#formatted on mobile so forgive me if it looks weird

[dollyslyfe]

୨୧

because I’m crazy,

baby,

I need you to come here and save me

[leggerefiore]

I Hope You Like poorly worded angst! Also, this was all done in mobile, I’m super sorry if anything is formatted strangely or misspelled.

Imagine you and your fiancé Ingo fall into Hisui together.

Sort of.

Because Arceus has deemed you the favorite faller, Ingo is dropped and becomes a part of Pearl Clan as the game normally dictates. A few years down the road, you find yourself on Prelude Beach with your memories intact.

You start working for the Galaxy Team, making strides and building a powerful team as soon as possible. But you remember all the advantages and technology the future held; the trainers, the beauty contests, the bonds people and Pokémon shared. You recalled these memories openly at the beginning, but once other members started calling you crazy, you decided it was best to keep mum.

The rumors about how Galaxy Team’s newest recruit is an loon quickly spread, but because you have already built a formidable Pokémon team and solved several issues Jubilife Village was plagued with for the longest time, your positives outweighed any negatives.

The whispers and pointing were inescapable, you found peace in working on the Pokédex and letting Professor Laventon do the talking.

He asked about the ring on your finger, you tell him it is from a dear friend you are looking for.

And then one day, your friend knocks on your door, and you are speechless. He looks worn and tired but it is Ingo! Alive! You find your voice and practically launch yourself at the man, he catches you with the most bewildered look his hard face will muster and holds you out at arms length.

You must be mistaken, this is Warden Ingo of Pearl Clan. Not this Subway Boss Ingo, you have the wrong guy.

Your heart drops to a cold place. Leader Irida introduces you two properly, you apologize for the misunderstanding and he forgives you. You see he no longer has his ring.

You give a small smile but excuse yourself to prepare for the next mission. Behind the closed door of your home, you break.

But the game goes on! You have to quell the frenzied noble, and Ingo leads you up the mountain. Maybe Jubilife Village thought you crazy, but he is also from the future. Maybe if you can just jog his memory a little, he’ll remember everything! Unova, his twin, the subway line, you! This nightmare can be over and you two can work together to get back home!

Your plan hit a snag when you see a familiar glint in a torch hold. Ingo’s ring, smashed and used to keep the hold in place. He stops reminiscing of muddled memories and watches you in utter confusion as you rip the unsteady hunk of metal down and retrieve the item. You see that Ingo looks unnerved at your actions; you apologize for your second outburst but you fear he might leave you if you keep acting crazy.

Dutifully, Ingo gets back on track up the mountain. Fighting back tears you listen to him and mentally connect the dots, and as gently as you could with the time you had together, offered hints and tidbits so he may do the same.

A man that looked like him? Could that have been a twin? A Pokémon that wielded flames with mastery, maybe like your Typhlosion! Oh wait Hidden Moves? You know what those are!

Once you defeat him in your battle, and see a spark in his eye, you feel as though you might have made a break through with him! Was that recollection? Did he remember you?

Your over eagerness betrays you, his face drops into concern and now he is the one apologizing, “I’m sorry, but your comments .. Do not sit right with me. I know you mean well enough..”

He doesn’t remember you.

Ingo finishes up his duty to bring you up the mountain in distant silence and then quickly excused himself, clearly weirded out by what you had said to him.

And all you can do is look at the flatted ring and remember what he can not.

You dedicate all your time and energy into what Arceus promised you. ‘Seek out all Pokemon, and thou shalt find me once more’. Surely it can fix this problem. You plunge yourself into saving the land of Hisui at all costs, and a mantra begins to march strong in your brain.

Every strained muscle, every callous, every cut, bruise, and scar, it was to get to the God of all Pokémon so you can ask to go back home and bring everything back to normalcy. You have Pokémon and friends who no doubt miss you, you had a life put on hold that you had to get back to.

When you fixed Ingo’s ring back into something that vaguely resembled a circle, you put it on a necklace with it’s twin, and stay out of the Warden’s way to save him peace of mind.

And the game still goes on! You quell the remaining noble and for your troubles, you are banished from the village you worked so hard to protect. A break from the rumors of the ‘strange crackpot outsider’ but the real work begins while searching for the Lake Trio and obtaining the red chain.

Not even Palkia and Dialga could keep you from your goal.

The months or maybe even years are hard, but you have your new Pokémon team, Professor Laventon and Rei to keep you sane. You stay quiet in public but you have hope and new friends.

And then Volo leads you on the quest to retrieve every elemental plate, and reveals that he was behind everything. The frenzied nobles, the space time rifts, Giratina’s appearance, all of it.

Incensed by this news, you lead a Pokémon battle that even in his wildest dreams Volo could have never hoped to win. Your bond with your team has them feeling just as enraged as you are. Giratina’s second form falls not long after the battle ends.

But it is not without flight.

As you make your way to confront Volo, the renegade Pokémon lashes out in escape, it’s claw burying itself deep in your front. Before the pain hits you, you see your necklace snapped. You see your ring next to Ingo’s, now cracked and broken as well.

Before you hear calls of your name, you gather the damaged rings and let the dark swarm and swallow you up.

When you finally, finally come too, you are in a completely unfamiliar place. There is a beeping at your side from some kind of machine, and the lights buzz over ahead while someone in a white coat talks to you about how you were found.

Shows you your new facial and chest wounds and scars, and how to treat them.

The nurses allow visitors and you are surprised you have any; a fashionable young woman and two similarly looking men come in. As the group gently talk and try to bring you out of your shell, you see one of the men is holding the misshapen rings and your eyes go wide.

You lunge and plead for him to give those back.

You have no idea why, you can’t explain it, but you need to keep those safe. They are so important, please just give them back!!

The stoic looking man finally breaks at your words.

You don’t remember him.

can the egg boy quit causing problems for one minute lol

really nice read though!!!

also ingo was devastated when he remembered everything and realised he used his wedding band in such a way. the malewife won't forgive himself.

[cassandra-goths-wife]

Pride Month Writing Challenge, Day 28: Bliss (Pascal Curious/Nervous Subject)

Once again, another iconic ship. My take on the nature of their relationship is a little different than most, hope y’all will forgive me for that one.

Just a little note on Nervous’ name. The game calls him Nervous Subject, but in reality I don’t think they call him anything. I don’t think he knows what his real name is. Not until someone does a little digging, that is. So he’ll be nameless here.

Sorry for weird formatting, I’m posting on mobile again.

—

This, Pascal thought, is what pure bliss feels like.

Pascal watched as his friend tapped one of the toys dangling above Tycho’s head with his long, bony pointer finger. Pascal was overcome with joy as his son smiled, reaching his little hands upward in

They didn’t have a word to describe what this relationship was. Saying they were “dating” wasn’t quite right, but saying they were “just friends” wasn’t right either. It was somewhere in between those two terms, if that made any sense. They’d decided friend was a more comfortable term for now.

Pascal took the opportunity to tickle Tycho’s stomach, chuckling as he kicked out his legs in response. Pascal looked at his friend, who looked back at him. They smiled with a shared sense of pride.

At the end of the day, Pascal supposed that this mutual sense of caring was all that mattered, regardless of whether or not he had the exact words to describe how he was feeling.

[chocolatelover314]

So, after playing Pokémon violet (STELLAR –pun intended- game), I started playing let’s go Pikachu again.

I’ve never actually finished it or any Kanto game (please forgive me) but today I was determined to beat it! I found something strange though.

I was revisiting the Pokémon tower because of some weird side quest from that creepy NPC in the Articuno cave and I decided to try out some old playground rumor.

I don’t know if it’s that well known, so I'll say how it went:

You fill your party with only Ghastlys and approach both sides of the “purified and protected space”

with the player and support trainer, then... Something will happen?

Well, I decided to test that out.

Here are some strange happenings:

•My right joycon couldn’t run to the left which meant I had to properly lean into it to get anywhere fast which made it really annoying because I'd run too far into Pokémon and waste time :/ (I usually play with pro controller so I don’t know if that’s normal or not)

•My Pikachu looked sad or worried when I interacted with it before even getting to Lavendar town

•When I was catching a few Ghastlys to test it, the room started spawning only large haunters (is this alluding somehow?)

So, I set up all of my Ghastlys

And went to the “protected and purified space”

And then attempted it with the support trainer.

So, not only did my game crash, my switch crashed. I opened it up a bit later to play splatoon

but it wouldn’t turn on until I manually changed the cartridges, weird

I'll update soon when I'm not busy as there are big auditions for a thing tomorrow (wish me luck please)

Also sorry if this is weirdly formatted, I'm new to tumblr and on mobile lol.

[owlixx]

Call of Duty: Operation Redial

Hey so basically I’ve been (re)playing every Call of Duty campaign since I hit the temporary max level in the newest one. I’ve been taking extensive notes on my phone so I figured I may as well post them here too. Forgive me for the bad formatting below, this is all copy pasted from my phone notes and the below is from a table that looks much nice there.

The Games:

CoD Classic PS3 Solo

Finest Hour GCN Solo

Call of Duty 2 PC? Solo

BRO GCN Solo

Call of Duty 3 PS3 Solo

R to V PSP Solo

CoD4MW Wii Squad

Cod4 DS DS Solo

WaW PS3 Coop Z Beat

WaW FF PS2 Solo

WaW DS DS Solo Z

MW2 PS3 Spec Beat

Mobilized DS Solo

BO1 PS3 Solo ZB Beat

BO DS DS Solo Z

MW3 PC/PS3 Spec S Beat

Defiance DS Solo

BO2 PC/PS3 Solo ZB Beat

declassified Vita Solo

Ghosts PS3 Solo ZB

AW PS3 Solo ZB

BO3 Xbox Coop ZB

IW Xbox Solo ZB

WWII Xbox Solo ZB

BO4 Xbox None? ZB

MW19 ? Solo B Beat

BOCW Xbox/PC Solo ZB

vanguard Xbox Solo ZB

MW2 Xbox Solo B Beat

MW3 Xbox/PC Solo ZB Beat

I’ve already beaten:

WaW, MW2, BO1, BO2 from the old days, but did later beat MW3 on PC

MW19, MW2, MW3 from recently

So the big stretches of new content for me are COD1-4 and Ghosts-WW2 (plus BOCW|Vanguard)

20 main games.

3 console spin-offs.

7 handheld games.

1 expansion pack (that I’m skipping)

Phase 1: the before times (1-4)

Phase 2: golden era (WaW-bo2)

Phase 3: dark ages (ghosts-ww2)

Phase 4: final push (bocw-vanguard)

Coop:

4 (Wii)

WaW

MW2/3 (Specops)

BO3

Zombies:

WaW (nacht, verruckt, shi no numa, der riese)

WaW DS (limited)

BO1 (kino, five, ascension, COTD, shangrila, moon)

BO DS (limited)

MW3 (Survival)

BO2 (tranzit, die rise, origins, buried, botd, nuke)

Ghosts (extraction)

AW (exo zombies)

BO3 (sins of the empire plus chronicles)

IW (zombies in spaceland)

BO4 (titanic, Rome, Alcatraz)

WWII (nazi zombies)

BOCW (that snowy map, outbreak, survival)

Vanguard (basically outbreak, shi no numa)

MW3 (MWZ)

From My Memory:

WaW: serviceable but can’t remember a ton besides sniper mission, beach flares, flamethrower, reznov

Modern warfare 2: snow mission, ghost, burger town, no Russian. Maybe remember spec ops more honestly. Shepherd betrayal for sure.

black ops: I remember reznov but not much else honestly

Modern warfare 3: I remember the juggernaut ending mostly, plus the shoe horned Paris gas attack mission. Submarine spec ops?

Black ops 2: the Vietnam intro, the sniper mission, branching paths, drones, old man in wheelchair, weird RTS sections

Ghosts: dog? Barely started this one

Advanced warfare: just remember Kevin spacey and 3D printing gun, exo suits

BO3: only ever did the first mission

IW: I remember the parade getting crashed and the robot guy

BO4: boooooo

[dredgenshrike-defunct]

"Northwest Gothic"

@unlikelyandco

Runswick- A guardian settlement off the shores of what used to be the Pacific Northwest. A town where nature ate back what humanity had stole from it, and where Guardians who could no longer call the tower their home always had a spot in as long as they could do their part. It was homey, with different kinds of cabins patched and fixed up- all in various stages of repair or disrepair. The outside was guarded by trees so thick you could barely see your own hand in their darkness on one side, and a coastal cliff on the other.

For Emmett, it had been a type of homebase since he could remember leaving. Beagle was an old tower friend who had long since decided that tower life was no life for him- and when he heard the Dredgen had been forced to leave, he offered him a place in turn for his hands in help. From there he found what may have been a new fireteam if he actually liked them- or atleast some more allies on the field.

He had invited Zorya to spend some time in the town if she had time- a month doing bounties meant he got a nice payoff in a day or two of a break. He had given her coordinates of a landing zone. At the moment he had been working on the astral horizon- the Guardian's had had a certain attunement that he needed to work on so he could attune it to himself.

