf and picked one up. "Ok so imagien this is all that is expected of us . All the social concept that says what we are suppost do be", he said pointing at the thick book.

Aemond stared at him in confusion. "What?" "Just do it for a moment ok", Luke asked him. Aemond sight annoyed but decided to humor his husband.

"Ok so all the bullshit you have been taught, you need to be", Luke said again gesturing at the book in his hand.

Then he threw the book out of the window.

Aemond stared at him. "What did you just do?"

"Setting the tone for our life together", Luke answered sitting down next to him "So what do you want to do right now".

This was going to be an intresting wedding night indeed.

#aemond x lucerys #lucemond #a/b/o fanfic #light angst #hotd #arranged marriage #open ending #happy ending

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red-airhead · 10 months

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𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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This is a Zombie Apocalypse AU. I've been watching a lot of Zombie shows and got a lot of inspiration because of it. These Zombies will be more similar with the Walking Dead ones, however, they will have a more walking pace, the hearing for them would be a lot more muffled, and their vision would be very foggy. They'd mostly all travel in groups of 2-3 and it would be very hard to actually find a big cluster. The way you would be infected by these Zombies would be from being bitten like any classic Zombie run down.

Sypnosis: You, a single survivor from a group that had been long gone, runs into a group of 8 men, basically your saviors. What will happen when they take you along on their journey? What will they have in store for you?

Genre - Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut(MINORS DNI!!)

Warnings: This story will contain violence, topics of sex, mentions of death, mentions of smoking and alcohol, blood, gore, depression, mentions of attempted suicide and so on. If you are not comfortable with these said topics please do not read this story.

Introduction

Chapter one: Saviors? Chapter two: Healing

Chapter three: Shit Faced and Lightweight

More to be determind.

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids comfort #stray kids fluff #bang chan #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #seo changbin #han jisung #lee minho #yang jeongin #ot8 #stray kids ot8 #ot8 x you #ot8 x reader #zombie apocolypse au

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merbear25 · 2 months

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I go by Mer or Meredith 💀

My pronouns are she/her and I prefer men.

Personality: Leo, INFJ, 1w9, HP house Ravenclaw. Making an effort to understand myself and others is important to me, so that leads to long periods of pondering my actions, as well as others’. I love having me time, though I enjoy being with those close to me from time to time. I'm very supportive, encouraging, reserved, clumsy, easily flustered, athletic, conscientious, witty and sarcastic. Though I unintentionally come across as intimidating, I'm rather gentle and caring. I'm pretty stoic and some misinterpret it as being emotionless (I honestly just want the best for everyone). I rarely lose my cool. I’m adventurous and have completed a dream of mine–living/working in a country that doesn’t speak my native language. If I've earned someone's trust I will be loyal to them through and through. I can be annoylingly strong-willed and resilient. I actively search for things to be thankful for to remind myself that there's a lot of beauty in the world, and I'm glad to experience it. I adore challenging myself both intellectually and physically. I am happiest when seeking out information, reason, and understanding. I’m really kinda superstitious…

I work as a foreign language teacher, so my job requires me to have patience, be understanding, able to think on my feet, and creative. I'm incredibly determind and dedicated, which helps push me through difficult days. I strongly encourage those I teach to speak their minds and have open discussions.

My love languages are definitely acts of service and words of affirmation. I don't dislike physical affection when it's from my s/o, but I don't tend to seek it out. If I ever actually want to cuddle, I like to set time aside to do it, so I can fully enjoy holding each other. Quality time is fine, especially when we're just doing our own thing but sitting near each other. I will always appreciate gifts but hate feeling like I owe others.

Likes and Dislikes: I love discussing topics that revolve around enigmas (specifically death). It's not as important to have others agree with me as it is to explore the unknown with them. I like practicing the languages I know, psychology, biology (especially dissections 💜 ), demonology, genealogy, reading, museums, Victorian history, history related to war and disease 💜, singing, and exploring my surroundings. Favorite bands atm: Blood cultures, Tardigrade Inferno, Stolen Babies, Otyken, and Tally Hall. Cats and rodents are top tier pets. A large portion of what I read/watch relates to the occult. I dislike storms, large bodies of water, and people who always turn disagreements into arguments.

