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epicmetanoia · 5 months

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Dear Queen,

I feel the need to have a stream of consciousness, of honesty too. I want to have it face to face as I feel the need to be understood deeply and completely and to make sure that there are no misinterpretations. And I think that we say more with our body, our voice, our silence, our tears pouring over our cheeks than words on a screen. But I'll try to connect with the writer-lover in me, and hope that he can put the words in the right syntax so that you can have a full picture of how amazing I think Ficus is, and how it has all my Love. So, chill!

Yes, I'm an idealist, a romantic, a narcissist, a materialist, everything that it's right and wrong in the world. In this context, my definition of Love was always: "Love is to give someone the Power to destroy you, and having Faith that they won't use it."

But I need to do some metacognition rewiring, for now my definition for Love is: "Love is giving someone the Power to destroy you, knowing that they will use it." And that's ok, that's fine, because I know what I have to do to survive it.

Before we get to that, let's ditch the mythopoetic and go all neuroscience for a while. What I see happening now is that there is a crossroad. You step in your real life and I become a Fantasy. And that's ok, that's fine, I'll be the best Fantasy you will ever have. You'll feel the need to get checked out regularly because you are sure that you suffer from schizophrenia. But the role of a Fantasy in the mental processes of a person is to die. Fantasy usually appears in a person's life when they have to deal with something so huge and heavy that it would break the psychic. So, to make sure that it survives, it fragments itself and escapes in something parallel until it passes and the status quo is restored, or they grow the capacities to deal with it. This is something that everyone does, if it's a proper strategy or not, that's not the question, it works.

In the same aspect, it doesn't matter what you believe about vows or anything in particular. It matters what everyone else believes. And what makes me good at being me is also what brings me the most pain. Because I feel everyone else so deeply, and having over 100 people project that idea, that declaration, that everything… it will crush me without some rewiring.

I became aware of a pattern, and this is the one that I need to rewire. But before that, did you know that guilt is a symptom of B12 deficiency, and cramps are a symptom of heavy metal poisoning from eating too much tuna? It's fascinating to observe myself on how different my mental processes are depending on my diet that year.

And I don't think I'm wrong when I'm saying that vegetarians are usually nice people. They aren't agitated, they take their time, they have empathy and look from someone else's perspective easily, have patients, easily sacrifice themselves, yada, yada. But there is this part that also thinks that he is stronger than everyone else, that he can carry more pain, more of everything. That he is the luckiest man alive and it’s ok to pass this opportunity to someone else because something new and better always waits around the corner, yada, yada, yada.

But even in my “divorce” it was incredible to see how we, each other, would give something that means the world to the other, and the other would just put it with the trash, or give it to someone else, like it was nothing.

And this is the pattern I need to change, not kill completely, but make it evolve into something different. It’s present in every relationship, every dynamic, no matter the nature. Not become the bad guy, but be comfortable with that. Because in the microcosmos, I might not be, but in the macrocosmos I will be the bad guy in the story.

At this moment in time, my mental image of me as a bad guy is a biker, on his motorcycle with a shotgun, and I really don't like that image and I never wanted to deal with it. It usually comes out only when mortal danger is near, otherwise I keep it buried somewhere dark and deep. Because it has the capacity to protect, but inflicts enormous pain as well. It’s very comfortable with inflicting pain just because it can.

But I found a new mental image of The Bad Guy that fits me more like a glove and doesn’t smell of gasoline. And I’ll take active steps in integrating it, and hopefully it will teach me how to survive this transformation. Because I have a real life to live as well. And I don’t want to die with the Fantasy.

And yes, 3 years is not arbitrary. From my experience, 3 years is the max I can sustain Love, if it doesn’t transform into something more it dies. Because Love is never enough for a real relationship. And from our legal system perspective, that's the earliest you could separate, depending on the context.

In our Survival dance I’ll be your best number two, but also Dwight to your Jim. You’ll hate me every day.

In my Sacral Dance, this is the biggy … I need to start doing, building, being. And I’m the kind of person that doesn’t do anything alone. Not because I can’t, but because I don’t want to and I can’t. Because it’s a dance, it’s not a solo show.

Loving you is amazing, it’s painful, it’s hard, it makes me grow. It’s what love is! With all its light and darkness, wrapt in one.

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rex101111 · 2 years

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Cheap choice but I genuinely love hearing you talk about him, so Anji?

– Overall opinion of them

He's a fucking weasel and I love him. There's just something striking about a guy who's whole deal is lying to everybody's faces with a serene smile when the series he's in is full of people who could rip him in half if they wanted to. His whole deal was being a smooth talker and never showing his true nature and overall just being confusing for everyone around him and I dunno I know you think he's too flippant but something about him just seemed interesting to me straight off.

And him finally showing at least part of that true nature around someone he actually cares about and using those exact same tricky tricks to do some good and help people is just icing.

– Gender/sexuality headcanons

Baiken-sexual. I kid I kid, if only slightly. Personally I see him as Demi because I don't think he's ever shown any actual interest with anyone other than Baiken. Gender-wise cis, but I'm cool with whatever, though the idea of Trans Anji showing off his mastectomy scars has always been one I've been especially fond of. Of course he's running around without a shirt on, he's put a lot of time effort and money into those boobs so he's gotta show them off!

– Favorite moment in canon

That one arcade ending (in X I think) where he very casually tells I-No that Asuka is very disappointed in her and then traps her in a crystal while she's cursing him out. Just something about how blasé he is about the whole thing. He very easily just brushes off I-No's angry comments and does his job without a hint of hesitation or remorse.

It's one of his darker moments, no question, but I like to keep this moment in mind because for all of his dancing and grinning, Anji is also ruthless and cold when he needs to be and I think that's an aspect of his character that she be explored more.

...oh, also any and every moment he shares with Baiken, both because I am biased and because they just bring out the worst and best in each other.

– Favorite moment in a fanwork

There's this one piece I can't for the life of me remember who made that has Anji carrying Baiken on his back. She's throwing a bit of a fit up there, but isn't really visibly attempting to get him to drop her, while Anji is just happy as a clam and grinning dopily at her while she's yelling at him.

It's a very good summation of their relationship, I think.

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise

"...I'm not the only one. [...] Check my mirror someday, you'll see." Maybe it's because Another Story has stuck itself in my mind but I just really like that line. It says something seemingly innocuous on the surface, but soon reveals itself to be a much deeper cut than you first imagined. Anji in a nutshell.

But also: "...I dunno, I don't have an answer to that. All I know is, I don't want you to die. [...] Ok, let's go. From now on, it's my job to keep you alive. So get used to having me by your side." Childish, presumptuous...but it's also one of the first moments where we see this guy being honest.

– Characters I love seeing them interact with

....do i need to say it? do I? Okay so Baiken is the obvious answer because you put this smooth talker with the rough and tumble samurai and you get fireworks but other than that, him and Chipp are an amusing duo. With Baiken he's able to be serious but with Chipp he's either forced into being the Ninja Babysitter when Answer isn't available or he gets dragged along with Chipps nonsense and they have an Excellent Adventure and it is a treat.

– Last thing before sleeping headcanons

He stretches. I think he's also gotten into the habit of looking into the mirror before he sleeps and muttering, "you're anji mito, remember, you are anji mito", because there is no way that is his actual name and he needs to remind himself that he's grown past that, but having a hundred aliases tucked away in your head for anytime use could get confusing.

– Sleeping habits headcanons

He's a wired, shallow sleeper. He goes to sleep very quickly and wakes up very easily. He's the kinda guy that, if you startle him awake, his instinctual response is to throw a punch.

– First thing after waking up headcanons

He checks his surroundings (where's my bag, where's Zessen, where's Baiken ah fuck where's my damn glasses) and then gets up for a glass of water and to splash water on his face. He wakes up early and doesn't waste time.

– Favorite locations headcanon

He's learned not to get attached to any one place, being a wanted vagabond traveling with another wanted vagabond means that staying in one spot for too long means people will start wondering if you look similar to a poster they saw the other day. But personally I think he's very fond of grassy hills. Perfect for sitting down and admiring the view.

#answers #broken clover #guilty gear #Anji Mito #aaaah that was fun!#also i sent you an ask ALSO with Anji XD did you get it?

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underragingwaves · 2 years

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This is my entry for @doctorwhoandfairytaillover's Short & Sweet challenge. 😊 Congratulations on your well-deserved follower count, dear Ray! As you know, keeping things short isn't really my strong suit but I'm very proud to say I managed to keep this under 700 words hahaha! 😂

I hope you'll enjoy this little nugget I wrote for you. 💕 Thank you for making the fandom life a brighter space to be in! (And a ty to @vikingstrash for helping me sort initial thoughts on this piece and jogging my foggy brain in more ways than one, appreciate it!)

People used to die in lion dens, or so her father had said.

She'd long dreamed of it as a child. Of daylight shut out by cover of a large stone, casting her into shadow. Of sharp teeth that would not gleam in warning, not in this present darkness, and of a stench of breath that carried a most peculiar ripeness. She'd thought of those nights as death, constricted by her bed covers, throat parched and mouth cotton-stuffed with softness instead of sharper snaps.

There is a way out of the den, father had claimed, if you believe like Daniel. If you believe God can send an angel to shut the mouths of lions. She remembers how his voice had turned grave in warning. How it had seemed, just for a moment, that father had meant something else entirely and they were not discussing punishments anymore. She recalls his hand on her shoulder, heavier than any lion's coat. If you live your life as though the lions in the den will find you innocent.

She's a woman grown now, no longer wary of darkness. There is hardly any room for it here, with candles that forever seem to burn with how quickly they are replaced, with moonlight sneaking silver tendrils into her husband's hair.

Ethelfled watches the light dance further onto his cheek. His hand's not left her hair since earlier this eve, buried in it as though her locks are a lion's mane to tame, and she knows the smile that plays around his mouth all too well. She's now turned his gaze away from its wander over documents and maps she knows almost as well as he, though she will not admit to tracing their ink paths with her fingers in his many absences. She has merely asked him to bed this eve, and her husband knows how to fall into obedience when she voices such requests.

Were she a fiercer woman, she'd crow victory over such a feat. Ethelfled thinks there might be time to, later, but not now when she is not certain of the final outcome. She hasn't the mouth of lions, not like her husband's mother does. She cannot roar all of court into falling in step with her, least of all when there are such men as that Viking present who'll pad across any room in dead silence and speak her tongue in the strangest lilt that carries something of a viper's sting.

She's not fit to be queen of a den such as this one.

"Æthelred," she whispers, watching her husband's eyes flutter as he registers the barely-there sound. Her fingers tangle with his, in the centre of the little space between them, and she doesn't speak again until his fingers squeeze an I'm listening assurance in return. "Tell me we have time to leave this court and journey into Wessex."

"What?" His voice is hoarse. His brow furrowed. "Why would..."

"Staying is only going to do us harm." She tries to bite the words the way she thinks a lion might, though her husband's confusion does not waver once. "It will hurt, and it will never be what you wanted, and you are a right fool for believing otherwise." She draws a deep breath. "If I have figured out your play at kingship, then so will everyone else. If they have not already done just that."

"It's..." He huffs out a breath. "It is complicated."

Ethelfled hasn't the heart to laugh. "It's quite simple, really," she hums. "That uncomfortable chair is not going anywhere, love. Plenty of time to seat it, still." When we are both older, and less prone to folly. When I have loved you well enough to want to share you with all of England. "You will never regain the time you could have spent with your child."

"With my...?"

She thinks he laughs like lions might, when finding something innocent amid the ruin. Thinks this is how to live, with his hand warm on her belly and his mouth on her pulse.

Thinks it must be enough, until they walk free of the den.

#vikings #Ethelfled #Æthelred #Æthelred x Ethelfled #urwfic #short and sweet challenge #ray's 700 follower celebration

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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #199

Today on Fate and Phantasms we're making the Jotaro Kujo of FGO, Semiramis! (Seriously, how does that cape/hair... thing work? It's wild.) The queen of poisons is a Graviturgy Wizard to make building a floating castle slightly less difficult to make and cooler to live in, plus a Witherbloom Druid for some dove friends and extra poisons. If you've seen our builds for Waver and Edison, you might know already that building things with magic is costly and time-consuming, and for once that is 100% accurate to the character. Get ready, this is gonna be a weird one.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: I'm 40% appendicitis!

