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LMK OC COMPETITION - ROUND 1
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Arthur Allard belongs to @doppel-doodles
Xiāo Lixúe belongs to @keykittygirl (art credit: @1shcakes)
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Arthur Allard:
Arthur Allard, a man surrounded by the scientific arts since he can remember. He ended up moving to megapolis together with his younger siblings to further his education and growing to be a world renowned scientist.
That intellect of his attracted the attention of the demon bull prince, Redson. Whether it be by force or by choice the young demon will recruit him as there is nothing keeping him from freeing his father.
Mild mannered and quiet, often acting reclusive, drifting off into his own world while working, people find it hard to approach him.
Yet there is a kindness to him, little acts of service and a patient ear to listen, despite his awkwardness he is rather attentive of the needs of others, but nerver towards his own.
Xiāo Lixúe:
Real name : Lóng Lixúe Name after being adopted : Xiāo Lixúe Species : Ice dragon Age : 6 years old (120 mortal years old)
The ice dragon is supposed to be the river guardian, that will interogated and won't hesitant to attack the person that they claim to be a threat. The purpose that every dragon received is to be the guardian of the river of fog and memory...
But as time goes by, and more threat come into view while weapon has got more powerful from the new technology and stuff. A couple of an ice dragon have been captured to be exploited and to be take advantage from, they didn't have the chance to inform the other dragons clan about it. But later the dragon of the East Sea Ao Guang was decided to visit the ice dragon only to find none in view, this make him reported it toward the jade emperor and later those hunter will be punished and executed from the middle realm.
A couple of decades later after those incident, an egg that survieve from the whole ordeal that have been being taken care by a villager that found them not long ago has started to hatch, revealing the probably last and only ice dragon that left.
The said caretaker love the baby dragon with their hearts, but for safety they managed to placed some glamour and seal on the infant to seal her power away and hide her real appearance from the world.
As times go, she'll start to age on a demon/celestial age, luckily the caretaker is also a demon that age the same way as the little girl.
The little girl will grow up with love and care, and growing up while loving the nature they are living in.
But the secret remains untold...
Will Lixúe ever find out? Or things will remain a secret?
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Day 11 : Medieval menace- Bloodbath
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Bucky has always loved beautiful things; it's in his nature to be attracted to shiny, colorful things. But even though he's always admired the gold, green, blue and red of his relatives' treasures, he's never felt the same attraction as his elders, the same irrepressible need to keep them all to himself. No, they bring him nothing, no satisfaction in possessing them, too cold, too uninteresting for his tastes.
They say it's because he's still a hatchling, too young, that he'll understand when he's older, when he's found his treasure.
All his life he's heard the stories of his relatives, how some of them love anything that shine, while others are a little more picky about their treasure, preferring the deep blue sparkle of sapphires like Lizzy or the vibrant emeralds like Harol.
Bucky has never understood their obsession with these boring, inert things. Gold is too dull, blue too dark and cold. Even the sensation of cold on his warm skin has never provoked the same reaction in him as it does in his relatives when they rest on their treasure.
Why have a treasure if you have to stay in the same place all the time, afraid that someone else will take it, stuck with metal and immobile gems when instead he can be outside, enjoying life, singing, drinking and playing with the world, going wherever he wants without restraint, free, free as the wind, free as the stars in the night and the birds flying high in the sky. One day, he'll join them. When he's taller, wider and bigger, he'll fly to the ends of the earth, free as a bird.
He nerver enderstand his relatives obsession and wonder over their treasures until he meets his own.
His gold shining prettielly under the sun, blue as he never saw not even on all the pieces in Lizzy's treasure. When Bucky saw him, he know he’ll be his, his and his alone. So he did the first things he had been told all his live.
“Always claim you treasure, hatchling, so other know it's taken, make sure people know it’s yours and yours alone. Don't take someone else treasure, we live long and our grudge is as deep as the sky. Our kinds are nothing without our treasure, cherish it with all your love and live, my little hatchling.”
But human doesn’t understand the same language as his kind so he did it the human way. Bucky gived him his name, showing everyone he’s Bucky’s, his treasure.
And his treasure let him, he let Bucky rub his scent over him, telling to all of his kinds, he’s his. He lets Bucky drap himself over him, puts his hands all over him. And contrary to everyone else, his treasure doesn’t find him too eager, too possessive, too clingy, too much, no, his treasure like Bucky just like that.
Bucky's treasure is the best, the most beautiful, the smartest and far more interesting and amazing than any of his relatives' boring, immobile one. And he's all Bucky's.
Bucky's treasure might loves his autonomy and moving, but that also means they can go exploring the world together, where Bucky can cover him in all kinds of gifts.
A low purr escapes him at the thought of his treasure wearing and using his gifts, at the thought of taking care of his treasure.
Sometimes he wants to lock him away, out of sight, keep him all to himself, but his treasure has teeth too, not as sharp as Bucky's but still there, and a quick tongue to go with them. He won't let Bucky try this, one look from him and Bucky thinks forget about that, and instead, he makes sure his treasure has everything he could ever wish for, being a gift, his presence or flying together.
In the cozy nest he's made, his treasure lying on top of him, his skin a delicious sensation of coolness on his overheated skin, Bucky can't stop the purr escaping his troat.
“Go back to sleep Bucky, tomorrow's going to be a busy day.”
Yeah, his treasure is the best and now he understands what they were saying.
“Don't count on it Buck.”
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Medieval menace = dragon, anybody? Dragon!Bucky looooooves his treasure Buck 🥰
It should have been dragon!gale but turned into dragon!bucky instead 😅
(Word count: 700)
Other MOTA drabbles - October's drabbles
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Time for KhOC week baby
3 years ago, this little event really gave me the push I needed to create my tumblr account and really work on my KHOC so thank you @khoc-week 🤗 Anyway back at it again !
Day 1 : Introduction
So here's Tamie ! She grew up on Destiny Islands. She didn't have a loving relationship with her parents and grew up pretty much alone. She had huge self confidence issue and tought she was not good enough to be friends with the other kids.
Tamie is sporty and quite flexible because she trained alot as a kid. She likes sweets things and sunny days (despite having a sensitive skin).
After the fall of the Islands she finds herself with Riku in Hollow Bastion. She didn't stay long because Maleficent thought she was useless and send her away. The girl woke up in Traverse Town and it didn't take long before she meets Sora. She had to convince the crew to let her on the gummi ship. She stayed with the group and fought alongside them, finding in herself a new strength and finally gaining confidence.
Tamie pretty much stay with Sora, Donald and Goofy throughout all the games. She often tries to accompany Riku on his adventures but it nerver last long. She can be reckless and clumsy at times and often end up in funny situations. All those adventures mades her more cheerful, optimistic and sociable. She likes to make people happy and laugh.
Oof that was a lot-...well here's my girl !
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–Husband!Akaza
–Black.FemReader X Akaza
"H-Hakuji?
One winter evening, you thought you'd been asleep and dreaming. After you heard a knock, you answer the door. Now widowed you didn't expect anyone to be at your home. It was usually the time Hakuji returned to you. But that day, what you'd nerver thought in a million years happened.
Standing in the door frame, the dark silhouette seemed familiar to you. You couldn't make out their face due to your doorway being so dark. Though, when they— or rather He stepped into the light you were shocked. It felt as if your lungs had collapsed.
Your eyes widened as you staggered backwards. Mouth a gaping as your words were lost.
Its not possible, is it? For someone to return— nonetheless with a different appearance?! Maybe you were still grieving? Maybe this was the 'denial' stage of grief? Your husband from the dead.. is now standing in your doorway.
"Don't look at me like that Y/n— Aren't you glad Im back Beloved?" The voice you hadn't heard for weeks comments.
You didn't know what to do..Why is he back? He walked in like he'd never been gone and shut the door behind him. "Beloved? Whats wrong?"
"You—", you stuttered. The sweet face you'd fallen for. His fair skin, now tainted with thick blue markings on his face. His short wavy hair now pink. Those yellow eyes, pink eyelashes throwing you for a loop.
"Hm?" His pink brow raised in confusion to your cut-short sentence.
He takes quick strides to get to you as you stood speechless. His blue fingers reach out to your pulling them up to his lips.
"You okay Y/n?" He bends down a bit to get eye-level with you; as he was taller than you.
"Hakuji—", you hic.
Almost losing your balance, your knees buckle causing you to almost fall. Your husband catching you by the waist, "Woah easy there Y/n!" ,he chortles.
'He's real..He's actually real— I can feel his touch', you think to yourself.
Your hands shaking, feeling his arms, and up his biceps. Hakuji raises a brow, staring at you with confusion. "Hakuji, you're real?"
"Mmm...yes?" He chuckles.
Happy, no...elated your deceased Husband was before you— You'd tackled him to the ground on accident. Your tight hold around him rough you could choke him back to death.
"Y/n, hon?" You eyes and nose running, causing his clothes to be drenched. "Hakuji, I'm really hoping– I'm praying I'm not drunk or you're not a ghost right now."
His arms comforting you, gently rubbing your back. "No honey, I promise I am 100% real. Just a little...different. I hope you aren't disappointed."
"No..I'm happy, So happy."
Akaza smiles,"Im sorry I left you for so long beautiful." He pulls you out of the hug, and looks at you. Seeing your pretty face every morning really made everyday worth living. His fingers wiping away your tears, sharp nails grazing your skin.
"I-It's okay, I'm so glad you're back", you whine.
His eyes..Something so different, yet still the same loving glaze. His eyes..now yellow instead of blue. The marks on his skin, patterns that were new to you. You would look at the marks on his arm, and trance your finger along them.
"Hakuji.."
He gazes at you, humming in response. "Why..why did you come back."
Hakuji's eyes look to the side now, almost as if he tries to think of something to say.
"I was given a second chance..", he admits standing up. Aswell as helping you to your feet. "Start this second chance with me?" He finishes.
"Hakuji, of course." You'd say without thinking, you didn't want to be away from your beloved. Especially after You'd just got him back.
Hakuji walks over to the kitchen counter before picking up your wedding ring. Remembering since you'd technically been widowed there'd been no reason to wear it.
"Honey?" You questioned. Hakuji, returning back to your side. He took your hand sliding the ring on your finger. Just like the day you two became one.
Pulling you in, he held his arm around your waist and the other locking fingers with yours that held the ring.
