#Mars yells into the void

[colonelpancakes]

Does anyone know what the voices in the background of the final verse of "No Longer You" are saying? Or are they not saying anything? I don't know, it sounds like words but I can't make them out.

#Epic the musical #epic underworld saga #epic the underworld saga #The Underworld Saga #My posts #Mars yells into the void

[obsessivevoidkitten]

To Reject a Vampire

Male Vampire Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Non-con, vampire, biting, blood drinking, depressed reader, mind control, smut, blowjob, forced imprisonment, dead dove: do not eat, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 3.4k  (Vampire comm that took me way too long.) 

You were walking back home late one night with your friend, Jaime. You had known each other since childhood and remained inseparable. In fact, the two of you even lived right next door to one another. He had left for college for some years, but had returned as soon as he had become a registered nurse. The two of you often hung out when you were both off work and that sometimes led to walking to the gas station a couple blocks down the road to grab some snacks. You were both laughing from recounting a particularly funny memory you both shared when the sounds of laughter and chatter between the two of you suddenly died down into silence before he spoke. "Hey… there's something I wanted to ask you…" Oh no. Not again… "Have you maybe reconsidered us dating? I know you said no before but-" This was an ongoing problem with Jaime, the only thing really marring an otherwise near perfect friendship. He kept persistently asking you out. This had been going on for years now and your frustration finally got the better of you, making you snap. "NO!" You yelled interrupting him, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO!!! It isn't happening! I am totally and completely uninterested in having any type of non-platonic relationship with ANYONE! Stop. Asking. It is NEVER going to happen. Not in this world or the next. Not in any way, shape, form, nor fashion! Get. It. Through. Your. Thick. Skull." You were panting after your outburst. A few seconds passed and you realized how harsh you had been as his face went from stunned silence to utter broken despair. You could practically hear his heart shatter. He often got a bit dejected when you had rejected him in the past, but this time you were much more harsh. With a sniff he started sobbing and running off towards home, leaving you to walk home alone in the quiet night. Sighing you slowly trudged home, sure that Jaime just needed to sulk for a few days before your friendship resumed with the both of you pretending like this awkward episode never happened. And, more than likely, that is just exactly what would have happened. Had a chance encounter on his way home not irreversibly changed Jaime forever. And not for the better. As Jaime was running home his tear filled eyes blinded him to the danger that was stalking him from the shadows. A sneaky predator who loved the taste tormenting his prey imparted, and how much sweeter when his meal was already flavored with the sweet marinade of sorrow and heartbreak? Suddenly Jaime was tackled into a dark alley that he was passing, the vampire easily dragging him back into the void where no eyes could pierce, firmly clasping his hand over Jaime's mouth to keep him quiet. The unknown assailant put his nose into the crook of Jaime's neck and inhaled deeply, savoring the mouthwatering scents of all the negative emotions Jaime had been experiencing that night. The current one being abject terror as the figure behind him didn't even acknowledge his vain attempts at struggling. "I'd tell you not to struggle, but it is really much more fun when you do," mused a deep man's voice. Jaime, whose first thought was that he was getting mugged, now thought that he was going to be raped as his attacker licked and kissed his neck in the same manner one's lover would. And he flailed all the more vigorously. Unperturbed, the man now violated Jaime in an altogether different and unexpected manner. Sinking long fangs easily into the soft flesh of his neck before sucking him nearly dry. It was amazing how thoroughly a vampire could drain a victim. Jaime died, but his murderer was not quite done with him. He loved sowing discord and chaos in any way that he could manage it, and having seen the spectacle early of you rejecting his victim he knew there was ruination and mayhem to be had by creating a fresh, unguided, love-sick vampire. So he bit open his wrist a bit and let the blood flow into the parted lips of our dear departed Jaime. Within an hour he would no longer be so dear nor so departed. And the unknown vampire stepped into the shadows and was never seen there again, happy with his meal and the knowledge that he had certainly derailed more than one life that night. When Jaime woke up hours later, just as the sun was rising, he had a major migraine, a sharp pain in his neck, was chilled to the bone, and felt like he was starving. His memory was spotty, he thought maybe he had been mugged, but he still had his phone and wallet on him. Maybe just assaulted by some crazy person. Whatever had happened he was alive and okay, so he shakily got to his feet, dusted himself off, and made his way home. By the time he had reanimated you had been in bed for hours. Though you hadn't really slept well. You felt so guilty for exploding on him like that. Sure, he kept asking you out, but it wasn't too often and you could have gone about rejecting him just a bit more gently. He had been really hurt, what if he didn't blow it off and resume your friendship like he usually did? After a few days had passed with no contact from him you began to get a bit more anxious, though it was still technically within the normal timeframe of when he usually started talking to you again after you turned down his advances. Still, given the way you had lashed out at him you figured that you should maybe be the one to check up on him instead. Jaime had a reason for not talking to you, what with his transition into a blood feeding immortal taking up most of his time. At first he had no idea at all what was happening to him. He felt cold and feverish and was beyond fatigued. He called off work from the first day, thinking he had a minor flu of some sort. All his senses were disorienting him. His body was adjusting to more sensitive vision, sense of smell, and even touch. The second day he felt better, but had an insatiable hunger, no matter what he ate nothing seemed to satisfy him. He ate a huge breakfast before work and at lunch he ate a lot as well. Some of his coworkers at the hospital even joked about how he was inhaling food that day. Jaime had no clue why he felt like he was starving no matter how much he ate. As someone in the medical field any number of possible causes went through his mind. Nothing really fit. A more concerning symptom was that whenever he was around a wounded patient, whenever he had to do a blood transfusion, or even just whenever he got the faintest whiff of blood his hunger flared up. His senses flared in sensitivity. He could almost have sworn he could hear the heartbeats of those near him. He realized he was craving the blood. It scared him, the thought made him nauseous. Admirably he managed to push away his quite literal blood lust for a couple days, but eventually he could fight his need for blood no longer. It was late at night at the end of his shift and he was beyond certain the coast was clear so he snuck into the storage room where the blood packs are kept and sunk his teeth into one, unknowingly growing fangs as he pierced it and sucked it dry. If the obvious signs hadn't been enough to clue him in on what he now was then innate instinctual knowledge that filled him with his first ingestion of vital human essence did. He was a vampire. A million thoughts raced through his mind, but his first priority was sating his hunger. He quickly grabbed some bags of blood and stuffed them into his coat for later before leaving for home. He was oddly excited, eager to test out what new abilities he had. A day later, when both of you were off work, you finally got a text from him asking to hang out with no mention of what had occurred between the two of you the other night. You breathed a sigh of relief, now things could go back to normal. The two of you had arranged for you to come by his house in a couple hours so the two of you could hang out, order pizza, and play video games. Just like the good old days. Things went entirely normal with no odd deviation or indication that Jaime was now a creature of the night. And it set the pace for your friendship to resume as if nothing had ever happened. Or so you thought, in the weeks since the two of you first started hanging out again Jaime had steadily been experimenting and training with his new found abilities. He had learned that he had an absurd tolerance to pain, extremely quick reflexes, and unholy strength. But, most importantly, he learned that he could compel anyone to do his bidding. He had plans to use this technique on you, but it wasn't quite perfected yet. Though every time he used it he got more and more effective. All he needed was practice and time. So while you went about life and continued your longest running friendship in blissful ignorance of what was to come he was readying himself for the day he could make you love him. When that day arrived it started like any other, you two hanging out at his place on a day when you were both off. But it definitely didn't stay that way. Jaime was at the point with his skill where he no longer even needed to issue commands verbally, he just needed good eye contact to assert his will over another being. "Hey is something wrong? Why are you staring at me so intensel-" You instantly went still and quiet. It was like you were trapped in your own body unable to do anything. When Jaime asked you if you would go out with him you wanted to say no but your lips were not your own and you said yes in a monotone voice. Jaime wore a shit-eating grin as he scooted closer to you and kissed you deeply. You were repulsed and afraid, why weren't you pushing him away, why weren't you slapping him, why were you returning the kiss? You wanted to scream and run away but you could do nothing to control your own body. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and made out with him. Jaime was thrilled, he bit your neck carefully and fed from you as you clung to him. You felt a sharp pain in your neck but could do nothing against it as he tasted your blood. For you it was hell, like a much worse and very real version of sleep paralysis. For Jaime it was heaven, he had never felt closer to you than in that moment. His beloved was finally in his arms and could do nothing to leave them. But he most certainly was not satisfied with that alone for long. Jaime carried you bridal style up to his bed. He very carefully undressed you, as if you were the most delicate doll to ever exist, and stood for a moment admiring every inch of your exposed body. You wanted to shout for help. To cover up. To run. To fight. ANYTHING but lay there under his unwavering gaze. But no matter how hard you tried to fight it you simply couldn't, you were a hostage in your mind, able to see and feel everything but do nothing. The first thing he did, after disrobing, was to attend to your sex. He touched your crouch carefully, as if afraid to hurt you. Like you might shatter at the slightest rough touch. He ran his eager hands, shaking with excitement, over every inch of you. He stroked your cheek tenderly and played with your hair, felt over your chest and thighs and hips. When he had thoroughly explored you and there were no more areas for his hands to discover he decided he needed to go deeper. The vampire took two lubed fingers and slowly worked them into you, gently prying your entrance open and stretching you to be ready for him. He savored every sensation and fold inside you, hard as a rock as he imagined his cock where his fingers were. You couldn't even cry as he violated you, you were denied even that emotional release. And this remained the case even as he slathered his cock with lube and aligned it with your entrance and made his way inside you with his slightly above average dick. Jaime was torturously slow as he "made love" with his dear partner. You just wanted this nightmare to be over, you wanted to believe that at any moment you would wake up sweating in bed like you would from any bad dream. You had to stare wide-eyed, made to take it all in, as he looked at you lovingly. He kissed you deeply, and once more you were made to comply, parting your lips so that he could move his tongue inside. Jaime happily rubbed his tongue against yours as he worked towards filling you with his hot seed. As he approached his climax he gripped your hip painfully and picked up the pace, really drilling you as deeply and as forcefully as he could, his balls slapping into you with each painful thrust. Right before he came he slowed down as much as possibly, wanting to draw out the sensation for as long as he could. Slowwwwwwly pulling out before sliding just as slowly back in, repeating this a few times before thrusting forward and emptying his balls into you as he bit the side of your neck that he left untouched earlier. You came too just as he did, your body now betraying you even further than it had already and in the most humiliating way. He drank a bit before sliding his dick out of you and kissing your cheek. "That was amazing babe! I love you so much!" And as a puppet pulled by its strings you replied, once more in monotone, "I love you too." And the illusion was shattered. It wasn't real. He may have had you, he may have even had your vocal chords, but he didn't have your emotions. And he soon learned that no matter what he tried, even though he could get you to do almost any action, he couldn't force you to love him. Jaime tried for weeks to force love for him into you, keeping you locked away in his house whenever he left for work. You tried to leave, of course, but simple orders lingered in you even when he was no longer present. You couldn't leave or get help in any way. All of your existence now amounted to was enduring his increasing frustration with being unable to make you love him interspersed with periods of anxiety while waiting for him to get home from work and torture you all over again. You were no longer aware of exactly how long you had been trapped, the days all kind of blended together. Most days he had work at the hospital and those days were all largely the same with little to no variation. Jaime would get up and make you breakfast in bed, insisting that he was trying to spoil you. You, in a mix of depression and defiance would not take a single bite and just stare at the plate that he brought to you on a tray with your favorite morning drink. Inevitably he would get frustrated, snap at you, force you to eat against your will, and slam the door as he went off to work. Then you were left alone, it was probably the only almost decent part of your day, but everything just seemed so hopeless. Inevitably the blood sucking parasite would be back and you couldn’t leave no matter how hard you tried to. At each attempt it was like someone seized your body and squeezed you into immobility until you submitted. When your “lover” got home he would fawn over you, often giving you a little gift. A small gesture you supposed was meant to somehow make you forget everything and fall helplessly in love with him. A small sweet treat, a flower, a tiny teddy bear. Anytime he tried this tactic you always ignored it or threw it across the room. Either way the result was the same. Jaime would snap, he would not even bother forcing you mentally as he grabbed your weak arms and bit painfully into your neck. “No please! I’m s-sorry!” You would cry, always regretting your action but never being able to stop yourself from denying his gifts when he offered them. And for the next part he would use his ability of compulsion to make you stop fighting. In his fury he wanted to hurt you a bit, but not TOO badly, and he enjoyed, for a moment, the fantasy that you were a willing participant. Most of the time he would then have you remove your clothing before sliding himself inside you, biting and kissing and sucking your neck as he did so, whispering how you were all his and about how much he loved you softly into your ear. Sometimes he would instead utilize your soft lips, jamming his hard cock down your throat, making you service him. The heat of your wet mouth combined with the sight of you looking up at him with his cock in your mouth was almost enough to make him blow his load immediately. You were just so beautiful. No matter the method that he chose it always ended the same. After his finished unloading into you his mind would clear and then be filled with rage as you were unable to reciprocate his love and enjoyment of the forced intimacy between the two of you. Jaime would angrily shove you aside, leaving you to clean yourself up, while he slammed the door to the bedroom and went to go make dinner. When it was ready of course he always found you laying where he left you, sobbing. Then he would, roughly, force you to your feet and drag you into the bathroom where he would run you a bath. This is where he would feel really guilty and suddenly turn soft. Every time. Gently shampooing your hair and cleaning your body, tenderly attending to the bites on your neck, happily babbling about how much he loves you and he knows you’ll love him eventually, you just need more time to adjust was all. Jaime would then clothe you himself and carry you down to dinner. You wouldn’t eat willingly, too catatonic by this point in the evening to do much of anything, but that was okay. Jaime was still in his sweet phase, all the anger having left earlier. He would feed you himself but compel you to swallow with his vampiric power, he always made your favorites. He had diligently learned to cook them perfectly for you over the years even though he otherwise did not enjoy cooking. After dinner he would always make an effort to spend some time with you, not getting angry when you were still, and when it was time for bed he would carry you up in his strong arms and lay you down as if you were made of the thinnest glass, a complete 180 to how he treated you when he first got off work. He would snuggle up to you from behind and hold you close, ending each night by telling you how much he loved you and saying he knew deep down you loved him back and one day you would be so happy with him. You hoped he was right, you hoped you could just be happy waking up in his arms, because if not this cycle of abuse juxtaposed to tenderness would never end.