His house wasn't hard to find though- it looked fairly normal, save for the...Shrike feathers lining the top of the porch in decoration and the long, burnt staff slammed into the ground in the front yard. It was in a shadier area mostly blocked by trees. A "keep out" sign was hung by the door. Seemed Emmett tried to be as intimidating with his house as his armor.

[mmmonie]

I have obey me brain rot and I physically cannot take it anymore so here are some random HCS I fucking busted out about demons under the read more (and some angel stuff thrown in. For fun. Spice is the variety of life or whatever) I formatted this on mobile so forgive me for my crimes pls..... 😔

Also as an fyi I have never written anything in my life <3 (and also I’m dyslexic) so if something sounds stupid I’m sorry lol <3 also I’m sure u can tell but I never know where to put commas so if that bothers u........sorry again lol

*There are (at least) two demonic languages: one is a bit like Latin albeit way more fucked up. The second one is spoken only. A human can learn to understand both but the second one requires a lot of concentration to discern due to the subtlety in the growls, clicks and other noises demons are capable of making. It’s also very dependent on body language, especially in demonic form.

*It would be nearly impossible for a human to be fluent in the second one because of that. (unless you’re like. A really good mimic?)

* the second one is the oldest language. The new language and it’s written counterpart are derived from it with a little twist, so you’ll still hear some interesting noises thrown in there. It would take some dedication to learn, though the written part is fairly easy once you get the hang of it. It was made to be read quickly and efficiently. The speaking part however...................good luck.

* Demons and angels can instantly pick up human languages including reading and writing. Wouldn’t do you much good to be summoned in like. Germany and not know the language LOL

* Demons purr LOL you can’t click and growl and NOT purr. Like cats, it is both a happy thing and a self soothing thing.

* There is a slight difference between a happy purr and a self soothing purr, but the difference depends entirely on the demon.

* Demons (and angels) are nearly impossible to kill. It’s also very hard to damage them in any meaningful way. They also heal very quickly, so even if you did get a good hit on one, if they managed to get away chances are they’d heal in a matter of hours.

* Stronger demons like the brothers are even MORE impervious to damage. The amount of times Beel’s reached into the oven barehanded just to pop a piping hot cookie in his mouth is insane. He swears it’s the best way to eat them.

* Angels are very stiff but very physically powerful. They have a lot of control over their bodies and are trained from a young age to be able to wield that power responsibly.

* Demons on the other hand are incredibly flexible and bounce back easily. Though your average demon might not be the same physical strength as an angel, they have agility on their side. Angels are heavy hitters where demons rely on their ability to strike multiple times very quickly.

* This was a very weird transition for the brothers, though the amount of strength they had barely changed between realms. Fallen angels don’t change that much strength wise, but a little bit is burned up in the fall (to protect themselves.)

* Angels may be strong but demons also posses a massive amount of strength and have to learn to control it over time. This is known as a “juvenile phase” but it happens at different ages depending on how they were born. Fallen angels do not go through this as they have already learned to keep a grip on their power. Do I have an entire separate post ready about this bc I just couldn’t shut up? Maybe...

* There are four ways of being “born” a demon. Fallen angels, half demons, human borns and natural demons.

* Humans can choose to be turned into demons, but it is a very painful process and they won’t be able to gain any strength, what they get is what the get. They are referred to as “human born” and were considered the lowest of the humanoid demons until Diavolo came into power.

* Human born used to just be made whenever by whoever but that caused problems. Demons would make human borns and then just leave them to flounder about by themselves in an unknown territory. Diavolo’s father put an end to that during his reign, but “accidents” still happen. Now you have to do paperwork if you want to turn your human friend/lover into a demon lol.

* The ceremony for turning humans into demons is incredibly complex, which is why banning making human born unless given permission is less of a problem than you’d think.

* Half demons are just that, they’re only half demon. Most are half human but there are a few other kinds of magical creatures mixed in there. They aren’t as strong as a natural demon nor a fallen angel but they can gain power through their other ancestry. Many of them specialize in unique kinds of magic.

* Half human/demon children aren’t as rare as you’d think they are. This is due to the fact that demons have all sorts of ways to keep a demonic baby alive. Ranging from shapeshifting and (magically) taking the baby themselves once it’s grown enough to handle the transition to various forms of potions and spells to help a human along.

* Half demons and natural demons have the luxury of being born already (mostly) acclimated to the devildom, making some of the transitions that come with a demons lifespan easier on them than human born and fallen angels.

* Angels are taught to control/ignore their instincts where demons are taught to rely on/embrace theirs. Because demonic instincts often work against the things taught in the celestial realm fallen angels have a hard time adjusting to their new environment. Though, as their sins overtake them, their instincts become easier to fall back on.

* Demons have multiple forms, not just the two shown in game. All in all, the brothers have 5, each becoming less and less humanoid.

* Half/human born demons are more likely to have both a tail and wings in their first demonic form. Stronger demons like the brothers are merely showing off the strongest of the two, but everyone has both. (Bc I think they slap LOL *points* u get a tail and wings! *u get a tail and wings*)

* •a demons features can be influenced by what sin they are, but it’s not a hard or fast rule. Don’t be surprised if a demon who looks more akin to Mammon is actually a Sloth demon.***this does not apply to little Ds who’s look is entirely dependent on their sin. Little Ds are an entirely separate conversation 😈

* human borns/half demons can have two sins assigned to them, though this makes them less powerful in both. Usually there is a more prominent sin.

* Diavolo’s rule has helped quite a bit with bringing humans into a new better light, and many natural born demons who haven’t been able to interact with the human realm have become increasingly curious about humans and the way they work. Much of this is due to media that was brought from the human world to sedate Dia’s intense curiosity.

* In the eyes of many older demons, humans are merely playthings and it is expected that most demons will eventually mate with at least one other demon. A human and a demon dating is seen as just infatuation on the demons part, and it’s often thought that there are no real feelings behind a relationship like that. However there have been/are many successful and happy human/demon relationships.

* Demons don’t really have a concept of marriage. They live so long there really isn’t a point to tying yourself to one single person (or a few people) However, that’s not to say that there aren’t relationships like that. There are binding ceremonies for expressing love and devotion to other beings and it has its own unique culture.

* though the gates to the human realm are still technically closed and have been for a long time, demons can still be summoned by witches (sorcerers, wizards, warlocks, whatever you call yourself.) They can also be successfully summoned if you are not a magic user, however this is rare and often can go wrong, much like horror movies.

* Summoning very powerful demons like the brothers is incredibly hard even for an extremely experienced magic user, so often the demon you get claiming to be Satan really isn’t LOL. There are demons who are actually assigned to go to summonings in the place of the seven lords of hell, but many demons will just take on the role to fuck around with whomever summoned them. You think a prince of hell has time to just go possess some object or person for fun? (Ok...Mammon Satan and Belphie might.......if they’re bored enough LOL)

* Demons are actually relatively cuddly creatures. They might be a little rough with strangers but base instincts with family members will always be to coddle rather than fight. They’re more like humans in that right.

* Angels don’t do much casual touching, they’re very uptight. Beel and Belphie being as close as they are was a bit of an oddity in the celestial realm. That’s not to say angels don’t need causal touch lol just that they were trained to avoid that “temptation”.

* the brothers had a hard time starting out in the Devildom because of this. They still have a hard time with casual touches, which is why they seem so touched starved with the MC.

Things I might elaborate on later:

* There is a difference between demons, incubi and succubi but it’s not what you think it is.

* Demons, angels and humans all have very different takes on gender.

* The juvenile phase (DO not tempt me I wrote out like 1000 words about it bc I couldn’t shut the fuck up)

* Animals in the Devildom are fucked up. I WILL fucking talk about this bc it’s my passion.

* Pacts and how they work..........

* Maybe I’ll also elaborate on the hierarchy/power structure of demons sometimes 

[kijobaby]

Oh would you look at that another lil short story about me and Envy being awkward idiots with eachother

I did this in mobile so pls forgive any weird formatting stuff lol

Plot: Kijo has a variety of weird, useless information from The Other Side. Sometimes, Envy finds entertainment in it. Other times, it's just a bit too introspective.

" What are you doing now? "

Envy's tone held its usual incredulous pitch as they addressed Kijo. She was hanging upside off the side of her bed, staring into her palm with a bored expression. Her eyes glanced up at them,

" I'm reading my palm. "

Envy quirked a brow before leaning over, their eyes investigating her hand,

" I don't see any words, " they scoffed. Kijo's eyes practically rolled into the back of her head; she swung her legs over her head and then righted herself into a squat, her dark hair falling around her as she looked over her shoulder at them,

" No, idiot, I'm reading the lines on it. It's an old fortune telling thing."

Envy found irony in her calling them an idiot when she was trying to decipher the folds in her palms, but they'd been down this path before. The last time, it was the stars in the sky and something about how Envy was definitely a Scorpio. Whatever the Hell that meant.

Still, Kijo always grew amusingly defensive when it came to her weird Other Side of the Gate knowledge, so Envy couldn't help but poke and prod,

" Is it telling you that I'm about to flick you in the head? "

" Huh? "

Kijo yelped when Envy's middle finger prodded her between the eyes and she fell back on her butt. She gritted her teeth,

" You're such an ass. "

Envy smirked and plopped down onto Kijo's bed, throwing their right leg over the other.

"Explain how it works."

Kijo groaned, " No, you're just gonna rag on it and not listen anyways."

Envy's cheeks puffed out and they lurched forward, their voice raising defensively, " am not! Now tell me how it works!"

Kijo squinted at them before she finally relented. She stuck out her hand, " give me your palm."

Envy hesitated.

" I can't explain it to you until you do."

It wasn't like... Envy was shy, or anything. The idea of the human touching them just made them want to crawl out of their skin. But... Kijo's hands were cool and soft, and Envy's skin tingled as she held their hand. She leaned forward, curiously tracing over the shape of their palm and fingers. Envy felt their cheeks heat up and just as they were about to shove her away, Kijo spoke,

" You have a water hand."

" What... Does that even mean?"

" It means you're sensitive."

Envy almost smacked her right in the mouth. She laughed when she noticed them tense up,

" You just proved me right, y'know."

" Whatever! "

" If it helps, I have a water hand too. See?" She held her hand up, " we both have long palms and long fingers. "

" Hmph...."

Kijo snickered and turned her attention back to Envy's hand. Admittedly, she wasn't super well rehearsed in chiromancy, and it'd been awhile since she'd last practiced, but she was making do with what she DID remember.

" This one right here is your Life Line. See how yours is all broken up? It means you've got a fighting spirit."

Envy's chest immediately puffed up, " that's right, I do!"

Geez, maybe you should've been Pride, Kijo shook her head.

" This is your head line. It's pretty short. That means you're super hot headed."

" Now you're just saying that. "

" Huh? No, I'm not."

Envy growled, grabbed her hand, " let me see -- ahah! Yours is short! That means you're hot headed too! "

Kijo pulled her hand back and huffed, " I'm supposed to be reading your palm, not the other way around! Knock it off or I'll stop!"

It didn't matter at that point. Envy seemed satisfied with the fact they both had a similar head line, so they just hummed with a smirk on their lips. Kijo grumbled.

" Anyways. This is your heart line. It's obvious what that means. Honestly, I'm surprised you have one."

" Watch yourself, brat. "

Kijo stuck out her tongue but she returned her focus to reading Envy's palm,

" This line says you're an over thinker. You're very analytical and spend a lot of time questioning your feelings."

Envy didn't have a witty remark about that. Instead, their cheeks were warm for a second time that afternoon. And as she expected, they were turning the attention on to her,

" Well, what's yours then? "

" Hmmm, if I remember, mine meant I was some sort of idealist. Like, something about how I expect too much from my partners."

"Hah, like you expect them to fill a void in you or something? "

Kijo suddenly went quiet. Her eyes remained trained on Envy's hand, but her fingers had stopped tracing the lines in it.

" Something like that. "

There was an awkward tension before Kijo tapped the beginning of the heart line, giggling, " by the way, these little arrow looking things mean you're a jealous person. Totally didn't see that one coming."

" Fuck off. "

" Alright, alright. The last one is your fate line. Aaannndd.... That's right here! In the middle of your palm. See how you have a bunch of little ones? That means you can't settle on anything. Your fate is always changing cause you're constantly on the move. Or.... Something like that. I honestly don't remember that much. "

Envy snorted as Kijo finally released their palm back to them. Their skin still tingled from where she'd touched, but they tried to not think about it too much,

" Well, then show me yours. "

Kijo blinked before Envy suddenly leaned down, snatching her hand. She went to protest but Envy had an iron grip and they already had her palm extended up towards the ceiling,

" Oi, you don't have fate line."