"Y/n, my sweet and beautiful Y/n..", he mumbled pulling you into a longing kiss. You'd submit complete and immediately almost forgetting what his kisses felt like. Sugary, strong..he was confident~ and so sexy.
When he pulls away he cups your cheek, whispering to you. "Let's do this again hm? But, better this time."
He lures you into a tight hug,"Yes." You say, melting into his arms. There was a silence before he speaks up again.
"Right...before I forget"
"Yes?"
"Just so you dont get confused why others call me something different.."
Hakuji looks at you once more, smiling, ear-to-ear fangs showing. Grazing his bottom lip–
"My name is Akaza darling."
Oof chilie I'll decorate this post when I wake up, I was just wanting to post it !!! Thanks fo reading, hope you liked it :)
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Wrecked His Heart
Notes: well here it is!!!!!!!! a hurt wrecker fic that decided to stab me in the chest. ngl it kinda hurt to write too poor wrecker im sorry ill nerver hurt him again IS WEARR!!!
Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader
Summary: Wrecker harbours feelings for you and has for a very long time. It's Valentines, the day of love and admiration. When he finally gains the courage to confess, it's not how he expected it to turn out.
Warnings/Tags: hurt, kinda angsty, minor yelling (if squint), heartbreak— tell me if I've missed anything!
"Wrecker, today is the 14th, it is obvious you do not have anymore days to procrastinate telling her that you harbour feelings." Tech's index finger pushed up his goggles for the thousandth time today. He was tapping away at his datapad, listening and enduring the whines of Wrecker on the co-pilots seat.
It was the 14th of February, Valentine's Day. Wrecker has been keeping it a secret as best as he could; he has the biggest, most colossal crush on you. It's so huge it's going to crush him soon.
He's made small moves, soft nudges, compliments, and assisting you when he can. These actions just put fuel into his burning fire-heart and increases the feelings he has. It's gotten to the point where even just looking at you has him weak in the knees.
"Can't I wait one more day! I don't know if 'm ready..." Wrecker nervously ran his fingers over his knuckles, rubbing them gently. His eyebrows furrowed and he pouted as he stared into the glowing buttons of the Marauders control panels.
"You have stated on multiple occasions you would confess on the 14th," Tech stopped tapping on his datapad to look up at Wrecker, "It is the 14th, is it not?" He then looked back down when Wrecker limply gave a nod.
It was almost silent. Occasionally, Tech was able to hear the pitter patter of Wrecker's gloved hand tapping against his armour.
The cockpit door swooshed opened, giving Wrecker a fright. Tech, not so much. Wrecker could feel his heart begin to race as he realised it was you who entered. Tech sent one quick 'now's your chance' look before attending to you.
"Here's your crate full of spare parts and Crosshair's still using your wrench," You grunted, placing down the crate full of parts and sliding it to the side. You dusted your hands off before glancing at Wrecker, "Heya, Wrecker!"
Wrecker almost passed out. This is his chance. You may have broken eye contact but you were still here and Tech seemed as if he was about to leave. Like he sensed this too.
"Hey, I need to tell you something. I rea—"
"Need you outside, fuel s'about to leak if we don't have an extra pair of hands." Echo's voice came through your comm, interrupting Wrecker.
"Be right there! Sorry Wrecker, tell me later!" You jogged out of the cockpit, a pout forming on his face again. Tech turned back around to analyse the expression on his brothers face.
"You need to confess confidently."
Wrecker grunted, "How can if m'being interrupted all the time!"
Tech clipped the lid of the crate closed, retrieving his datapad before sitting down on the pilots chair, "If you approach her first, you are less likely to be interrupted. Especially in an environment with not many people."
Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck nervously, practicing the same words he was going to tell you before he got interrupted. He sighed, heavily, walking out of the cockpit. He made brief eye contact with Crosshair who was screwing away on his weaponry. He overheard what went down and honestly, Wrecker didn't know if he was rooting for him.
He heard you chatting with his brothers but Wreckers eyes were only on you. His eyes gently scanned your figure as you were holding up the hole the fuel was going to leak out of. There were lovehearts in his eyes and his actual heart pounded against his chest like it was in a prison.
He didn't know how to ask you with his brothers around, he'd rather do it between the two of you. Mainly because of the embarrassment. He waited patiently on the Marauders ramp.
Every once and while you exchanged eye contact with him when you weren't speaking to Echo or Hunter. You have to admit, Wrecker is adorable. But like... hot adorable. He's a big guy and can handle himself. He can flip over gunships for Maker's sake but he has the biggest soft spot for his family.
You wondered why he was sat on the ramp though. You didn't mind him coming up and just sitting with Echo, Hunter, and yourself. If anything, you enjoy his company.
"How long til I can let go of this, Echo? I swear my knuckles are locking and my wrists are numbing up." You chuckled, tired. It was reasonable that Echo could hold it up for so long, he has a scomp for a hand. But you? Not a chance.
"When you hear the hiss of the lock." You sighed, defeated. You glanced up at Wrecker, who seemed to have broken eye contact immediately. You guessed he was staring first. You chuckled under your breath before you heard the hissing noise of the fuel lock closing.
"Thank goodness." You grunted as you took your slightly numb hands off the Marauder. You stretched every possible muscle to gain feelings back in your hands. As if Wrecker was waiting for the hiss too, he finally stood up, walking over to you.
Wrecker was preparing himself. He noticed you were finished with your little task and took the opportunity, just like Tech said.
"Uh, hey! Could I uh, talk to you for a moment? Just in town... if that's okay?" Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck, hoping you'd say yes.
Echo and Hunter peered up, giving the two of you a subtle side eye. They were both aware of Wrecker's feelings towards you and assumed he was confessing today.
"Sure! I need to pick up some stuff anyway." You said brightly.
You followed Wrecker into town, the polar opposite demeanours contrasting as you walked side by side down the busy alleys.
Now it was just the two of you. Sure there was the bustling of the town but between the squad, it really is just the two of you. Wrecker was nervous as ever.
He gently grabbed your wrist to guide you into a less noisy and busy area of town so he didn't have to speak up so much. Ironic since he's the sunshine of the group.
"Oh, we're not going into the markets?" You asked confused. Wrecker pulled you into a slightly empty place, a civilian coming around the corner every now and then.
Wrecker sighed, slowly building the courage, "I just need to tell you something..." He trailed off, his voice decreasing in volume as you made eye contact with him. Nervous isn't even the word to use right now.
You perked up, listening intently on what Wrecker had to tell you.
"I uh..."
"Ilikeyoualot." He said in one breath. You froze, taking time to process what Wrecker confessed.
A deep, deep, and terrible feeling rose in your chest. Your heart sank and you couldn't help your eyebrows that furrowed together.
Wrecker was quick to analyse your face, being the best empath in the group. Your expression was unfamiliar but he assumed it wasn't good. His heart began to sink too, the silence uncomfortable and long.
"Wrecker, I..." You began but no words followed after.
"Oh uh, n-no, it's okay, I know."
Your hands came out defensively, "No! No, no, that's not what I mean entirely," your gaze fell to the ground, it's hard to look at the man in front of you now that you know what you're going to say, "I just... think we shouldn't you know, uh, go into that?"
"Huh...?" Wreckers voice shook a little, he wasn't amazing at understanding how people structured their sentences but the tone is what he went off of.
"We should keep what's between us... um, professional? You know? As best friends?" You tried to smile, covering up the rumbling sadness in your chest and the weakness in your knees. Seriously? Professionally? He thought you were more than that...
"R-Right," Wrecker mumbled bluntly, "Sorry, lets get supplies then..." He walked off first, his head hanging lower than when you arrived. Wrecker's posture dropped a little, his arms practically brushing against the stone tiles of the path.
He sort of left you there. Standing and accepting the whole situation. Wrecker confessed his feelings to you and you rejected him. End of story.
You sighed deeply, following Wrecker but at a safe distance as to not add fuel to the fire. The fire in your heart and the fire in his.
It was an extremely quiet trip back to the Marauder, you carried the lightest crate into the shuttle to give to Tech, who was tapping away at the ships panel.
"Leave it there, thank you." Tech didn't look back, his hands full of buttons and his mind whirring with shuttle components.
As you exited the shuffle, you saw Wrecker carrying the last of the crates, bringing them over to Echo and Hunter. You shook your head, you need to stop thinking about this, it's only making it worse for yourself.
You glanced to the pile of pebbles where Omega was playing catch with Gonky. The perfect distraction for you. You walked over, not sparing a second glance to Wrecker, who had his eyes glued to you before Hunter spoke up.
"So...?" His voice deep and curious. Wrecker didn't look at the Sergeant immediately but that was enough for him. Wrecker felt lower then the planets mantle like he could burn from the core immediately. He didn't feel great, his throat thumping every time he swallowed his failed words.
"I don't wanna talk about it..." Wrecker pouted, his heart slowly cracking.
Echo glanced at Hunter who also sent him a glance back, "I'm sure it's alright, Wrecker."
"Mhm." Wrecker hummed, abandoning the crate and walking into the shuttle. His eyes didn't leave you. You looked a little happier than him, you playing around with Omega as the light sun hit your cheek elegantly. He could've experienced that sight almost everyday up close, oh if only...
He sighed, shaking his head and entering the ship.
It wasn't hard to miss Wreckers presence. Tech turning around to face his brother. Wrecker looked up at Tech and then to Crosshair who was sat on his bunk.
"Something on your mind?" Crosshair hissed.
Tech grabbed his datapad and exited the cockpit, "How was your—"
"I don't wanna talk about it!" Wrecker finally grumbled out, slight anger filling him. His fists were balled up for a brief moment, loosening after realising anger won't solve anything.
He breathed heavily, "I... just don't want to talk." His head hung low, lower than ever. His slumped and heavy footsteps clanged against the shuttle floor as he made his way to the chairs. There was creak as he plopped himself down.
Tech peered at him, debating whether he should speak with him or leave him alone. He began walking towards him before Crosshair's hand came out to stop him, almost saying 'don't.'
Wreckers hands came up to cup his face, covering his eyes. He didn't want to cry, this matter wasn't worth crying over. Even then, his eyes felt dry, no tears would've come out anyway. It's like a sponge was his internal emotion control.
He clenched his teeth, his shoulders slumping and his head going limp in his hands. Wreckers heart hurt and was heavier than the soldier that owned it.
What will he do now? Do you feel the same way? Will you just neglect him?
No, that's heartless. As much as Omega prancing around with the butterflies distracted you, you couldn't stop thinking about Wreckers confession.