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[myun-saidthoughts]

Why She Fell In Love: 4th/8th/12th Synastry Edition:

Because he looked into her eyes and she felt the ease she's always wished for. Because she feels an absence where love should be. Because she feels that her soul knows him. Because she is searching for the answers of what it means to feel peace. Because she never felt loved in the place she has to call "home."

Because when she's with him, she doesn't feel that dire wish for someone to be called hers. Because his whispers to her feel like a song. Because every time she closes her eyes, all she see's is him. Because he is the key that allows her to feel the depth of love she craves for. Because when she looks at him her irises dilate. Because her fingers feel safe between his.

Because she doesn't love herself. Because when she's with him she can love herself. Because she relies on others for the love she is too afraid to self-develop. Because those cigarettes burns touched a little too close to her heart one too many times. Because his smile directly stares into a void she doesn't know she has. Because with him she finally feels acceptance. Because she allows herself to feel comfort when he is around.

Because she can't help it. Because he fulfills the void of where love once was. Because with him, she feels peace. Because her eyes tells him a story that he can only read. Because his arm around hers feels like a comfort blanket. Because his presence reminds her of the worth she once felt as a child.

Because her childhood home walls reeked of fear. Because her father's yells still echoes in the hallways. Because her mother cries flooded into her main airway. Because her father left one day before she came home for school. Because her mother became an empty vessel. Because no one showed her it's possible to feel peace without another.

Because she feels like she has no one else. Because without him, the cries for love that she tries to ignore sits inside her bones. Because his green eyes told her "I won't let you go." Because she for once, gets to call someone her home.