" I don't? "

Kijo looked down at her hand in surprise. She swore she'd had one before. But Envy was right -- the crease in the middle of her palm was gone, and all she saw was smooth skin. She wasn't sure... What that meant, exactly. But Envy was now staring at her palm, making comments like, "heh, see, hot headed! You totally are!" and " what does this line mean?" but Kijo wasn't listening too intently. She felt her cheeks burn as Envy fiddled with her hands like a curious cat.

If I don't have a fate line... Does that mean I'm in charge of my own fate? She looked up at Envy's face, her cheeks tingling, does that mean.... There's a chance?

" Hey, you have more arrow lines than me! Are you -- you're the jealous type too! "

"What? Oh -- hey, give me my hand back!"

[devildomdoofus]

Winter Storm

Part 1

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[ angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, survival, near death experiences, mentions of blood/bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers ]]

Authors Note (sorry it’s long):

My sincerest apologies for how long you all had to wait!! I’m hoping what I’ve created was worth it. Because each brothers’ pieces were rather extensive especially being on mobile, I’ve decided to divide them into two parts where part one includes the four eldest brothers and part two includes the remaining. This is also to test the waters a bit and see if my writing style is decent enough to continue or if there are changes that need to be made before posting part two. Also, I purposefully wrote “cliffhangers” because I felt that, as reader, you should be able to decide MC’s fate for yourself according to your personal tastes/moods/etc. I hope it doesn’t come off as lazy.. it was intentional so that you may enjoy the content to the fullest and take it in the direction that you choose and not the author.CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! Good, bad, or indifferent, your feedback will help me write better for you in the future so you can enjoy my content to the upmost extent!! ALSO: If the spacing is weird with the paragraphs and such, I’m very sorry but for the time being, I have no idea how to fix that considering I’m on mobile and there’s only so much the app allows me to do. Anyway, I hope you all dig what I dish out! Thanks again for your patience, support, and understanding!! -DevildomDoofus

UPDATE (2-19-2021): Part 2 is out!! Unfortunately I don’t have enough content to make a master list quite yet but until then, forgive me, but you’ll have to search my blog using the hastag “devildomdoofus” or “my posts.” Don’t worry, I’ll get my blog in order eventually, I’m just a little slow with these kinds of things 😅 thank you for your patience and understanding!!

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue:

One word, a pair of twinkling eyes, and a pouty lip was all it took for you to convince him to vacation with you up in the human world. Maybe a few more ‘fluffy’ words and a bigger pout had to be used on Lucifer, as his paranoia was, more often times than not, justified by his brothers’ antics so... he needed further convincing.

When you two arrive at the cabin that you were to stay in for the week, you eyed the place over and it was rather beautifully decorated and cozy enough to never set foot outside for eternity, but with the wonderland that was just right outside your door, how could you not? By the celestial realm, it was like a dream. The ground was carpeted with fresh sheets or large comforters, rather of glistening white snow that reached just above your ankles, so soft to the touch that it could almost be compared to the cushy feel of Belphegor’s favorite pillow. The mighty mountains reach up to graze their fingers through the few clouds that wisp across the bluest skies... have they always been this blue? The nearby forest that towered over all, beckoned you to join them in their dance with the gentle wind. In other words, you HAD to explore! You set out on a solo trip to get aquatinted with your surroundings and take pictures to reminisce about later, while the one you came with unpacked your belongings to get rightfully settled in. You promised you wouldn’t wander far, just enough to really take in the scenery before venturing further out together. As a precaution, you dug markings on nearby trees as you tread and left stones in consistent, peculiar piles so that in the event of an emergency, any who might have to come looking for you would notice these things and easily be able to follow in your footsteps. Well, more or less, considering the clouds had secretly huddled up above you for another gentle snow shower and are now covering up your footprints. No worries though, right? You left plenty of stone piles and tree markings and you’re not even that far from the cabin. Someone could surely find you if you needed them to. You pushed onward, too entranced by the world around you to turn back now.

As time passed, storm clouds gathered faster than a pack of hungry wolves over a freshly fallen corpse and this became your cue to hurry home. To your dismay, you couldn’t find ANY of the markings you left on the trees or ANY of the stone piles you made. Ok, that’s not great but everything’s fine. The trick is to not panic. Maybe you just wandered a little farther of the beaten path than you realized. You’ll surely find your way back. As you searched high and low for your markings, the wind began to pick up, howling furiously in your ear and the once gently drifting little snowflakes became hardened, frosted hornets, stinging your face until they bit through your exposed skin and caused you to bleed. So much snow and ice, you could barely see 2 feet in front of you and could hardly lift your legs high enough to move forward as the levels of snow quickly rose to just above your knee. You had packed and dressed for whatever these snowy mountains could throw at you, but nothing could protect you from the fury of a raging blizzard for long. Pain from the dropping temperatures began at the tips of your toes and fingers and the longer you tried to find your way back, the more the pain spread and the harder it was to move anything at all. Everything inside of you, every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop, for the pain was becoming too great but you just HAD to make your way back or you would surely die out here. These thoughts were starting to make you panic. Just as you were thinking it couldn’t get any worse, the wind grew even stronger and was starting to knock you to your knees. At this rate, you were causing more harm than good to yourself, perilously trying to toughen it out. Instead, you decided to find a makeshift shelter, just strong and big enough to keep the snow and wind off of you as you would attempt to warm up.

As if by divine intervention, you could make out a large rock formation with an opening big enough for you to huddle up under, just ahead of you. You ducked low and crawled in, hunkering down in your saving grace. As you shivered in the shadows, heaving and trying to collect yourself before deciding what to do next, you realized that numbness had settled into your limbs and you could no longer feel them, much less move them. You tried, desperately, over and over to inch them in any way but damn it, nothing would. Tears began to puddle at the corners of your eyes as your mind began to race. You should have never left the cabin alone. You knew better, you just couldn’t help yourself. The tears started to fall more and more as the thoughts started spiraling. How could you be so stupid? Now no one is going to find you and you’re going to die here, alone and deathly afraid. You could no longer contain your cries and in one last fleeting attempt to be rescued, you screamed for help with as much force as your withering lungs would allow. Nothing but the wind answered your cries. Before you knew it, your body was shutting down and your eyes fluttered shut right as you fainted against the rocky wall behind you. The panic, the wet and the cold, dehydration, the pain that once gripped your entire body that then turned to numbness, the overexertion, the hypothermia that was setting in; it was all too much for your body to handle anymore. Limp against the stone, you were quickly turning into a human icicle. This is how he finds you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had been prepping for dinner for later that evening, as some meals tend to take an eternity to prepare, when the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and an uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. He could sense something was wrong even before the storm clouds rolled in. There was no way to explain it other than something is or was going to be terribly, terribly wrong. It’s the same feeling he gets when his brothers are up to no good or are in some form of trouble. It comes with the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He, indeed, trusted you enough for you to go alone for the simple fact that you were the most responsible out of his brothers, but that did not mean he didn’t still feel a bit uncomfortable with you out of his immediate supervision considering you’re human and humans tend to make many, many mistakes. You’re a child by no means and can handle yourself incredibly well, as evident by your time in the devildom and at R.A.D. He knows this and believes you could conquer the world if you so chose to do so. But even YOU know that he only acts and does these certain things that can come off as overbearing to some because he cares so deeply for you that he tries his damndest to prevent any harm that may come to you. Physcial or emotional, accidental or self-inflicted, whatever the case may be. He would give his life and soul up for you, just as he had done for Lilith. That is why this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach upset him so. He had to find you. He set out to look for you and quickly noticed a pattern. The markings and piles of stones, he assumed, were yours and, for a fleeting moment, it filled him with pride to know that you went about your adventure with a proper head upon your shoulders. Still, he had to see you and be able to hold you in his arms so that his worrisome mind could be put to rest. He followed the trail until it ended with you nowhere in sight. “MC, darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Though calm in his demeaner, he was still fidgeting beneath the surface. Through the wind and hail that was picking up, he heard your cries from miles off and like a bat out of devildom, races to you. From pounding out of his chest to dropping through the crust of the Earth, Lucifer’s heart collapsed when he found you. “MC...” He rushed to your side in the blink of an eye and shouted your name over and over, but you didn’t respond. He rips a glove off and places two fingers to the side of your neck. Your pulse was so low, he had to press his ear to your chest, but even your heart was far too faint to be heard by human ear. Thank Diavolo he was a demon or he would have assumed the worst. You rarely see this man lose his composure, even behind closed doors. But now, when he looks at you and your state of comatose for the second time in his life, he becomes frantic. So many emotions racing through him, he doesn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes or his demon form breaking the surface. His fist clenches and he slams it into the ground next you, creating a cavity in the stone. He almost lost you once, he won’t let it happen again.

Before his emotions get the better of him, he swiftly yet ever so gently scoops you into his arms and immediately transports you both back to the cabin where he could try and warm you up and bring you back to your old self. Back to him. Bursting through the door, he rushes to place you gingerly onto the couch in front of the fireplace and carefully strips you of all the wet clothing, replacing them with warm, dry pairs. He wraps your neck with a thick scarf, slips fuzzy mittens on your hands, covers your head in a knitted hat, and drapes multiple blankets over your body. He then tosses wood into the fireplace, setting them ablaze before circling the couch and pushing it, and inherently you, closer to the warmth of the fire. All of this within the blink of an eye. He finally sits next to you on the cushions and takes you back into his arms, fearing that if he ever lets go, he will truly lose you once and for all. He’ll occasionally reach a hand up to the side of your neck or to your wrist, checking your pulse. Still too damn low. How in the devildom could he let this happen? For hours, he stays like this with you, keeping you so close to his chest that from the outside looking in, it would seem he was smothering you. The entire time he cradles you, he is mentally abusing himself for not being with you. For letting you go out alone. For not protecting you. For going against his better judgement and agreeing to come out here with you in the first place- no... that’s not it.. He’s frustrated with himself for you going against your better judgement and choosing him to be the one to come with you. Him of all people. He couldn’t protect Lilith in the Great War, he couldn’t protect you when Belphegor tried to kill you, and now here you are, lifeless in his embrace and fighting to stay alive once again because he couldn’t protect you from the storm. The tears began to fall from his eyes once more and they dropped onto your cheek. He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand and tenderly wipes his tears from your skin. “Please,” he begs through the lips that threaten to quiver. “Please MC. Come back to me, darling.” He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead to yours over the knitted hat. Hoping, if only he could pray, for you to come back.

Mammon:

Before the storm even rolled in, Mammon went looking for you. It was unnatural for you two to be separated for this long and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Damn it, MC! We’re supposed to be doing this stupid vacation thing together,” he grumbles, as he stomps out of the house in a little Mammon tantrum. He saw your markings on the trees and piles of stones and began to think you set up the whole ‘going on a solo adventure’ thing as a prank. He chuckles to himself and beams a bit in pride. “My clever little human, turning into me.” A seemingly great idea at first, but the more he thought on it, SERIOUSLY thought on it, the more that two Mammons seemed like a bad idea. But he’d like to go over the so called ‘bad idea’ with you if he could just find you. He followed your markings until they stopped and that’s when the storm clouds rolled in. He was starting to get nervous. Yes, you hid and jumped out at him in an attempt to scare him on numerous occasions (which hardly worked, considering he was a demon and quite frankly, a powerful demon at that) back in the devildom but... this situation seemed different. Having been around you and your person the longest, he gained a sixth sense specifically for you. Your warm presence, your delectable soul essence, your precious voice, your thoughts and feelings, your wonderful heartbeat; he could feel them all, even when you returned to the human world for a bit. He could feel them all until now and it felt like he had gone numb. His nervousness turned to anxiousness. The only other time this numbing sensation has happened to him before is when Belphegor tried to off you right in front of him. He so very often wishes he could just wipe those memories from his mind forever...

For a moment, he thinks he can hear your voice, as faint as it is. “MC!!” He follows the direction he thinks your voice is coming from and calls your name again but with no reply. Then he hears it. One ever so minute thump of your heartbeat. He follows the sound like a wolf after a lamb until he comes across the little miniature cave his lamb had taken shelter under. He crawls in and he‘s instantly frozen in place. “MC?” You’re.. ? No you couldn’t be, you just couldn’t be. “C’mon MC, qu-quit foolin’ around. We have to go home. It’s s-storming like crazy out there, ya know?” Only the little echo of the cracks in his voice are his reply. He takes one of your hands in his and- shit! They’re so cold! Colder than when held you that time you were almost kill-NO! He lets go of your hand and grabs you by the shoulders instead, shaking you frantically. “MC, please, ya gotta wake up! This isn’t funny anymore!” The longer he shook you with no sign of you waking up, the more his eyes glazed over with tears. “MC!! WAKE UP!!” He growls, frustration and demon form taking over. Your body slides like a rag doll into his arms and that’s when he finally realizes that this is no prank and you’re in serious, serious danger. His heart disintegrates in his chest and nothing could stop the tears from cascading down his face like rain. For just a few moments, he sits there in that cave, holding your frozen body in his arms and rocking you as he cries heavily into your hair. He’s so hurt, so fucking hurt that this is the second time that he couldn’t protect you when he said he would. But by Diavolo, he had to keep trying until the absolute very last millisecond.