Do you like him back or did you reject him because you weren't ready? Your heart ached too but not in the same way as Wrecker. It wasn't heavy, but light. Like it would fly right out of your chest and into the man you... like?
No, just light enough that it would fly out of your chest and float along with the strong gusts of winds. Away and away and alone. No one to hold it and no one to care for it.
Was saying no really the right answer? Is it too late to go and tell Wrecker?
Sigh.
You think it is.
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Post-Notes: SORRY IF ITS STOO SAD I WONT DO IT AGAIn (unlessssssss)
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You always meet twice part 2
part 1
Soap/Ghost
Fly to Las Almas 2022, 48h till Graves betrayal
Ghost is staring at the wall of the plane, the only sound he hears are the engines. He can't sleep his mind racing over the fact that he meets someone from a live he had long forgotten. How big are the chances even, to meet a close friend of his dead brother again. How big are the chances he even remebers someone you only seen twice? Should he thank him for influencing Tommy to not drop out of school? Should he tell him that Tommy is dead? Does Soap even rember Tommy or Simon? It should not matter honestly, so why is he thinking so much about it? Maybe it's just because it's also falling at the same time with returning to Mexico that he's even thinking about his life before Roba. The nights he spend looking after Tommy are honestly the best memories he has with him. Not stained or ruined by the presses of their father, not poisoned by Tommys year long fight with addiction. Back in the day he hated it but now this are his most important memories of his littel brother besides him being a dad to Joseph. With Soap, with Johnny back in his life by pure coincident its just logical he thinks more about Tommy. He gets pulled out of his head by Soaps head falling against his shoulder.
Las Almas runway, 42 h till Graves betrayal
They are waiting for the ramp to go down so they could rendezvous with Coronel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra to take down Hasan. Ghost is going in to full mission mode, otherwise the thoughts about Tommy would just be a risk to the mission. They walk down the ramp and are greater by Vargas. He let's Soap do the talking, Soap talks enough for both of them anyway.
"Alejandro", Soaps greats the man.
"Sergeant MacTavish", Alejandro retorts the greating.
"Call me Soap."
"Lieutenant.. Laswell told me they call you Ghost.", Alejandro is focusing his attention to Ghost
"Actually, I believe he prefers to be..", trys to say but Ghost cuts him of not wanting to know what the fuck Soap thinks he would prefer to be called. So Soap is still a trouble maker just like the night he had to carry him away from the drug dealers in that shady club.
"That will do", Ghost shouts maybe a bit to aggressive, but Alejandro is just smiling at them.
"Welcome to the city of souls" Alejandro says before the walk to the first of the 3 jeeps waiting in line.
"I've nerver been to Mexico", Soap offers as a bit of small talk.
"This is not Mexico... this is Las Almas." Ghost don't like the sound of this, rembering that he was told something similar about the city the Zaragoze cartel ruled. He read in the file they have a problem with a cartel here to, but the similarty with Roba makes him uneasy.
"Shepards contractors are inbound to reinforce. They bringing hardware, they'll need room.", Ghost explains, not really liking Graves beeing involved in this. They worked together in the past and skill and discipline is not the problem, but Graves attitude. He just can't stand him, for a reason he refuses to put a finger down. He's reminding him of Vernon.
"My base is your base", Alejandro assures them at the news. And a uneasy feeling is spreading in Ghost at this, as if this sentence is a bad omen. He's reasured Price several times it's fine for him to return to Mexico and now he's acting like a superstitious fool, great, really great.
"Good. Now where is Hasan?", Ghost ask to push past the feelings that tell him that thinks will go to shit. Buisness let's talk buisness. "Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here", the Coronel explains before walking to the passenger door, Soap walks around the car to sit behind the driver so Ghost will sit behind Alejandro. "Get in." Alejandro signals his man to get ready to move "C'mon let's move!"
Alejandro is interducing their driver: "That's my second in command Sergant Major Rudolfo Parra." Ghost is suprised that the second in command is not in a other car, but stays silence.
"Tengo miedo de los fantasma", Rudy awkwardly jokes at least Ghost thinks it's a joke.
"You know Spanish?" Alejandro ask not sure if Rudys comment landed or even understood by the two brits in the car. "No", Soap answers. Not by choice Ghost thinks staying silent, no need too bring up a long dead drug lord. "You will", Alejandro reassures them, with a grin.
Las Almas base, 36 h before Graves betrayal
Ghost lays on the bed trying to rest before they go to the villa of El Si Nombre to figure out where Hasan is, they also jumped from a cliff and had a unplaned swim. But he's irritated by Soap being so friendly with all the shadows. Soap is friendly to everyone atleast he got this impersion ay Al Mazah. I'm just projecting my need to protect Tommy on Soap, he can take care of himself, Ghost reasures himself. He had to walk out a room to not just pick Soap up to stop his conversation with Graves, childish and emberressing. They are allies, no need to step on toes because he is involuntary walking down memory road. He knows sleep will not come to him, but he still trys to even get in a littel rest atleast. He falls in to a restless slumber, his brain mixing the past and the now together. Soap, Gaz and Price laying in puddels of their own blood on the floor dead, Robas face turning in to Graves, Tommy asking in Soaps voice why this had to happen, Joseph telling him to not trust somebody, they are a bad person. When is alarm is going of he just wants to puke his guts out. "Fucking hell", he curses into the room, feeling like a group of elefants walked all over him at least twice. Not sleeping would have be a better choice. Maybe Price was right with his concerns of him returning to Mexico, but its to late now he has to do his job and he'll.
The next unexpected think that happens is Rudy asking him if they can talk and leading him away to a more private spot away from the others. A nice dark corner that will hide both of them. "So I heared rumors you are the one that destroyed the Zaragoze cartel, alone", Rudy says and Ghost eyes widen in shock not thinking someone would mention this part of his past. "Yes", he presses the answer through his theeth. "You okey hermano? The situations are pretty similar. Maybe besides the taking prisinor part El Sin Nombre don't really does that", Rudy asks, clearly checking if Ghost will be able to carry out the mission. "It's fine Rudy, I can do my job." Their talk is interuped by Soap laughing at something Graves says as they walk past their dark corner and for a short moment Ghost thinks he hears Joseph's voice again. "Oh and Ghost thank you, Roba was a danger to all of Mexico, you really did us a favour", Rudy ends their talk after Graves and Soap can't be heared anymore.
He is at his sniper spot watching Soap, naive trusting Soap get in the villa of a dangerous drug lord they dont even have a face of, the only one helping him on the insite Alejandro. He cant shoot shit from here, so he has to hope everythink will go as planed from Graves. Its petty to hate the plan because its from Graves he knows that, but the misttrust he feels towards Graves is growing and he dont know why. They worked before together and he never before feeled like this, what is so diffrent here. Is it the american missels they are hunting down? Is he paranoid after his one and only mission in Mexico before. But if it is would being in Mexico again the distrust towards Rudy and Alejandro and not fucking Graves? Fuck, he needs to focus on the mission no time for doubt, doubt will kill all of them. Its probably nothing, hes just haunted by memories of people long dead. "Dont trust him, uncel Simon", Joesphes voice is reminding him, a shiver is running down his spine. Who, who is not to trust? Is this is subconscious telling him something is off? He thinks about the files he read, the information he thought were important, the ones he deamed unimportant, the ones he thought are just there for the higher ups, the few thinks that got blacked out. Nothing, just the nagging feeling that the involvement of Shadow Company to avoid some of the red tape is slowly becoming a red flag. Maybe Price is right and he needs to actual take leave and not just do leg work for Kate so he can 'relax'. "This is stupid", he mouths with out making a sound, not wanting to give Graves a heads up that he thinks something is of, if its not just his paranoia. Hes relieved when Alejandro tells him the real part of the mission is finally starting so the only think he will think about for a while is dont die, kill this person, hide in this shadow.
24 h till Graves betrayl
An old oil rack, he hates this, he really hates this. But they need to get the fucking missels back. He goes over the files in his room, when somebody is knocking. Alejandro is entering his room having a concerned look on his face. "Something the matter?", Ghost askfelling how is insites feel like the are getting filled with insects. "I dont like this mission", Alejandro just say. Ghost nods so he is not the only one feeling something is of, relive over not going insane is spreading through him. "Something is of", Ghost agrees, vaguely to not give away to much. "I have a save house, its an old barn or atleast it looks like it", Alejandro says before giving Ghost a folded piece of paper. A prove of trust, Ghost appreciates it. "Lets hope Im wrong. Dont like how Graves is acting on base. Fucking gringo.", Alejandro says shaking his head. "Worked with Graves before, but this feels not like the other times", Ghost confirms the suspicion they both have, Alejandro just nots. "Oh and Ghost this is need to know, no telling Rudy and absolutely no telling Soap. Soap is to friendly with the Shadows and Graves." "Its how Soap is big simle friendly to everyone, the Captian hand picked him", Ghost half heartedly defents Soap, his personal feeling are irrelevant. "If you say so. Its just his interactions with Graves. Rudy knows of the house too but dont want to concern him. He already hates the oil rake think and that he stays behinde. No need to make him worry more", Alejandro just states and Ghost nods along. "You're close, Rudy and you", Ghost shares his observation. "Childhood bestfriends", Alejandro just ofers as information. Ghost raises a eyebrow at this, thats not what he observed but he could be wrong not having best friend in his childhood thanks to his dad. He burns the paper when hes sure he can recall ilthe information it even after waking up.
Oil rake, 2 hours till Graves betrayl
The weather is shit, a bit ironic a brit complainign about bad weather. But being on the fucking ocean, in a rain storm, not his cup of bad weather. But they finished the mission watching how the missel is destroying the rake. He watches Soap looking with big eyes like a child in a candy shop at the explosion. The aww on Soaps face even lets Ghost smile. Cute, what the fuck is he thinking oh god, stop. Soap is not cute, thinks that Soap does are not cute, this is a dangerous way of thinking, to human. Hes a husk, Ghost dont do feelings Simon does and Simon is drowning in the shadows of his dark past. So why the fuck does it feels like Simon is slowly clawing his way out? Oh fuck, they need over an hour back to the shore, nothing to do distract him. Fuck, fuck fuck. He somehow made it back to shore focusing on the talking of the others, shoving Simon back down in the dark lake to not reapear, but this is just a short term solution, he needs to talk to Price when they are back and a vacation, holly fuckin shit he willingly takes a vacation, thinks are bad. Price will get him a psych evaluation. He gets in the car with Soap and Alejandro happy to get a way from Graves for a while. Tomorow they would fly back to the UK and he hopefully just was a paranoid idot the hole time. The hole drive he and Alejandro share woried glances. The feeling of doom is spreading through Ghost. Jesus, maybe ne needs a this pysch evaluation when they are back. This is not like the mission about Roba, they still need to find another missel, but they will atleast leave fucking Mexico. They are holding in front of the base gates he shares one last look with Alejandro, seeing that the Coronel also is tensing. Something is wrong, even Soap who was naping most of the car ride is picking up that something is wrong. Ghost again hears Josephs waring before every think goes to shit. Alejandro captured, Soap shot at and both of them on the run. The save house proves to be a valuable information now. He just needs a car and get there. Hes nearly at the church, just slited the throat of a Shadow when he hears Soap over the only free line he found. Change in plan getting Soap to safty and then get the fuck away from here.