Race and Background

Semiramis is technically an aasimar, but she doesn't fly around or heal people, so we can just focus on her human side. .... Oooor we can focus on those ears, because we need to nick some stuff from being an Elf. Specifically, we're going with the Vahadar Elf from Plane Shift Kaladesh, since they've got the ears, the proficiencies we'll need later, and their backstory's still about living in general society, unlike wood elves and other Kaladeshian elves. Thanks to Tasha's Cauldron of Everything, this gives her +2 Intelligence and +1 Wisdom, as well as Darkvision, Fey Ancestry against being charmed, a Trance instead of sleep so she can't be put to sleep, Keen Senses for proficiency in Perception, the Mending cantrip to piece together the castle later, and most importantly Elf Weapon Training. Normally this would give her proficiency with four weapons, but thanks to Tasha's we can swap this out with four tools instead. Carpenter's, Glassblower's, Mason's, and Smith's Tools proficiency should give us everything we need to build a castle later- we'll go into the why when we get there.

Semiramis is also a Noble- grab History, but swap out Persuasion for Deception. Yeah, not even her background can escape how weird this build is.

Ability Scores

Poisoning skills come from Intelligence (I think. WotC are really nonspecific about how to actually fucking make poison), and it's also your main casting modifier: put that first. Second should be your Charisma, nobody drinks poison on purpose, so you'd better get good at lying. After that is Wisdom. If your poisons aren't made with Intelligence it'll definitely be wisdom. That means your Dexterity isn't great- yeah, you fight in a dress, but if you're fighting and not your lackeys, something's gone wrong. We're not dumping Constitution because we're not stupid, so dump Strength instead. You've got minions to carry rocks around for you.

Class Levels

Wizard 1: Starting as a wizard nets you the weakest hit die in the game, but it also gets you proficiency in Intelligence and Wisdom saves, plus the Arcana and Medicine skills. You're half caster, and if you want to ruin someone's bodily functions you have to know what those are first. Starting as a wizard also gets you Spells that you can cast and prepare using your Intelligence. You get six at first level and two each level after. That's a lot, so we're just going to over spells that are important for the build here, though there's a full list of what we'd get in the character sheet. For cantrips, grab Infestation and Poison Spray for poison damage. For once infestation is completely kosher as is, since Semiramis can summon any creature as long as its poisonous. Also, grab Message. Castle halls are big and echo-y, and it's probably not a good idea to shout at people to find out which glass they put the poison in. Aside from that, grab Mage Armor so you die less, Magic Missile for Assassin balls, and Tenser's Floating Disk to carry all the raw materials you'll be using later. Finally, you get an Arcane Recovery once per long rest, letting you recover a couple spell slots on a short rest. The total level you recover is equal to half your wizard level, rounded up.

Wizard 2: Going into second level of wizard gives you a school of magic, and it's hard to lift several tons of stone into the air if you're not into Graviturgy. When you take the subclass, you can Adjust Density as an action, doubling or halving a large or smaller creature/object's weight for up to a minute with concentration. If you reduce a creature's weight it'll increase their speed by 10', double their jump distance, and have disadvantage on strength saves and checks, and vice versa if you increase it. I checked, and stone is roughly 1,000 times denser than air, not 2, so we'll have to do some brewing later to make this work out. Make your strong minions stronger, your fast minions faster, or do the opposite for your enemies.

Wizard 3: Third level wizards get second level spells. You won't get any dragons in this build, sad to say, but you can use Dragon's Breath to turn just about anything into a dragon. They can even spit poison breath, which is really good with the poisoner's feat. Speaking of..

Wizard 4: First Ability Score Improvement of the build, so grab the Poisoner's Feat for more poisony goodness. All poison-based damage rolls you make ignore resistance, you can coat weapons as a bonus action, and you get proficiency in the poisoner's kit. You also learn a special poison that'll force a dc 14 constitution save on the creature you use it on, dealing 2d8 poison damage and poisoning them for a round.

Wizard 5: Fifth level wizards get third level spells. Animate Dead will help you make dragontooth warriors, a.k.a. skeletons. You can make one per casting right now, but you can recast the spell to retain control over up to three skeletons at once. Otherwise they'll be uncontrollable monsters, which is probably less of a goal.

Druid 1: Semiramis might be known for her poisons, but she's really a multifaceted person. Well, not really, but if you want poisons, you're going to get them from animals. If you want animals, you're going to get them from druids. First level druids learn Druidic- it's a language! They also get another set of Spellcasting using their Wisdom to cast and prepare spells. Check the multiclassing table to figure out your spell slots. Grab Guidance and Resistance to be a bit better than everyone else. For first level spells, look for Entangle and Snare to summon chains to slow down enemies, and Speak with Animals to make sure your dovey-woveys know their work is appreciated. We haven't gotten dovey-woveys yet? Don't worry, they're coming.

Druid 2: Second level druids join their circle, and you're so goddamn smart you just joined another school. At the college of Witherbloom, you'll learn how to turn the vitality of nature into deadly poisons. Right off the bat you get circle spells, which are always prepared for you and don't count against how many spells you can prepare. Right now you get the Spare the Dying cantrip as well as Cure and Inflict Wounds. Now you don't literally have to summon a whip every time you want to hit someone. You can also tap in creatures' essences with your Essence Tap. As a bonus action, you empower yourself for 1 minute, gaining one of two options. Overgrowth lets you heal yourself with a hit die each turn as a bonus action, adding your wisdom modifier to the amount healed. Withering Strike lets you change your damage to necrotic when you hit someone with any sort of damage, ignoring resistances to make your poisons even deadlier. You can use this proficiency times per long rest. Most importantly, you gain a Wild Shape / Wild Companion. Both features use the same two charges per short rest. You're limited to what you can turn into based on its CR and movement options, but those limits and how long you can transform/summon a creature for grows as you level up. Currently I'd stick with Wild Companion for dove familiars, but some versions of Semiramis' story include her turning into a dove herself at the end, so Wild Shape isn't out of the question. As long as we sink eight levels into druid, at least.

Druid 3: Third level druids get second level spells, like your freebies Lesser Restoration and Ray of Enfeeblement. Look, if you're going to make poisons it only makes sense that you'd have antidotes on hand. You can also grab spells like Animal Messenger to send your doves out for ingredients, and Locate Animals or Plants to find them yourself.

Wizard 6: Sixth level graviturgists can make a Gravity Well when you cast a spell, moving the target 5 feet in any direction if it is willing or you successfully hit it with the spell. Speaking of spells that push people, Pulse Wave does just that, stepping in for the big stompy dragon animation. Creatures in a 30' cone make a constitution save, and if they fail they'll take force damage and get pushed back 15', or 20' with Gravity Well. You can also pull them, but that's not really stompy at that point. You can also Summon Undead to create a stronger skeleton to lead the others.

Druid 4: At fourth level, druids can transform into swimming creatures, and you also get another ASI. Bump up your Intelligence for stronger spells. Also, grab the Control Fire cantrip, it'll be cold in your castle without it.

Druid 5: Fifth level druids get third level spells, like Revivify and Vampiric Touch. Neither of those are in character, but you can also Conjure Animals (as long as they're poisonous) and Dispel Magic to keep your throne room free of nonsense.

Wizard 7: Seventh level wizard get fourth level spells, including the one we've been working our way up to, Fabricate! As long as you have the raw materials, you can turn them into products of the same material. Since you're working with stone, you're limited to creating Medium objects this way. Just line the outside of the medium objects you make with halves of smaller objects, then mend them together, and eventually you'll have a castle. This will take a while. For a decent-sized castle of 300'x400', you'll be looking at roughly 480 medium-sized blocks per floor. At level 20 you'll have 12 spell slots of fourth level or higher, so you can knock out a floor in roughly 40 days, not including things like doors or other furniture. Also worth noting, you can't make fancy things like glass without proficiency in the tools required to make them normally, hence all the tool proficiencies from your racial bonuses.

Wizard 8: Use your next ASI to bump up your Wisdom for better healing and stronger druid spells. You also learn Mordenkainen's Private Sanctum, so you can prevent creatures from spying into your hanging gardens. Especially useful is the ability to block creatures from teleporting or plane shifting onto your grounds, as that's probably the only way to approach your gardens safely. Or at least it is after you learn Ice Storm, a long range spell that pelts enemies with ice and turns the area into difficult terrain. Of note, it doesn't say the ground, so the entire cylinder will be difficult to fly through. If you want to build giant arcane cannons instead for authenticity, I salute you. Just remember that'll have to come out of your budget.

Wizard 9: Ninth level wizards get fifth level spells, and Wall of Stone will help you speed up construction by making ten 10'x10' panels or ten 10'x20' panels. You can also use this spell to create bridges or the like, and if you hold concentration for 10 minutes the stone remains permanently. If you want to skimp on materials so you can just get this fucking thing in the air already, this'll help with that. You're also learning Geas. If you can't summon a dragon, forcibly controlling a dragon is the next best thing.

Druid 6: Did you think we were done with druid? I said we were stuck here for 8 levels, didn't I? Sixth level witherbloom druids can make a Witherbloom Brew thanks to their new proficiency with Herbalism kits. At the end of a long rest, you can use that kit to make Proficiency brews, which last for 24 hours. A Fortifying brew gives a creature resistance to a damage type chosen at brewing (cold, fire, necrotic, poison, or radiant) for an hour. A Quickening brew heals its drinker, and ends one disease or an effect of charming, frightening, paralyzation, poisoning, or stunning. Again, antidotes might be useful to have on hand, but the real reason we're here is for the Toxifying brew. You can apply the brew to a weapon, and the next time within an hour that weapon hits a creature, they take 2d6 poison damage and have to make a constituiton saving throw (DC 8 + your wisdom modifier + proficiency) or be poisoned for a minute. This is literally so much better than the poisoner feat what the hell.

Druid 7: Seventh level druids get fourth level spells, like Blight and Greater Restoration for stronger poisons and antidotes respectively. You can also Dominate Beast to hold any poisonous critters still while you milk them, or summon Giant Insects instead. They obey you and stay giant until they drop to 0 HP, dismiss the effect, the spell ends.

Druid 8: Our last level of druid finally lets you turn into a dove with a second Wild Shape Improvement. You also get another ASI, so bump up that Wisdom for stronger spells and poisons.

Wizard 10: Tenth level graviturgists can create a Violent Attraction between a creature's face and a weapon, causing a nearby weapon attack to deal an extra 1d10 damage. Alternatively, you can increase the attraction between a creature and the ground, adding 2d10. I doubt your hanging gardens need help making the fall more deadly, but now you can help out of need be. You can do this Intelligence modifier per long rest.

Wizard 11: Eleventh level wizards get sixth level spells, like Guards and Wards. This will make it so much harder for enemies to breach your castle it isn't even funny, if the "hanging out in the stratosphere" thing didn't tip them off already.

Wizard 12: By twentieth level you should have a castle set up, so grab the Lucky feat. Basically, everything that can go right for you does while you're in your castle, so now you get 3 luck points per long rest to make sure that happens, letting you re-roll your attacks, saves, and checks, as well as attacks aimed at you.

So how the fuck do I get a flying castle?

So, admittedly this is up to DM fiat, but let's be real, a flying castle sounds sick as hell and gathering resources is a great reason to go adventuring. If I was your DM, it'd go something like this; After x months of research, you find a way to prepare materials so Adjust Density is permanent on them if you concentrate for the duration. Then you make and fuse together castle chunks as described in level twelve, and eventually you lighten the load on the special rocks so much they're lighter than air. Boom, liftoff, you're fucking awesome now. If you want to go down, just make the float rocks heavier again.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

Even if you don't build a giant floating castle in your adventure, that doesn't mean all this prepwork went to waste. You are a master at protecting areas from invasion, so no matter where you lay your head you know it's going to be safe. Not as safe as a floating castle, but still, safe.