I don't know if this may help but the anime men I've been the most obsessed with are: Caesar Clown (One Piece), Faust VIII (Shaman King), Choso (jjk), Grimmjow (Bleach), Charles Grey (Black Butler), England (Hetalia), and Vash (Trigun).

Hobbies: Writing horror stories, DnD, reading, singing (learning metal throat singing too), listening to music, playing the piano, dancing, watching horror movies, drawing, and yoga. As an avid horror fan, animated movies are for sure a guilty pleasure of mine. I collect living dead dolls and nutcrackers.

Appearance: long wavy auburn hair and my eyes are more of a honey brown. I always wear round glasses. I'm pale with freckles on my cheeks and nose. 5’9, lean, more of an hourglass shape and have a bit of muscle. I mostly wear black and white, but also lilac :) My aesthetic is a mix between grunge and dark academia. However, I love mixing bright colors and wacky patterns too!

#for matchup trades

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soulwrought · 3 months

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potential concept for irys' schrift . i haven't exactly thought about it completely yet ... my brain is full of ideas , however . since irys wasn't originally intended to be a sternritter , it's sort of within her character to not become one ------ at least, that's how I feel about it. still, it's a neat concept to think about .

concept one : THE MALEDICTION . definition :ㅤ " a magical word or phrase uttered with the intention of bringing about evil or destruction; a curse. "ㅤ this ability isn't as literal as the definition makes it out to be . what the malediction does , is it requires physical contact to be made with the desired target ; Irys would conjure small pieces of Reishi to dig into said point of contact . it could be from herself directly , or even any of her melee weaponry . casting from a distance would potentially be tricky , as the malediction requires something of an understanding between one to another . it cannot be casted wildly and without abandon , the malediction needs purpose . even so much as a hair , a scrap of flesh , would do better than nothing . the amount of damage done by the initial reishi determinds how great the subsequent damage irys can inflict , and the malediction can even carve down into bone from a surface level , if irys focuses her powers intensely enough .

ㅤ the target is thusly marked . a marked enemy can be tracked by irys over long distances , and it refuses to be washed away . however , the mark itself hurts gradually more & more over time , while irys can inflct worsening injuries upon the marked & only the marked alone . it is a power solely for hunting down & killing those who irys wishes dead . a metaphysical curse made manifest , a relentless pursuit .

concept two : just a bunch of other names vaguely considered , nothing else is solid , at the moment . nothing . lmao . but i have many ideas .

#( 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 ! ) | outofcharacter .#if anyone has a similar power to this in canon : i forgot :/ tbh .#HOIREOIHWERHOINHIEASDFRHOIERWHOI .#oops ! :)#but this is JUST a concept . it's not 100% !#basically yeah : it's hunter's mark from wow. ya got me.#kinda .#that's why i'm not super enthused about it LMFAO .#LIKE ... i can be MORE creative .

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marunalu · 2 years

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The close up of bakugous face in the last picture of this chapter strongly hints that bakugou isnt done yet. His sweat is glistering and the more he sweats the more powerful his explosions become. So something will happen.

But now I want to point out, that the narrative of the manga told us over and over again that bakugou and endeavor are parallels to each other. Not only in personality, similar quirk, goals and their relationship with their rivals (all might and izuku) but also their plots in the story. Bakugous fight against shigarAFO is a clear parallel to endeavors fight against afo. And we all know how it startet and ended.

At first afo seemed to have the uber hand in battle, plays and taunts endeavor and beats him up badly, till jiro managed to make the vestiges inside afo rebell against him. From that moment he startet to "lose".

Then after a comment about touya and hinting that he was the one who found his burned body, endeavor completly LOST it! He went into rage mode and WRECKED afo so badly, that afo even startet to panic. And after endeavors final attack, burning afo to a crisp, the fight seemed finally over! Afo was dead! Endeavor won!