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A Double Date with Tweels~
Synopsis- Jade and Floyd decided the to take their partners on a double date! Which is great except they have never meet the other before and are extremely nerves about who the other is. It takes a certain kind of person to date a Leech, they should know! Their dating one!
Note - This is a tribute and fun crossover featuring @angrylilcyclops oc Milo! Go check out their stuff! They are amazing artist with cool Ocs! This is also a thank you for the beautiful piece I commissioned of Reyna and Jade, so I hope you all enjoy it! Info on the Ocs is here: Reyna and Mailo
Reyna was running late. She was still in the lab when Jade texted to say he was picking her in 15 minutes, and she was covered in pollen and animal gunk (don't ask). So in record time, she showered, found a decent dress, and her good lab coat. She was throwing her hair in a bun when the doorbell rang. She then realized a second too late that she forgot her glasses when she ran into the door frame. Now, not only was she late for a date, but a nice bruise was developing on her forehead. This is not what she wanted to look like for the double date.
She made it down the stairs in a rush before opening the door to the ever-smiling Leech, Jade. "Sorry, I got caught up in an experiment, and frogs' breath is really hard to get off of Prothetics." Reyna apologizes as she struggles to get her lab coat on.
Jade, being a gentleman, took the coat and helped her ease it on over her left arm prosthetic and smoothed it out from being. "I guess it's good I reminded you then." Jade Chuckled."You seem frazzled portabella?"
"I mean, I am a little frazzled. I'm just nervous. I have never been on a double date before, and add the fact that I haven't met Floyd Boyfriend, plus my lacking people skills." Reyna fixed her patched dress and smoothed her lab coat. "I-I just want to make a good impression, I guess." She turned to Jade and straightened her glasses."How do I look?"
Jade melted his business smile into a more genuine one, one that he saved for her and when they were in the mountain ls forging for mushrooms. He tucked away a stray strand of hair, "You look lovely, pearl." He held out his arm, "shall we?"
Reyna nodded and took her arm. "Where are we going to eat anyway?"
"A place in Town, We received permission to take you two to this lovely place by the docks." Jade explained.
"That sounds nice... Floyd didn't want to risk us cooking again?" Reyna asked knowingly.
"Precicly." ----------------------------------------------------------
Floyd was the last-minute king, which Mailo enjoyed most of the time, but not today.
"What do you mean we are meeting Jade and his girlfriend in 10 MINUTES!" Mailo rushed around Floyd's bedroom, getting ready for this surprise date. He managed to get his nicer clothes out of Floyd's closet before rushing to the bathroom. "I had no clue Jade was dating. What is she even like? How long have they been dating? What if she doesn't like me? Who even is she!?" Floyd was putting on his newest pair of sneakers and shrugged.
"Tetra-chan? She's a cute little fishy~" He stopped for a moment and thought back to the other day, "Just don't eat anything she offers ya. She is kinda like Jade in that way."
"How much like Jade is she?" Mailo called from the bathroom.
"Um... How do I put this?" Floyd stood up and leaned against the bathroom doorway. "She is a few stitches short of mad, but she's good with Jade. They both go off into the mountain and try to poison us with the stuff they bring back, they have a weird obsession with mushrooms, and I think she has tried to raise the dead a few times. But she's nice."
Mailo looked up at his eel and asked, "We're going out to eat, right?"
"Yeah, no way in the seven seas am I letting them cook." Floyd smiled and wrapped his arms around his little shrimpy. "Ready?"
"I guess so... do you think she'll like me?" Mailo asked. He was never usually this nerverous about what people thought, but this was his boyfriend's twins partner.
"Probably, who wouldn't like my shrimpy~" With a big kiss, Floyd left the bathroom to head out, leaving Mailo to wonder, what kind of person is Jade's girlfriend?
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Reyna and Jade made it to the restaurant first. Reyna was still fidgeting with her dress and glasses as she anxiously waited for Floyd and his date to arrive. They got their drinks and some complementary bread. Jade found his portabella's nervse to be entertaining.
"Is there anything I should know about Floyd's partner? Like his name or allergies? What if they are turned away by my scars or my prosthetic or what if I accidentally detach my hand and freak them out?" Reyna detached her hand as she said that.
"Well, you could ask him yourself," Jade nodded to the door as Floyd and a pale boy with green and purple hair came in.
Reyna jumped and fumbled to put her hand back onto her arm.
Floyd waved to his brother and Reyna as they came over. "Tetra-Chan! Jade-chan! We made it!"
Reyna and Jade stood up from their side of the booth, causing her to fumble. "Floyd, Mailo, I'm glad you made it."
Reyna stood close to Jade and fixed her dress. Jade took her hand and gestured to Mailo. "Reyna, this is Mailo Naiad, Floyd's boyfriend. Mailo, this is my girlfriend, Reyna Bouc."
Reyna was half grateful that Jade took care of the introductions as she outstretched her arm to Mailo. "It is nice to finally meet you, Mailo." She did with a forced smile, trying to hide the nerves. But she failed to realize that Jade was still holding her prosthetic hand that had detached yet again.
Milo stared at her handless arm but reached to shake it anyway. "Nice to meet you too, Reyna... Floyd told me a lot about you."
"No, I didn't. I never mentioned her until I told you about the date 20 minutes ago." Floyd said blankly as he looked at Reyna's detached hand with a wicked grin. He reached to take it from Jade, but being the good boyfriend, he moved it quickly from his twins' resch.
"It's fine, I- Oh Sevens! I am so sorry, I swear this isn't a common thing I-" she finally realized her hand was missing and took it back from Jade as she tried to quickly reattach it, but it wasn't working "come on you stupid peice of-"
"Allow me, Portabella." Jade calmly took the hand and attached it with ease.
Floyd was laughing out loud at the whole transaction. "Yeah! Let's eat!"
Reyna felt completely embarrassed and bit her lip. Jade patted her head and her gestured for her to go in first. She did and found herself across from Mailo.
After an awkward silence, Mailo spoke up. "So, how did you and Jade meet?" He asked.
Reyna got out of her head and nodded, "During Club hour! I just transferred to NRC, and I saw there was a Mountian Lovers Club. I really like forging and thought it would be nice not to go alone." Jade smiled as he recalled the day as well, "To my surprise, Jade was the only one in the room. I was really nervous since I am not the best with people, but after we started talking about mushrooms and things turned around! it wasn't long after we started dating."
"Two weeks afterward, to be precise." Jade added and held her hand under the table.
Reyna felt comforted by the action and started to relax a bit. "What about you and Floyd? How did you two meet?"
Mailo smiled and said, "We met when he dragged my friends away because the idiots made a deal with Azul."
"I heard about that! Ruggie is in my class, and he told me last semester he had to help out this magicless kid with an overbolt beacuse they treated his bosses sleep schedule, which is truly genius considering who his boss is." Reyna noted.
"That was me!" Mailo exclaimed, "I threatened to never let him sleep again!"
"So you're the one that has been dealing with the overblots? Next time to do that, would you mind getting me a blood and blot sample from the victim?" She took out a syringe and vial from her jacket pocket. "I have been wanting to reaserch the properties of blot, but I keep missing the events!"
Mailo rubbed the back of his neck and said, "I would like to, but I really don't want to be in one of those situations again. But if I think it may happen again, I'll let you know."
"Why do you have a syringe in your pocket?" Floyd asked.
"Never know when you need to get a sample! Jade was nice enough to give me a sample of mer-eel blood, scale, and hair to research, but I usually have to sneak the samples off of others..." Reyna commented and put the vials back in her pocket as the waiter came over.
After appetizers and small chit-chat, Reyna and Mailo had an easy back and forth.
"So in your world, you can use magic and turn into a siren, but here you cannot? That is fascinating!" Reyna exclaimed. "There must be a blockage or a dam of sort due to the mirror... you know, with the right elixir, we could probably unclog the blockage -"
"No. Experimenting on my boyfriend. Ya hear!?" Floyd said in his scary voice, but it just caused Reyna to pout.
"But -"
"NO."
Jade Chuckled, and Mailo laughed as well. "I appreciate the offer. And I may take you up on it later, but I would hate to bother you right now."
Reyna smiled. "It's not a bother! I have always been fascinated by the relationship between magic and biology, so this would be a fun diversion from my other projects!"
Mailo kept the conversation going, "What are your other projects? Floyd mentioned you tried to bring stuff back from the dead, but -"
"Tried? I succeeded." She said blankly, "it is only on small animals, but I think I am close to bringing back a deer... well, if I can get the right ratio of frogs breathe and Deadmans shrooms."
Jade and Floyd smiled at their partners, talking happily and shared a few looks that only the other could decode.
This caused Mailo to pause, eating his trout, and gave Reyna a weird look. "Wait, that wasn't a joke?"
"Why would I joke about bringing animals back to life?" Reyna said and started reaching for ger wallet, "If you don't believe me, I have some pictures I can show you, there not dinner friendly but i think their cute. Well, that's what my sisters say. Anyways-"
"Nope, I believe you." Mailo said, putting a hand up to stop her from showing him the pictures, "It's just hard to believe at first... have you brought people back to life?"
"Oh, never. I swore to only revive being of lower intelligence." She said seriously. "The main reason for that project is to prove that there is the capability to come back with limited consequences to intelligence and magic ability. Now, I am working on limb replacements and revitalization."
"Are you trying to find a new arm?" Floyd asked and Mailo gave him a look of 'We don't say that!?!'