He gets a grip on himself, cradles you tightly into his embrace and skyrockets back to the cabin. Once there, he’s doing anything and everything in his power to get you warm. Heated blankets, warm and dry clothes, thick gloves, fuzzy hats, warmed pillows and cushions, a fire in the fireplace, the thermostat cranked up by 5 degrees, EVERYTHING. He even went to the extent of placing his bare hands into the fire, pulling them out to cool them down to an appropriate temperature, and then placing them over your ears, under the hat and across your forehead, or he would cradle your face in his hands to gingerly brush his warmed thumbs over your cheeks and nose. He simply could not sit still. There had to be something more he could do to help you, something more he could do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn’t stop no matter what. He loved you too much to give up so easily.

Leviathan:

Leviathan had originally intended to get both of your belongings unpacked as quickly as possible so that later that evening, you two could have a video game binge with the new game the TSL franchise came out with, honestly he did, but... as soon as he turned on the tv to test the reception in the area, one of the human shows you often mentioned to him popped up on the screen and he was instantly glued to the couch. The characters were as entertaining as you had described them in that cute way where your eyes sparkled and lips curled into a smile. He loved the way you beamed with joy He loved y- He couldn’t pry his eyes away from the screen, not even for a second. That is, until 20 minutes later and the show turned to static. “Oh for crying out loud,” he grumbles as he clicks the tv off and tosses the remote to the side. It was just like this normie of a human world to have terrible reception, especially during an intense episode. Surely he had it recorded somewhere back in his room in the Devildom. With newfound boredom, he stepped to the window and looked outside. Sheesh, it had gotten dark rather quick. It would be an awful shame for someone to be stuck out in this impending weather, just as the food in TSL had been stuck in terrible weather that The Lord of Fools sent The Lord of Flies. Such a kind gesture from the Lord of Fools, considering his former lover, Geldie, was found frozen in- “OH SHIT! MC!!”

He kicked open the door and stumbled around in the snow and gusting winds before getting his snow legs, then frantically circled the cabin, looking for any sign of you. He finds the markings in the trees and little stone piles and figured that they must belong to you. As he tread, he couldn’t help but beat himself up for letting you go alone, especially considering neither of you knew the area well enough. He understood, more than anyone in all the realms, that time alone is sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted without a legitimate reason. But even still, he wished that you would have teased him to go with you, like you often times did, until he would inevitably cave and follow behind you as he would then talk about the situation being “like that one scene from that one anime we watched together where the male protagonist somehow turns into a puppy, lost and confused, until the female protagonist comes along and takes him in and loves him for who he is and he turns back into a human and follows her around like he did when he was a puppy and-...” The rest of the walk would be filled with talks of which anime or show or video game resembled each moment you two shared.. and you loved every second of it. His eyes lit up like the sun shone right behind them and his precious little grin when he would recall humorous scenes. He would blush when he caught you staring and stumble over the next few sentences before eventually shutting up and just holding your hand (for safety of course) as you giggled at him for being so damn cute. His memories of those times kept him warm as they could as he continued onward in search of you, hoping that you weren’t in too much danger. But with how little mercy the storm was showing him, the possibility of you being safe and sound was rapidly decreasing.

Your marked trail came to an end but you weren’t there. Instead, there was only the howling winds and cascading ice to mock him. Oh no, this is bad. This is very, very bad. He shouted your name in an attempt for you to hear his voice and be able to find your way to him but he received no answer. He shouted louder and louder but you simply wouldn’t answer. “Shit, MC, where the hell are you?!” Anxiety began to make its way through him and he had to lean against a nearby tree to try and collect himself. That’s when he could faintly hear your voice crying for help. He darted towards your direction, coming upon the shelter you hid away in and as he moved closer to you, he froze. You were deathly still and your skin was so incredibly pale compared to it’s usual hue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he was just frozen in place with nothing but your limp body and emotionless face in front of him. He had no clue what to do but try and wake you up as he swallows the lump in his throat to call your name. “M-MC?” No answer. He takes your hand in his. Shit, you’re colder than ice. “MC, pl-please... please wake up, MC.” The wind outside seem to laugh at him and his feeble attempt to wake you up. Tears welled in his eyes and the lump in his throat thickened, almost to a point where he felt he couldn’t breathe, much less cry. As his demon form creeps to the surface, he grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you. “MC, please!! I can’t do this without you!!” Your body droops into his embrace and his heart feels like it’s been dropped into a blender and turned to mush. For a moment, all he can do is stare at your solidified face and wonder why oh why was this happening to him. To his precious ‘Henry’... “That’s it!! Henry!!” He shouted to himself. What would Henry do for his loved ones? He wouldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he would do everything in his power to help the ones he cared about most! Leviathan shakes away his tears, holds you tightly in his arms, and bolts to the cabin to attempt to save you. He wasn’t going to let himself get in his own way, he was going to try his damndest to save you and bring you back. To bring back his Henry.

Satan:

In the midst of folding and putting away yours and his clothes, Satan paused. Similar as much as he hated to be so to Lucifer, he had developed a sort of instinct to tell when something or anything was off and this sense was only heightened by his incredibly refined observation and detective skills. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet but something was clearly off. That’s when he went looking for you. Knicks in the trees and your piles of stones made him feel a bit more at ease about going after you, as he felt you were at least intelligent about your endeavors and not as callow as most of his brothers seemed to be. That is, until the trail of markings came to a stopping point. It was difficult to admit, but this situation was throwing him for a loop. You wouldn’t have just randomly stopped placing markers for yourself unless something bad had happened and even then, you would have called for him using the pact if you were in danger, right? There had to be an explanation for all of this. He leaned against a nearby tree, neck deep in furrowed brow concentration until the sky darkened with thick, furious looking clouds stampeding in, breaking his many trains of thought. With a new indication of urgency, he continued onward in search of you. As the storm picked up, so did that ominous feeling and inherently his blood pressure. If this was your idea of a joke, it was highly inappropriate and if he’s blatantly honest, irritating, to say the least. Very. irritating. Although he was a demon and basically immortal, that didn’t negate the fact that he felt his time was precious and any amount of time with you was that much more precious. He had not come up to the human world, with the presumption that you two could finally spend some time alone together, just for the whole trip to be some pathetic excuse of a prank. You could do so much better; that he was certain of and for you to do something as lowly as this was an insult to his intelligence, his affection towards you, and an insult to him in general. He wouldn’t let his wrath, his sin, get the better of him nor would he ever use either against you but when he finds you, you will know very soon of his immense displeasure.

“Ugh...” He could hear how much he sounded like Lucifer as he is in punishment mode and it made him want to vomit.

Before the wind could really drown out any other sound, he thinks he hears your voice crying out through the storm. All of the anger that was building up instantly vanished and he hurries after you. Years and years (we’re talking thousands) of constant meditation, reading self-improvement novels, and studying a multitude of ways to strengthen one’s emotional fortitude, absolutely NOTHING could have prepared him for the way he felt when he found you. Frozen, limp, and lifeless against the stone; He didn’t have to touch you or call your name to know you weren’t going to answer. All of this was because he simply didn’t accompany you on your scouting trip.

It was too much. His wrath instantly took hold and his demon form bubbled to the surface. He wasn’t angry with you in the least, no. He was absolutely furious with himself because he didn’t protect you and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most and he had no one else to be angry with but himself. Overcome with and blinded by the pure, white hot rage, he screams his broken heart out of his chest and into the sky above, and the earth trembled around you. The steadfast shelter that once braced against the harsh storm crumbled into trillions of pieces as the sheer force of his voice crushed them to bits. The trees no longer bent to the will of the blizzard, but to him and him alone. His anger practically created ‘an eye in the middle of the storm’ and all but Satan had stilled within it. As the last bits of his wrath dispelled and he could finally get a better grip of himself, he looked down at you before taking you in his arms as the storm closed back in around you. Using the last of his energy, he bolted to the cabin with you clutched to his chest and settled you onto the couch to start the warming process. More than anything, he wanted to reach inside of you, grab the coldness by its throat, rip it out of you, and proceed to pummel it into a fist-dug grave. He wanted to take your pain, your fear, your sadness and tears, everything that caused you harm and reign devildom upon them all. To make your suffering know the name of wrath, to know his name personally and properly. Yet all he could do is kneel at your side and wait patiently for your possible recovery.

[memorystormsanctuary]

Day 5~ Memories

As touched upon yesterday, X has a lot of memories. So for today's @khoc-week it's another difficult choice. I decided to go with a character interaction I had never had a chance to write before, but now I'm glad I did. With all the memories X has of centuries past, I thought it might be interesting to see what Naminé would have to say about him.

(Forgive any weird formatting I'm on mobile.)

X had never had a chance to speak to Namine. He had heard a few things about the Nobody from the others. The members of the organizations had always spoken of her like she was some kind of witch. Which was amusing to X considering the magic most of them were capable of. But he had only ever heard stories of what she could do with memories. All they needed was have the faintest tie to Sora and she had complete control of all their memories. Something that was scary to even think about.

DiZ had less nice things to say about her. He had already gotten annoyed listening to the man wrapped in bandages. He didn’t know why his sister was bothering with him, but he hoped she had a good reason. All he had gotten so far was a shared grudge against Xehanort, which was fair enough but he hoped there was more going on. DiZ tended to say Namine was just a nuisance, which he supposed was why he had brought X aside and asked him to take her out silently. X had no intentions of doing such a thing, but he was curious to meet her. So he’d take advantage of the offer.

Namine was waiting in Castle Oblivion. Well, not waiting, but that was the reports of where she was hiding. X wasn’t sure where DiZ got his information but he didn’t see a point in arguing it. Which was why he stood in front of the strange castle in the middle of nowhere.

X hated this castle. If he looked hard enough he could see the way it needed to bend to return to what it had once been. It was a place filled with unpleasant memories for him. And he didn’t want to have to drag that up. So instead he pushed past the twisting feeling in his gut and the ringing in his ear that sounded too much like Terra’s yells and into the castle.

Inside he found something he didn’t expect. 

Namine was there, sitting calmly on the steps that would lead up to the first floor. While he hadn’t expected to find her so easily, what surprised him more was the giant black and white bird wrapped around her. The Heartless chirped in warning, moving to cover Namine more.

“Whoa Phoenix, I’m not going to hurt her,” X said, holding up his hands. He watched as the fire covered bird slowly cocked its head before stepping back, its chirps continuing softly. X turned his attention off of Phoenix back onto Namine.

She didn’t really strike him as anything special. She was small and petite, with blonde hair brushed over one shoulder. A sketch book sat on her lap, pulled close to her chest along with her knees. Wide blue eyes watched him as he entered farther into the room. Those were the strangest things about her. They were so familiar, but X couldn’t place where he had seen them before.

“Namine, I presume?” X asked as he came to a stop.

“Yes,” she answered, looking down to avoid his eyes. X held in a snicker. She really shouldn’t be so ready to answer.

“We haven’t met, my name’s X,” he said calmly. “Technically DiZ wants me to dispose of you since no one else has done the job. But to be honest I’m not really interested in it.” She looked up at him almost shocked by his words. He waited for her to speak, but it didn’t seem she was going to after a pause. She only continued to stare at him, blue eyes searching. X hoped it was just the eyes of an artist, and not her searching for something deeper. “I just wanted a chance to talk to you.”

“About what?” Namine asked. Her eyes still were taking him in. At least now they had moved from his face and were onto the rest of his features.

“I’ve heard what you can do to memories, I was curious to see if it was true,” X admitted. He stepped closer to her, waiting for any kind of reaction. But she gave him none, only returning her gaze to his face. Something about the look in her eyes unsettled him, the look of surprise and confusion.

“You have so many,” Namine said. X froze where he stood.

“What?”

“Most, only have a relatively short chain. But, you don’t,” Namine said. X tightened his hand beside him, trying to hide the way her words had shaken him to the core. The way he could feel his chest about to explode. “Yours is so long, and coiled around and around. In some places it even seems like it's multiple chains.”

“I guess it’s true,” X said. He forced himself to chuckle. “Ok, so you see how many memories I have. No biggie. What else can you tell me?”

Namine didn’t speak to answer, instead she lowered her sketch pad and began drawing. She worked soundlessly, the only thing to be heard was the movement of her pencil and Phoenix’s chirps. X wasn’t sure what the point of it was, but he allowed her to continue. He took the moment to steady his breathing and mind. It wasn’t like she was the first to know all he carried. She probably wouldn’t be able to tell him much more.

Soundlessly Namine turned her sketch pad towards X. He took a step forward, expecting nothing. But what he saw stole his breath away from him.

It was a scene he saw often when his memories got out of control. A young pair of children both dressed the same, one offering the other a stack of clothing. X could hear one pleading the other to run, to disguise herself and escape while he took her punishment. It made his blood run cold.