By mixing together all your tool proficiencies with Fabricate, you can make pretty much whatever you need from raw materials. No more paying a smithy for fancier armor!

If you do get your castle in the air or you're near a cliff, you are incredibly deadly, with plenty of ways to shove opponents around or otherwise control movement. Slow them down, trip them up, or shove them off a cliff it's so good. Pulse people off the edge of your garden and laugh at them as they fall.

Cons:

There's literally no rules about building your own castles & poisons, so most of this build is entirely dependent on your DM. If you get a cool one, cool! If you don't, this build is pretty much a writeoff.

You need to hide away in your castle and send out minions because you're kind of pathetic in person. With only 14 AC and less than 100 HP, you'll go down faster than Medb if you don't use your Wild Shapes well.

A lot of that can be chalked up to mixing caster classes, meaning we have to spend more ASIs to make both spell modifiers good, and we miss out on higher level spells. Also, spending 8 levels in druid just to turn into a dove isn't that great unless you really want the flavor. I highly recommend skipping out after 6, the last graviturgy effect is great both to knock people out of the sky and make them bow if they get to your throne room.

But, getting to your throne room is 90% of the fight. This build is one that emphasizes patience, and that's what puts you above the common folk. Hang out in the stratosphere, attend social events in style, and let your poisons and skeleton warriors do the fighting for you. Just be glad there aren't any wacky knights riding hippogryphs around.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Semiramis #Wizard #Druid

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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HI, IT'S ME! YOUR LOCAL CHAOTIC WEIRDO!!!!! I'M BACK AGAIN LIKE I AM TWICE EVERY WEEK

IT'S MY BOY DAVID THIS TIME! WHY AM I SO HYPER! MAYBE BECAUSE THEY KISSED! AND I HAD TO SUPPRESS MY SCREAMS BCAUSE IM IN CLASS AND THE REST OF MY FAMILY IS OUTSIDE MY DOOR (NOT LITERALLY OFC)

OK OK OK OK OK OK

MAX AND DAVID ARE AT THE LONDON INSTITUTE YESYESYESYES

He rather liked that part in a story – when the hero fell, and everything seemed bleak. It always meant that hope was just around the corner. Because darkness never lasted. It was always followed by light. There was nothing more beautiful than that kind of sunrise.

THIS

I literally live my life by this analogy

AHHH DAVID IS ON HIS TRAVEL YEAR AND MAX IS WITH HIM

SCREAM

well i can't scream because my mom is sitting right there and I have class in 4 minutes so imma smile really wide

“Are you planning to read the entire library during your travel year?” Max chuckled.

“Of course not,” David replied. “I will need longer than a year to accomplish that goal.”

Me.

Wait

does max not being able to make portals have something to do with his lineage?

demon parent

ok so my programming class started 2 minutes early but screw programming I'm gonna be studying minds not this shit

ok that's a very bad attitude for someone who needs good grades in this year

Max was always hungry.

this is so me

KIT

THEY MENTIONED TY

also if David doesn't become an institute head in the future THEN WHAT'S THE POINT

“Where is the kitchen?” Max interrupted.

max is such a mood

He had told Max that he had centuries to perfect his magic, that there was no need to rush it. Max had given him a noncommittal nod and nothing more.

HE'S GONNA MAKE THE BEST PORTALS YOU'LL SEE

“I won’t tell the Consul,” Kit winked.

At the mention of the Consul, David straightened up. He had been trying to get into Alec Lightwood’s good graces for years now. He didn’t think sharing a room with his son would do him any favors.

DAVID UDUCDFUHKDUHVUHSDH

PLEASE IF WE DON'T GET A CUTE ALEC AND DAVID SCENE SOON

KIT CALLED TESSA MOM

oh my god

Word was that Mr. Herondale had gone back to his obsession with brewing tea.

JACE

I have so many emotions right now but all I'm gonna say is that I'm so so proud of Rafael

“Do you not want to sleep with me?” Max asked.

UH-

WELL-

DAVID STOP THINKING ABOUT THE FUTURE AND ALL THE SHIT

STOP IT

OH MY GOD THE ONE BED TROPE

MAX IS IN HIS ARMS I'M ABOUT TO-

takes a deep breath don't scream. everyone outside this door thinks you're taking programming class

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY

AWW JULIAN PAINTED PORTRAITS FOR THE INSTITUTE

The one of Will Herondale and Tessa Gray – A love that had transcended reality and lasted a lifetime.

The one of James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs – A love that had started with a lie and then blossomed into nothing but happiness and devotion.

The one of Lucie Herondale and Jesse Blackthorn – A love that had been so powerful that it rewrote the past.

The one of Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild – A love that had walked through hell and shaken up the heavens.

And then there the final one. The one of Kit Herondale and Tiberius Blackthorn – A love that had survived distance and darkness and doom.

This omg...

He wanted a love story. The kind he read in the books. The kind he saw in these portraits.

But he wasn’t a Herondale. He wasn’t sure if he was destined for that kind of love.

HEY

DON'T THINK LIKE THAT

The first part though

same

He might have been a little too excited. It was biologically impossible to control yourself when you find a stranger reading your favorite book in the whole world.

SO TRUE

“I see you already made a new friend,” Max said.

He sounded a little…odd. As if he was not pleased that David had made a new friend.

honey...

take a guess

can I jump in and bash their heads together?

“You are thinking of conjuring chocolate syrup, aren’t you?” David chuckled.

“How do you always know what’s on my mind?” Max chuckled back.

Because I know you, David wanted to say. I just wish I knew what’s in your heart too.

OH MY GOD I CANT WITH THIS

“You get chocolate syrup! You get chocolate syrup! You get chocolate syrup!” Max was yelling, standing on the chair.

They residents laughed harder, and David shook his head fondly. He hoped one day Max would pursue a career in theatre. He was a born showman.

can I have chocolate syrup?

also, the way David is just so fond of him like DYUSDGYJCDYUJM

“By the angel, do you have to be a drama queen about everything?” the boy next to them muttered – not so quietly.

David blinked. That was uncalled for.

But Max being Max was completely unfazed. “Of course I do. My Bapa would be personally offended otherwise.”

exactly you rude little shit

Max often pretended like people’s words didn’t hurt him - just as he pretend that fire doesn’t burn or wounds don’t bleed.

wow ok stop calling me out

Is max jealous??????

is he??????

how are people so good at languages like damn

“Oh my god,” Max groaned. “Is he already telling people to check on me?”

LMAO

using mundane medicine...

that's risky

but it's also something that WILL help

can't warlocks tamper with the blood samples?

A part of him wondered if that’s why he had agreed to send Max away to London – at least for a week. Because sometimes you didn’t want other people to see you were hurting.

alec I really goddamn hope you're dealing with this well

some of whom had even decided to die than get help from a warlock.

alright then gets my knives but you chose this :D

Nobody brought a book down for breakfast if they didn't like to read.

yes but sometimes also to seem busy so people won't bother you or you won't look alone.

“I know,” the boy said as he walked past them to the gate. “I sat on the stairs and thought about life for a few good minutes.”

his family is the one who took over David's previous institute (i can't spell that. marse- marselli- wat??) methinks.

The gang always visited whenever all of them were in the city together. They would have so much fun! Of course, the 'fun' mostly entailed Rafael stopping Georgia from drinking random potions she found in the stalls, Selena stopping Lexi from opening a psychic booth to help people talk to Raziel and of course David stopping Max from running to the gambling booths.

LMAO, I CANT WITH THIS-

Rafe: I am anxiety.

me at any given moment

EW TESTICLES HE'S EATING THOSE-

ok maybe I'm the only person who's really picky when it comes to food and doesn't eat the majority of things

“Anything on Magnus Bane?” Max asked.

“No,” the woman snapped and shoved some of the letters into a bag and hide it under the table. “Leave Magnus Bane alone!”

“Appreciate your loyalty,” Max winked at her and started examining a diary.

I like her.

"Everyone should be participating in this" -my programming teacher

me, an intellectual: participating in what?? goes to the class web THE FUCK IS THAT

“Something for the shadowhunter?” the woman smiled. “Perhaps an unpublished snippet from the Beautiful Cordelia?”

“Do you have any love letters?” David asked.

“Hmmm,” the woman went through the pages. “I do have a correspondence between an Iblis demon and Christopher Lightwood? Would you be interested in that?”

if u don't mind I would love to see both of those-

you know I just remembered I have a computer assignment I need to submit by the end of this week fml

“Never fall in love with an immortal,” she giggled again. “We don’t like staying in one place.”

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

MAX WHERE ARE YOU

why are we using x and 3 in programming class what the heck is going on

“I’m not just some warlock,” Max said, his voice low. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

GIVE HIM THAT NECKLACE BACK

we usually have programming once a week on our physical school days and those are fun because my and my friend are continuously passing notes and talking to each other through writing

The scene where Max fought off all the evil people who tried to steal his valuable belonging. He would fight without breaking a sweat and throw magic fireballs at everyone and then get his necklace back. And then he would kiss David in front of everyone and it would somehow rain all of a sudden.

But life wasn’t a movie or a book. Life was just life.

life's boring

fuck life

I just heard a student ask "why are we not taking out the values of b and c" BESTIE I THOUGHT WE WERE DOING PROGRAMMING AND NOT ALGEBRA?????

“I know there wasn’t anyone to protect you before,” Magnus Bane had said. “But we are here now. We will protect you. This will protect you.”

He hadn’t wanted it back then. He didn't even want it even now.

He didn’t want something to protect him. Most importantly, he didn’t want to cover his scar. He didn’t want to hide it. He wasn’t ashamed of it. It wasn’t a mark of a victim. It was the mark of a survivor.

So, David had smiled and given the bracelet back.

“I never wanted to be protected,” David had replied. “I only ever wanted to be loved.”

The warlock had smiled at that and given David a hug. It had felt different than other hugs he had experienced since he had come to New York.

It wasn’t just the magic. Magnus Bane carried so much love inside himself you could literally feel it through him.

I'm gonna cry during my programming class (where we're doing variables apparently all of a sudden??)

this is so beautiful

“I wasn’t talking about Bapa,” Max said now. “I was talking about the other one.”

David chuckled at that. “Oh, yeah. He is definitely going to kill you.”

what flowers would you like at your funeral?

so Jackson has family troubles

I've definitely got that

yeah I know what it's like to be jealous of someone else's perfect family

JACKSON WTF

Is he trying to ruin max's relationship with his family???

oh hell no

JACKSON THE AUDACITY

“One stolen necklace, One broken nose and One bruised cheek,” he said. “And you’ve been in London for less than a day.”

kit seriously? but is he wrong though?

“This is what I get for falling for a Lightwood-Bane,” David sighed and walked through the portal.

WELL AT LEAST HE'S SELF AWARE

Jackson...

in some ways, I can empathize with him. my younger self anyway. but Jackson this is not how you do things

There was a moment of silence and then Magnus Bane giggled.

“I do love it when the quiet ones go feral,” the warlock grinned.

MAGNUS

NOT.THE.TIME

(me too)

“David!” Mr Herondale gasped. “Is your hand okay?”

yup that's Jace y'all

David hated violence. He hated fighting – which he was often not allowed to say out loud considering he was a shadowhunter.

But it was the truth. He hated hurting people – or even things. It made him feel sick.

“It’s alright, Chouchou,” Mr Herondale ran a hand through David’s hair. “Next time, just-”

“Use my words?” David asked.

“Just don’t get caught,” the man winked.

and that is why I would never want to be a shadowhunter.

I know saying that doesn't do anything but when I first read tsc I wanted to be a shadowhunter really badly and damn that was some time ago but now...violence of any kind is my biggest trigger idek why. and I hate that so much because what kind of a person gets triggered by loud voices and fighting EVEN ON SCREEN??? I usually just push myself to watch stuff because it's dumb. I refuse to see trigger warnings before reading a book or watching a show because damn it, I should be able to stand those things I'm, not a child. and it may be doing me more harm than good but I shouldn't feel like this in the first place

okay...that was long

ANYWAY

“David, I appreciate you standing up for Max,” the Consul said. “But next time, please try not to punch anyone in the face.”