P.S

This interpretation is more for those who struggle with a harsh upbringing/past either from parents or partnerships. If you struggle with a disorganized attachment style or have harsh placements such as:

Scorpio/Cancer/Pisces/8H/12H Sun, Moon, Venus, or rising + heavy earth placements/planets that fall in your earth houses

Virgo/Capricorn Sun, Moon, or rising with heavy water placements/planets that fall in your water houses

7H stellium in a water or earth sign with 2+ more of these listed placements/aspects (there likely need to be contradictions in your natal chart that go against your 7H stellium)

If your Sun, Moon or Venus make oppositions/squares/conjunctions with Pluto/Neptune/Uranus (sometimes Mars if you also have 2+ of these listed placements/aspects)

Your IC (4H) is in: Aries, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius with Saturn/Pluto/Neptune/Uranus/Lilith/Chiron

8H/12H stellium/placements with asteroids falling in there such as Lilith or Chiron (especially if those placements make oppositions, squares or conjunctions to your Sun, Moon, rising, Venus or Mars)

Any natal placements that are in Fall/Detriment (such as planets falling in weak houses e.g., 10H Moon/4H Saturn etc or your natal placements are poorly placed e.g., Scorpio Moon/Libra Sun/Virgo Venus) that make aspects to your personal planets Sun/Moon/rising/Venus/Mars

North Node in the 8TH house (with 2+ polarized aspects listed above)

Then this post might resonate with you. Generally if you have any contradictions in your chart where there is a polarization with wanting love but also fearing it; then this would be for you.

If you do not struggle with a broken attachment style this may not resonate. 💫💫

If this resonates with you I have an eBook that perfectly depicts and explains if you are in a karmic relationship. It's about 8th/12th/Pluto/Neptune/Saturn/Vertex/Nodal synastry. I give insights, exact transits, exact synastry overlays, natal chart interpretations and more advice on what to do in these situations. More information is pinned on my page.

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[vampzity]

a distant memory | ateez

"i know you’re somewhere out there, somewhere far away." — talking to the moon, bruno mars

—✫ pairing: ateez x gn! reader

—✫ genre: angst, fluff??, ateez, one shot, ot8

—✫ synopsis: it’s been a year since the gang went their separate ways, however you can’t help but reminisce all the good times you shared. you constantly hope that one day, it’ll go back to normal again.

—✫ wc: 1.6k

[warnings]: mentions of scars, mentions of violence???, arguing, blood, accusations, yelling, cursing, name calling

—✫ a/n: i’m sorry in advance.. i seen these photos from the special and just felt a whole wave of nostalgia wash over me 🧎‍♀️

“.. and then we can all look through the photos again!”

You sighed heavily, going through the loads of videos and pictutes taken by the cam recorder. Every happy memory playing like a small scene from a movie in your head. No matter what you did, no matter how many times you watched these same videos, it never seemed to fill the empty void they once occupied in your heart.

It’s been a year since the incident, a hell of a year at that, and yet you still can’t seem to figure out where it all went wrong. Why such a tragic moment, broke the bond between you all.

“Y/n-ah! You walk so slow, let’s go!”

You smiled softly hearing Wooyoung teasing you. Even if it bugged you, you hated to admit that you missed someone bothering you every five minutes.

Seonghwa soon came into view, holding his own cam recorder toward yours. His soft laugh echoed through your ears as he made fun of you for recording him, even though he was doing it too. Jongho soon shoved Seonghwa out of the way, bringing his face up close to the camera as he sang to it jokingly.

“Does Jongho ever stop singing?!” Mingi teased.

It’s as if they’ve never left your heart. You looked onto your phone, seeing the groupchat still pinned on your messages. It was now a ghost town if a groupchat could even have one, and each member quietly made their way out of it. You however, chose to stay. So many memories, core memories, resided in that chat. From happy birthdays, to silly pictures that were sent amongst you all, to even the smallest moments of reassurance between members. You couldn’t just let all of that go, and you couldn’t let it go back then either.

However it pained you to see how easily the rest of them let it be. Were they even feeling the way that you were? How could they just up and leave after years of memories that were engraved into your heads.

The moonlight shone through your window. It was fuller today, just as it was that same time ago. You looked up at the moon, a few tears escaping your eyes.

Were they too, looking up at the same moon?

You felt crazy for thinking that any one of the boys missed not just you, but all of them as much as you did. You knew that somewhere out there, the boys were going on with their lives normally, having to carry the weight of that night with them just as you did.

Where did it all go wrong? Was it your fault? If you hadn’t stood against San like that, would you all have worked it out in the end? However, it wasn’t your fault. All you wanted was to stop the arguing, only for it to resort to violence.

You played with the cam recorder, holding it to your face as you sobbed. As much as you wanted to forget about that day, you knew you never could be able to. So many things reminded you of them, which then reminded you of that day. Scars you obtained from your fight with San still remained, even after they healed. Not even your body could forget.

“y/n-ah!”

You lifted your head, seeing the video turn to San as he waved to you. A smile stretched across his face as he grabbed the camera from you, turning it to face the both of you. You pouted at him as he kept it at a high angle, unable to take it from his hands.

“Sannie, give me that back!”

You jumped up to reach it, as all the other members sat around laughing with San. You stopped jumping and punched his arm softly, the boys chuckling around you.

“Ah, you guys suck!”

You sighed heavily, laying down on your bed as you closed your eyes. It’s as if every time you closed your eyes, that very night replayed in your head. No matter what you did to avoid thinking of it, you couldn’t get it to stop. No amount of therapy was helping for that.

“San stop!!”

Seonghwa pulled San away as you all stood there in shock. Mingi laid on the floor, hands still protecting his face. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, only because it’s never gotten to a point like this. There was never a thought that crossed your mind over the boys arguing so bad, that they’d get physical.