“How did you know about this?” he demanded.

“It was the memory closest to the beginning that wasn’t really your own,” Namine explained. She slowly pulled her sketch pad back. X didn’t move. He couldn’t. How did she know? “I am a witch who has power over the memories of those connected to Sora. You are one of those people.”

“I see why so many people were interested in you,” X muttered. He slowly pulled himself back, looking away from her as if that would protect him. How much had she seen? How much did she know? Who would she tell? Phoenix was here, that meant Yuki wasn’t far behind. Would she tell Yuki?

“Do they trouble you?” Namine asked. X turned his attention back to her, despite his better judgement. Namine seemed to understand his silent question as she shifted again. “The memories of your past lives? If, if they did I could seal them like your sisters.”

“Seal?” X asked.

“Yes. It would help you forget,” Namine explained. “But, like your sister you would lose what little power you have kept. You would be almost normal.”

For a moment X could only stare at the Nobody. The idea running through his head. He could forget too? Just like she had all those years ago. When they had begged and begged for the pain to stop. For the torture to end. They had lived the same lives on repeat. And nothing ever changed. He could forget all of the struggle.

What would happen if he forgot?

X almost felt the chill go down his back at the very thought. If he forgot would they make her remember? Was it linked between them? He would never make her carry what he did. She had suffered enough this time around. He had made the promise to remember a long time ago. To protect her from this. To let her have her light as long as she desired it.

“I think I’ll pass,” X said. He glanced back at Namine to see her drawing once again. This time he could understand the memory he saw on her paper. He and his sister along with another woman. The ones who had asked for the change.

“I thought you might,” Namine admitted. “But I thought I should offer. You carry more than you should sometimes.”

“Yeah,” X agreed mindlessly. “Listen, about what you know-”

“I won’t tell,” Namine said. “I’ll keep it our secret.” X could only stare at her in shock. She really wasn’t what she first appeared at all. Just who was this girl?

“Thanks,” X said. Namine only nodded, continuing her drawings as if nothing had happened. X slowly turned his back returning to the door. It took every part of him not turn back and look at her again.

It was quite a power she had.

[fernlomwrites]

The Rebirth of Tenaria: Chapter 4: Updates and News

“Well ladies, gentlemen, and all other beautiful listeners it seems we are back online. Such insane events like the world ending and restarting in between the span of an hour is just the life we live in a world of heroes. Welcome back to 103.3 JJBA Radio, I’m your host, the One of Many Names and it’s another beautiful day”

The radio continues to softly play in the background as Curly enters his forest home. He raises an eyebrow, he doesn’t remember leaving the radio on when he left. That eyebrow and the other quickly raise as he hears a can fall in the kitchen.

He walks as softly and quietly as a man of his size could towards the kitchen, carefully taking his axe out of its holster on his back and brandishing it as he slowly enters the kitchen.

Standing, no no more like crouching in his kitchen eating a ham and cheese sandwich was a girl, with messy brown hair, brown cat ears and tail, wearing a dirty little blue sundress with a beautiful yellow flower design. She had no shoes and was showing her fuzzy cat feat and claws. She looks up to him midbite.

“Uhm…” Curly looks down at her confused “so the hell are you?”

“Oh well big guy, what’s it to yah?” Replied the little gremlin cat girl.

“Girl this is my house. How did you even get in here?”

“Door was unlocked”

“Damn it. Who are you?”

“Names Stacey. And what’s your name mr tree guy?”

“Tree guy”

“Dude you are as big as a tree. Yeah I’m calling you tree guy”

Curly sighs, putting his axe back in its holster “my name is Curly”

“Ohhhh really now?” She croons “So Curly, you single?”

“You can’t be serious right now?”

“Tree guy im very serious. No way I’m gonna pass you up, you’re huge and could probably just carry me everywhere with ease. You’d be a perfect boyfriend”

“Get the hell out of my house”

“Make me” she teases with a smirk and sticking her tongue out.

He narrows his eyes and steps towards her. She lunges at him and quickly climbs onto his back and clings on tightly. He sighs and reaches around, grabbing the back of her dress, she responds by clinging tighter, digging her claws into his back. He sighs again.

“Mine” she says, giving him a light smooch on his cheek.

He rolls his eyes “fine whatever. Do I still have enough ham and cheese to make myself a sandwich?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry I’ll make one for you. Carry me to the fridge”

“Please.”

“Ugh fine, please carry me to the fridge”

“Better” he smirks, walking over to the fridge. She lets go and hops off his back “just ham and cheese?”

“What all do I have in there? It’s been a while and I’ve forgotten what I’ve got in my fridge”

“Uh….I see a couple cooked steaks, some other cheeses that I have never even heard of, a head of lettuce, some tomatoes, cucumbers, sliced roast beef, mushrooms, and it looks like a hot link”

“Yes.” Curly simply replies.

“Yes? To what?”

“All of it.”

“Make you a sandwich…with everything?”

“Yes please. You can have one too”

“I just met you and I think I’m in love”

“Don’t push it Stacey “

….

Professor and Detective walked the streets of Salsburg Square, a city they’ve only seen glimpses of in the mindscape, but now were in fully.

“So Doc, you ever thought this day would come?”

“What? That we would be here, or that this world would ever be brought back at all?”

“Well” Detective stops to ponder “both I guess “

“No. No to both. I anticipated that this world would be forgotten forever, left to the realm of forgotten works under Andrew’s watch deep in the archives, I’m thankfully wrong”

The duo stops as Uncle Sam, the patriotic eagle robot approaches them. It grins and waves kindly “ah! You two must be Detective and Professor. Vet told me about you two, he was very impressed with your skills and teamwork. I’m Uncle Sam! One of his robotic creations.”

“You are probably the most horrifyingly American thing I’ve ever seen” Professor grimaces.

“Oh! Yeah Vet was trying to get back into a friendly relationship with the US government after he absolutely demolished Florida’s orange harvest one year, so he made me as like an American hero or something. In the end I ended up staying this way cause I liked the theme.”

“Uh huh. What can we do for you bud?” Detective asks, getting bored with the conversation.

“Oh! Well more what I can do for you two! Vet wants me to give you two a tour of this world. The important parts at least. He thinks you guys, uh egos right? You guys are gonna be important to this world so you should know where everything is!”

“Hm. Fair enough. Thank you.” Professor replies “when do we start?”

“We can start now if you’d like?”

“Yes please” Detective quickly answers.

“Awesome, let’s go!”

Sam grabs both of them by the back of their jackets and launches off into the sky, to the absolute despair of the duo. Their world adventure just begun.

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I’m doing this on mobile so forgive the weird formatting! Guest cameo by @seiryyu

[dollyslyfe]

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would you love me if I begged ?

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[shadows-and-flowercrowns]

Equals

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AN: I haven’t really proof read this. Its just.. I’ve had this idea floating around my head so I decided to put the metaphorical pen to paper to get it out. This is just a one shot of why Elriel makes sense to me 🤷‍♀️ I’m also posting this on mobile so please forgive me for any formatting issues and what not.

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Elain watched in silence as Azriel faded into shadows, the voices around them growing more raucous by the second.

He had been doing it more lately.

Or, perhaps she was only now able to see it.

It was hard to tell.

She loosed a long breath as she looked around the table.

No one else seemed to have noticed. They were all focused on Feyre as she regaled the inner circle and their guests with the story of how she had found out Rhys was her mate.

Elain couldn't stop the amused grin that spread across her face as she watched Kallias and Viviane laugh at Feyre's tale. Her eyes flicked towards Azriel once again and her grin quickly faded.

"Az." She whispered.

The darkness disappeared in an instant, his anxious eyes darting around the room, searching for a threat, before they finally fixed on her.

Elain gave him a slight smile and he dipped his head, eyes softening.

Though she turned her eyes away from him, pain tugged at her chest at that momentary flash of panic that had consumed him. She understood that feeling all too well.

Everyone had thought that Elain had mastered her visions years ago, before the final battles of the war, but the truth was that she had only really started gaining full control over the last several weeks.

True, it had been years since the visions had held her in their grasp, fully consuming her to the point that her eyes glazed over and she couldn't differentiate the present from the future when she spoke but that didn't mean they hadn't continued to plague her.

For years she had felt them tickle at the edges of her mind as the fog and whispers fought to take center stage. It had been a constant effort to push them aside.

No one had known, save Azriel, that she had struggled.

"Listen," Feyre exclaimed, "I was absolutely pissed at you for not telling me but I also didn't understand how it could be true!"

"It's important to remember," Rhys drawled to Kallias in a stage whisper, "that the Feyre we know and love today wasn't who I was dealing with then. She had thought she wasn't my equal."

"Oh, please!" Vivianne said between laughter.

"I was still newly made." Feyre shrugged, a genuine smile plastered on her face. "I didn't know the extent of my powers."

"Well, your story is sweet but Viv should tell their story." Mor interjected with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Elain stood up quickly as a flush spread across her neck. She had heard this story once before and had no desire to hear it again.

"Dessert!" She exclaimed, "I just remembered, I have dessert in the kitchen. I'll be right back."

Once she was in the safety of the kitchen, she braced her hands on the counter as she let her head fall forward. A dark chuckle sounded from the doorframe.

Elain whipped around to see Azriel standing there, arms crossed over his chest. The blue siphons on his hands glinted in the fae light.

"I figured you could use a hand." He said, pushing himself off the door frame and coming to her side to help prepare the tray.

"A coinvent excuse." She muttered but grinned up at him none the less.

They worked in silence. Elain chewed on her lip as she tried to make the mess of feelings clanging around in her head into something more solid. Setting down the knife she had been using to slice the tiered cake, she turned to look at her friend.

"Thank you."

He let out a huff. "I am happy to help but, trust me, I feel you're doing me a favor. I really don't need to hear about the exact look on Kallias' face when the bond snapped in place for them. Again."

His wings ruffled slightly in agitation.

"No, not for that. Thank you for being there for me."

Azriel set down the plates he had been laying out to turn to look at her. Now that his full gaze was on her, Elain felt heat blossom on her cheeks.

"It's just, with Feyre describing her conversation with the Suriel, it got me thinking."

She paused, struggling to find the words as Azriel continued to look at her, giving her the time to formulate her thoughts.

"Feyre is Rhysand's equal even though their powers aren't the same. I don't know what it's like to be a shadowsinger but you the only person who has ever understood me, my powers. You see me. This may be silly but I hope that you know that I am here for you as well."

He opened his mouth before shutting it, brows furrowing as his head cocked to the side.

"Forget I said anything," she muttered, turning back to the cake.

She tried to cause a distraction for the both of them, clattering the plates and utensils about. She was making more noise than needed but Elain was keenly aware that Azriel hadn't turned back to resume his work and she could feel the weight of his stare.

The flush was spreading now, down her throat and onto her chest. Elain moved faster, finishing in record time.

With a sigh, she prepared herself to turn and face her friend but Azriel grabbed the tray and disappeared into shadow.

Elain began to gnaw on her bottom lip once more.

She shouldn't have said anything.

Elain returned to the dining room, not even the slightest bit surprised to learn that Azriel had excused himself for the rest of the evening moments before she had arrived.

She had expected it but the knowledge had still left her feeling a little empty inside. She moved to the side of the room to sit alone for some time, quietly observing the group as she thought of dynamic of her relationship with Azriel.

Elain valued his companionship beyond all the others. She thought of that first day in the garden, the first time he had mentioned that he didn't always feel like he belonged. He had been trying to make her feel better, to let her know that she wasn't alone in her isolation. In some weird way it had helped her, knowing that someone who had been with this group for so long still felt alone at times. But even in the haze, Elain had wanted to make his hurt go away.

At the beginning, when she was still so lost to her visions and could barely speak, she gave him some of her favorite flowers that she had grown. As time passed and she gained control, Elain had become more vocal in expressing how much she valued him in her life but there were still moments like this evening when he would try to push her away.

Making up her mind, Elain excused herself from the rest of the group.

She quietly walked up the steps, barely even noticing the tickle in her head of an impending vision. She passed her bedroom and continued down the hallway until she stood in front of Azriel's door.

With a shaking hand, she prepared to knock but the door opened before her hand made contact with the wood. Elain didn't bother waiting as she immediately stepped forward to cross over the threshold into Azriel's room.

She was plunged into complete darkness once the door shut behind her.

"Azriel?" She whispered tentatively.

She heard rustling from behind her and then a hand touched hers. She flinched in surprise at the contact and Azriel withdrew. Elain practically lunged in his direction, gripping tight to his arm.

"Please don't hide from me."

She felt his body relax and a moment later the shadows withdrew.

They stood in the center of his room, her refusing to let go of him.

Elain saw his eyebrows raise ever so slightly as she pulled him along so they could sit at the foot of his bed.

She slid her hands down, adjusting her grip so she held one of his massive hands between her own, cradling it in her lap.

The two sat in silence. After a moment, she moved to rest her head against his shoulder.