Reyna adjusted her glasses and shrugged. "I cannot say that isn't a motivator in my actions. But I really am curious if we can revitalize perfectly good organs from the dead before they decay completely to aid the living."
"Huh...." Mailo didn't really know what to say to that. "So you are kinda like a doctor?"
"I have all the knowledge and practice, just not the legal credentials." She said nonchalantly, "I'll get those once I graduate."
"We can get ya a job without one," Floyd said as he stole a bite of Mailo's food.
Jade nodded at his brother's comment and added, "Our father is always looking for uncertified doctors or certified ones. It's up to you, my dear."
Reyna shrugged and said, "That's sweet, but I think I'm going to get it. Then Doc won't just be a nickname, and I can get access to fancy lab equipment without having sis build it."
Mailo looked at the three confused, and Reyna patted his hand, "You'll find out soon enough. The only reason I know is because Floyd told me under the influence of mushrooms when I had to do 'unplanned procedures'.'" She air quoted and winked, hoping Mailo would get the message.
Mailo nodded as the twins gave their partners matching wicked smiles and chuckles.
Dinner came to an end, and as Reyna and Mailo went ahead to catch the cab, Jade and Floyd hung back.
"We picked good ones, didn't we?" Floyd nudged his brother in the arm as they paid.
Jade looked at the partners they managed to capture somehow and gave a more genuine smile, "We did, didn't we." He chuckled. "Mother and Father would be proud. We managed to get partners both organically and legally."
"Yeah, who knew." Floyd laughed, "They are weirdos, huh~"
"They have to be with us~"
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Hi, I've been following you for awhile now but I'm very internet-shy (if that's a thing) so I've nerver said anything, hence the anon. I wanted to commend you for your writings and headcanons, which I've been enjoying so so so much.
I've always believed that Thranduil had multiple children but I was always indecisive on the number, you helped me settle on five, and many of your characterisations fit perfectly in my own personal headcanons. Moreover even those that I do not agree with have helped me develop my own, so again thank you.
Now on the question: have you ever had so many ideas that you end up creating multiple version of your own AU or, worse, fanfictions of your fanfiction? I write a lot and I'm always expanding on my writings (but never publish, again internet-shy) and I always get so many new inspirations that I always create AUs of my AU so I never finish anything, how do you solve this problem?
Oh my friend, you being so kind is exactly the reason why I would probably never turn off Anon Asks, even though I'm quite sensitive to hate and dread the thought of eventually getting my first hate Anon. (Fingers crossed my lucky streak holds out!)
Thank you so much for reaching out to tell me all this, even though you're "internet-shy"! 🥰 I am so, so glad you enjoy my headcanons enough to let them inspire your own! That is fantastic, and I hope you are able to create tons of content for you to enjoy (and for other fans, if you ever decide to share them)!
As for your question: Hoo-boy, like most of our fellow writers, I am plagued with "too many ideas, too little brain space and even less time to write them down"! That being said, the kind of brain I have is also quite determined to keep my creative mess (somewhat) organized, so I DO fight to wrestle my SotWK AU ideas down and create structure for my fics to stand on.
Yes, I do occasionally get the urge to deviate from my own headcanons and experiment with other scenarios. I think more writers operate with unlimited AUs in their heads, actually. (From what I've read of others' works, at least.) But my personal goal is to create a single consistent, unified "SotWK AU" that encompasses not just Thranduil/Mirkwood's history, but ties into the untouched/extended stories of other canon realms/races/characters as well (including a lot of "Everyone Lives")! So I do try to stay disciplined and stick to my headcanon "facts" once I've nailed them down.
If that's something you also want to try to accomplish, here are Five Things I personally do that might be helpful:
Keep a Master Timeline. This was the first thing I did when I decided to take the SotWK concept all the way. I copy-pasted the entire Middle-earth timeline from Tolkien Gateway into a document, and started to plug in all the headcanon events from my AU into it. That's why nearly every fic I write has a specified date and year!
Keep a Glossary of Your Originals. This can be as messy a dumping ground as you want! Just try to keep all your notes about every single character, place, object, or term you create in one document/file folder so you can easily track and reference them.
Indulge "rogue AUs" in fic "shorts" or drabbles. I accept requests for Reader inserts and this area is where I allow myself to "go wild" with my "out of bounds" ideas. Here, I will allow myself to write stuff like Modern AUs, or have Thranduil be with someone other than my OC Elvenqueen, or have my Thranduilion princes love whomsoever they want, changing the love interest up each time! It doesn't matter, since these stories are all considered "outside" of the SotWK canon, and don't affect the overall "official" story arc. (Note: I haven't actually posted/completed any of these yet, but I have multiple WIPs of such stories.)
Chop Long Stories Up into Smaller Bits. I have a terrible inability to stay focused on a single story/project (don't we all), and for this reason, I avoid long, multi-chapter fics whenever I can. Instead, I will (or plan to) write individual key events as stand-alone one-shots and later group them into collections. This is how I plan on tackling Thranduil and Maereth's 2,000-year long courtship, for example. It reduces the stress of doing things in a linear fashion, or updating with "new chapters".
Don't Smother Your Creativity. You can try to "rein it in", and keep things under control so you can create a cohesive saga that your readers can follow. But ultimately, run with all and whatever ideas make you happy and inspired! Believe me, I'm the one of the most stressed out (self-inflicted) writers out there, but we gotta remember the primary goal of fanfic is FUN, right? <3 Just write The Thing and don't worry about it, especially if publishing/sharing isn't your main goal anyway.
I hope some of this helps you! I can already tell you are a wonderful writer, and I wish you all the best with your fics!
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Cause John Constantine nerver will have happy end
" - And why I would help you ? John Constatine you’re a fucking assholl and an alcooholic who spend all his free time to do nightmares. And when there isn’t nightmares, you ruin the life of the one around you. Moreover you’re so narcissistic as I can’t support !
- You’re right love, but we both know that if we don’t work together, Klarion’s monsters will kill and destroy the everything in the world. And you perfectly know we can never clear them individually.
- If I don’t care of the world as I prefer die than work with you?
- Darling. I’m the bad boy here, not you. "
" - ARE YOU COMPLETELY STUPID ? YOU’VE JUST SAVED YOURSELF OF DYING, AND YOU DON’T WANT REST ?! I SWEAR, I CAN NERVER UNDERSTAND YOU ! AT FIRST YOU SAY « I DON’T CARE WHAT CAN APPEND TO YOU », AND ANOTHER TIME YOU SAVE ME !
- You’ve finished ? I need help to stitch theses injuries.
- Oh God ! Ok remove this shirt, Constantine.
- I’ve saved your life, I think we are past the step of second name , do not ?
- Just remove your shirt.
- Impatient ?
- Shut up. "
" - I can’t believe that... You’re a blody liar Constantine.
- I know what it look like but-
- Not one more words. Klarion’s monsters ? And you’ve realy thought that I’ll don’t recognise hell’s demons ? They’re definitely not the Klarion’s type. You know, the next time you do stupidity like that, just be honest, because now I don’t have any desire to help. And no matter what you will say, it’s your problem now, and only yours.
- It’s right, just return hide you in rathole, witch !
- You’re a wizzard too, Constantine...
- I’m an exorcist ! "
" - So it’s finished?
- Yes, no more hell’s demons for a long time, I hope.
- You know I think we can’t expect this type of event of you.
- You have a so less opinion of me, I’m hurt.
- My opinion of you is complex, John.
- So it’s my first name now ?
- Maybe asshole. "
" - You deserve so much better.
- What ?
- I’ve said « you deserve so much better » , idiot.
- About what ?
- I’m sorry for your parents, you didn’t have an easy life. And for Astra.. It’s not your fault. Maybe I made an error about you, but you stay an narcissistic person.
- Is it a clumsy way to say you like me, I’m touched darling.
- Just a way to say I love you. Asshole. "
" - Listen, I can explain !
- Explain what, Constantine ? That you’re always force to destroy everything ? That you’re always force to lie to the people who love you ? That you will nerver change ? Or maybe explain why I found Sarah Lance naked in our bed ? You know, I don’t care of what you can say or explain, because the situation is clear. And you know what ? I don’t care of your cheat, but I so much hope that you will never find a person that love you like how I love you.
- Please let me-
- Goodbye John. "
I want thank @pimpimou for this help at the correction because english isn't my first language.
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#omega#music#playlists#noise rock#garage#Chat Pile#Big Brave#Rong#Space Camp#Heavy Lungs#USA Nails#The Men#Thee Oh Sees#Purling Hiss
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DID YOU ALL SEE THE NORTHERN LIGHTS?! (may 11,24 - 8:45pm)
DUDE!!!! the fckn northern lights were so gorgeous last night!!ive nerver been more happy to be alive than i did last night and propably tinght too!! the fucking colours were so goddamn pretty!! all that magick looking arouras. god i love the northern lights~ i hope the clouds clear up again tonight and that the lights are brighter!! right now, i am cleaning up my room and then rearranging them to fit me better and for "change of season" feeling. keeping myself occupied until the lights come out. the sad thing though is that there was a (very) young one just passed away not even 2 days ago. those parents are only a few years younger than i am. its baffeling. and very sad. i hope those two can recover well, and that no one bothers them about it. this village is already rude about the funerals that happen here. almost no one repsects them, and the ones that do, are a part of that family or it was one of their family members passing away. the respect never stays. anyway, enough about saddness and funerals, the northern lights will be going off soon enough and i want my room to be clean before that happens, and judging by last night, it wiill be cold af again tonight.
11:08pm - judging by the weather tonight, we wont be able to see the northern lights. im so glad the was got to see them last night, they were so bright. my mom got sick just 2 days before mothers day, which is gotta suck all round for her. poor ma, she says its not but what may have push her over was drinking the last cup of coffee last night at 2am. i also think she was slowly getting sick before that, but it was body soreness and even more insomnia. she didnt even smoke today, how bad she feels, which sucks because we dont have any meds for her to take to properly recover. got no fricken money either. its very unfortunate that this happens almost every single time. its ridiculous how often this happens, and even when we do get some meds for us, we still end up with nothing once one of us in the house get sick. so if my mother is sick right now, i wonder who in the house will be next. so far, ive been the only one in mums room, so it might be me. on another note, the moon tonight looks so pretty~ its too bad that the clouds wont clear up for tonight. such a shame. i was so exicted and preparing myself to go outside and take lots of pictures while also admiring it. the way that the lights looked right above us was amazing, like it was circling right above the village <3 if you want to see my northern lights pictures, go to my instagram: @photographer.amethyst
i am posting what ive edited there and they look amazing! if i do say so myself <3 there are a few people now, trying to message me about being a freelancer or not. hell, just to sell my photography in general. i only do this as a hobby, selling my picutres will be a last resort only. this is not my last resort. at least, not yet it isnt. but thats for another day. right now, im going to have a puff and watch youtube videos for the rest of the night. so i think that this entry will be short as well. just maybe.