But! Oh wait! Plot twist! Afo actually is in possession of eris quirk and in the last moment he uses rewind on himself! By that turning himself back to his old overpowered glory, before his face got smashed in by all mights fist.

So in the end endeavor, while being a complete badass in this fight, made things WORSE in the end, because he forced afo to use rewind on himself, something he didnt planed at first, because of the quirks danger.

And now we have the same things happen in bakugous fight against shigarAFO.

The heroes stand no chance against him, bakugou comes up with a new move just to be easily overwhelmed, gets completly DESTROYED and shigarAFO plays with him like a cat with a mouse, till mirio saved bakugous ass and even manages for a moment to help tomura back into control, after he mentioned the word "friends". For a small moment tomura was able to gain control over himself again, because this simple word reminded him of his own friends. For a moment he rebells against afo, just like jiro managed to make the vestiges inside afo rebell against him. But we know what happened. Afo managed to overpower the vestiges inside him, exactly how afo inside tomura managed to take control over him again.

The end of the chapter shows bakugou, beaten up but determinded and not giving up yet. The same happened with endeavor. At first he seemed beaten, but then he lost it after afo taunted him with touya. And in bakugous case, he was terrible humiliated and shamed by shigarAFOs insults.

"Your nothing."

"The only interesting thing about you is your close relationship to izuku midoriya."

"Youre nothing more then izuku midoriyas shadow."

"You will never beat ofa."

ShigarAFO literally calls him a big loser to his face. Tells him how much better izuku is! How he is nothing but a small ant under his feet! And thats something bakugou wont accept, because he WANTS to be better then izuku!

So my prediction is, that just like endeavor he will go all out in the next chapter. Comming up with something new and beat shigarAFO up just how it happened with afo. He will give him hell and it will look like as if he killed him. But just like in the endeavor vs afo fight, shigarAFO will have an ace up his sleves. Because if the real afo has rewind, who says shigarAFO doesnt? Or some kind of other emergency plan?

Just like with endeavor it will look like as if bakugou won and killed/defeated shigarAFO, just to find out the hard way he made everything worse! This will be bakugous great moment hori talked about and both bakugou fans and haters will enjoy! He will be a badass and still fail horrible at the end, because we all know shigaraki will be defeated/saved by izuku and no one else!

#bnha #chapter 360 #chapter spoiler

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captainshorter · 2 years

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Part 2 of sorting Kinnporsche characters in hogwarts houses

Find part 1 here

Note; Im not in any way a sorting hat so you may disagree, i’m just doing this for fun after all, also i’m not here to offend anyone. If y’all wanna share your own thoughts feel free too, but keep it respectful please

Starting this part with Vegas: Slytherin. No i am not sorting him there because it’s the ‘evil’ and ‘coolest’ house. It actually does fit him. He’s cunning, shrewd and despite being forced to do this he is achievement-oriented. He focus on one main-goal, defeating Kinn, does he care what happens to others? Not really, if it’s not harming those he cares about he’s willing to do nearly anything to achieve his goal. You see that with the way he treats Macau and how in the novel, so i’ve heard at least i haven’t read the novel, he says to all his men that they’d be dead if they put even one scratch on Pete. One thing slytherin is also known for is their deep and fierce loving, which Vegas has shown he is capable of. The love he has for Pete is a raw and real and fierce. Like with Kim, Vegas also has self-preservation, he weighs all his option before acting and aiming for the best possible outcome, not reckless at all like the Gryffindor tend to be, he thinks everything through till he has a nearly perfected plan.

Macau: OKAY honestly i just wanted to include him and i dont really have a clue for him but I think maybe Gryffindor? He has been basically raised the same as Vegas but with a fairly less amount of the pressure Vegas has, not being the heir and all. Therefore he got more freedom to be himself. Macau seem brave and daring. Also sort of reckless? i dont know. Some say Gryffindors are short-tempered which fits Macau. Im just bullshitting stuff at this point IM SORRY.