"You should be down with the others." He said quietly, his body remaining still and unrelenting as stone beneath her.

"They will be fine without me."

Azriel pulled away, disentangling himself from her. He stood up and walked across the room, bracing both hands against the dresser in the corner.

"So will I."

Elain had once heard Rhys compare Cassian to fire and Azriel to ice. She felt the shudder pass over her at his words but pushed on. "Let me rephrase that then: I would rather be with you."

He turned to look at her, the unfeeling mask cracking for just a moment to reveal the desperation beneath. "You can't say things like that. You can't say that the story with the Suriel reminds you of me."

"What do you mean? Azriel, you have been the best thing that has happened to me since I moved to Velaris."

He crossed his arms across his chest and he looked for all the world like he was preparing to fight her down on her own feelings.

She shook her head.

"It's like I said earlier - you are the only person who understands me."

"But that is the thing, Elain. You don’t understand me. Do you know what it means to be a shadowsinger?"

She tentatively nodded. "As much as you know what its like to be a seer."

"I torture people," he retorted. "You do not. That is the difference between you and I. We will never understand one another."

He turned his back on her once again, signaling quite clearly that the conversation was over but Elain refused to be dismissed so easily.

"Why?" Elain asked, voice hard.

"'Why' what?" He murmured.

"Why do you torture people?"

She gave him a moment but he kept his back towards her and she let out a long sigh.

"It is to protect us." Elain said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Everything you do, it is to protect us and for that, and for so many other reasons, I am happy you are in my life."

She watched as his shoulders sagged.

"You don't know what you are saying. If you truly knew, you wouldn't want me in your life."

She saw him shake his head but still, he didn't turn to look at her.

"I know why the Cauldron blessed me."

Azriel turned to look at her then, surprise coloring his features. She had always flatly refused to talk about her time in the Cauldron, even to Nesta.

"It told me. The Cauldron said that it felt sorry for me. Do you have any idea what it is like to have the Cauldron, the object that created the universe, look at all that you are and pity your very existence? It saw every moment I had lived and knew every thought I ever had. It saw all of me and came back with nothing more than a naïve girl that deserved to be pitied. It gave me this new life so I could try again.

"When I was human, I spent so much of my life agonizing over the future. Would my father recover from his injuries? Was Feyre dead? Would Nesta ever marry a man who could keep her safe? The Cauldron made me a seer so I would no longer have to guess. It made sure I would know but I have found that knowledge is a curse. Do you know how many times I have seen you all die?"

She saw a muscle in his jaw flicker.

"I learned quickly that I can't help everyone, Azriel. I get to watch as my choices, my actions and inactions, hurt others. This weight is on my shoulders and I accept it so long as I can use it to keep you all safe."

Azriel opened his mouth but Elain plunged on.

"And then there is Lucien.”

Azriel’s eyes widened at this. They had never really talked about this. He had stood by her side when she announced her decision to break the bond, even stepping between her and Feyre when her sister urged her to ‘think it over’. But never had the two of them discussed why.

“When I was human, I loved a man who was wicked. I was blinded by his sweet words and noble title. The Cauldron knew he would never love me once I was made so it gave me Lucien. A male who would have not one but two claims to a throne. A good male of noble lineage who would one day allow me to be higher socially than I had ever imagined. A male who would love me beyond my wildest dreams, who would care for me and give me a life I couldn’t even begin to fathom. Being mated to him would allow me, simple Elain, to have a purpose and bridge the gap between Spring and Night. It would have allowed us to make an alliance that would be so strong that it would ensure peace amongst the courts even after we are all nothing more than dust."

She let out a small, humorless laugh.

"But you and I both know how that worked out. Turns out, I didn't actually want Lucien. I know how Feyre feels on the matter, even if she would never say it to my face now that the bond is broken. I know that everyone thinks I made a rash decision and that I didn't give him a chance."

She shook her head in sadness and frustration. "I knew exactly what I gave up when I rejected the bond. I don't want that life."

Azriel pushed himself off the dresser, moving purposefully towards her. Elain watched every movement with bated breath until he stopped before her.

"So what do you want now, Elain?"

Her eyes went hazy for a moment. When they cleared, she gave him a blinding smile at the future ahead.

"An equal."

[heyimviri]

“Before You Go.”  ◤Ushijima Wakatoshi◥

Pairing: U. Wakatoshi/Reader

Warnings: Angst, attempted/successful suicide, mentions of death, ushijima fucking CRYING.

A/N: The gif isn’t Ushi, but THIS MOVIE. Anyway, I just wanted to write a angst for someone, and I chose someone who isn’t very expressive for reasons. I’m also using mobile tumblr, so sorry if the formatting ends up looking weird. JUST GONNA REFORMAT LATER AND AND THE T AGS—

“Before You Go” - Lewis Capaldi

(Fic under the cut)

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I fell by the wayside

Like everyone else

Ushijima could remember the day you two met just as well as he could remember that he was left handed.

I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

Looking back on it, there was always something about you that threw him off. He had never really hated anyone in his life, or at least he didn’t realize he did, so he deemed this feeling hate.

But I was just kidding myself

After being forced into a situation where he HAD to converse with you, by a friend, he found that what he felt wasn’t hate, it was interest. It was something he had never experienced, but now that he knew what it was, he was very pleased with it.

Our every moment

I start to replace

Cause now their gone

All I hear are the words I needed to say

Two years later, there he sat, at the edge of a hospital bed. You laid there, pale and almost ice cold. He couldn’t understand you, or why you had to go and do one of the FEW things you promised him you wouldn’t.

Why did you have to try and kill yourself?

When you hurt under the surface

To be honest, he knew of your depression and suicidal thoughts, but it wasn’t talked about unless you brought it up, or tried to do something stupid. The only reason it wasn’t talked about was because he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable, or as if you were being forced to tell him something.

Like troubled water running cold

With that said, he now noticed that with him not pushing you, he gave you the opportunity to read him and become better at hiding your feelings from him. Even though everyone has told him it wasn’t his fault, he’ll never forgive himself for not being as attentive as he wanted to be.

Well, time can heal, but this won’t

As tears threatened to fall from his once “cold” eyes, he whispered things he wished you’d hear.

“So, before you go...”

“Was there something I could have said to make your heart beat better..?” He raised his head to look at your face, somewhat expecting to see you looking back.

“If only I had known you had a storm to weather.”

You’re smiling face flashed through his mind, but those images were now nothing but bittersweet memories.

So, before you go

Was there something I could’ve said to make it all stop hurting?

He was never the most expressive person to begin with. Being with you brought out emotions he had only ever heard of before. He always believed actions spoke louder than words, so he often chose to love you physically rather than verbally. He now wonders if that was the best he could do.

It kills me how your mind could make you feel so worthless.

So...

Before you go.

…

Was never the right time

Whenever you called

With all his away games, practice, and just being caught up with volleyball over all, if often felt like there was never a good time to call him.

Went little by little

Until there was nothing at all

Of course there were times where it felt like your relationship was depleting, but you both tried your best, even if you did put in most of the effort sometimes, you understood that he was busy.

Our every moment

I start to replay

Dates, parties, those chill at home times, meeting one and other’s family, everything came rushing to his mind like a bullet to the brain.

But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face

And now all that’s left is the thought of all those moments.

When you hurt under the surface

Like troubled water running cold

Well, time can heal, but this won’t

So...

Before he knew it, the tears that he had been holding back had already started streaming down his face a long time ago.

Before you go

All he had been thinking about is how much he just wished he would have gotten home a bit earlier.

Was there something I could have said to make your heart beat better?

He knew something had to have been up when he realized that you hadn’t called or texted the day of his game.

If only I had know you had a storm to weather

It was hard enough to tell how you were over text, and you not calling him made it almost impossible.

So, before you go

Was there something I could have said to make it all stop hurting?

Why couldn’t you have just spoke to him? He would have stopped dead in the middle of a match if he had to.

It kills me how your mind could make you feel so worthless

Could he not make you feel like you were enough..?

Did he fail you in that aspect of the relationship?

All he ever wanted was to make you feel like you were enough...

So...

Before you go...

“Would we be better off by now...” He squeezed your hand in his, as your heart monitor slowed a bit more with every passing minute, “If I had let my walls come down?”

Maybe I guess we’ll never know...

Although the odds were stack as high against you and him as they could be, he tried to keep optimistic, waiting for your heart rate to raise.

You know...

One beep…

You know..!

And another…

…

“Before you go...”

Ushijima knew you were at the end of your rope.

“Was there something I could’ve said to make your heart beat better...?”

The doctor outside the room prepared to rush in and pull him away from you if the shock of you leaving hit him too hard.

“If only I had know you had a storm to weather...”

You, with your breath slowing, laid surrounded in darkness.

“So...”

“Before you go..!”

His voice cracking and raising alerted the doctor, and she opened the door to see him on his knees.

“Was there something I could have said to make it all stop hurting?!”

He clutched onto your arm as if it was the only thing connecting both you and him to this world.

Wakatoshi’s sobs echoed through the hospital. Family had been contacted, and family contacted friends. A look of heart broken shock crossed each and every one of their faces as they stepped onto the scene, no one had ever seen Wakatoshi look so desperate.

But your time was just about up, and there were things that needed to be done. He had to be separated from you…

As that fact hit, everyone had broken down in silence.

“It kills me how your mind could make you feel so worthless!”

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep…

“So..!”

And all too soon, the line went flat...

“Before you go. . .”

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[shianhygge-imagines]

Sundown 勿忘草 [Reno/Reader]{Final Fantasy VII} Episode 2

AN: Here’s the next part of Sundown Wasurenagusa! I’m sorry that I’ve been slow on posting any new story material! I had a bit of a writers’ block, and I’m still trying to work through it!

I had intended for this to be much longer, but I felt like this part was a good length to post. The first part of this ‘episode’ is going to be formatted weird because I can’t get Tumblr to format a text conversation in the way that I want.

If you like the content I create, please consider donating to my Ko-fi! Please help me feed my tea addiction!

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December 12

Reno {07:10}

[Good morning, sleeping beauty]

Me {08:30}

[Morning]

[Do you not need sleep?]

[You probably went to bed late last night]

[And while it truly does make my day to hear from you]

[Why? It’s so early ;.;]

Reno {08:40}

[Can you blame a guy for being eager to talk to you?]

[Lol, Sorry. I didn’t disturb you, did I?]

Me {08:59}

[>///<]

[No, you’re good. I gotta get up to get ready anyways.]

[Flatterer]

Reno {09:34}

[I mean, can you blame me? ;) ]

[So, I was thinking about taking you on a date outside of Midgar, but I realized that I should probably get your opinion on it first]

Me {10:01}

[I mean, that depends? How early do I have to get up on my day off? And how long will it take to get there?]

Reno {10:05}

[Um… well, it’s getting pretty chilly in Midgar, so I was thinking about taking you to Costa del Sol… beach date :P]

Me {10:30}

[…]

[Costa del Sol is pretty far, Reno…]

Reno {10:31}

[And?]

[I’ve got a way]

[Don’t sweat the details]

Me {10:32}

[You’re taking a company helicopter, aren’t you  -.-]

Reno {10:33}

[Ack! You’ve figured out my master plan!]

Me {10:34}

[Are Turks even allowed to take company assets out for joy rides?]

Reno {10:35}

[ TT^TT I told you not to sweat the details!]

Me {10:40}

[I just don’t want you to get into any trouble.]

Reno {10:50}

[Awww, don’t worry about me.]

[You have a party to attend later, so do me a favor and have fun, okay?]

Me {11:03}

[That reminds me…]

Reno {11:05}

[??]

Me {11:11}

[bluedress.jpg sent]

(The image is of you in a sapphire blue dress, the sleeves long and neck high. The dress itself ends just below your knees)

[This dress?]

[reddress.jpg sent]

(The second image is of you in a backless ruby dress that ends just above the knee. There are no sleeves to this dress despite the fact that it has a high neck)

[Or this dress?]

Reno {11:13}

[…]

[Y/N]

Me {11:15}

[Reno]

[???]

Me {12:01}

[If I don’t look good in either of them, just be honest ;.;]

Reno {13:05}

[Gah! Sorry, I got pulled away for something]

[The red one. For sure]

Me {13:06}

[Just because red’s your color… >.>]

[I hope you’re okay, Reno ;.;]

Reno {13:15}

[Hey, first of all, remember what I said about red being your color?]

[I don’t lie, k?]

[But also, yeah. Also because it’s my color, you should wear it ;)]

[Do you have a sixth sense or something?]

[image.jpg]

(Opening up the image file gifts you with a selfie of Reno, looking minorly roughed up and being supported by an infrantryman. He looks like he’s by the old church that Aerith likes to visit. Despite needing to be supported by the infantryman, the red headed Turk’s winking and holding up a peace sign)

[Just a few minor bruises ;P I’ll be fine]

[Unless….]