“Yes, sir,” David nodded. “Because it’s wrong.”

“Because it means more paperwork for me,” the Consul groaned and then straightened up. “But yes. Absolutely. Very wrong. No punching people!”

LMAO ALEC

Jackson...

I was wrong then

He was grinning. Magnus Bane must have raised hell in the shadow market.

that must have been fun

Max was doing that thing where he was not trying to pout but he was mostly definitely pouting. It made David want to kiss him. But then the Consul spoke, and David reminded himself he didn’t want to be the third person to get punched in the face this evening.

well-

“I understand that Jackson has been through a lot. But that’s not an excuse for him to hurt those around him. I learned that lesson the hard way. So, you shouldn’t excuse his behaviour.”

someone's trauma and pain is never an excuse to hurt others

but that doesn't mean we should invalidate their trauma either

“You can stay back and try to help him. I won’t stop you,” the man got up now. “But if he tries to hurt you-”

“You will unleash hell?” David chuckled.

“Worse,” the other man grinned. “I will unleash Lexi.”

that is much much worse

Books brought him comfort in so many ways. Just holding one in his hands automatically made him feel better.

oh my god

he gets it

I always have a book with me when I'm out even if I'm not gonna get the time to read it because just the weight and comfort of it in my hands or in my backpack brings me so much comfort and helps with my social anxiety so much

no one understands when I try to tell them that

you get it...

someone gets it finally

AYYY IRENE

“David, it’s very sweet that you want to protect Jackson,” Kit pointed out. “But literally no one is buying that. Not even Irene.”

The lynx purred on his lap as if she agreed with Kit.

“I could break into a liquor cabinet,” David said a little indignantly.

David is the nicest you can get

David wouldn’t. Apparently, everyone already seemed to know that - even the lynx he had met five minutes ago.

we are solving something in class and it's really quiet because we're all doing our work (I'm reading the fic so-) and this one person had their mic open and they kept on whispering their steps and it was so weird I cant-

BUT YES DAVID IS A CINNAMON ROLL. EVEN THE LYNX KNOWS

“We were talking about shitty fathers,” Jackson pointed out. “You’re welcome to stay.”

“I’m gonna need something stronger than red wine for this conversation,” Kit chuckled.

I remember that bitch

David used to do it when he was a child. He used to pretend his life was a story. He used to pretend everything that happened to him was happening to some other boy – a boy who wasn’t real. A boy who lived inside a book. Because it hurt a little less when you pretend like it wasn’t happening to you.

But the pain was still very real.

OK YOU CAN STOP CALLING ME OUT NOW

“I fucking hate ogres,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Was your father an ogre too?” Jackson asked.

“He was more like a harpy,” Kit snorted. “He was always flying and fleeing. I didn’t know how deep his talons were in my head until it was too late.”

you really like traumatizing all your characters, don't you?

I really fucking hope the ogre got what he deserved

and if the angel is dead then fuck everyone

“I mean, there was that time when Sebastian Morgenstern turned my father into the endarkened, and then he went around killing people. So, I would say he was more like a zombie,” the man was explaining now. “The zombie father tried to kill me but my brother killed him first.”

“Good lord!” Jackson said in shock.

Kit chuckled softly. “Boy do shadowhunters need therapy.”

they really do

He knew about those from New York. He knew Mr Herondale and Miss Fairchild went for one together.

YES GET THEM THERAPY

“Yikes,” Kit chuckled. “I’d prefer something classier. How about London Boys?”

“None of us are from London though,” Tiberius pointed out.

“The Beatles are not actually beetles, Ty,” Kit chuckled. “It’s just for pizazz.”

damn guys

Then the idea of a band turned into a possible YouTube channel where they would react to cute animal videos.

YS DO IT

“When people do awful things, really awful things, at one point we stop being surprised. Like what Valentine did to his children or what our fathers did to us or what those women did to Rafael. We might have been shocked or disgusted. But it wasn’t unrealistic, was it?”

“I guess not,” the boy said.

“Even when they did the most unimaginable acts of cruelty, it somehow managed to fit into our imagination. We accepted that the world can be unrealistically cruel. The kind of cruelty we will never understand. But why isn’t it the same for kindness? Why is that when someone is too kind, we automatically feel uncomfortable? We judge their intensions or think they are just pretending to be nice. We think they are being unrealistic. Why is that?”

we get so used to cruelty that kindness feels weird

“But that’s how our life works, doesn’t it? It’s a giant ball of what ifs and could have beens and if nots. What if my father had loved me instead of hurt me? Could I have been kinder if I was hugged instead of being abused? Would have I been a different person if not for my trauma? Our lives are an endless collection of theories about our real selves. The one didn’t we never had the chance to become.”

THIS

I used to spend a bunch of time on the what-ifs but those are useless. so screw the what-ifs and live in the present

“I guess we’ll never know, Jackson. None of us will never know how we would have turned out if things had been different for us. We never got the chance to be who were meant to be. Instead, we became who we had to become to survive what we went through. We will never know our true selves. We only know the version of us that made it through all the trauma.”

“Christ, that’s depressing,” Jackson said.

“It is,” David nodded. “But we made it through. We survived. I think we should focus on that.”

you survived. that's what matters

“There is nothing wrong with wanting to be rescued,” David smiled.

I wish I had heard this before...

maybe I don't always have to be strong. maybe it's ok sometimes just want to be saved.

I'm so happy that both Jackson and David found each other

David had learned Gaelic. Jackson had learned how to play the piano.

They had laughed and lived and loved and learned.

And they had survived – one day at a time. The London Boys.

they survived.

I know I'm always key smashing and screaming but these words, these lines, all these chapters mean so so much to me.

“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” David asked, hugging Jackson closely.

“No,” Jackson replied. “I will FaceTime you like a normal person, you weirdo!”

David laughed at that. “I prefer letters. They are more emotional.”

“I’ll text you,” Jackson countered. “With emojis.”

oh to have someone write me letters.

I love writing letters

once at the end of a school year, I wrote little letters to everyone in my class anonymously. even the people who had been mean to me. that was like 1-2 years after my transfer to that school and everyone practically hated me but I wanted to do something nice because who knows what someone is going through. I ended up not putting them in people's desks...

I threw them all away :)

but writing letters is superior

I often write my feelings down and give the letter to someone rather than talk to someone

if you receive a letter from me or a custom-made gift...you have reached my ultimate friendship

oh my god. THIS IS HOW I SHOULD TALK TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS ABOUT MY FEELINGS

It's kind of been a mess between us and I want to talk to her but I didn't know how to.

this is why i shouldn't send asks-

JACKSON CATCHING UP ON MAX AND DAVID

“You know what it means,” Jackson grinned harder. “Also, if that wanker tries to break your heart, I will break his face.”

“You know he is the Consul’s son?” David giggled.

“I’ve done it once and I will do it again,” Jackson shrugged. “He better treat you right.”

"wanker"

I HAVE A BRITISH ONLINE FRIEND AND THEY CALLED OUR AMERICAN ONLINE FRIEND A WANKER

AND OUR OTHER BRITISH FRIEND JOINED IN

WHILE ALL THE NON-BRITISH PEOPLE WERE LIKE "huh"

Lexi had cut her hair even shorter. Her girlfriend apparently got something called an undercut.

“Just in case someone dared to assume we were straight,” she had winked at him.

how many years has this fake dating been going on...

CENTURION SELENA

fterA the twins went to bed, David stepped out of the institute and went looking for his heart.

"went looking for his heart"

OH FUCK I FORGOT TO JOIN MY CLASS

MAX STOP DEPLETING YOUR SELF GODDAMN

And then somewhere along the way, Max’s heartbeat had become the steadiest thing in David’s life.

Max, with all his chaos and drama and danger, had become the steadiest thing in David’s life.

oh my god that's a parallel from canon

“Tell me why.”

“Ain't nothing but a heart break!!"

Max-

Max could make fireballs that killed demons on the spot. He could summon things from anywhere. He could heal people with his eyes closed. He was one of the youngest warlocks allowed to visit the spiral labyrinth.

Max was a warlock in every sense. A good one. A great one even.

he is so talented...

Only idiots would underestimate Magnus Bane’s power.

EXACTLY

He is probably going to be Consul like next week.”

David chuckled. “Next week?”

next week????

“Yeah, his smoking habits,” Max rolled his eyes.

Rafael wasn’t the smoker in the family. He knew who it was, but David would never open his mouth. It wasn’t his secret to tell.

this keeps on getting better

“It’s my hair!” David laughed.

“And you’re my David!” Max argued. “I say you are not allowed to grow your hair.”

MY DAVID

“I don’t want to downworld-splain it to you.”

Max blinked and then laughed. “You don’t want to what?”

“Downworld-splain,” David mumbled. “It’s when shadowhunters explain downworlders how to be downworlders.”

they were SO close to kissing

I'm gonna get in there and lock them in a closet together and tell them to FUCKING GET WITH IT

Remember who you are. Remember where you stand.

remember who you are. remember where you stand...

I know this is supposed to be about portals.

OH MY GOD THEY KISSED

THEY KISSED

IM SO CLOSE TO SCREAMING CLASS AND EVERYONE OUTSIDE THIS ROOM BE DAMNED

OH MY GOD DAVID FELL

reminds me of when alec fell down the stairs-

OH MY GOD I'M GONNA SCREAM

WE'RE GONNA GET MORE MAVID CONTENT SOON I'M SCREAMING INTERNALLY UYDRVFY7VSDU7UYVFSDUYGCADUYIGJCDSHJKGDVCSUGISDVHVF

ok, I have a computer assignment to get to and tests to study for. BUT I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO MUCH!! THEY FINALLY KISSED I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!

Also I know I tend to go off track and you can totally ignore that. i just go crazy. BYEE

This live blog gives me so much life you don't even know. I am go glad you enjoyed the chapter. I love hearing you rant about it. It's refreshing lol.

And I looooooove the lil anecdotes you share in between. Also wtf is a programming class like nobody wants to learn programme what kind of hetero nonsense I-

FINISH YOUR ASSIGNMENTS AND STUDY FOR YOUR TESTS I'LL SEE YOU SOON :)

#lbaf

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Not just a Monster

Warning: drinking

19: Another Infected

Ji-Soo laid on the recovery table fast asleep. She was still kinda pale but that will soon go away once she starts healing. The group managed to find antibiotics if she got an infection.

I would have given her some of my stuff but it burned up in the car explosion. I've been in here for a while, making sure nothing went wrong. Watching to see if her side was turning red, or started to swell.

It could get infected easily and-spread throughout her body if not watched or treated carefully. Soon Jae-Heon came in, I smiled. He was pretty badass for a man that worships God and is also a great swordsman.

( please note that this is not meant to offend anybody, my religion is Christianity )

He took a seat, laying down some white candles he brought with him. checking over Ji-Soo. I could tell something was going on between them but neither announced it yet. I guess in a world like this it was hard to.

" What are the candles for?" I questioned but waited as he lit them with a lighter. Clasping his hands together he bowed his head and began to Pray. Watching him, I haven't prayed in a long time.

I use to think what was the point, thinking it wouldn't do any good since I did a terrible sin. But seeing how Jae-Heon is still keeping his faith even after killing monsters it was the same difference.

Killing is killing.

If I ask for forgiveness will it help? will I finally stop feeling guilty and move on? Will I be able to forgive myself? I wish I knew what to do I was uncertain. But I closed my eyes and bowed my head.

Dear lord

I know I shouldn't be asking for your forgiveness... but please lift me of the sin I committed and if possible I could somehow forgive myself someday and in hopes, they can too. let my family Rest In Peace.

I finished reopening my eyes, I jumped a little realizing Jae-Heon was watching me. " God will forgive you Soo-Nico for whatever you've done." He reassured me, I felt my heart was weighing heavy.

I had to ask since he's was the only one that I could talk about religion. " how are you so sure?" Was he going to forgive me? For something as terrible as that? Jae-Heon had a knowing look on his face. " Because he's a merciful God,"

With that answer, I nodded, " I don't mean to pry but what were you praying about." I wanted to ask, I probably seem nosy. I saw him glance at Ji-Soo," for someone to live a long, healthy, happy life."