Pete: ive said Kinn and Tankhun were hard to sort ,but Pete? Pete definitely takesthe crown with how hard he was to sort into a hogwarts house. At first sight you’d say he’s either a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, judging from his kindness and silly nature he’s been introduced with but if you look further and deeper you’d say he’s more of a Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Throughout typing this i still haven’t really made my mind up because he really has a duality but i think im going with Slytherin. Why? He’s cunning, clever, determined and most of all a good and strong leader. He has proven to be quite a good head-bodyguard and an understanding person, being able to understand people is a very good quality for a strong leader, it makes you connect with people and they will like you for it and Pete knows that and probably uses that. Pete doesn’t appear to have that high self-preservation slytherin has and appears to be more reckless. But i don’t think he’s reckless, he calculates possible outcomes of a situation, that is shown from that one moment Pete is with Kinn asking him to send him into the minor families house. Pete knows the consequences but he just doesn’t care about these said consequences, he doesn’t care about his own wellbeing because he’s loyal to the main family above everything else. This on its own could be said to be a Gryffindor quality and thus would make Pete a Gryffindor but i still think he’s slightly better fit for Slytherin, though i think Gryffindor would definitely be his second house if not his first.

Gun: slytherin. Quite obvious this one i think. He’s willing to sacrifice and do EVERYTHING to get out above Korn. He’s determind, cunning, strong-leader and everything a slytherin is

Korn: also a slytherin. Very cunning and shrewd. Good plan making and predicting the possible outcomes of said plan. No further explanaton needed i think

Chan: Probably a Gryffindor. Immensely loyal to the main-family, strong leader, which funnily enough is also a gryffindor trait even though it’s also a trait slytherin’s are known to have, and brave. Doing things head-on without any hesitation. Chan is not reckless though, he’s quite calculated with the moves he makes

Big: also a gryffindor. Also immensely loyal to the main-family, especially to Kinn, so loyal even that he would give his life for Porsche who is important for Kinn. He’s got nerve. He is brave and maybe a bit short-tempered. Yet again Big isn’t as reckless as most Gryffindors which could be debated because he went head-on together with Kim inside that Storage room to save Porsche and Porchay, which then again was also kind of planned, back-up was underway and they knew Vegas intentions right? Anyway he’s a gryffindor.

Tay: hufflepuff? like im not sure because i dont want to put him in this house because he looks like a hufflepuff, but i think he is one. (He could also sort of be a slytherin, i think that’d be his second house). He’s kind, loyal and trustworthy. He cares about others more than himself, example with Time. He loves Time so much and he wants the best for him, but even when Time seems so uninterested about Tay he still stays by his side even though it’s hurting him a lot.

Time: Slytherin probably, im not sure about this one but i think he is. I dont really have anything to elaborate on this. Just that

Anyways that was it for sorting kinnporsche characters in hogwarts houses:)

#kinnposche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche shitpost #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #macau theerapanyakul #chan kinnporsche #big kinnporsche #tay #time

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a-lile-angel · 9 months

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@spatzenn

hihihi!! hope this is good, lmk if theres anything you want changed xx

Angel was not one to refuse orders. Infact, it would be a difficult task to find a situation up until now where she had. Unsurprisingly, the instructions she had refused to follow contained the one word that she simply could not do. Sleep. Although the medic was known to lack the ability to rest on a good day, this week was not an exception, each night of the seven days, she had been seen roaming around at ungodly hours, usually in the very kitchen she resided in currently. The simple reason being 6 long nights ago, 7 teams and a handful of her medics had set out on a mission she couldn't even remember the details on, except from the fact Erwin had refused to let her accompany the efforts. Just the thought of her young responsibilities being in the face of danger without made her sigh, the sound shortly followed by the painful thunk of her blonde head coming into contact with the kitchen table she was now collapsed against.