1:05am - it doesnt seem to be like the night to watch the notrthern lights tonight. it kind of sucks but i am so glad i got lots of pictures to edit and post <3 i just find it weird that it is very cold out right now and i just want to go back inside and curl up in my penguins blanket, never come out of my little cuccoon that i have made for myself. i made a second pot for myself basically. my little brother isnt drinking coffee, which is okie, its his choice. but its just me drinking the whole pot for now and for however long my mother will be ill for. hopefully this doesnt last long, conidering that we do not have any medicine for her to take. unfortunatly. even though she didnt eat at all today, she seems to need to throw up, or feel like thorwing up. dry heaving and whatnot. it genuinly does sound like that shit hurts. lots of thought run through my head when she gets like this. lots of anxiety and worry as well. i wonder if this is how she felt with all of her kids while we were growing up, and to change perspective, i wonder if this is how she felt when she was looking after her mother(my gran) while she was sick for a bit too. if so, no wonder she does everything in her power to make sure that we feel better and recover quick with the medicine she manages to find for us. speaking of, i may have to use my savings to go to the store again to find some medicine for her there. anyway, i think ill stop for tonight, hope you enjoy today/tonights entry, have a good day/night, readers~
#happy#lgbt#2spirit#journalist#journal#lgbtq#they/them#journalist amethyst000#journal entry#ill post the photos of the northern lights later on
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I don't care about what you say nor do I care about your critiques, because The Umbrella Academy Season 1 is PERFECT.
End of discussion.
#i do like the other seasons#but they have some flaws i look at and goes like 'nhen'#season 1 is perfect#no flaws#no#season 2 is like the funny cousin of the family#its very good but not my favorite one#season 3 was good#but it got in my nervers sometimes#i got actually very angry#but i dont hate it because it gave me good moments too#BUT SEASON ONE IS SO GOOOOOOD#i dont know if im exaggerating#but it is#it give me the chills in a good way#and is so nostalgic idk#AND season 1 has the best scene ever#you know what im talking about#INSTANBUL WAS CONSTANTINOPLE NOW ITS INSTANBUL NOT CONSTANTINOPLE#BEEN A LONG TIME GONE CONSTANTINOPLE#WHY DID CONSTANTINOPLE GET THE WORKS#THATS NOBODY'S BUSINESS BUT THE TUUUUURKEYS#sorry#masterpiece#the umbrella academy#umbrella academy#the umbrella academy season 1#tua s1
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Chapter 25: #ThePinkAndBlueDay
Hello everyone! I want to say that today’s chapter is on of my all time favorite! I love it, is different but is so cool! I want to read what you think about it so leave feedback!
BTW Next week is the turn of the Josh POV chapter so I hope you all are as excited as I am!
Thanks to everyone who reads the fic, much love to you all! ♥
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Those days in Los Angeles were weird for Anastasia. She didn’t feel comfortable with herself, she couldn’t stop comparing to Josh’s new girl, who was younger and obviously more vibrant than her. She locked herself in her house for a couple of days, alone. She did it as an exercise to find herself again, to learn and love herself again. She took long baths, cooked nice food, watched Netflix, wrote songs, recorded some of them and even swam in her heated pool.
She was starting to enjoy being alone. The past months she spent all of her nights with either Josh or Mandy. This time, she was all by herself and by the third day she was liking it. That didn’t mean she was over the situation, the image of Josh and Lauren didn’t leave her head for a second. Anastasia kept feeling empty, sad and hopeless, the natural stages of a breakup, a breakup that happened almost two months ago and that she was still suffering from. When she thought she was over it she found out that Josh had cheated on her and she believed things couldn’t get worse, but she didn’t want to say it because things could always get worse.
One Thursday morning, the blue-haired girl received a call from Eric, saying that in the afternoon they would have an appointment to get matching tattoos with the band logo. It was something they’d been planning for a while, it had been Mandy’s idea and finally Eric made the appointment. The band’s logo was Nick’s creation, Anastasia has always been obsessed with the moon as it involved an important part of her life and beliefs. One night at Nick and Mandy’s childhood house, looking at a sky dressed with plenty stars and a full moon in all its glory, the blonde guy came up with the idea of two circles forming a full and crescent moon, representing ups and downs of the career they chose to have. It was an instant yes for the rest of the band members and now they were on the way to have it forever on their skin.
It was the first tattoo for Eric and Anastasia; the siblings were much familiarized with ink. Mandy already had seven small tattoos and Nick had four large marks on his right arm and on his back. Anastasia was excited and nervous, which was normal, Eric had a little more confidence. Anastasia decided to make her double moon in dark blue with four vertical dots in the lower part representing the four members of Dead Curse; she chose to have it on her right forearm, in the middle of it. Mandy had it on her left ribs and the design was the logo in light blue with a watercolor style background simulating the night sky, remembering the day the sign was created. Nick chose the circles in black on his right shoulder with four stars also in black, and the spot chosen by Eric was under his left elbow, just the circles in dark blue because he like it how it looked on Anastasia’s skin.
That was a great afternoon, the four Dead Curse members were already very close but to share that experience created a new bond between them.
- How have you been feeling? – Eric asked Anastasia while giving her a ride back home, just the two of them.
- I don’t know, I fear this is a never ending thing – Anastasia said.
- With Josh? – Eric asked again.
- I don’t know what’s next and at the same time I’m afraid there’ll be nothing more – She said looking out the window – Like he’s going on with his life and I’m stuck in this hole waiting for… I don’t know what I’m waiting for to be honest.
- You hope to be back with him – Eric said as if he were reading Anastasia’s mind. She looked at him.
- That’s not gonna happen – Anastasia said – I don’t want it to happen. I don’t know if I can forgive him. How can I trust him again?
- Time heals – Eric said – And I recognize real love when I see it, I have it with Hannah and I know you had it with Josh.
- You said it: had it.
- You don’t love him anymore? – Eric said and laughed – Bullshit – He parked his car in front of Anastasia’s house – Do you want to know the reason he broke up with you?
- He found a better girl.
- No. I had a conversation with him last night, I’m gonna email it to you – He said taking his phone. Anastasia’s phone beeped letting her know she had new mail – Read it.
- Thanks for the ride, it was a great day – She said, shut the car door and didn’t look back.
Maybe Eric was right. No, Eric was definitely right. She still loved Josh and she didn’t want to because it was very obvious that he didn’t love her back. He loved a younger, fitter, blonder girl and that’s the scene she tried to tattoo on her mind, she wanted it to be etched in her head like the mark that had been made on her arm that afternoon: forever, so to have a reason to lose the love she had for Josh.
She looked at her phone and saw the message with the conversation Eric sent to her. She was tempted to open it but after thinking about it she let her phone down. She just wanted to forget Josh and maybe that email wouldn’t help. She walked up the stairs to do the tattoo cleaning proceeding the tattoo artist instructed her to do. She took a bath, laid down in her bed, and turned on the TV, on a channel that just showed old movies. Breakfast at Tiffany’s appeared on the screen, she stayed there watching her favorite movie about a high level prostitute, because that’s what Audrey Hepburn character was, read between the lines. After the movie she felt asleep.
Next day she woke up late, her phone alarm didn’t go off and then she remembered she left her phone downstairs the night before. She brushed her teeth thinking about that damn email Eric sent her yesterday. She still wasn’t sure about reading it, it could change everything… or it could change absolutely nothing. She decided to have breakfast first, a nice avocado toast, well, she went for two avocado toasts, orange juice and a banana; she felt so healthy it was weird. She did the dishes and then she noticed the phone on her kitchen island, she took it impulsively, moved her fingertip to the mail app and opened it, and at that moment, at that precise moment, the screen turned black and a call went through. It was Mandy. Anastasia, frustrated, picked it up.
- What are you doing? – Mandy asked with her sweet voice.
- I just had breakfast and you? – Anastasia asked back.
- Not much – Her friend replied – Do you want to spend the day at Venice with me?
- Even if I want to say no, I can’t – Anastasia replied with a laugh.
- You can but I wouldn’t accept it – Mandy said – I’ll pick you up in half hour, is that alright?
- Sure!
The phone went back to the original position and Anastasia ran upstairs to get a shower and dress up forgetting about the email.
Venice was a place where the two friends always found peace. That crazy place filled with unique people, the shore and all the activities around made them feel like it was home. Venice was the place they went when they sneaked out of class back in the day; if they didn’t have plans on a Saturday they always visited Venice Beach.
Mandy always had this dream of living in a colorful house in front of the Venice canals, with flowers in every window and a small boat on the canal in front of her porch.
The girls were thrift shopping on the main street in Venice near Pacific Ave, thrifting was a hobby they both had, finding amazing pieces with history always filled Anastasia with joy; she was a real fashion lover.
- Look at this jacket! – Anastasia said to Mandy showing her a biker jacket in electric metallic blue.
- I love it – Mandy said going through her own rack of clothes – Oh my God! Look! – Mandy opened her eyes big; she found the same jacket in metallic pink.
- It’s like heaven sent – Anastasia said and both laughed.
- We should stop wearing clothes the same color of our hair, though – Mandy said.
- Says who? – Anastasia asked looking at a pile of t-shirts.
- Yeah… That’s not going to happen – Mandy said.
After buying five pairs of pants, four skirts, the two jackets and almost ten t-shirts between the two, the friends walked to a sunglasses vendor spot on the boardwalk.
- Look, nineties babe – Anastasia said showing Mandy a pair of round sunglasses with a white frame.
- Every damn shape of sunglasses looks good on your face. How is that possible? – Mandy said.
- It is what it is – Anastasia said shrugging and trying on a wood frame this time.
- Do you think that we’re childish? – Mandy suddenly dropped while trying on a heart-shaped frame in pastel pink.
- No! – Anastasia answered – Why do you ask?
- I had a fight with Peyton this morning – Anastasia understood why Mandy wanted to go to Venice – And he told me that I needed to grow up and stop wearing “stupid pink hair” – She said making quotation marks with her fingers.