Now it was my turn to give some words of encouragement. " They will," it was short and simple but effective. Jae-Heon patted my shoulder. " you're a good kid, I'll watch over her. you should go eat something to build up your strength,"

he informed, me I had to laugh, now that he mentioned it I was pretty hungry. Rubbing my stomach I got up, bowing. Leaving the room, heading to go get something to eat.

His words somehow made me feel better. They were having dinner in the day-care-center walking in I had grabbed my plate sitting down beside Hye-in. I guess it was better to eat with people than being alone.

She was happily eating, away I noticed she had a white face mask on. She looked like a puffy marshmallow, it seems like they have all washed up. I needed a wash. Taking my spoon, I scooped some rice and took a bite.

" Ms. Cha, " Hye-In spoke up getting the woman's Attention, She had looked up. " I thought that you were tan but you're just really dirty." Hye-In laughed, I raised an eyebrow.

" Thanks.." Ms. Cha stared at her I couldn't believe she just said that. " I'm saying you look good now." what she didn't look better before?

" I got these masks in the mail. Want one?" Hye-in offered to pulling up her shirt, revealing a couple of packs of face masks. Well, that's one way to hide them.

" No, thanks. I know That I look pretty without it." This earned all kinds of laughs around the room. " wait, Seung-Wan needs it." Byeong-ll point making Seung-Wan clap back defensively.

I have I admit it was pretty funny, as we chatted, Sun-Young walked up to our table she seemed nervous. I wondered what about it? " I should go outside." Before I could take another bite I stopped looking up at her. What for?

" I think I'm starting to have symptoms." that's when all the attention turned towards her. It was quiet, " I should've told you sooner." Sun-Young had a long face as if she was disappointed for not telling. " I guess I didn't want to believe it. I'm sorry."

No one can blame you it's scary finding out your showing symptoms it's like your life just has been ripped away. It's hard to accept. " I just don't want to put everyone in danger. So I should go before it's too late—"

Ms. Cha, interrupted Sun-Young, " still you shouldn't go outside." She dismissed. " she right. You're still human, you'll die if you go outside." Hye-In agreed. But Jay-Hwan thought otherwise.

" –We can't let her stay here?" I rolled my eyes, " why don't you shut up!" I fussed that's when Eun-Hyuk Entered the room. " why don't we all hold a vote?" Byeong-ll suggested a worried look was plastered on his face.

Then he all turned to us, " just vote how you feel, because this is like... taking part in a murder." I remembered those words, the day Eun-Hyuk guilt trip, everybody, to so they could vote for Hyun-Su to stay for selfish reasons.

But that was over and done with now, " I vote she gets to stay in the arcade." He raised his hand, I did also Even Seung-wan, " Me, too. Maybe she'll be able to hold out as Hyun-Su did?"

After that everyone raised their hands. I was Surprised when Eun-Hyuk's hand was raised, he has changed, well a lot of them have. It looked like Sun-Young was about to cry.

Soon everyone said their goodbyes, I felt bad she was going to be locked up. But it's what she wanted to keep everyone safe it's better than being outside.

At least they won't discriminate against her as they did to Hyun-Su and now be there for her. Things were changing for better than worse. Hopefully, it stayed that way.

After finishing my food, everybody was in a gloomy mood. They moved around sitting in different seats. " I could definitely use a drink on a day like this," Byeong-ll grumbled moving his pointer fingers around a small candle that was lit.

" There you go again."

I didn't mine alcohol, but it sounds good right about now. Jay-Hwan told putting in one earbud," well, do you think Sun-Young will hold out like Hyun-Su?" Seung-Wan rethought his words he said earlier.

" I hope so. I thought it was just her husband, but her whole life is awful." Hue-in announced, yeah I remember Suk-Hyun.

" lady you're face is Awful." Eun-Yoo sneered, I had to smirk, shaking my head. " well I think Byeong-all it right. We could definitely use a drink today."

Ms. Cha agreed I hadn't noticed she left, she was carrying a glass cylinder it was a beautiful dark red juice with raspberry in it.

Setting it down on the table unwrapping the top taking off the plastic wrap. " What is this Korean wine? Please tell me it is." Byeong-ll pleaded.

Everyone began to turn their heads to see. Gil-Seob sat up smelling the wine, " it's at least four years old." He looked up at Ms. cha and she nodded. He smelled it again as Eun-Yoo and I came over sitting beside each other.

" it could be as good as Medicine." I smiled, taking a glance at Eun-Yoo we were both too young but I already had some wine before but it wasn't that great but I was willing to give it another try.

Eun-Yoo Leander forward smelling it, " Yu-ri left early by the way." She informed him, she then moved pushing the Cylinder to me. " go on," she smiled I did to smelling it. God that smelled so sweet, my mouth watered.

" shall we finish this off before Eun-Hyuk comes?" She suggested, talking about her brother. Gil-Seob stuck his pinky in the jar getting a taste. We all began to laugh.

But stopped seeing Eun-Hyuk, he had a straight face, considering he was the leader he made the choices around here shit. " speak of the devil." Gil-Seob mumbled.

I was for sure he wouldn't let us drink, but to my shock he did. " just don't forget your duties." Eun-Hyuk then left, turning back around we quickly Gil-Seob began pouring the wine into small cups.

He handed them out giving me and Eun-Yoo one. I gladly Excepted it before I could take a sip Eun-Yoo nudged me. " hey, I saw you and Hyun-Su almost kiss." She whispered in my ear. My eyes went wide, feeling my whole body go stiff.

WHAT!?

I took a sip avoiding her stare, wow this was good and sweet, " don't be embarrassed you guys are cute together might as well hook up before you know what happens." She hinted, smirking at me.

I took another sip, gulping it down. Is this girl talk? From an actual friend? I wanted to be together with him and I confessed in way that was out of my comfort zone.

" Thanks... And yeah, what is better than two Infected's getting together in a world where anything and everything could go wrong." I said lowly enough just for her to hear.

She Seconded that. " his lips were this close!" I wined, showing her pinching my thumb and pointer finger together symbolizing how close were to kissing. I could feel my cheeks heat up, was I getting drunk I only took a few sips I must be lightweight.

I leaned my head on her shoulder kinda upset, she brought her hand up patting my head. " don't worry you'll get your chance, and you'll be the one to do it." She added.

I thought it over, " Me? why me?" My eyes glanced up. She huffed, " because Hyun-Su is too nervous, plus you made the first move he still wouldn't have done it if you didn't say anything." Eun-Yoo finished her cup like me.

I think that is enough Wine for today. I sat my cup down, feeling all fuzzy. Thinking about Hyun-Su's lips they were chapped and dry but it didn't matter I kiss them either way.

I then heard Eun-Yoo laugh loudly. Did I say that out loud? " you did!" She confirmed I was embarrassed hiding my face in my hands. Only me.

"All Alright!" Gil-Seob clubbed his hands together, " who's in for a story?" He recommended, " aren't we too old for stories?" Eun-Yoo stated, he only smiled. " not this one." is all he said

Taking a seat where everyone slept. We followed I laid my head on a pillow. " it was a very dark night with no moon. I lay down between the corpses and pretend to be dead, but u were watching them carefully." so this was a scary, story the Irony huh?

" the remnants of the people's army went inside the building, and the allied forces that were after them fired hundreds of shots at the building." He took the weird stick Jay-Hwan was holding and reenacted the gun fire-making Pow sounds.

He was on his knees saying it loudly but he suddenly stopped. " Hey, I know I saw them go into the building with my own two eyes," he said as if he was so sure. " they all went into the building but nobody came out of the building." I was interested now raising.

" and there were no dead bodies found. How baffling that building." He sucked in a breath looking around as if remembering something. It seems like everyone was on the edge of their seats. " Was here." Everyone gasped, raising hearing this.

" then?" Jay-Hwan gulped, " we have no idea what's buried underneath where we are. That's what I mean."

He Motioned towards the ground, " -what? -jeez." Someone asked not to believe this scared, I mentally laughed the only thing scarier than that is me in this room.

They had no idea, well except Eun-Yoo but then there was a loud bang since everyone was tense they all screamed. An unfamiliar man came running into the room wearing a black soldier suit." He came towards us seeing the jar of raspberry's sticking his hands in it eating them.

We all scooted back, Gil-Seob held up the stick ready to attack if needed. But Yi-kyeong strode in. " who are you, someone yelled. " I think he's a runaway soldier." He continued to eat, as the raspberry juice dripped on the table.

He then looked at his stained red hands, he kept mumbling something I think it was run? But from what? " quickly!" He freaked out then started shaking falling to the floor. What the hell?

Yi-kyeong grabbed onto his collar as the boys got up to help her. They dragged him away. " well that was unexpected." Hye-In blurred out. The girls nodded.

Seeing there was no reason to stay anymore, I got up and left before any more surprises popped up. I said my byes to Eun-Yoo, I figured I should search around for Hyun-Su.

A/N

Finally finished with this chapter. And please I'm sorry if an offended anyone talking about god, I don't mean to if you guys worship a different religion. I did it because it fits in with the characters' plot. And I also smell a great friendship coming up.

Thank you guys for the reads, votes, and support!! 🖤

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fangirlings-things · 4 years

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Burning | Athelstan

(A/N): this is just the one shot full of angst that no one asked for but I had this idea and decided to write it, I love Athelstan and miss this priest!! Let me know what you guys think and if I should write more for this fandom

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Athelstan x female reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: angst

gif is not mine

based on this song

Summary: after Athelstan is gone, she loses her will to live and everything just seems pointless

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"You should eat" Bjorn's tone was serious, full of worry. He had his blue eyes glued to the your face, his fist clenched fiercely around a cup of ale. He had almost forgotten about his drink, since his attention had been instantly and completely drawn to (Y/N) when he was on the other side of the hall. The expression on your face was so empty and hollow, that it made him walk towards you and sit by your side at the wooden bench.

"I am not hungry" you replied simply, not even turning towards him as you answered. Your eyes were fixed on an inexistent point in front of you, ignoring completely the feast, the music and the laughs that were spreaded all across the place. You were the only one there, who wasn't even slightly happy. You were in pain and Bjorn knew why, even though he thought it would be better not to mention it. Everyone was trying not to mention it in your presence, for the best.

"You have to eat something, otherwise you'll fall ill" he tried to get some reason into you, as determined as ever even if you were hardly trying to ignore him and his words. He noticed that you took a deep breath, your hair raising upon your chest as you did so. You seemed not to care at all about what he was saying. Frustrated and mostly worried about his friend, he placed his hand on yours and squeezed it hardly, trying to bring you back from whatever dark place you found herself in. By the way you shuddered under his touch, he knew you were now really listening to him. "Winter is close now and being weak at it is bad, you know that. You could not survive"

"Maybe that is what I want" only then you turned your face to his, and in that moment he was able to see that your eyes were glistening with tears. The pain you were feeling seemed almost tangible, so hard and strong it was. So present he could see it carved into every little detail of your beautiful features. Your words hit him so hard. Harder than many strikes he had taken in battle before. "Perhaps dying will be better than living like this" a tear stremed down your face as you gently took your hand out of his and got up, running away and shutting him down like you had been doing for a while now. Since he had been killed.

"You think Althestan would want for you to die?" Bjorn spoke up as you started to walk away, a certain despair taking a hold of him and making him say that. He feared for your future. And even more for the fact that you seemed to not desire a future at all anymore.

The statement had the expected effect on (Y/N). You turned around, back to Bjorn and he could see the intense horror in you. To hear his name said again, in such a way, made everything worse. As you hadn't already reached your limit of bearable pain. You took what seemed to be an eternity to finally speak, searching inside youself for words. Any words at all, that would take the echo of his name out of the air, that had became heavy and poisoned. Filled with pain.

"He is dead" you repressed a sob, eyes on Bjorn's with so fixation that he felt a shiver running down his spine. You had never given him such a harsh look. "What he would want, will not change reality anymore. Can't change it. Because he is dead." you repeated the initial words, biting so hard at your lower lip to repress a sob that you felt the metalic taste of blood on your mouth.