The only slither of hope she felt was the fact that none of her children's names had been passed along the chain of news that dripped from mouth to mouth. Usually, if a persons state was made aware to those back at HQ, that was a bad thing, often that poor soul was injured, dead, or MIA. Much to the nurse's dismay, someone she did know's condition had been passed along to her; Captain Levi's. Obviously, the unstoppable man was not dead, only injured. Deep down, Angel knew that because he was hurt, she couldn't rest easily, although she was not a Captain herself, but instead a Team Leader, she was still often in his presence and cared for him as much as she did for the others she nursed, so was determind to wait for him.

It took an embarassing amount of time for her to rise to both feet, cross the room to the counter and seize hold of a delicate teacup she had seen only the Captain use before, intending to make a cup of the hot beverage as the troops would soon be returning, the apparently few injured with them.

Minutes ticked by as her shadow stood illuminated by the moon, teacup clutched in shaking hand as the other kept a firm grasp on the wooden surface bellow. It was silent, which was to be expected of the quarters at 2:35 in the morning, all until a loud smash and a quiet gasp broke the peace. Where a cup had once been now marked the destruction of such precious item. It was then that Angel finally realised how much she was destroying herself by pushing herself past the normal limits of sleep. Admittedly, she was about to give into the shade beneath her eyes until she turned around and saw the figure gripping onto the door frame.

#i love you all so much... (r.p)

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wqbytop150 · 11 months

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WQBY

Top100 for the week ending June 18, 2023 Determind by Spotify active plays for the week. .Weather or not I agree with final results.

Where You Are---John Summit, Hayla -2

High Heels - Party Down Under----Flo Rida, Walker Hayes, *Sam Feldt remix -16

Sparks---Meduza, DEL-30, Mali-Koa -18

Sweet Goodbye----Robin Schulz, *Svidden remix -3

One Time---Kyle Walker -20

Seasons---Bebe Rexha, Dolly Parton -11

Misbehave---Ship Wrek, Disco Lines -9

Take Me Home----VAVO, Clara Mae -21

The Way----Manchester Orchestra -15

I Feel Love---Freya Ridings -26

Crying On The Dancefloor---Sam Feldt, Jonas Blue, Endless Summer, Violet Days -14

Submarine---Seeb, BANNERS, SUPER Hi -4

Feel This Good---Sigala, Mae Muller, Caity Baser, Stefflon Don -10

Pwdr Blu----Kx5 f/ Brother -1

Happy---NF -6

Upside Down----MEDUZA, Poppy Baskcomb -22

If We Ever Broke Up---Mae Stephens -19

Borderline---Tove Lo -5

Dressed For A Funeral---Groupthink, Sunday Scaries -71

Waterfall---Michael Schulz, R3HAB -8

Part Of Me---Cian Ducrot -28

Pearls----Jessie Ware -13

***Sickly Sweet---Kenzie, *Kyle Walker remix -(new)

***Miami----Lola Audreys, Nile Rodgers -(new)

Waffle House---The Jonas Brothers -17

Rhyme Dust---MK & Dom Dolla -12

Jacare---Sofi Tukker -7

Gone (Da da Da)----Imanbek, Jay Sean -23

Die For A Night---A R I Z O N A -66

Sweat---ESSEL -30

Stereo---SUN SUM, Sly Chance -24

Reborn---SIDEPIECE, *Kyle Walker remix -29

Something's Coming----Cheat Codes, Lady A -33

Church Outfit---Poppy -35

Chemical----Post Malone -27

No One Dies For Love---Tove Lo -38

Here We Go Again----Oliver Tree, David Guetta -25

Hungry Heart---Steve Aoki, Galantis, Hayley Kiyoko -32

Just The Kinda Feeling----Yotto, Lost Boy -31

Begin Again----Jessie Ware -40

This Is What Losing Someone Feels Like----JVKE -46

So Many Ways To Get Downtown---Proxima Parada -39

Hey Little Mama---Morgan Evans -41

Hooked---Sam Short -43

Good Time---The Dare -34

Dancing In The Courthouse-- -Dominic Fike -47

Back To You---Bob Moses, Amtrac -49

Say Say Saay---Kygo, Michael Jackson, Paul McCartney -50

Dancing All Alone---Morgan Page, TELYKAST -42

Everything You Have Done---GENESI, MEDUZA -44

<>Lost Souls----Jeffery Sutorius, Jay Hardway -(re entry)