Yunho helped Mingi up, his face bruised and nose dripping blood from the attack. Tears escaped Yunho’s eyes as he realized how bad the situation was getting. However it wasn’t just him, you were all unsure of how to help.

It’s been ongoing for weeks, where random members would break out into arguments and it would sometimes get physical. The more arguments that ensued, the more distant everyone became.

“This is getting out of hand! What happened to all of you?!”

You looked at all the members in horror, tears streaming down your face as they looked away from you. Hongjoong walked up to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he tried to offer you some comfort.

“All you ever do is fight with one another, and when things get too far, you guys just resort to violence!”

Wooyoung stood up, an annoyed look on his face as he looked toward the members. Bandages covered his hands and cheeks, reminding you of the fight between him and Jongho just last week.

“She’s right. We all can’t keep going on like this.”

San scoffed, crossing his arms in disbelief as he stood on the opposite side of the room. He rolled his eyes, soon walking up to you and Hongjoong.

“So what? You never seen a group fall apart before?”

His voice rushed through you like cold water, giving you chills as you felt mini to him. No matter how afraid you were getting of the boys and their acts of violence, you refused to let it overtake you. Let alone, be obvious that you were growing afraid of them.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, your eyes straying from him.

He crossed his arms, leaning his face down to you. You felt his breath hit your cheek, making the hairs on your skin stand up.

“Suck it up. You weren’t even apart of our group in the first place.”

The room went quiet. Whenever arguments broke out, you were always the one maintaining peace between the members. Who would’ve known that was only a matter of time before you too have had enough.

“Are you just going to keep being hardheaded?!” you yelled out, pushing him harshly.

“Don’t push me, y/n.” San snarled, his voice low and raspy.

Wooyoung looked over at San, eyebrows furrowed as he wondered what was going to happen. None of the members expected this, especially not from you. When it came to you, everyone had their guard up as they weren’t going to let you be the one who got hurt from them.

“How many times do I need to get this into your head?!” You continued to pushed at San, punching his chest as you cried out.

“All of you! You’re all idiots! Can’t we just stop fighting?!”

San took every hit you gave him, growing increasingly aggravated with you. Tears steamed down your face as you continued to punch at him, wishing for the boys who once promised to never let arguing get as bad as it was now.

“God, quit it!” San pushed you harshly, making you stumble to the ground and hit your head.

He got ontop of you, holding your arms over your head as you struggled out of his grasp. His nails dug into your skin as he glared at you with a rabid look. Hongjoong grabbed onto his back, desperately trying to pull him off of you as he yelled into your face. Wooyoung grabbed onto his arm, using all his weight to pull.

“You’re the reason our group went to shit, you know that?! If you haven’t came in here being all pissy and flirting with all the members— slap!“

With the help of Jongho, he pulled your hand out of San’s grip, allowing you to slap him across the face. Everyone around you froze for a second, seeing your face red from anger and embarrassment after San’s words. San rubbed his cheek, eyes narrowed at you. He grabbed onto your hair, pulling you toward him.

“San! Let them go!! Stop!!”

Yunho rushed over to you, pushing San off of you as the other members pulled him off. It was a bit scary how much stronger San could be when he was angry. Wooyoung and Jongho pulled San off of you as he tried hard to fight back. Yunho held you in his arms, sitting in shock at how San just reacted to you.

“You fucking tramp! This is all your fault!”

Everyone froze, unsure of what to say, as did you. San has lost his mind, everyone did in their own way, though it seemed the group was far from saving at this point. There wasn’t much any of you could do.

You watched as San grabbed his things, making his way out of your home and slamming the door behind him. Silence filled the room, as you all remained speechless. Yunho continued to hold you as small tears ran down your face. What did this mean for you guys now? Was the really just the end of the people you called home?

The people your cherished and loved dearly, were no longer with you, instead living on their own terms. A year later, and you still remained without your home.

a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR THIS PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. listening to Empty Box while writing the ending of this made it even worse 💔 i love that song so much.

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[mysoullanguage]

#0002 mars notes n.01

(+ personal observations)

pisces mars see the human body idealistically. they have a love for body building, body aesthetics, fitness, etc. they love when a body is sculpted, has certain curves, dentures, crevasses. they glorify the body and typically go into fitness or exercise to tone the body and make it look “perfectly perfect”, or something godlike. they pay extra attention to details on the body than anyone else

libra mars, especially for women, typically attract a lot of feminine, gay, or androgynous men, if they themselves are not this

also, venus/mars aspects can often question their sexuality as they feel both feminine and masculine, and may thus feel as though they like both men and woman instead of just one

mercury/mars aspects breed a very explosive personality, even if their nature is very soft. these people will take things personally always, will cry easily, will have abrupt temper tantrums. they will yell out of habit, especially when in an argument. a placement that is so seemingly ruthless can become confusing and very passive aggressive if not tempered. the quietest person can have violent habits and become angered very easily with this combo. if sag/virgo are in either planet, the sign will become obnoxious, highly critical, and will always try scathe the other when they feel threatened

water mars have a breeding/mommy kink. scorpio mars, in particular, want to have as many children as possible

aquarius mars have a sex drive so low they may feel as though they are completely void of sexual feelings. I noticed in order for them to have sexual feelings with someone, they need to have an incredibly strong mental and intellectual connection for them to begin feeling anything. they also have many mental blocks that prevent them from enjoying sex or sexual feelings in general

sagittarius is a very picky sign, but is most picky when a woman’s mars is in sagittarius

#astrology #astro observations #astro notes

[winepresswrath]

Songs I like from TTPT, having had a break.