- I think Peyton is stupid – Anastasia was also wearing heart-shaped sunglasses in blue – Does Peyton think it’s stupid to match your clothes with your hair too? – Anastasia asked remembering the comment Mandy made at the thrift shop earlier.
- Yes, he said that too – Mandy said still wearing the pink glasses.
- Mandy! You don’t have to change because a man says so. Peyton felt in love with who you are, no matter if your hair is blonde, like when you met him, or pink – Anastasia said.
- I know…
- Why was the fight for?
- I don’t really remember, something really stupid like leaving a glass were he doesn’t like – Mandy said – Every start of a season is the same. He becomes this anxious monster and everything bothers him.
- It’s normal. He is nervous.
- Yes, but he doesn’t need to take it on me.
- I know, what an asshole – Anastasia saw her friend smile – I say you are going to buy those pink heart sunglasses and the ones with the blue crystal, and I’m going to get these ones in blue – She referred to the also heart-shaped glasses – and the ones with the white frame. But you have to wear the pink ones right now and I’ll be wearing the blue heart-shaped sunglasses.
- We should wear our pink and blue jackets too! – Mandy said smiling.
And so they did. The two girls looked like cartoon characters with jackets and sunglasses matching their hair but they were in Venice Beach so they blended right with the rest of the people there.
- Did you like your tattoo? – Mandy asked Anastasia walking on the boardwalk again.
- I love it. It wasn’t half bad as I thought it would be – Anastasia answered.
- See? I told ya – Mandy said – You know what I’m thinking? We have been friends for so long and have shared so many things, we shared high school, we share our career, we tried to share a house once, didn’t work out as we thought, but anyway. You’ve been a huge part of my life and have helped me during so many times of awe and suffering, you are my rock and I know I’m all of that to you too.
- Oh God! Are you going to propose to me?
- Anastasia Truman – Both girls stopped walking – Would you like to make me the happiest girl in the world and share a friendship tattoo with me so you can take me with you to eternity? – Anastasia covered her face with her hands and faked a huge smile.
- YES! – She screamed – Aren’t you going to bend on one knee?
- No, that would be too much.
- That’s probably the only half proposition I will have in my life.
- Let’s find a tattoo shop.
- Oh! Are we gonna do it right now?
- Yes! – Mandy laughed – There are many shops here, but I know one! Nick has a friend there.
The two girls walked a little bit more until they found the tattoo shop Mandy was referring to. They went in and saw the guy Mandy was talking about
- Fred! – She called him. He was sitting on a table working on some drawings.
- Amanda! – The guy said Mandy’s full name back. He was short, with short black hair and green emerald eyes in glasses with thick black frame, he was wearing a shirt with a black and white grip print and black pants. His body was full of tattoos, obviously.
- Nobody calls me that way so don’t start – Mandy said – Fred did some of my ink work and some of Nick’s too. This is my friend Anastasia – Mandy introduced her to the guy, she smiled and they shook hands – We want tattoos, like right now.
- Well, I don’t work on anybody without an appointment but for your luck I’m very free today, what do you want? – The girls looked at each other.
- Good question – Anastasia said.
- I don’t know. Not our names, that would be too cliché – Mandy said and Anastasia noticed she was still wearing her sunglasses.
- I know! Hearts! A heart! In the left ring finger! It has the love vein which is connected to the heart – Anastasia said excited.
- That’s why she is my friend; she’s the smart one – Mandy said to Fred.
- Let me guess, you – he pointed to Anastasia – want it in blue and you – He pointed to Mandy – want it in pink – Fred said making reference to their outfits.
- No – Mandy said – I will have the blue one and she will have the pink one – Anastasia smiled.
- Let me warn you that fingers are a little bit painful but it will be alright because it’s just a small heart.
- God! I’m so excited! – Mandy said hugging Anastasia – I’ll go first!
Mandy took her turn and then it was time for Anastasia to sit. Fred was right, it hurt as hell but in a couple of minutes the pain was over and the tiny pink heart looked really cute in contrast with her pale skin, it almost looked like a birth mark, she was pleased and happy to see Mandy so joyful. They girls thanked Fred and hit the boardwalk one more time. Mandy took more snaps than Anastasia could count and posted a handful on Instagram, declaring that Friday with the hashtag #ThePinkAndBlueDay.
Anastasia heard her stomach roar and decided it was time for food, they walked to a very nice place on Rose Avenue, it was a colourful café with a wall full of neon color graphic art and mini cars full of books. Everything was overwhelming at first, those bright tones, but once inside it fell cozy. Service was fast even though the place was crowded, within minutes Anastasia was enjoying a plate of Bucatini Carbonara and Mandy went for spaghetti with a miso sauce that was, surprisingly, pretty good. After a couple of drinks Anastasia remembered the email Eric sent her the day before.
- You know – Anastasia started to say – Yesterday while Eric was giving me a ride home he said that he knew the reason why Josh broke up with me and sent me an email of a convo they had.
- And what does it say? – Mandy wanted to know.
- I don’t know. I haven’t read it – Anastasia said.
- Do you want to know the reason after all?
- I’m a little bit curious, to be honest.
- Well I’m curious too. Why lie?
- What if it makes me feel worse?
- What if it makes you feel better?
- Do you really think knowing the real reason Josh broke up with me will make me feel better?
- I don’t know. Maybe the reason is that he got into some kind of trouble with the mafia and he was forced to date the young daughter of the mob boss to pay for his debt.
- Mandy! – Anastasia said laughing hard.
- You’ll never know! You should read it and then think about it. I will be here to support you – Anastasia grabbed her phone – No! Not here. I don’t want people see us cry.
- Do you think it will make me cry?
- You never know – Mandy said repeating herself – Let’s go to your place and read it there. With a bottle of wine just in case.
- You are quite a character – Anastasia kept laughing.
- But before that, you have been through so much pain today – Mandy said pointing at her new tattoo– And you deserve ice cream.
Before heading home the friends did a pit stop at an ice cream shop on Abbot Kinney Boulevard to grab some “Wildflower Honey Ricotta Walnut Cookies” ice cream for Anastasia and “Strawberry Honey Balsamic” for Mandy.
- Man! I didn’t even understand the name of the flavor but is so good – Mandy said while both tried each other’s choices of ice cream.
The ride back home was filled with happiness. Anastasia loved to spend days like that with Mandy and she was more than happy with her new tattoo. It’s true what people said, the first time after having some ink it creates a kind of addiction and so far her ink marks were very pretty. Now they were at her place, sitting on her couch with her Macbook on her lap opening Eric’s email. Before clicking on it, she took a large sip of wine and opened the message. There was no turning back.
It was a series of screenshots. Josh and Eric were having a conversation by text. Eric asked him about Anastasia and then the text exchange took a wild turn.
Eric: How are things going?
Josh: Well... You know.
Eric: Did you get to talk to Anastasia in New York?
Josh: I didn’t have the balls to do it. Are you going to question that too?
Eric: No man, you are my friend after all.
Josh: She is too.
Eric: I’m not here to judge anybody. You must have a reason to do what you did.
Josh: I can control Lauren. Anastasia is a girl with her shit too together. – Anastasia and Mandy shared a glance.
Eric: Don’t you want a girl with her shit together?
Josh: An doesn’t need me. I have nothing to offer her. I’m making Lauren’s dreams come true. Which dreams can I make come true for Anastasia, a girl who has it all?
Eric: The dream of having a relationship?
Josh: I don’t know. I can’t assure you anything right now ‘cuz I know as soon as she comes back to regular touring I’m gonna fall for her again. I don’t know how to explain this. I love her but I can’t be with her, not right now. All the fame and the magazines thing don’t help. It freaks me out that she is too strong; she doesn’t need me, Eric. She doesn’t need me.
Eric: A relationship isn’t about needing, it’s about loving and you two love the shit out of each other. You literally have NOTHING in common with this girl yet you share so many passions with An.
Josh: I don’t know. I’m happy, though.
Eric: You are?
Josh: I’m having fun!
Eric: I have no doubt about that.
- So Josh is a pussy – Mandy said sipping some wine.
- I don’t even understand. He left me because he can’t control me? – Anastasia said indignant – What kind of misogynist shit this is?
- I don’t think it’s that way. I believe it has more to do with his low self-esteem. He found a girl, you, who was at his level, a little higher I would say, and he freaked about because he didn’t know how to handle himself in the relationship. I do believe he loves you, though. He is just lost.
- I don’t give a fuck. He can get lost out of my life right now.
- You know that’s going to be hard; especially now that we are gonna start touring again.
- You’re right but this was an eye opener, definitely. I mean… Josh is a pussy – Both friends laughed. And after all Mandy was right, Anastasia felt immensely better now.
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I feel like angst today, yeah sorry not sorry.
c!Dream being an ex-Hybrid Hunter, he is just a human but goddamn he can scare the shit out of every hybrid just by appearing at their side without making a single sound and that is nerver wreaking to them all since they have better senses that humans and still this one guy just... jump scare them, once or twice they have joked about it
"I'm so glad you are not a Hunter I would be death other wise"
They don't know how close to Kristin they all have being only staying alive because Dream loves them all too much, wonder if the prison would mess with that sentiment
-New angst Anon (NaA asks if I come back with more)
Hi NaA! :D
That's such a cool idea!!! :DD
And a great question - would the prison change something in him?
Hey look I actually finished something!! Anyway sorry for the long wait and the overall lack of content, the words just wouldn't work with me, you know?
Hope you enjoy :D I had a lot of fun writing this one!
warnings: child death (not described, but heavily implied), child abuse (done in the past), dehumanization (of hybrids)
For the first time in his life he wasn’t sure what to do.
Dream was standing outside the prison, alone. No one in sight after the Warden let him out and told him to ‘get out’. No one came to see him. Not Sapnap and George. Not Punz. Not even Technoblade.
He should have expected that. He should have known the promises Techno made him were empty. And yet he believed him. That’s what he got for getting attached. Again.
But it would all be different from now on.
He would make sure of it.
*
A long time ago it was all different.
Sure, the Hunters weren’t usually friendly or even nice, but they were familiar. They were safe. They were assholes that only cared for themselves, but he could count on them in the heat of the Hunt.
His mentor wasn’t any different.
When he first arrived at the Camp, he was young. Barely 15, taken from his home as payment. He was scared, unsure of what his future held. He still used his real name back then. Dream would come later. For now he was just a teen with too much energy and a talent for tree climbing.
And then he met her.