Broken---Isak Danielson, Lost Frequencies -53

To Many Things----The Linda Lindas -54

Don't Give Up---Zoe Wees -55

Change---LAUREL -56

Left & Right----Ownboss, FAST BOY -37

Sleepwalking---Matt Sassari, Goodboys -57

Psychos---Jenny Lewis -58

It's Euphoric---Georgia -59

<>Something Like This---Chet Faker -(re entry)

Puppet On A String ---Abe Parker -89

Revelations---ZHU, Devault, BabyJake -62

The One----INJI -88

Stars---PNAU, Bebe Rexha, Ozunu -63

Won't Forget These Days---Fury In The Slaugherhouse, *VIZE remix -72

What A Life---Dave Aude, Jeffery James -73

Killer Queen---Robin Schulz, FLO BO RIVA -85

***Disco Ball Soul----Rebounder -(new)

Gangster---W&W, VINAI -74

***Bad----Young Bombs, Discrete, Alex Hosking -(new)

***Would You Even Know----Audien, William Black, Tia Tia -(new)

***Mourning---Post Malone -(new)

Don't Call Me----Sloushii, Leah Kate -68

End Of Time---Zara Larson -69

Back Around---Tiesto, AR/CO -96

Blood & Sugar----Boys Like Girls -70

***Feel Your Ghost---Tiesto, Mathame -(new)

No Sleep---Regard, Ella Henderson -67

***Strangely Sentimental ----Anabel Englund -(new)

Bleach (Move On)----Cash Cash -79

Just Alone---Heartaake -80

Voodoo----Gorgon City -64

Back To This----Matt Sassari, Soshy -78

***All For Love---Felix Jaehn, Sandro Cavazza -(new)

***Padam Padam---Kylie Minogue -(new)

***Tough (The Girls Song)---Will Linley -(new)

***Over The Moon---Eddie Benjamin -(new)

Queencard----(G)I-DEL -82

***Tattoos & Therapy----Madilyn Bailey, Madilyn -(new)

***On The Glamour---Aluna, Pablo Vittar, MNEK, Eden Prince -(new)

<>River---Mylie Cyrus -(re entry)

I'm Not Dead Yet---Mike Posner -90

***Your Mind Is Dirty---Mau P -(new)

***What The Hell Are We Dying For---Shawn Mendez -(new)

***Mantra----Azzecca -(new)

Welcome To Dinna----Francis Mercier, Black Uhuru -81

***Unhealthy---Anne-Marie, Shania Twain -(new)

A Year Ago---James Arthur -93

Heaven---Niall Horan -36

<>Bright Lights----Kx5, f/ AR/CO -(re entry)

#alwayshappymusic

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mi6021caitlanh100 · 2 years

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Continuing on my research from this artical I found it interesting looking into the “Five Big Factors” rule that most games use throughout the video game industry. It uses these things listed in each screen shot to determind the storyline. I want to also note here at the end of most story games it lists each player decision they had to make and shows a percentage of the amount of people who chose which thing (as seen on the image attached). This shows the game developers what their target audience is interested in and how they can improve their games to fit what their target audience wants. I have also attached an image from the steam website that lists the choices from the walking dead telltale game to show how the player can determine the storyline.