[You want to kiss me better? ;)]

Me {13:30}

[… Well. I’m sorry for worrying (¬_¬) ]

Reno {13:45}

[Joking, joking! :D]

[All patched up]

Reno {14:07}

[Y/N?]

(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

[I’m sorry.]

[Please talk to meeeeeee]

Me {14:00}

[image.jpg]

(It’s a picture of you in the red dress. Your hair is done up with an attractive amount of make up. You’re wearing a sensible set of black flats.)

[The party starts in an hour, so I might be answering my phone too often.]

[And Costa del Sol sounds perfect for tomorrow ;) I’ve got my outfit all picked out]

Reno {14:15}

[Uh, yeah, that’s gonna be your new contact photo]

[I’m picking you up earlier than we agreed so that we can have more time to relax in the sun]

[Duty calls. Have fun tonight, okay?]

Me {14:20}

[And what? My contact photo for you is going to be this?]

[screenshot.jpg]

(It’s a screenshot of your mobile phone screen. There’s an edit with a red arrow pointing directly at the photo icon for Reno’s contact…it’s the photo that he sent earlier except you’ve photoshopped cartoon ‘uwu’ eyes and added pink anime blush to his cheeks)

[And don’t worry, I’ll probably have enough fun for the both of us.]

[We’ll have fun tomorrow, be safe, okay?]

Reno {14:30}

[I’ll try ;) But if not, I’ll have you to take care of me.]

[Also? That picture?]

[P.E.R.F.E.C.T]

Me {18:30}

[Hope you’re safe!]

[Message me after work to let me know you’re okay!]

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(It’s a group photo of you and your friends in silly poses)

Me {19:21}

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(It’s a close up shot of a delicious plate of food)

[I should have brought you with me ;.;]

|You called Reno| 20:58

[Unable to leave voicemail]

December 13 - 08:21

The morning after the confrontation with AVALANCHE at the Sector 7 Pillar, one would expect the medical bay in Shinra HQ to be jam packed full of patients. There should have been a horde of doctors and nurses, running around to treat the injured infantryman and civilian survivors. But there were only two individuals in the med bay, Reno and Rude. When the plate fell, only a handful of infantryman were able to escape the chaos. Many were left behind to fend for themselves.

Despite surviving a helicopter crash and the brawl with Tifa, Barret, and Cloud, Rude only sustained a few bruises and minor bone fractures. He had been assigned bedrest after being treated by the doctors, but the weight of what he and his partner had been tasked to do twelve hours ago felt like an overwhelming burden. Needing something to keep his mind occupied, the taller of the iconic Turk duo simply engrossed himself in a novel that Elena had brought over during her visit.

On the bed beside Rude’s, Reno groaned in pain as he sat up, eyes still not open and alert as he raised a hand to press against his pounding head. “Gah, what the hell.” Reno’s face stung at the cheeks when his face scrunched up at the pain that seemed to come from every part of him. Even the act of sitting up proved too painful due to his newly broken ribs.

Rude watched his partner sink back into the sheets from his own medical bed, sunglasses on as was usual of him. He wondered how long it would take Reno to realize that it had been nearly twelve hours since they had dropped the plate. He also wondered when his sassy partner in crime would realize that he had a date this morning. Of course, Rude didn’t think you’d get angry at Reno for missing a date when he was hospitalized, but the taller of the iconic Turk pair knew that Reno would never forgive himself for skipping out on you.

While Rude watched, Reno allowed his body to collapse back into bed, an exhausted and pained groan escaping his lips as he want, arms flopping onto the bed as he fought to remember what had happened to land him in such a pitiful state.

Oh yeah…Rude and I went to Sector 7’s plate… and we fought blondie’s group of self righteous freedom fighters… and then…I blacked out. Cracking both eyes open, Reno furrowed his brows and turned his head to examine his surroundings. Med bay back at HQ… The red head swiveled in place to stare at Rude, “The mission….” He trailed off with a questioning tone.

His partner merely grunted, “We finished it and escaped.” Lacking in detail, but still straight to the point.

Sighing in relief that his work track record wouldn’t have a stain on it, Reno flopped back down, “Whooo…” The red head cheered sarcastically, pumping a fist without any energy or cheer behind it. Gah, and I promised Y/N that I’d be safe… Reno’s eyes snapped open and he bolted to a seating position with an alarmed cry, “Crap! Y/N! What time is it?” Shit, I gotta message her to let her know that I’m going to be running late! The Turk second in command thought as he pat down his person for his cell phone.

When he couldn’t find it, Reno turned to his partner, who gestured towards the bedside table. “It was damaged during our fight with AVALANCHE, but it should still be working.”

Not paying any attention to the fact that he was now bleeding through the bandages wrapped around his abdomen, Reno grinned, “Whooo boy! Partner, you’re a life saver!”

The sheer amount of relief within Reno voice made Rude stop and stare at his partner. Hmm… maybe Reno’s serious about her after all.

Meanwhile, Reno quickly unlocked his phone screen, ignoring the fact that the glass display seemed shattered beyond repair. When he pulled up the chat room that he shared with Y/N, Reno cursed, “Five missed messages and one missed call.” Quickly reading through the text messages, and smiling at how much fun you were having at the party, Reno tapped out a quick message in reply to you before listening to the voicemail that you had left.

Yesterday

Y/N {19:21}

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(Reno’s mouth watered at the sight of the food in the picture)

[I should have brought you with me ;.;]

|Missed call from Y/N| 20:58

[Click to listen to voicemail]

Today - December 13

Me {08:43}

[Gah, sorry Y/N, I may have bit off more than I could chew yesterday.]

[I just woke up in the med bay at HQ]

[I’m going to be a little late picking you up]

[And I’m a little roughed up]

[But nothing is stopping me from taking you on our date!]

[See you in an hour?]

When Reno lifted his damaged cell phone to listen to the voicemail that you had left him, the only sound that reached his ears was an error notification that the voice recording app had failed. “I’m sorry, but the voicemail recording that you wish to listen to failed to load properly. Please quite all applications before trying again. If the problem still persists, please contact Shinra Mobile’s technical support service to resolve this issue.” The phone recording informed Reno, pleasantly.

Knowing from experience that getting through to technical support at the current hour was next to impossible, Reno merely tapped out another message.

Me {08:47}

[Hey, the voicemail that you sent to me didn’t go through.]

[What was it about?]

Satisfied with the messages that he’d sent out, Reno shifted to get out of bed, an excited grin on his lips. “Welp! Time to get going! Got a wonderful day off with a gorgeous gal!”

Sighing, Rude lowered the novel to look in his partner’s direction. “Your date with Y/N?” When Reno only gave a sassy shrug in reply, Rude shook his head, “Just remember, you’re still injured.”

“Will do, partner!” Reno saluted the older man before dashing out of the med bay, dodging the nurses swiftly as he made his way to the elevators, itching to get back to the Turk dorms to change into something that would help him blend into the slum crowds of Sector 5. On his way to his room, the red headed Turk would raise his phone to check for any new messages, lowering it in disappointment every time there was no response.

“That’s weird, normally she responds by now.” Reno mused, sending out another quick text once he’d changed into dark jeans, a red hoodie, and a dark beige trucker jacket.

Me {09:12}

[I’m on my way to your place now.]

[Are you awake?]

Around twenty minutes later, on the helicopter ride down to the Sector 5 slums, Reno furrowed his brows and bit the inside of his lip when you didn’t respond again.

Me {09:32}

[Y/N?]

[Please answer.]

[I’m on a helicopter down now]

[Message back. I’m getting worried.]

When there is still no response, Reno taps on your contact and brings the phone up to his ear, trying to call you.

“Hey, this is Y/N. I’m probably away from the phone right now, so leave a message, and I’ll call you back as soon as possible.”

Straight to voicemail.

Something wasn’t right, and Reno could feel it in his bones.

When the helicopter started to land in the Shinra barracks, Reno didn’t even wait for the helicopter to fully land before jumping out of the aerial vehicle, landing solidly before taking off in a sprint towards your apartment.

She’s not answer any of the text messages… Did she lose her phone last night? Did she accidentally break it?… Did she find out what I did yesterday? Is she ignoring me?

The worries and thoughts that raced through Reno’s mind became more and more self-depricating as he neared entered the main town area and brushed past the crowds of people gathered in the streets. I know I said it was too late to grow a conscious, but damn it, please don’t let this be the reason she decides that she doesn’t want me around.

All but flying up the metal steps to your apartment, Reno starts to bang on your front door, calling your name in the meanwhile. “Y/N!” Bang bang bang “It’s Reno!” Bang bang bang “You weren’t answering your phone. Are you ready to go?” It took another few minutes of knocking before Reno head a door open below and slow footsteps ascend the metal stairwell.

Turning and expecting to see you standing there, Reno’s shoulders visibly slumped when he came face to face with a tiny old lady. “Oh, uh. Sorry for causing a disturbance.”

“Are you looking for Y/N, young man?” The old woman inquired, tilting her head to look up at Reno through friendly old eyes.

Feeling as if he was being judged by the elderly woman, Reno stood ramrod straight and nodded, clearing his throat, “Uh, yeah. We had plans for today.”

The old woman nodded sagely, “I see, I see. Ah, to be young again. I’m sorry to disappoint you, young man, but Y/N hasn’t been home since yesterday afternoon. I think she’s still at her friend’s home.”

The first traces of alarm flashed through Reno’s head, and suddenly his Turk persona was back, “Do you happen to know where her friend lives, ma’am?”

The old woman shook her head, “I only know that dear Selene doesn’t live in Sector 5. I’m sorry, young man.”

Suddenly jittery, Reno only nods and descends the metal staircase again, “Thanks for the help. I should get going.”

Reno doesn’t hear the old woman’s reply because he’s sprinting back towards the Shinra barracks, ears ringing and vision narrowed as he contacts a friend in Shinra’s tech department for help tracking down your cell phone’s location and retrieving the voicemail you’d left him. And while his friend works on it, Reno decided to change into a clean set of his uniform, mind suddenly kicked into overdrive as he tries to recall where you said your friend’s party was.

Gah, Reno… you pay attention to everything else she says, but you can’t figure out where her friend Selene lives? Some Turk you are! Reno scolds himself as he paces back and forth in Y/N’s office, somehow trying to find comfort in familiar surroundings. Damnit, think! What has she mentioned in the past about her friends. I only remember her talking about living in Sector 7 for a whi- Reno pauses in his steps as dread begins to pool in his stomach. “No.” He doesn’t want to entertain the possibility that you had gone to a party at your childhood sector the same night that he was tasked with dropping the plate on top of hundreds. But the more that Reno thinks about it, the more likely the possibility is, and he sinks to his knees in the middle of your office, eyes wide with horror and denial. “No… I refuse to believe it. Gotta wait for-”

His phone chimes with a notification.

Pulling out his phone as fast as possible without fumbling the already hazardously damaged device, Reno unlocks the screen, only to see that a voice file had been sent to him along with tracking coordinates.

Clicking on the voicemail and tracker, Reno’s frown deepens and his face pales as he stares at the map of Sector 7 Slums with a red dot in the center of it, the sounds of your final message to him playing in the background.

No.

The voice recording loops until Reno regains his bearings, body shaking and eyes burning as his ears pick up the sounds of explosions in the background, of your sobs as you fought to leave a last message for the man who had thoughtlessly killed you, and of your fear and acceptance that you wouldn’t live past that moment. The phone slips from his hands and clatters to the floor as Reno’s fingers go slack. “No… I didn’t… Y/N…” A strangled sob escapes Reno’s lips as he raises a hand to grip onto his hair, trying to maintain his composure, “I didn’t mean to… If I’d known, I would have…” The Turk second in command paused and hunched in on himself, not caring if anyone could see him through the glass walls of your office.

M-maybe she left her phone behind when she ran? But… if she’s not there, then where would she have gone if not home?

There weren’t any excuses or any other reason he could come up with. Reno knew that. If he had known beforehand that you would be in Sector 7 Slums, he would have warned you, but you would have tried to evacuate as many people as possible from that sector, and AVALANCHE might have managed to leave, therefore ending in a failed mission. He would have done everything he could to make sure you stayed away from Sector 7, but in the end, he’d still go through with the mission.

“I killed her.” Reno sobbed in realization, biting his bottom lip so hard that he tasted copper, “Just like I killed all those people.” Shaking his head, inconsolable, Reno could only mourn quietly. “I’m just the worst. This is karma for all the shit things I did in life, isn’t it?”

Eyes dulled and slightly puffy, Reno hastily wiped at his face and sat down with his back against your desk, his phone ringing with notifications as Tseng and Rude sent him requests for ‘status’ updates. And the Turk second in command ignored his colleagues, eyes staring into nothingness as he wreaked his brain for what to do next.

I really was looking forward to the date. Reno’s thoughts trailed off, It’s sappy as hell, but I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend. Tseng said that relationships for Turks never ended well, citing Veld as an example, but… gah! This is the worst situation for Tseng to be right!