"(Y/N)..." Bjorn started with a heavy sight, regretting what he had said already. Instead of helping, he had just made it all worse.

As soon as he tried to speak again though you decided to not give him a second chance and turned around, pushing people aside to get out of that hall as soon as possible. You wanted to get away from the feast. Away from Bjorn. Away from everyone, because none of them were him.

None of them was Althestan. Hear and see those people laughing and smiling, hugging each other and enjoying good company only made you think more and more about the fact that you weren't ever going to see his smile again or hear his musical laugh. You would never be hugged by him again or lay by his side at night. He was gone. Just disappeared.

All you wanted, was to disappear as well.

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"You wanted to see me, King Ragnar?" you had your eyes glued to the floor underneath your feet, analysing all the imperfections and dirt in it, as well as some stains you recognized as ale ones. Now, the hall was completely silent expect for the sound of your and Ragnar's breathing. It didn't seem at all that in the night before, that place had been completely crowded with the people of Kattegat.

"Yes, I wanted to see you (Y/N)" Ragnar was on his feet as well, his muscled arms crossed over his chest and the usual serious expression on his face. It remembered you of Bjorn's own expression at the feast. They were so similar, those too. More than even they could see it. "Bjorn told me you have not been eating properly"

With a heavy sight, you felt anger fill your whole being. You wanted to scream at Bjorn, tell him to leave you be and mind his own problems. Deep down though, what stopped you was the knowledge that he was doing that to help you. He was trying to save you from youself and your self destructive thoughts. Although, you felt already long gone now. No salvation for you left.

"With all the respect my Lord, Bjorn should not have said such things. I have been feeding" you forced the words out after a moment, thinking twice about every single word before mumbling it out.

"Enough to sustain your health?" insisted Ragnar, and the firmess on his voice made you raise your head to stare at him. You saw that he had his eyebrows raised and clearly, hadn't accepted your poor statement. As in response to the questioning you averted your eyes from his quicky, the King squeezed his lips on a thin line, understanding the silent answer. "Bjorn also, said that you talked about not wanting to live anymore. (Y/N)" again, his voice was so firm that you had the obligation to look up and meet his blue eyes with yours. There was compassion on Ragnar's eyes as he took a few steps towards you and then stopped at a short distance. From up close, you could see that the King, as you, had a great pain carved on his face. "You're suffering"

And right there, you fell apart. The tears came crashing down like waves on a boat, running down your cheeks like an unstoppable river. The knot on your throat was so great that you for a second, couldn't even get breath into your lungs. Everything just hurt so much.

Ragnar didn't say anything as he watched you painfully tremble from head to feet. Didn't spoke as he saw the tears falling on his hall. He shared your pain. Closing the rest of the distance between you two he passed his arms around your much smaller body and squeezed you tightly, trying to give you some comfort.

"I miss him too" he whispered in your ear, and that made you sob out loud. So loud you were sure someone on the outside, passing by, would probably be able to hear it. It was an awful sound. The most truly terrible sound Ragnar had ever heard on his troubled life.

"Make this pain go away, Ragnar. Please, make it stop" your hands were grabbing at his shirt firmly, it seeming to be the only thing keeping you from falling. The words were mumbled out through sobs, uncontactable tears still flowing out of your eyes "I can't take it. I'm burning. There's a flame on my chest and I can't..." whatever you were going to say afterwards, was never said. You just sobbed again, even more deeply and painfully now than before.

Feeling tears run down his own face, Ragnar gently pulled away and grabbed your face with both of his hands. His palms were warm and comforting on your wet cheeks. Your eyes were both red and sore from the crying.

"I am not going to let you die" you opened your mouth in a protest, but he silenced you with just a hard look. "I'm not. Althestan is in heaven now, watching us. He would want me to take care of you" his calloused fingers stroke your right cheek slowly, the knot on his own throat threatening to suffocate him. Oh, did he miss his best friend. The person he trusted the most in the whole world. "He loved you so much"

(Y/N) hugged Ragnar again, didn't minding the fact that he was the King. He was just a friend in that moment. The one person who really shared your pain and understood it.

"Why do we have to carry such a burden?" you asked the man, your face resting against his chest and wetting his shirt. His grip on you was firm, keeping you up and alive. Like he had just said he would.

"I suppose this is the work of the gods" Ragnar shut his eyes as he placed his chin on your head, sighting. He smiled when a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Or perhaps, it is the work of Althestan's God. The Christian God.

"Why would he have to take Althestan away so soon? Why?"

"I don't know" Ragnar admitted, having thought the same thing since the got the word of his friend's death. He did not understand. Both of them didn't.

Sighting heavily again you turned your head completely to the side, pressing your ear flat against Ragnar's heart and so being able to hear his heartbeat.

In the corner of the room, close to the doors, you saw a shadow. Someone watching. The thought of getting caught at such a intimate moment with the King filled you with worry, but you didn't had the strength or the will to get out of that embrace. So you blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the blurry vision caused by the tears. With you vision now clear, you saw who was standing there.

Althestan was smiling at you two. At you. He was wearing his monk clothes, although his hair was long like you had gotten used to. All the air left your body, you couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Just looked at him, the tears getting even more insistent.

His smile got wider and you understood what he was trying to say with that kind smile. Take care of each other. As well as I love you. He always had had that look in his eyes when he said he loved you.

And then without saying anything he walked away and pass the doors of the hall, and as much as you wanted to scream for him to stay, you didn't. You knew he didn't belong to you anymore. He belonged to his God. On the outside he disappeared after a few seconds under the sun light, leaving. Gone.

Feeling your heart heavier and yet lighter inside your chest you were able to crack out a painful little smile, deciding that you did not want to die anymore. You wanted to stay alive.

You would live day after day, just waiting for him to pay you a visit again.

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smileyoongle · 5 years

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Let Me Love You (Soft Yandere Mafia! BTS) // Members 2/7

Requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt

Summary: You certainly weren't expecting to be caught up in the middle of a mafia deal going wrong while dealing with you own life's mess.

So I tweaked the request a little. Not all members will have the plotline of mafia deal going wrong. You'll figure it out better when you read the Namjoon scenario. Also, I apologize for being so late with this. The other members will be updated shortly, please be patient!

Kim Seokjin:

The lights in the huge bathroom flickered, your heavy breathing and whimpers evading your senses and making you feel suffocated. The cubicle in which you had locked yourself was at the end, the white door having a number of words scribbled on it. Unfortunately, there was no window for you to escape. And if you tried to leave the bathroom to make a run for the exit, you would definitely die. You didn't have any choice but to sit quietly and pray. Pray that no one finds you.

Flashback

You huffed and gathered all the sheets scattered in front of you. You hated how much you procrastinated things but it was now a deadly habit that you couldn't get rid of, no matter what you did. And especially college assignments. Who even worked on them before the deadline was announced. Absolutely not you.

You rubbed your eyes in frustration and opened your laptop while searching for your pen. It was pretty late at night and your favourite cafe was absolutely empty. But the owner knew you very well so she let you stay.

You let out a small 'ah' when you found your pen and just then, your bag started to fall off the seat. In order to hold your bag, you ended up letting go of the pen and it fell to the floor. You cursed as it rolled ahead towards the entrance of the cafe, a loud thud echoing through the quiet cafe when your foot hit the leg of the table. You winced and got out of your seat, stumbling to get your pen back. You were such a mess, it was almost embarrassing.

You sighed and bent down to grab your pen, your fingers meeting with someone else's. You frowned and looked up at the person who you had made contact with, a soft gasp leaving your lips on seeing a very very handsome stranger. He had black hair which were pushed away from his forehead and his dark eyes that stared into yours as if you were a painting at the Louvre. He was a lot more attractive than any boy you had ever met before.

Snapping out of your dreamland, you cleared your throat and stood up straight, looking at the floor as he picked up your pen and stretched out his hand towards you. With a soft smile, you took the silver pen from him and mumbled a 'thank you', oblivious to what you were doing to him.

"What are you doing here so late, doll?" His voice startled you as your eyes momentarily widened upon hearing the nickname before you calmed yourself down. You saw the men standing behind him, shivers running down your spine due to the dangerous aura they carried with them.

"Uh...just college stuff. I'll probably be staying up all night." You replied, smiling sadly at him. He hummed, his stare on your body going unnoticed by you. Your hands felt clammy all of a sudden and your body told you to run away. No matter how good looking this person was, he made you feel weird. He scared you. But he also made you feel warm.

Suddenly, he stretched his hand out to you, a gentle smile on his face to let you know that he wasn't gonna hurt you. "Kim Seokjin." He stated as you hesitantly placed your hand in his.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

He brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it softly, sending your heart into a spiral. Your cheeks felt warm as you harshly bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. This was definitely the first time that a man was being so gentlemanly. Otherwise, all males that you met were mostly assholes.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Let's talk more after I finish this small meeting that I have. Is that okay with you?"

You thought for a moment, realising that you should definitely try to socialize. Being a foreign student was not very easy and you didn't have many friends yet. Your teachers always pressed everyone to make acquaintances with different people. They said your life would be easier. And you didn't have anything to lose either, right?

With a grin, you nodded your head and pulled your hand away, quickly gripping the hem of your top anxiously.

"I'd like that."

"Great. I'll see you in a bit then." And with that, he walked away towards a table at the corner of the cafe. With a deep breath, you got back to your seat and drowned yourself in your assignments.

You had ended up sleeping on the table with your head resting upon your papers. If you had known what was going to happen then you wouldn't have opened your eyes at all.

There was a loud yell and you flinched, your head immediately turning to see the table where Jin sat. But he wasn't sitting anymore, he was standing. Actually, everyone that came with him was standing and a man dressed in a red suit was doing the yelling. You frowned and hissed, his voice was too sharp and you didn't like it. It was giving you a headache. Jin's eyes flickered to you, a wave of sadness passing over his features. Something was very wrong. He looked apologetic. As if he had committed a crime.

Or was going to.

"I didn't wanna do this in front of her but you've given me no choice." You heard him say. You narrowed your eyes when you saw him holding something which was glinting in the dim lights. The air in the cafe was dense and once you figured out the object in seokjin's hand, you immediately regretted your decision to study in Korea.

Your dinner was begging to be let out, your stomach churning in fear as your heart pounded in your chest. Sweat beaded on your forehead and you felt dizzy. With all your strength, you pushed yourself on your feet and looked around the cafe. Your throat ran dry on seeing the two men standing by the entrance. You were trapped. There was no way you could leave.

Your eyes lit up with hope when you saw the door to the bathroom, your lips quivering as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. You harshly wiped your eyes to get rid of the tears pooling in them and dashed towards the bathroom, praying mentally when no one followed you.

But what you didn't know was that Jin didn't want you to witness it. He didn't want you to see him at his worst. Unfortunately, you had already done that. You had seen the gun clenched in his fingers and you had seen the murderous look on his face. As much as he wanted to treat you right, he couldn't. Because there was no way you were gonna trust him anymore. He could only kidnap you if you rejected him. But he wasn't sure of that either.

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You placed the back of your hand on your mouth to stop your cries. But it was of no use. Your entire body was shaking since you heard the gunshot. What was supposed to be a tiring but peaceful night, ended up being a nightmare. A nightmare that you never thought you would have to witness.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the flickering lights but that wasn't helpful either. You heard the door to the bathroom being thrown open followed by heavy footsteps. You noted the murmurs. It wasn't just one person. There were two. You pressed yourself against the wall and tightly clamped your mouth shut. You didn't wanna die. Not today.

But the universe seemed to be against you. As if on cue, the door to your cubicle was pushed open. You closed your eyes and screamed at the top of your lungs as two rough hands dragged you out. You thrashed in their arms, their hissing and curses making you more scared. You didn't wanna get on their nerves but what else could you do. You were probably gonna die anyway.

You opened your eyes to see him standing in front of you. His hands were still wrapped around that gun and you found yourself shivering on seeing the pool of blood in which a dead body lay. Tears were streaming down your cheeks continuously and there was no way to stop them. Your cried turned into whimpers under Jin's powerful gaze. He made you feel small. As if you were a prey and he was your predator.