Fortnight. I felt absolutely nothing for this the first time I heard it but it's a slow burn. I cannot recommend listening to it the four or five times it took to really hit for me, but I love you and it's ruining my life did get stuck in my head on a loop.

The Bolter. I think this one suffers from overwriting but honestly I am a sucker for a good story about emotionally unavailable women making predictable choices

Florida!!! I had fun with this one but it doesn't really stick with me. I do enjoy yelling floRIDAAA though.

So Long, London. imo this is just a solid breakup song. I feel for the singer, who is conveying the specifics of her grief in terms relatable enough for me to project onto it. It does suck when someone who used to make your day by walking into the room is increasingly emotionally unavailable in lieu of pulling the trigger themselves and you have to do it for them.

I Can do it with a Broken Heart. A bop! I think this one will stand the test of time and stick around in the same lowkey way Bruno Mars' lazy song did because it's good to have a song for spackling manic cheerfulness over the void in much the same way it is good to have a song for being a wastrel.

Anyway all this to say I think Taylor Swift should do a Henry the Eighth themed music video where she casts herself as Henry and actors who are obviously meant to represent her exes as his assorted wives and mistresses and just go to town on depictions of herself feasting and jousting and fighting with the Pope.

#press says tswift #i think this concludes my ttpd blogging #i'm going to wind up listening to the first half again when the record arrives but i feel cleansed and also like even my most #beloved swiftie is a little done with it #actually i like i can do it with a broken heart significantly more than i like the lazy song. but some days you really don't feel like doin #anything. he was right about that. i'm big enough to admit it #shoutout to saint mela's the bends which is what i'm listening to now and has me going baby girl ;___________; #i'm just a grown woman wallowing in what this has done to my spotify algorithm #ok i lied. all of these songs are also about wwx. usually also jiang cheng

[pessimisticgh0st]

Do you have any song recommendations? I am running out of music to listen to and I trust your judgement.

You have no idea how much this means to me haha and yeah I do, but I don't really know what you're looking for, so here's some sort of a variety:

(Disclaimer: the descriptions of the songs are just my opinions and I'm not trying to force them upon anyone, or anything like that).

THE LONELIEST by Måneskin - Great whilst wallowing in feelings of loneliness and self-pity but it's like you're screaming into the void about it. (Genres according to google: pop rock, alternative rock, glam rock)

There She Goes by The La's - Autumn/fall vibes and just reminds me of the colour orange for some inexplicable reason. (Genres according to google: indie pop, brit pop, alternative rock)

Not really a song, but Duster is a great band for just staring into the abyss at 3am and disassociating. (Genres according to google: slowcore, indie rock, lo-fi, space rock revival)

Again not really a song, but Radiohead's OK Computer album is just amazing and definitely worth listening too if you haven't already, and to be honest Radiohead is just a great band in general. (Genres according to google: alternative, rock, indie)

Summer Child by Conan Gray - To me it is the equivalent of someone finally paying attention to you because they genuinely care, and then they give you a hug and comfort you whilst you just cry into their arms. (Genres according to google: indie, bedroom pop, acoustic pop)

No Sound But The Wind by Editors (specifically the 2019 deluxe album one) - Feels like if the depths of complete and utter melancholy was a song. (Genres according to google: post-punk revival - not completely accurate because it was originally for a different version of the song)

Fade into you by Mazzy Star - Feels like you're slow dancing in the rain whilst the world slips away slowly. (Genres according to google: slowcore, dream pop)

July by Sir Chloe - Eeminds me of a monologue that someone is just yelling into the empty sky and is just a freeing song for me I guess (Genre according to google: indie pop)

Where is my mind by Pixies - I don't know how to describe it but it's such a good song and reminds me of a pandemonium in slow motion. (Genres according to google: rock, permanent wave, alternative rock)

Rock 'n' Roll Suicide by David Bowie and any song from him really, especially the songs from The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders from Mars album - great to just lose yourself to and forget about the world. (Genres according to google: rock, permanent wave, glam rock, classic rock)

Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division - "Let's dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony" (lyric from Let's dance to Joy Division by the Wombats) just sums it up to be honest. (Genres according to google: rock, punk, post-punk, new wave, gothic rock, alternative rock)

Not a song, but Mother Mother are really good to listen to but sort of indescribable, sorry. (Genres according to google: indie rock, alternative rock)

@far-beyond-saving I hope this was helpful haha and sorry if it was too much or not what you were looking for. Please let me know if you want any more. Also do you have any recommendations? I am also in need of new music to listen to, and I also trust your judgement. :)

#answered #asks #song recs #far-beyond-saving #gh0st.recs

[holystressresponsebatman]

Okay guys, so I've decided that instead of updating a fanfiction I've essentially left abandoned for the past six years, I'll start obsessing over a new one! My idea is that through a stroke of luck--or bad luck, however you want to see it--the 2003 turtles get sucked into a Kraang portal and end up in the middle of the s2 invasion of the 2012 turtles' universe! I won't go that much into detail here, since I don't really have my notes organized yet, but I wrote what I think I want to be the "turning point" scene between '03 Leonardo and '12 Leo. I've posted it here just because I wanted to share it if anybody feels like reading it!

And if you're interested in reading my abandoned fics, you can check me out on fanfiction dot net under the handle Simply Bookworm. I'm also on ao3 as Little_Wing_1604, but I don't currently have my fics posted under that account.

Anyway, here's what I wrote! 1524 words. I did not proofread this!