It was only the early afternoon… maybe he could start a search party for survivors… it was probably too late, but Reno knew that he had to do something to look for you. With renewed purpose, Reno got to his feet and marched out of your office, blue eyes burning with fiery determination as he hung onto the faint hope that you might have survived.

December 13 - 12:13

You groaned in pain and shifted your body, eyes cracking open to be met with blinding industrial lights. The pain from the glaring lights startled you into closing your eyes again, turning until your body was facing away from them. For a moment, you wondered why you were laying on some sort of weird metallic floor instead of your soft bed, and then the memories of a falling sky sent your eyes flying back open as you took in your surroundings.

The floor was indeed cold and metallic because it looked as if you’d woken up in a maintenance passage. Despite most maintenance passages usually being dimly lit, the one you found yourself lying in was lit from both of the walls. The ceiling above your face had a hole in it, though it was covered with metal and concrete chunks. You assumed, as you clambered to your feet, that you’d fallen through that hole and rolled a few feet away due to the pile of rubble directly beneath the hole. Wincing slightly, you poked and prodded your person for bruises, broken bones, or fractures. Slightly satisfied with just a few small skin lesions, bruises, and maybe a fractured rib, you patted yourself down for your mobile phone, hoping to call for help. Frowning, you found that you did not have your cell phone on you, nor was it anywhere on the floor near you.

Since you hadn’t expected to live through a plate falling on top of you, you could only look on the bright side of things, turning to walk down the metal tunnel with determination set on your face. I didn’t almost die from a plate falling just to give up in an empty tunnel. Plus, a fond smile appeared on your face, I have a date waiting for me when I get back topside.

It seemed pretty simple to you. You’d falling who knows how far down, but you knew for sure that the way out was up. So the only thing to do was to keep walking until you found a passage up. Easy peasy.

December 13 - 15:35

There’s a fierce snarl on Reno’s face as he stands by several parked helicopters. All around him, emergency responders and Shinra infantrymen scrambled to load up supplies and equipment. The dark look on the normally sassy, easy-going Turk’s face seemed like a literal beacon for anyone not bearing good news to stay the away. Though, if some of the troops were to be honest, Reno had very good reason to be irate. The Turk second in command had called in an emergency rescue operation for survivors trapped among the plate wreckage nearly three and a half hours ago, and they were only just beginning to start the rescue operation.

After Tseng, the Turk commander, had authorized the mission to rescue anyone buried under the rubble, the mission had quickly been side-tracked by Shinra executives Scarlet and Heideggar. Scarlet had protested against the operation simply because of the notion that dogs living in the slums were of no use to Shinra, and therefore, the mission was a waste of resources. Heideggar, meanwhile, had agreed that while in times of disaster, Shinra’s army bore the responsibility of launching operations to rescue civilians affected, the members of AVALANCHE were widely unknown and could easily disguise themselves as regular civilians.

It took nearly two hours of careful negotiations and subtle ego inflating by Tseng and Reeve, before both executives agreed to support the relief effort. Viewing it as a strategic move to improve public opinion of the Shinra Company, President Shinra gave little to no resistance when Tseng forwarded the mission brief to be sanctioned.

Now, an hour after the mission was sanctioned, Reno felt the beginnings of a headache forming as he directed the flow of supplies to each helicopter before making sure that there were rotations of supplies and emergency responders that would journey to and from the wreckage of Sector 7 once he landed with the first round of helicopters.

When he had deemed all in good order to head out, Reno sighed and hopped into the helicopter cockpit, buckling himself in to the pilot’s seat. Plopping the headset on while he waited for the rest of the crew to load up into the helicopter, Reno busied himself with flipping switches to make sure that pre-flight and the ride down to Sector 7 would be as smooth as possible. When his co-pilot buckled himself in and gave Reno the thumbs up, the red headed Turk spoke as clearly and seriously as he could into the mic. “Alright guys and gals in all active units, hope you’re all buckled up with headsets on because I sure as hell will not be repeating this briefing.” After a brief pause, Reno continued to speak while directing the helicopter off the platform. “You all probably heard about what happened yesterday. The official reports from HQ state that AVALANCHE launched an attack to compromise Sector 7’s plate pillar. Despite all efforts directed to stop the terrorist attack, the plate still fell. Our job is to go down to the disaster zone to provide relief to all affected civilians. We will also be launching search and rescue operations for survivors.” Reno paused once more as helicopter gained enough air to safely fly out of the landing zone. “I’m gonna be real with you all. Someone important to me was in Sector 7’s Slums when the plate fell and I’m going to try my damnest to look for her. So if any of you fuck this up… not gonna lie, I’m gonna be pissed.” Nobody replied to Reno’s admittance… not that he really expected much of a reply after he dropped that bomb on them. Having enough of the silence, Reno exhaled, “Alright… good talk.”

December 13 - 16:03

It wasn’t easy peasy. Definitely fucking not.

The chrome walkways and exposed piping-lined maintenance passage that you had fallen into hadn’t been a simple few meters under the surface as you thought. No. It’s was more like several meters down with a layer of minor blocked off passageways right above. And, as if that weren’t terrible already? The maze of pathways that made up the layer above seemed to take joy in bringing you up a level, just to drop you back down a level because some asshole decided to seal off the passages at various points.

Your eye twitched in annoyance when you walked down a metal walkway only to be face to face with another fenced off passage lined with reinforced plating. To your surprise, you could see a man stumble around the corner of the opposite side. When you saw one another, your eyes widened. “Holy shit!” The man gasped, stumbling forward with a noticeable limp and sliced up arm. “I didn’t think there’d be another person down here!”

“This place is like a maze, so I’m not surprised that any survivors had yet to meet up. A-are… are you okay?” The blood leaking from the deep scratches in his left arm seemed to ooze a poisonous purple color.

The stranger bit his bottom lip as he hastily hid his injury, “Yeah… I’ll be fine. Listen, girl, you should watch out while down here. I think the rumors about the underground lab were true after all. There are monsters running around everywhere.” Your expression must have been one of utter dismay and despair because the man coughed and reached into his pocket to roll two materia under the fence. “Uh. Shit. Well, it looks like you could use these then. It’s a Cura and a Fira. Hopefully you won’t need it, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Anyways, I hope you make it out of here, girl. I gotta keep looking for other AVALANCHE survivors.”

When the man made to jog away, you called out to him, “Wait! You said that you’re looking for AVALANCHE members? Are you one of them? Do you know what happened?” You pressed yourself against the fence in order to see the stranger from around the corner.

The stranger turned around to stare at you with a grim expression. “Whatever you’re thinking, AVALANCHE didn’t cause this, okay? We were framed by Shinra.” At your confused expression, the man scoffed, “C’mon, you really think that Shinra was going to let civilians protest and riot against them? They couldn’t figure out who was a member and who wasn’t, so they figured they’d drop the entire plate on top of us to get rid of us all.”

“But that’s such a drastic move!” You protested, wanting to believe that your employers wouldn’t have such blatant disregard for human life. “They wouldn’t just sacrifice thousands to eliminate AVALANCHE!”

“Believe what you want, girl. But the reality is that my friends and I all went to the pillar to stop Shinra from dropping the plate, and it dropped anyways because two Turks were sent to finish the job.” The stranger didn’t allow you to retort as he limped away. Not that you would have responded anyways with how the stranger had said that two Turks had arrived to help ensure that the Sector 7 plate dropped.

Pulling away from the fence, you knelt down to pick up the two orbs of materia, the color of your skin taking on a sickly pale pallor. Two Turks were sent to the pillar to drop the plate on top of all of us. Your mind instantly supplied the first Turk pair that you could think of and you felt like you were going to dry heave. I don’t know Rude too well, but from what I know, he and Reno wouldn’t do something so horrendous. Surely, there must have been another pair of Turks who were sent to do it. But you did work in a different department as them, how did you know that there were more members of the Turks? And with Reno’s position within the group… He could have known what was happening…

You told Reno that you would be hanging out with your best friend… that you guys were having a party. He’s smart enough to deduce that your friends still lived in Sector 7… Did he forget? Or… Your stomach churned violently as you sank to your knees on the cold metal walkway. Did Reno just decide he didn’t care if I survived or not?

The edge of your vision burned with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. A simple blink sent them trailing down your cheeks as you stood upon shaky legs. “Can’t worry about that now.” You muttered, eyes filled with determination as you gathered the excess fabric of your dress to gird up your loins. “I need to find a way out of here. The tunnels might not be able to hold for long.”

Lifting your arm, you pressed one of the materia into your forearm, like you’d seen a few SOLDIERs do before, marveling at how the orb of power sank into the flesh of your arm. Smiling at how seamless it was to merge flesh with Materia, you pressed the other faintly glowing orb into your other forearm, concentrating for a bit before casting Cura upon yourself.

Newly rejuvenated, you back tracked through the metal corridor to find the ladder leading down. “Welp, there’s no time like the present,” you mumbled to yourself as you descended further into the tunnels below.

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[tapioka-boi]

ᴇʀʀᴏʀ_404_ɪɴᴇxsɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ.ᴇxᴇ [𝙊𝘾 𝙭 𝙊𝘾]

Hey bois! I have returned with more angst again! Sorry for the silence as well, I wasn't in the best frames of mind for a quite a while and lost motivation to write... Also I apologise if some of it doesn't make sense, I was up until 3am writing this!

Moving on from that, this fic only has Violetta and Makoto, my two BSD OCs, and is stylised in the form a program’s code (albeit badly bc I have no idea how to code) so I hope you guys enjoy!

[Side note: The lowercase is intentional! If the dialog boxes look weird it’s bc I formatted this on my laptop (sorry mobile tumblr people)

> is Violetta’s thoughts.

\ is Violetta speaking.

{ is Makoto speaking.

Please don’t feel obligated to read if you don’t want to or feel uncomfortable doing so!]

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𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: Mentions of blood, Implied Self-Harm, Some self-depreciation/Implied Suicidal Thoughts, Angst. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

                                        [LAUNCHING PROGRAM.                                               LOADING... 100%.]

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it began with pain.

it was always pain that brought her here.

a searing agony that tore through her very being with malicious intent.

all to send her back to the beginning.

as the memories sink their claws into her consciousness, choked sobs take hold.

they leave her in balled up pieces on the bathroom floor, overtaking the numbing coldness of the tiles.

better that she feels the warm torrents of tears streaming down her face than the blood from her reopened wounds.

blood that she had shed by her own hand.

blood that she had shed to atone for her grievous sins.

blood that she had shed to remind herself of her inhumanity.

with each shaky breath that enters and exits her tormented vessel, the thoughts worsen and echo through her mind.

> all you cause is destruction wherever you go

> you're useless pathetic weak you mean nothing to no one

> nothing but a parasite a monster of no value

> perhaps mori should've left you to die the moment he acquired you

\ shut up...

a hoarse whisper passes her lips.

\ shutupshutupshutupSHUTUP

with each iteration her voice becomes a scream for help.

a wish that someone would save her from this nightmare.

a wish she knows she doesn't deserve.

she'll never deserve it for what she's done.

for the people she slaughtered.

for the pain she inflicted on others without a single moment's hesitation.

for the helplessness he had ingrained into her being.

her sobs become much more violent as she begs a voiceless god to forgive her for the lives she had stained on her hands.

but god doesn't answer.

an omnipotent being she prayed would save her was nothing more than a farce.

nothing more than another voyeuristic bastard that most likely took great pleasure from seeing her like this.

just like him.

as a dull pounding begins to make itself noticed within the confines of her skull, the bathroom door clicks open followed by rushed footsteps drawing closer to where she was huddled up.

she can't hear much over the cacophony of her own mind; but she feels a pair of hands grab hold of her, arms wrapping tightly around her in disregard to the blood and tears that soaked her clothes.

{ violetta? vio, can you hear me?

makoto sounds worried, and rightly so; it's not common for him to find someone he cares about curled up and bleeding.

he moves one hand up to cradle violetta's head as he holds her tightly, fighting back the tears that prick at his hazel eyes.

\ just leave me mako... i don't deserve to be comforted. i don't deserve to be treated like a human. i don't deserve to live...

she pushes him away weakly, her bloodshot slate and gold eyes begging him for mercy.

a mercy reserved for those of pure souls.

a mercy she lost the right to long ago.

{ don't say that. i don't ever want to hear you say that again, violetta.

a single tear rolls down his cheek as he grits his teeth at her dismissal of her own right to live.

as he looks into her eyes, he rests his forehead against hers.

the blood from her wounds seeps into the fabric of his shirt, staining the once pristine article of clothing.

his voice becomes a soft whisper, as controlled as he can muster as his own emotions overwhelm him.

{ your life has value, violetta murakami. i can assure you of that. and even if you don't believe me, i'll always be here. just... please promise me you'll stay... please... for me...

she grips onto his bloodied shirt in reciprocation.

\ i promise...

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                                                    [ERROR!                           PROGRAM TERMINATED UNEXPECTEDLY.                   WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESTART THE PROGRAM?]                                      <YES>                          <NO>