"Please. Please don't kill me. I won't say a word. I'll forget that this night even happened. Just-just don't kill me…" you begged, your knees giving away when the two men left your arms. You absentmindedly rubbed your arms to try and soothe the pain that their fingers had left. Your eyes were fixed on the floor and you could do nothing but cry and beg. Hopefully, he'll pity you.

You saw his black boots come into your line of sight, your breath hitching when he placed his finger under your chin. You closed your eyes when he pushed your chin up so that he could see your face, his warm breath giving you some kind of relief.

"Let me see those eyes, doll." He mumbled, your eyes immediately obeying. You breathed heavily, his faint smile making you feel hopeful.

"I'll leave Korea if you want. But don't hurt me." You whispered, your voice cracking in the middle. Jin's eyes showed nothing but guilt and affection. His forehead creased as he frowned upon hearing your words. Why would you say that?

He gently shook his head and placed the gun on the floor before kneeling down in front of you. You were so fragile. He was afraid he'd hurt you. Jin didn't know why but he found himself infatuated with you. The second he laid eyes on you, his heart fluttered and he knew that you were the one. He had to have you.

You were shocked when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm hug. You inhaled his scent and found yourself relaxing on hearing his steady heartbeats. Your hands slowly held the lapel of his overcoat as he caressed your hair.

"If I wanted to hurt you, doll, don't you think I would have done that already?" He asked, rocking you back and forth in his arms. You bit your lip and nodded, realising that what he was saying was completely right.

"So there's your answer. I do not want to hurt you. I want to take care of you. Do you think you'll let me do that?" He questioned, pulling away from you and cupping your cheeks. You gulped, not knowing what to say.

Take care of you?

Why?

He didn't even know you.

When you didn't reply, he sighed and wiped away the tears that were drying on your cheeks. He pursed his lips and leaned closer to you.

"I promise I won't lay a finger on you. All you have to do is come home with me. I just need you to give me a chance to show you that I truly care." He said, his voice dripping with desperation that made your heart flutter. No one had showed so much interest in you. Even though this situation was drastic, you couldn't help but think that maybe he wasn't such a bad person. You hesitantly nodded at him.

"I-I'll go with you." You stated, blushing when he smiled at you. Without another word, he kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second longer. If you thought you had the right to change your mind later, you were wrong. The minute you had said those words, your fate was sealed. Kim Seokjin never gave away anything that he owned. And he owned you now.

Kim Namjoon:

You were relieved when you were asked to serve in the VIP lounge again, the tray of liquor steady in your hand. If you said you weren't traumatised by the man who kept catcalling you, you'd be lying. Him being sat at the bar was even worse, his hands always finding their way to your ass. There was a limit to how much you could tolerate, even if you were just a part time worker at the club. You sniffled, inhaling deeply and making sure there were no traces of the tears that you had been shedding in the bathroom a few minutes ago. You needed the job to support your studies. It paid well, even though you had to compromise.

Pushing open the heavy lounge door with your hip, you entered the room, your eyes immediately meeting his as he glanced at you upon your arrival. This was probably the seventh time you were being asked to serve him whiskey, the untouched glasses from before indicating that he wasn't really interested in the alcohol. You bit your lip harshly, slowly walking towards him as he sat on the big plush leather couch, trying his best to listen to the man sitting in front of him. You assumed it was a meeting of some sort since the air in the room was serious. Quickly placing the glass on the table, you turned around to leave, only to have his fingers wrapped around your wrist. Your heart skipped a beat, your body freezing in place but refusing to turn. Your eyes widened, his breath hitting the back of your neck and you knew he was now standing. Your fingers tightened around the empty tray in your hand, your wrist burning under his touch. It was weirdly safe and relaxing.

"You've been crying. Why?"

His voice was gentle and smooth, his tone telling you that he demanded an answer. You wondered how he even figured it out, but then again, you were no good at hiding things. You swallowed thickly, his hand pulling at yours to turn you around. "Just- just an intrusive customer." You answered, your eyes looking everywhere but him. He was too handsome and you knew if you stared at him longer, you'd end up fantasizing about him. He hummed, his other hand coming to rest on your neck, fingers wrapping around the skin as delicately as possible. This made you look up at him. "If it made you cry, it's not okay." He stated, abruptly letting go of you only to turn and bark orders at his men to go and bring the culprit. Your heart thudded in your chest, your breath hitching on thinking about what was going to happen. You didn't want anything to happen to anyone because of you. "Exc-"

"Kim Namjoon, darling. And if you can't tell, you have had all my attention since I walked in."

You were too stunned to say anything, his lips stretching into a fond smile at your wide eyes. If you really thought about it, it was absurd and impossible. The affection in his eyes was too deep for someone who you had just met. Your body told you to turn around and run but his smile made you stand still. You had never had such a bad internal conflict before. You froze in your place, drowning out all the voices and the people. You didn't even notice when that man had been brought in and pushed onto his knees. All you could remember was the way you had felt powerless your entire life. There were many factors contributing to that, but you couldn't recall the last time you felt like you were in charge.

Fingers brushed against your arm, snapping you back into reality. You found yourself staring at the drunk man who now looked terrified. His eyes were already red and watery, lips quivering as his hands were tied behind him. You looked away, focusing your attention on Namjoon who stood beside you. "Tell me, darling, do you want to punish him for making you feel threatened?" He asked, your eyes widening in curiosity. Punish? What does that include? At your lack of response, Namjoon glanced at you, the heavy metal in his hands catching your attention. Your breath hitched as he took your hand in his and placed the silver gun in your palm. You realized how cold and heavy it felt between your fingers, absolutely alien. You were supposed to be running for your life but you didn't. Because you felt in charge. That's what you had always wanted. Namjoon's hands came to rest on your shoulders, his fingers rubbing circles to calm you down. You felt his breath on your neck, his hands now making their way to hold yours. "Don't be scared. I'm here." He comforted, strangely making you feel better about the situation. Your fingers wrapped around the trigger as Namjoon lifted your hand up, pointing the barrel at the man who now seemed completely sober. You took a second to observe all the others in the room, noticing how nobody seemed bothered by this. At that point, you had come to realise that this was more than just a business meeting. A low whimper had you looking at the kneeling male, his begs going unheard by you as Namjoon tried to distract you. He whispered nice things to you, about how you didn't deserve to be treated this way at all. That if it were up to him, he would never disrespect you like that.

Your heart raced, your mind screaming at you to stop. This wasn't you. You weren't just going to kill anyone. That was just heartless, but something was much more wrong and twisted. Maybe it was the way Namjoon had you pressed against him or the look of fear in your victim's eyes, you didn't know which one. All you knew was that you were very willing to blow his brains out.

"Pull the trigger and I'll take care of everything."

Your heart fluttered at the gentle tone of Namjoon's voice, his hands continuing to steady yours as you struggled to make a decision.

Get over with it.

You breathed shakily, closing your eyes shut before reluctantly pulling the trigger. It took you a couple seconds to recover, wondering why all you heard was a click. You managed to open your eyes, peeking at the man who was still alive. Namjoon's lips brushed against your neck, shivers running down your spine as his hands now wrapped around your waist. Your eyes began to water, not being able to believe what you were about to do. Your hands started shaking, the gun falling on the floor with a clatter.

"Wasn't going to let my angel get tainted now, was I?" You gasped at Namjoon's words, feeling partially grateful that he had handed you an empty gun. You leaned back into his chest, your legs feeling like jelly every time you looked at the helpless man before you. Namjoon tightened his hold around you, relishing in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms. He had kept an eye on you since you had come in to take his order. He had also seen how that man had touched you inappropriately, anger coursing through his veins at the very sight. Just because he hadn't let you kill him, didn't mean he was going to let that asshole live.

"I'm not a bad person." You mumbled, trying to convince yourself that what you were saying was true. But were you good? Was it justifiable to want to murder another human being? Your eyes stared blankly at the glass separating the VIP lounge from the rest of the club.

"I know, darling. Sadly, you were unfortunate enough to attract someone like me."

A subtle frown took over your features, your mind registering the words that had just been spoken to you. Namjoon's voice was like a lullaby, you could get lost in it's melancholy any day. You inhaled deeply, knowing that there was a very clear meaning behind his words. "Will you hurt me?"

Your question seemed to amuse him for he chuckled softly, the vibrations from his chest spreading through your body. You could see his faint reflection in the clean glass, catching sight of the dimples that dug into his cheeks when he laughed.

"Why don't you answer that question for me, darling?"

Your skin burned when Namjoon's lips pressed against your neck, your eyes closing in ecstasy. You had never been this intimate with anyone before, mainly because you never had the time to get to know anyone. Alone in a foreign country, you were a little too cautious when it came to things like these. And about his question, you really didn't have to answer. It was clear as crystal, if Namjoon wanted to harm you, he would have done that by now. "What do you want from me, then?"

At your question, Namjoon turned you around abruptly, your hands on his chest as you steadied yourself on your heels. You stared at him, biting your lip when his fingers came to brush against your cheek. Namjoon lowered his head, making you avert your gaze to his chest. You felt his breath fanning your face, one of his hands resting on your waist.

"I want you. All of you."

Your eyes widened, looking back up at him in surprise. Did you hear him right? You heard your heart beating faster than usual in your ears, everything else being drowned out in a second. The only thing you knew to be real was Namjoon and his hold on you, his eyes studying your expression and trying to fathom what your next words were gonna be. You only met him today. And from what you had gathered, he was a person with a dangerous status. He obviously didn't care who he hurt or who he killed, since he was the one urging you to shoot that man. The most rational thing to do was to decline and try to leave. But you being you, felt like this was special. You liked this affection oozing out of Namjoon, having been depraved of it your entire life. This was a good thing, wasn't it? Namjoon could give you a secure future.

Namjoon frowned, still caressing your cheek and waiting for you to answer him. He had a hunch that you were gonna say no. But Namjoon was a simple man. He wanted what he wanted. Assuming that things could go south, he decided to lay down his words before you.

"I won't take no for an answer, angel. Just say you'll let me take you home and we'll be alright." He cooed, shaking his head as he played with your hair. Your eyes wandered around the lounge, thinking how there was too much room for you two to be standing so close. But even if you wanted, Namjoon's hold was firm around you. He really had no intentions of letting you leave, whether it be from his touch or his words.

"I- I wasn't going to say no." You answered, Namjoon's eyebrows raising in shock. You inhaled slowly, standing on your toes and pressing your lips to his cheek. "Please take care of me."

Namjoon grinned, placing both his arms around your back and pulling you into a hug. He inhaled your scent, burying his face in your neck.

"Oh trust me, darling. I'll take good care of you."

Happy birthday to this beautiful, talented and soft human, he truly deserves this entire world. I hope every day keeps going better and better for him! Kim Namjoon will forever be my leader and role model 🥺💖

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 5 years

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Corrupted Memories Pt.4

Ganondorf: Alright first order of buisness we must apprehend Kirby.

Hades: How're we gonna do that?

Ganondorf: One of us is gonna have to lure him here so we can trap him after that our plans should be a cakewalk.

Sephiroth: So...Who's going?

The villains all stare at K.Rool who at the time was stuffing his face with the bananas.

King K.Rool: ... ...What?

-A few minutes later-

King K.Rool: Now guys I want to win against the heroes just as much as the next guy... ... ...But why am I dressed as Dedede?!

Ridley: Come on just think of it as revenge for when he trolled everyone. Now go get Kirby!

King K.Rool: Ok! You don't have to shout at me!

Cut to Kirby who is eating all the food in the Halberd's kitchen.

King K.Rool: Hey there Kirbeh! What do you say me & you go looking for something fun to do around here huh?

Kirby: Poyo?

King K.Rool: What!? I look different you say?! Kirby I'm offended! You are disrespecting one of your closest friends simply because of a few differences in my texture!?

Kirby, guilty: Poyo!

King K.Rool: It's ok I forgive yah. Now how about we go have some fun. I'll carry you to. All you gotta do is step inside this totally safe not at all trapped container.

Kirby, excited: POYO!

Kirby stepped inside only to end up up being forced to the containers' floor due to the increased gravity of the trap. K.Rool then takes off his disguise.