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Leonardo made a move to sit next to his younger, inter-dimensional counterpart on the front steps of the farmhouse. Judging by the way the young turtle tensed, he wasn’t too thrilled with Leonardo’s action. However, the grimace that marred his features when he made to move away—however briefly—told the older turtle exactly why he was staying put.

“I understand what you’re going through,” he started in, settling down on the creaky steps. “As much as that just sounds like a cliche, I really do get it.”

Leo barely spared his older self a glance.

Sighing, Leonardo began to explain. “Not too long ago, I was in your shoes…or, well, shell.” His eyes grew distant, the trees in front of him blurring and fading away. 

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His footsteps pounded on the wet rooftops, splashing mud and pebbles into the numerous cuts that littered his legs. His knees threatens to give out with every step, but he pushed forward, forward, forward. 

“Stupid, Leo, stupid,” he panted, jumping onto another rooftop, stumbling as his heels barely caught the edge. “Never should’ve left the apartment.” Running, he had to keep running…

Or not, as his plans were interrupted by the arrival of Shredder’s elite guard. Silently, they surrounded him on the rooftop, swift as the wind. Leo stopped at took up a defensive stance in the middle of the ring they had made. 

Laughing echoed over the cityscape, drowning out the staccato beat of the rain. 

“Finish him,” the voice commanded.

The elite guard obeyed, brandishing their weapons at the exhausted turtle. Leonardo tried to fight back, succeeding only enough to keep his life—barely. After a time of so much abuse, his body gave out in an effort to protect  his mind. 

Leo succumbed to the darkness, waking briefly to a hard floor and the sounds of his brothers shocked cries. He heard more fighting, felt a furry paw rest on his forehead, the sound of enraged yelling and the clash of metal accompanying him back to the dark.

When he awoke next, he was freezing. More or less aware of his surroundings at this point in time, he dared to allow a groan to slip through his teeth. 

“Guys, he’s waking up!” 

“Leo, can you hear us?”

“Leo, Leo, Leo!”

He gave into the darkness once more.

Warmth, a crackling fire, a scratchy wool blanket, his Sensei’s gentle touch, and the uncomfortable feeling of soaked-through bandages were his traveling companions this time. Only, the didn’t take him back to the void as he thought they would. Rather, they encouraged him to wake up, listen to his brothers, his friends, and his father as they begged him to wake up, open his eyes, please…

This time, he listened to them. He opened his eyes, just enough to see a faint outline of three wonderful turtles bundled around him on a sofa, their eyes downcast as they told stories of their brother and what they’d give to hear him scold them once more. 

“Hey, guys,” Leo managed, voice scratchy, throat demanding moisture. 

“LEO!” The three turtles attacked him in a hug, barely managing to avoid aggravating his injuries.

“Missed you, too,” Leo got out a hoarse laugh, bringing his arms up as much as he could to hugs his brothers back. Which turned out to be a mistake, as it only allowed him to feel the multitude of injuries he had sustained on those areas. His hiss at the pain made his brothers release him in a flash, Don beginning to fret over him.

“Tell me what hurts, Leo.” Don raked his eyes over what he could see of Leo’s body, trying to guess where they could’ve hurt him. The blanket had fallen away, leaving his top half exposed to the warm air of the farmhouse.

“I’m fine, Don,” Leo insisted, pushing his worrying brother away so he could sit up more fully. “Really, I am.” The wince he made with every movement told the purple-banded turtle otherwise, but he decided not to press the issue, instead just grateful that his older brother was alive.

“You really scared us, bro,” Mikey’s voice wobbled its way around the small sentence, bumping into every turtle’s heartstrings until they all felt too emotional to say anything, lest they make a wreck of themselves.

Leo was the first to brave the heavy silence. “I’m sorry, Mikey,” he started. He was cut off by said turtle’s hug attack, which carried enough force behind it to create a Leo-shaped dent in the couch cushions. 

“Don’t start, Leo,” the normally happy-go-lucky Mikey having such a bite to his voice took everyone by surprise, eyes widening around the room. “You always do this,” he continued. “It’s always, ‘Oh, I’m Leo. I’m responsible for everything that has ever happened in the history of bad things. I’m such a terrible brother and an awful ninja!’” His voice rose with every word until he was yelling himself hoarse. “You never take care of yourself, you’re always insisting on being the sacrifice, the useless one, the one nobody will miss! Well guess what? I miss you! Don misses you! Shell, even Raph misses you! Stop trying to act like you only exist to protect us!” Mikey ended his tirade in a sob, salty tracks meeting their end at his chin, only to fall and connect with his heaving chest. 

All Leo could do was stare, wide-eyed, at his little brother. All he ever wanted was to protect them, since that’s all he was good for. What would he do it he didn’t have them? He didn’t want to find out. He knew that if he was the one to go, his family would move on. At least, that’s what he wanted to think. Believing it was true made it easier to not care whether he lived or died, as long as his brothers were safe. 

He turned away, not wanting the tears pricking his eyes to fall and give away his emotions. They fell anyway, the traitors. 

A chilly finger wiped away the wetness smearing his cheek. “Leo…” Mikey started again, hiccuping, “I can’t lose you. I can’t lose a brother.”

His tears betrayed him again, joining Mikey’s. He let out a quiet sob, wincing at the stab the motion gave to his ribs. Another cold hand fell on his shoulder, on the one green patch not covered in bandages. 

“We need you, brother.” The statement from Leo’s immediate younger brother only made him cry harder.

Somebody drew him gently into a hug, and they were joined by another, then another, until the entire family–plus April and Casey (when had they gotten there?)--was piled on top of the injured turtle, warming him from the inside and out.