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gopher-jade · 2 years

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i dunno, something about the because of you CG just makes it miss the mark. all the CGs before this had a lot of weight before them and all those moments and character development would flash before my eyes as i watched. a prime example is everlasting flames, and the comments section being filled with people analysing the hell out of it.

it's not to say that because of you didn't have any emotional weight behind it - the flame chasers all have very interesting backgrounds and struggles. but they don't feel very relevant in the CG? it's just so wholly focus on how cute ely is and how determind ely is that she and her friends get a nice send off. like that's it. there's no future after the end of the CG. you can't take away anything from here except for how cute and wonderful ely is. final lesson? you have himeko's devastating sacrifice that traumatised captains and kiana for years. seele? you have her and veliona working together at last. shattered samsara? fu hua finally allows herself to be happy. regression? a very powerful glimpse into otto's regrets and struggles and kallen being saved. what the hell even happened in because of you? the most memorable instance for me is 1. ely being cute 2. "didn't we already say? no more looking back!" now number 2 is pretty important and poignant, but it doesnt... it doesn't really add anything to the story or mean anything since the whole lot of them are, you know, dead. there's nothing waiting for them up ahead. mei isn't even in the CG.

tldr; i love ely but mhy's focus on her being cute and charismatic kind of made the flamechaser arc fall flat at the end

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imdreaminadream · 3 years

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Phrases you've actually been writing wrong.

( - This is not to be taken as an attack, I understand english my not be everyone's first language. This is purely meant to be helpful. - )

• Dead set

It's not dead stead, or any variation like that. It's dead set

Meaning : You're determind to do something.

In a sentence : "They were dead set on making them pay for what they had done."

• I couldn't care less

It's not I could care less. That implies that actually you do care alot therefore could acutally care less but you don't. It's I couldn't care less.

Meaning : That you've reached the lowest point of caring, you don't care anymore, therefore it's impossible for you to care less

In a sentence :

"You know he's got a new girlfriend?"

"I couldn't care less about him and his new girlfriend."

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Hello, could you write a fluff Five x reader where they got married in secret while in the 60s and the siblings realize after seeing the couple being cute together and they think it's adorable how in love Five is ?

Please, love ur blog 😊💖

Summary: Five Hargreeves enjoyed the sixties a lot more then he originally thought he would.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x criminal!reader

Warnings: none

Note: I added so many details because I love this concept LMAO. also I don’t know how I would be able to make them married because he’s in a 13 year old body??? but yeah I tried djddoidjkijsds 💖

“Hey, stop right there!” the cashier of Manny’s Groceries shouted, grabbing everybody’s attention.

But she didn’t stop.

She turned around and flipped the worker off, then ran faster out of the scene and she completely disappeared by the time the police had arrived. And besides, they didn’t have much to go by. The girl was wearing a large hoodie with leggings and converse. It was pointless.

That girl was none other then Y/N L/N, a 13 year old ‘criminal’ who lived on the main floor of an apartment building without anyone knowing. However, mentally, she was 60. A long time ago, her body was frozen by her parents because the girl suffered from a sickness that didn’t have a cure. Just recently she was unfrozen and given the cure, but her parents had died and now she’s all alone, stealing from stores just to survive.

Y/N arrived in the apartment building and practically collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. Looking through the bag, she was relieved to find her favorite item: waffles. She would eat those delicious things if they were stepped on by the worlds dirtiest pair of boots. The starving girl stuffed about 3 in her mouth, being sure to swallow it down with a water bottle she had found on the ground outside. It wasn’t the best life to live, but it certainly wasn’t the worst.

She gazed at the clock on the wall. Shit! Y/N was going to be late. Getting up and running towards Elliot Gussman’s door, she was surprised to see that it was open. That paranoid man always locked his door.

You could say that Y/N was Elliot’s friend, or you could say that she was really interested in his crazy theories he makes up. Either way, it’s still fun.

“Elliot?” she called, holding the box of waffles like it was a weapon. The ruffling noise in the room had got quiet, and Y/N gulped. “Hey, if it’s not a good time, then-”

Suddenly, a boy that appeared her age was in front of her in a flash of blue. She was so taken aback that she fell over. However, she caught herself and the boy furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly impressed.

“Do you know Elliot?” He asked, weary of her every move. She scoffed, deciding to be sarcastic towards him.

“No, I just happened to walk into the room calling Elliot. Elliot as in my dead cat. Have you seen him, by the way? He’s ab-”

He covered her mouth with his hand, rolling his eyes. Y/N was prepared though, and quickly bit down causing the boy to scream curses, letting go. She ran to Elliot.