King K.Rool: HAH! YOU THOUGHT IT WAS DEDEDE!? TOO BAD IT WAS KONO K.ROOL DA!!!

Toon Link, From a very far away room: I heard someone make a JoJo reference! I must investigate!

King K.Rool: Crap! (Runs away) Guys I got Kirby!

Dark Link: DAMMIT! He didn't die!

Hades: Thanks alot K.Rool I lost money because of you coming back!

King K.Rool: (Cries internally)

Nightmare: Dark Link the dimwit! Can't even win at a bet.

Dark Link: SHUT UP FUCKBOY! (Pushes Nightmare over)

Nightmare ended up knocking his head against something large and metal.

Ridley: Great job you knocked him out. (Sigh) I'll carry him.

Ganondorf: Now...Let's get out of here. Our buisness on the ship is finished.

Sephiroth: Wait I'm confused I though we were attacking them here?

Ganondorf: Oh you'll see Sephiroth. You'll see.

They all make their way to find a way off the Halberd. Then the metal object in the "Stowaways room" began to move and began to follow them.

Ridley: ... ... ...Guys?

Sephiroth: What?

Ridley: ... ... ...Why do I hear boss music?

Dark Link: I'll do you one better! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!?

The metal monstrosity from before came charging at them at mach speed. Heavy Lobster was ready to kill.

Ridley: OHH SHITTT!!! GANON WHAT DO WE DO?

Ganondorf, Hades, Bowser & Sephiroth were already stepping through a portal leaving the lesser villains handle themselves.

Hades: See ya have fun!

Dark Link: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! SCREW YOU!

Wario: Imma going in!

Dark Link: Wait what?

Wario: Remember me! (Jumps at the mech)

Heavy Lobster simply batted Wario out the way through a wall.

Ridley: O_O

King K.Rool: Oh god! Oh fuck! What do we do!?

Ridley: Fuck this shit I'm out...(Flys out of the Halberd)

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Meta Knight: What's this? Heavy Lobster has detected trespassers! Time to murder them.

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Heavy Lobster fired missles at the villains.

Dark Link, running with Nightmare: Wait a damn second! WHY AM I CARRYING YOU!?

King K.Rool, running like a mad man: I'm too fat for this!

Mini Lobsters were then sent to chase them.

Waluigi: Aww. They're so small.

They then lunged at Waluigi taking him down immediately.

Hades: They don't know we're still here watching them this is so funny.

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Joker: ...Does anyone else here boss music?

Mario: Oh at least I'm not-a the only one.

Meta Knight: (Steps inside) VILLAINS ARE ABOARD!!!

Luigi: WH-WHAT! H-HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE!?

Meta Knight: Stowaways my friend! My Heavy Lobster Unit has picked them up. We must knock them overboard otherwise they may get the best of us.

Joker: ...Where's Kirby?...

Meta Knight: ... ...THEY HAVE MY BOIIIIIIIII!!!!

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Hades: HAHAHA! This is some great entertainment!

Ganondorf: Indeed. But we must continue. Enough playing around.

Ganondorf appeared before Heavy Lobster then punched it breaking the front of it completely.

Ganondorf: Hmf. That was easy. HUMANS! STOP PLAYING THAT DREADFUL MUSIC!

Hades: Hey chill out 4th wall breaks are my thing.

Ganondorf: Take the robot with us it could prove useful.

The villains then escaped from the Halberd with Heavy Lobster & Kirby to continue with their schemes.

-Later-

Meta Knight: GOD DAMMIT!!! NOT ONLY DID THE LEAGUE TAKE MY MECH THEY TOOK MY ONE AND ONLY CHILD!!! I'LL MAKE THEM PAY FOR THIS!!!

King Dedede: How'd they get Kirby?

Meta Knight: It's most likely that they preyed on his naivety. The bastards. We're almost at Popstar now. Hopefully that's where the League went. And if they are there not a single one of them will live for longer than 1 second.

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jinxthequeergirl · 5 years

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Look at you (alternate!)

Steve Harrington x Hopper! Reader

Summary: ok But what if you Don't necessarily make it back to the mall to see el and steve with just a twisted ankle?

Warning: angst! Angst for days/ death!/probably Not good/ swearing?

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You've had a very long and exhausting day with your father and joyce and For a moment everything that had happened before felt like a fever dream, the fight between you and your dad, the mice Russian scientists, the weird man murray, who you vaguely remembered getting along with.

It was all there but fuzzy kinda how your vision was right now. You could see your dad and joyce looking over you worriedly but there faces kept slipping in and out of focus and their voices were so so far away.

You where certain it was a dream. "Y/n sweetie this is gonna hurt...Just Stay with us!" You blinked a few times really trying to register everything in your mind. Suddenly you let out a blood curdling scream, almost snapping you out of your dizzy state.

And instantly everything came back so quickly it hurt your head, almost as much as the pain in your side.

You remembered arriving to the fair agreeing with joyce that you would stay with murray and alexie until the found everyone. You had stuck by alexie while murray went to grab food.

Alexie had won a giant stuffed woody woodpecker doll and a smaller prize for yourself.

You remembered how you both happily started making your way to Murray with prizes in hand.

Then you saw him, it was like he just appeared out of thin air. The Russian terminator, the one who beat the shit out of your dad at hawkin lab, the one who chased you from the house you found Alexie and now the one who was pulling out a gun ready to kill him.

In a swift and sudden movement you put all your strength into pushing alexie out of the way, as soon as you did so you felt the bullet pierce your side.

Then everything went hazy the voices went distant and your vision blurred.

Now You cried out in pain, tears starting to roll down your face.

You felt Joyce's hand in your and instinctily squeezed down on it.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Hop! Stop it!" Hopper quickly stopped pushing his finger into your bullet wound in an attempt to fish it out.

"If we can get her to the others we can keep her alive murray suggested.

"Is she going to make it?"

You felt yourself be lifted off the ground into hoppers arms.

"Dad?..."

"Yea?"

"I'm sorry for yelling at you...I know you love me and El both."

He shook his head and quickly started making his way through the fair. "I know sweetie I'm sorry too...but right now I just need you to work on staying awake.Ok? We need to get you to the mall...they'll have stuff to help you I'm sure…" you nodded.

Hopper sat in the back of the Todd father with you as joyce raced down the street, murray in the front and alexie on the other side of you.

"I wanna...I wanna see steve and...and El before i-"

"Don't worry you're gonna see them...I promise and you aren't going to die…but in order to do that you need to stay awake ok? Please stay awake..." hopper wrapped his arms around you tightly. And despite everything being hazy you could see tears building in his eyes. And You somehow managed to wrap your arms around him.

He could see you where dozing off.

"C'mon kid stay with me!" you lay your head back against the car door and look up at him. You could feel his hand press hard against your side causing you to whimper out.

"Uh...remember...remember the time..where you had Steve over without me knowing? I came to check on you and you pushed him off the bed?"

You chuckled half heartedly and breathless. "He...he fell so hard.. He sprained his wrist." you added.

Joyce bit her lip, hearing the sadness in hoppers voice as he tried so desperately to keep you awake, she started driving a little bit faster. Everyone in the car was silent holding, very obviously on edge.

"How about Halloween? Huh?" you smiled shutting your eyes. "You told el she couldn't go trick or treating...but I took her anyways...she was so happy and later that night...that night we watched Charlie Brown...and ate all our candy.." tears slipped down hoppers face. "Yea…You always did whatever it took to make people happy...and safe…I always told you not to be a hero...and that still never stopped you..."

You hummed in response watching the stars pass over your head, even those where starting to blur, "how could it?...I for everything I know from you…"

Suddenly the night sky was interrupted with hues of electric pink light.

"We made it!"

Hopper quickly lifted you up and raced you into the mall.

"Hop?" You heard el's voice very faintly as the five of you ran into the mall. "Holy shit! Y/n!?"

You looked up upon hearing Steve's voice. "Harrington?" Steve ran toward you right alongside eleven. You reached out to Steve with both arms and he was quick to take you into his just like hopper had you.

"Y/n?" You looked at him half lidded. "God, look at you…" you reached your hand up to touch his bruised cheek. He chuckled feeling worried years build in his eyes too. "Look at me? Look at you…"

"Keep pressure on her side!" steve looked around for a place to set you in order to do so.

"Steve!" el pulled the both of you to the platform that surrounded the plants in the center of the mall. He pulled you onto it resting you between his legs, so your back was against him. He pressed his hand against your wound causing you to wince.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he kept his other arm securely wrapped around your shoulders. "It'll be ok…"

You rested your head against his shoulder. Closing your eyes.

"Y/n?..."

"Yes, Steve?"

"I'm making sure you aren't dying." You chuckled followed by a cough.

El came up beside You taking your hand tears streaming down her face.

"El...don't...Don't cry...I'll...I'll be…" You took a shaky breath. "I'll be ok...who's gonna take you to do things dad won't let you huh? Can't do that if I'm dead…"

You felt her jump up and hug you, you could feel her tears hitting your neck and shoulder. "El..please…" You hadn't cried until this point, you didn't want to worry your dad or Joyce. But seeing el crying like this broke you.

"Bring her here!"

"Hop, she's lost a lot of blood do you think-"

"It has too! It has to work, joyce! I am not going to lose one of my daughters."

Steve picked you up and carried you over to where they were setting up.

After he laid you down you grabbed his hand. "Steve please..please Don't leave!"

"Hey I'm not going anywhere."

You coughed out a sob. "Promise me that you'll take me on a trip? Somewhere nice? Just for a whole?"

"Yea i...I Promise...where did you have in mind?"

You thought a moment as murray, joyce, johnathan and hopper all worked to help you. "Rus-" You grind your teeth in pain.

"Russia might be nice?..." Steve laughed through his tears. And You squeezed his hand, not that he really minded or noticed, not in this particular moment anyways.

" I love you Harrington."

"I love you too..." You cried out again squeezing his hand harder.

"It's ok...almost over…" Steve tried his best to reassure but the look on murray and Joyce's face said otherwise.

Robin sat next steve, and despite not really knowing you as much as she liked her eyes where red and puffy matching everyone in the room, the room was not quite enough to hear a pin drop or anything like that because instead it was filled with hushed murmurs from friends whispering things about what had happened, and choking sobs from every direction you looked.

El was still sitting over you her body shaking with ever sob she let out. Hopper sat next to her and pulled her into his arms.

Steve was curled up his knees brought to his chest and his head hidden inside. "Hey…" there was a beat of silents. Robin was convinced That he wasn't going to say anything.

"That was...that was the first time...the first time we said to each other... and in all the times I imagined it...I never once thought it would be the last time too…" Robin looked down defeated by his words. "And I promised her...I would take her away from here so many times...before I got this stupid job, before we finished school, I always told her we would run away from Hawkens...leave it all behind and start new in some foreign and new place...I promised her!"

"Steve…" he tucked his head back onto his knees his body shaking with sobs. She didnt say anything else she just sat next to him in scilents letting her own tears fall.

"Harrington…" He looked up again to see hopper standing there looking worse than he had. "Here I think...I think she'd want you to have this.." hopper tossed him something before sitting down.

Steve caught it and examined it. "Her necklace?..."

"It's not just a necklace, shit head...just open it."

Steve did as he was told and piped it open finding the insides to have two pictures. One being him and you, it made him smile he remembered that day. Hopper was out and you had him come over to watch a movie, but instead You two had ended up laying on the floor just talking, he asked about different things in your room and you happily explained the story behind them, before finally getting up and grabbing your camera and laying back in your spot on the floor.

He had begged you not to take that picture but you did, it was slightly fuzzy but just clear enough to make out what was happening.

You had your face turned to him and his to you as he attempted to push you away. You where both so happy there.

"I remember she told me it was awful...I can't believe she kept it.."

"Yea that was taken...the day after I brought el home…" it was a silly picture, you and el where looking behind You as hopper angrily looked at them ready to take the camera from them.

"I think you should have it…"

Hopper shook his head. "I have plenty to remember her by…"

Steve nodded looking at the picture letting another tear fall onto it.

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader

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