She was a Huntress. One of the best ones at the Camp. She was older, wiser, stronger. She was an authority, someone to be scared of. Someone to respect.
She chose him. The underweight, too-bold-for-his-own-good, hyper kid with no experience. He saw how jealous the older recruits were. The ones who came there by their own choice. The ones that trained for years. The ones that believed the Hunters were the good guys. Those that believed the hybrids had to be killed. And yet she chose him.
She didn’t give him a name at first. Said he had to earn it. Called him ‘boy’ or ‘kid’.
He didn’t mind, really. He had other things to worry about. He had to learn how to identify hybrids. How to track them and kill them in the most efficient way possible. How to brew potions that would be able to slow them down or speed him up. How to be able to walk right by them and stay unnoticed. All while trying to stay alive.
The other apprentices hated him. They hated how quick and agile he was. Hated how he used his smaller body to his advantage and defeated them while sparring. Hated how hard he was to find during tracking lessons.
It was common for him to get back to his tent bruised and hurt. She wouldn’t spare him even a glance. Said it was good for his character. Said he would learn quicker like that. He hated her for it. But he understood. He knew she was right. And he would always find fresh bandages on his bed. Knew they were from her even if she would never admit it.
His name was awarded to him right before his graduation. He was accompanying his mentor on her Hunt, staying a bit behind her and being on the lookout for the hybrid. It was going well. She captured the phantom hybrid easily. Just a crossbow shot to the wing. The arrow dipped previously in weakness potion made the hybrid fall down and curl up as if it was in pain. It was small and weak, just like the informant said. What they didn’t mention however, was that it wasn’t alone.
The hybrid was holding something. A small bundle, that it was still holding onto tightly, despite the weakness potion. His mentor ripped the bundle away from the hands of the whimpering hybrid, moving the rugs away to see a small face. A child. A small hybrid child.
He gasped soundly. He has never seen a kid hybrid before.
“What are we going to do with it?” he asked, uncertain. Would they take it back to the Camp? Would they set it free?
His mentor looked at him. “What do we do with all hybrids, boy?” He froze.
“But…“
“But?” She was holding the bundle in her arms now, glaring at him openly. It was the same look of disappointment he got many times in the past. “It’s a hybrid. All hybrids must be dealt with.”
She was right. He knew she was right. And yet a part of him whispered that it wasn’t right. That this was just a child. Someone who couldn’t have done anything wrong yet. Someone innocent. But he couldn’t object. “Yes ma’am.”
She scoffed at him and turned back to the fallen hybrid. “Go look for any other hybrids. I doubt it was the only one.”
“Yes ma’am.” He turned to the trees just in time to see a bush move. He narrowed his eyes and crouched down, begging to move silently towards the treeline. His training prepared him for this moment. He was silent, moving fast but carefully. He took his sword out quietly, still trying to find the source of the movement he saw.
He hid in the shade of the nearest tree, looking around the forest. He couldn’t see anything but he knew it didn’t mean he was alone. He had to get higher. Perching on a tree branch after climbing it silently, he started looking around again. He made sure not to look at the same spot for too long. Stayed aware of the movement in the corners of his eyes. ‘Remember your training. Don’t let them sneak up on you.’
The forest was quiet. Too quiet. Usually he would be able to hear the birds singing and small animals running around. A snap.
He turned around quickly, catching sight of a hybrid trying to sneak past him. He smirked. Time to Hunt.
His mentor was proud of him when he brought the other hybrid back. So proud in fact, that she gave him a name. Dream.
“Be their nightmare. Be our Dream.” she said.
It was the best moment of his life. He had a name. He had respect. He was a Hunter.
He was proud. So proud that he didn’t notice that the bundle was nowhere to be seen…
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Back then everything was easier. He didn’t have to worry about morality or ‘doing the right thing’. He only had to follow the Hunt.
But then he met Bad. He met Sapnap. And suddenly life wasn’t as easy as before.
He didn’t want to kill them. They were his friends. Even if they lied about being hybrids at first. They cared about him. Helped him even when they knew he was a Hunter.
They were his family.
So he left.
He left the Camp and the Hunt behind, joining Bad and Sapnap and the rest of their family.
He started a server! Invited his family and promised them he would keep them safe.
‘When did it all go wrong?’
When did they start to believe he was the bad guy? When did they start believing he was a tyrant? Where did he go wrong?
He tried to make them happy. He did his best to hide the server from the Hunters. He left often, that was true. He was strict about his rules and allowed no rebelion.
But he did it all to keep them safe! He needed the Hunters to look away from the small server! He needed the outsiders to think the members were all human!
‘Why didn’t they listen?!’
She was right. They were all right.
Hybrids were nothing but trouble.
They lied that they loved him and left as soon as they got a better offer. They only cared about themselves.
So when he stood outside the prison on the cold night, he knew what he had to do.
No matter how much it would hurt.
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♡ HiHi. I saw your page and couldn't resist from sending a request, of course if that is okay with you. (If you don't take requests anymore you can just ignore this no worries)
I would like a Tokyo Revengers and Bungou stray dogs matchup if thats okay. I would like a male matchup.
So about me, my personality is like the weather, it rly depends on the day and the person. To some people I might seem antisocial cold and even rude but to some others I might appear friendly.
This really depends if I want to befriend the other person or not. If I do I will turn into a comedian and be rly talkative even though I will keep my distance to not make the other person uncomfortable.
I am considered to be the mom friend of the group since I do act like a mom sometimes. I worry lots, ask my friends continuesly questions about their health and whereabouts. It just makes me feel at ease knowing it.
My negative trait would be my horrible temper. I would snap at anyone at any given moment. Even though my psychic is too weak to even take part in P.E classes but even so my nervers rly do give me confidence.
I like to read and write, I would like to be a writer one day and I rly love to paint. I am in an art school for that.
Sorry if that was too long!! Thank you sm in advance!! And i gotta say that I rly enjoy your works so double thanks ♡♡♡
Hello lovely! Thank you for the compliment! I hope you like your matchups! This is also just a reminder that if this is a romantic matchup, it’s in the current Tokyo Revengers timeline!
Tokyo Revengers Matchup: I pair you with… Mitsuya Takashi!
Mitsuya doesn’t care about your mood swings. It keeps him on his toes! He’s kind of the dad friend of his group of friends and is overall really chill and level-headed.
He likes to check in with them (like you do with your friends) just to see how they’re doing and see what they’re up to. The two of you learn self-defense moves to help you with your temper! He personally takes it upon himself to teach you, and it enables you to get your anger out!
Reading hangouts/dates! He offers to read and give feedback on whatever you’re writing and likes to watch you paint! Overall, the two of you have a super close friendship!
Bungou Stray Dogs Matchup: I pair you with… Dazai Osamu!
Another man who doesn’t care about your mood swings! He sometimes likes to tease you about it but stops if you get upset. He’s super goofy when you’re sad to get you to smile, and it works every time!
You definitely help keep him in check with his antics. Something Kunikida is eternally grateful for! Of course, Dazai doesn’t mind that you are always asking him where he is, but just be warned! If he’s doing something dangerous, he likely won’t tell you, so you don’t worry.
Your temper doesn’t phase him! He dealt with Chuuya for a few years, so your temper is nothing compared to his! He also likes reading your writing! He usually reads the same book over and over again (you know the one) so this gives him something new to read!
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Okayyy hiii lovely person content below is fluff so don't worry <3
→Talking about marriage with ayato
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Youv been living with ayato for about 2 weeks now although you too have been dating for some years now and you both are very happy together, your still getting used to Inazuma it's nothing like were your from but ayato understands and is helping you along the way
You wake up and rub your eyes, you look over and see an empty spot were ayato usaly sleeps, although your not worry he's working, you get up and stretch you see out the corner of your eye ayato left some clothes for you to wear in your size and your style ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧ʸᵃʸ he knows you so well
You decide to get dressed and cheak yourself out in the mirror you love it so much, you suddenly feel hands on your waist you jump a little startled he giggles "I'm sorry my love I didn't mean to scare you" he says nuzzling his face to your back "you smile" HE'S SO CUTE you can't take it sometimes, his smile his laugh his eyes his hair his personality crappppp you love it so much no no you love HIM so much
He looks at your outfit "I see I picked something good although you look lovely in everything darling" you blush and thank him he lifts your chin up with his thumb and his pointer finger his thumb under your chin and his pointer on top he then places his free hand on your cheek "may I kiss you my love? " he says GODDDDD HIS VOICE your like about to die youv been with this man for years but you still can't handle his charm "of course" you say and you both lean in for a kiss
He sighs, hmm? Was the kiss not good? , he looks at you sadly "I would love to spend more time with you and your lips this morning but I have more work to do please forgive me love" he least go of you "it's okay ayato get back to your work" you smile at him although your sad you can't spent time together "okay I will my love but I came here to ask you something" you look at him and lean your head to the side a little he clears his throat and he looks a little nervous "would you like to accompany me on a walk tonight" your confused why dose he looks so worried about a walk interesting.....you don't ask questions though you expect his offer and he leaves
TIME SKIP!! ♡
It's around 10 pm time for the walk!!
You hold on to ayatos are as he takes you to a lovely spot to spend time at your amazed by the sites you see Inuzuma is so beautiful and gourgess you can't helped but be wowed although ayato dosnt look as amazed as you do mabye it's because he's used to this or mabye it's because he has something on his mind..........."ayato this is the most gourgess place iv ever seen thank you for taking me hear" you smile wide at him trying to eas his nervers dosnt help oof
Ayato looks at you attempting to make eye contact but he fails, youv known him for so long yet you've never seen him this nervous you decide to break the ice, you stop walking "hey ayato, you okay? " he looks terrified now I guess he didn't know you could tell he was nervous he looks down "i-i umm I would like to talk about something with you" OH DEAR BARBATOS IS HE ABOUT TO BREAK UP WITH YOU, you start crying "wait wait don't cry my love" he hugs you tightly
"Are you about to break up with me? " your voice is all shaky "of course not ayato says kinda the opposite actually" your confused now, he least you go, "I'm not sure how to say this but I was thinking, what if we got married, I wanted to propose a long time ago and then a year ago I suggested moving in and that's when I was going to propose but i was scared and I still am what if you don't want to get married" you look at ayato trying to hold in your smile "you don't know how much I would love to marry you" you see him smile and get all excited "really?" He says he looks like so much stress is off him
The both of you end the night with kisses and cuddles
Tysm for reading <3
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