“You okay? What happened? Did he hurt you?” She asks frantically, checking for injuries. Y/N would never let the only person who treated her with respect get hurt.

“No, It’s fine. We’re fine.” He responds in a panicked voice. Too panicked. She looks back at the boy who’s smirking at her.

“Yeah. Let the adults talk, okay princess?”

The 3 of them sat in Elliot’s living room. He was explaining his theories to the boy (named Five, out of all the names to exist) and he was very interested in the theories Elliot was talking about, except he actually believed them. One them being how the man saw people come out of ‘black holes’ in the exact same spot at different time periods. He was SO interested, in fact, that he offered to look for them.

That made Y/N suspicious.

Very suspicious.

After some very serious research (stalking) she had come to a conclusion that Five Hargreeves was from 2019 and he accidentally teleported his family to different parts of 1963 and were now determind to get back to their original home. It intruiged her a lot if she was being completly honest. Luckily, Elliot had eventually made a little room for her to stay in and Five was often there. So, her and Elliot were officially “part of the gang” as some people would put it.

After some time, Five and her got along REALLY well. They were both incredibly smart (and both mentally the same age but that was past the point) and had the same hobbies and interests. It wasn’t long before a relationship had started.

Well, it wasn’t labeled. And they certainly weren’t friends. Friends don’t share secret kisses and hold hands under the table.

And they thought that they could keep it secret.

And for awhile, they did.

Luther and Diego entered the house to find a dead Elliot on a chair. They were both very saddened by this, but it quickly turned into concern when the two of them couldn’t find Y/N anywhere.

She was always with him.

So you can only imagine the panicked state Five was in when he came in.

“What do you MEAN you don’t know where she is?!” He seethed, looking around. “How is she not with him? She’s ALWAYS with him!”

“Five, I’m sure we’ll find her-”

“Your reassurance is useless. I’LL find her, not you imbeciles. Now do us all a favor and stay here and...behave please. I’ll be back whenever.” And with that being said he teleported away.

In honesty, Five wasn’t that worried. He knew exactly where she was. It was a hiding spot she would go to whenever she felt sad or nervous. He went there immediatley to find her in the fetal position in the corner, crying and covered with Elliot’s blood.

“Y/N?” He asked weakly. She looked at him.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Her voice broke. Five couldn’t bare to do anything but nod sadly, looking away.

“It’s my fault.” She muttered, barely audible for him to hear. “I...I watched them, Five. I watched 3 guys beat the absolute shit out of him...I did nothing. I just ran! Like an idiot! He would be alive if I had just been there! Bu-”

Then Five did something that she (and he) never thought he would do.

He wrapped his arms around her torso and hugged her.

For the most part, Five wasn’t an affectionate person. The only thing he would allow were small touches on the hand if he was scared (which wasn’t often) and pecks on the lips if he was really feeling it.

It took her by surprise, but she melted into it, letting tears fall into his shoulder. He let her go when he noticed that her breathing was finally back to normal.

“You okay?” He asked softly again, wiping the remaining tears off of her face with the pad of his thumbs. She sniffed and nodded, making him smile.

“Not that this isn’t adorable...which, it is, but Five? We gotta go!” Diego’s voice was heard in front of them. They both gasped, turning to him with red faces.

“What are YOU doing here?!” he seethed, helping Y/N up. He chuckled before holding out a tracking device that showed Five’s location.

“Just in case you decided to turn against us at some point, I had this.” He explained, a smirk planted on his face.

“Whatever, let’s go.” Five mumbled, walking out of the room, his face still a nice shade of red. However, Diego turned to the girl.

“Sorry about Elliot.” He ruffled her hair before exiting.

GUYS I KNOW THIS IS TRASH AND HER BACKSTORY DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE BUT BARE WITH ME HERE IM RUNNING ON 1 HOUR OF SLEEP AND CAFFEINE HFJKIUJHNDKIUJSK

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