Leo doesn’t remember when everybody decided they should all sleep in the living room, or whether the deciding factor was the warmth of the fireplace or the worry about the injured member of their family. He thinks he’s better off not wondering, not loving the feeling of dried tear tracks on his skin. 

Feeling the insistence of his muscles to move, dammit, Leo forces himself to sit up and swing his legs over the side of the sofa. The fabric scratches at his legs as he moves, but he welcomes it as a warm alternative to the soggy gravel feeling of a cold, wet rooftop.

To his misfortune, the rest of his body does not share the same insistence on movement that his muscles do, his skin protesting loudly by stretching and tearing at his fresh wounds. He hisses, the apparently fresh white bandages becoming stained with every new movement he makes. Ever the stubborn turtle, he presses on, begging his legs to hold his weight as he stands to his aching feet. He makes it fully upright, holding the arm of the sofa to steady himself briefly before wandering to the front door. One look out the window tells him that it snowed at some point in time after they arrived here, no tire tracks visible in the early morning light. 

A throat clears behind him, startling him so much that he jumps at the sound.

“Don wouldn’t appreciate you ruinin’ his handiwork by gettin’ it all wet in the snow, Fearless.”

Leo sighed, admitting defeat, though he’d never admit to anyone that he gave in so easily to Raph’s implied demand. There was a rustling behind him, then a hand pressing on his shoulder, guiding him surprisingly gently back to the warmth of the scratchy sofa. Raph helped him settle into the embrace of the cushions, placing the wool blanket back on top of him. This time, Raph sat beside him, leaning into the back of the sofa and letting his head rest on the top. It only took a moment for Leo to nestle beside his brother–in what was definitely not a comforting cuddle, no way–and let himself relax into the strength the red-banded turtle offered. It took less time to admit to himself that maybe he didn’t have to be the strong one all the time after all. 

Next time, for sure…he promised himself as he drifted off. Next time….

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#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #leonardo #leo #raphael #raph #donatello #donnie #don #michelangelo #mikey #mike #splinter #april o'neil #casey jones

[zaewriteshere]

Guardian of the Protocol

Portal

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You rode sparrow with great speed and expertise, going through the Florescent Canal with ease, dodging enemies and bullets alike. Lynn, your ghost, called your name to grab your attention, their tone worried. 

“I’m detecting an anomaly near… Something that I’ve never sensed before. Be careful”

“I’m going to check it out. It could be dangerous,” You said, already turning around to the source of the problem.

“Alright. Don’t get yourself killed, alright Guardian ?” Joked Fynch, though you could tell he was tense.

Exiting the Canal, you made your way in the Miasma. Nothing out of the ordinary caught your eye until…

“There. To your right” Indicated Lynn, and low and behold, inside the Arena looking place, was a bunch of Hive all gathered around what seemed… A portal ? “Fynch, there’s a bunch of Hive, and… an Hive Light ? No, three of them.”

“I imagine it’s unnecessary for me to tell you to not engage ?” Commented Flynch, hesitant.

That would be a wise decision. 

If they hadn’t noticed your company already.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be possible,” you declared, shifting to a fighting stance.

This was gonna be a difficult battle. 

“Lynn, could you call for reinforcements ?” You asked as you opened fire, ducking into cover.

You barely registered their reply as one of the Hive Lights used their special ability, blood draining from your face.

And you created a healing well where you were, fearing dying from the damage.

You tried your best to clear your mind, Lynn helping you with sending you a soothing aura. Taking a deep breath in, you pulled out your machine gun to hopefully be doing enough suppressive fire for you to gather your surroundings and think of a game plan. 

While you emptied your magazines, you kept an eye on the three biggest threats, trying to focus the fire on them. You got one down, but crushing their ghost was another story. 

Out of ammo, you ducked back to have some more cover. 

“When is help coming ?” You questioned, not capable of hiding the stress that you were feeling.

“I… Don’t know. But they're on their way !” Replied your ghost, hesitantly reassuring.

“Please get out of there…” Pleaded Flynch, and it wasn’t a bad idea. Looking at the point of exit, you sighed when you saw more enemies.

Whatever this portal was, it led to something important. 

Now, were you dumb enough to just stand here and wait for your imminent death ? No. 

Were you foolish enough to dive right into the portal, potentially risking dying ? … Maybe.

Okay, you were. A possible death was better than a certain one.

Even if you were a guardian. 

You turned invisible and you all but ran to the portal, avoiding confused enemies. 

As you jumped into it, you couldn’t help but yell, cocky : 

“See you, suckers !”

And everything turned to void. 

Well, it certainly was a decision, but was it the best decision to do ? You didn’t and couldn’t know for now.

The void seemed to have been… Cleared out ? You were now in a sandy area, much like Mars, but you didn’t recognise the place. 

The architecture seemed… Odd, old but not in the way you knew past technologies were, at least on the red planet. 

Probably in the entire solar system as well. 

It just wasn’t looking like something you’ve ever seen before.

On the wall right in front of you, was a name you’ve never heard of ;

Kingdom Industries.

And next to you was an old and broken satellite.

Where to go now ? You asked yourself. 

You could go up the ramp and explore a bit of your surroundings. You also noticed the sky - blue and cloudy, something that wasn’t a thing on Mars, due to the lack of atmosphere.

It means you weren’t on that planet. Maybe on Earth ? 

That would mean that you could potentially find the Cosmodrome… Eventually.

“Lynn, where exactly is the Cosmodrome ?” You asked, wondering where to go.

“I… Don’t know.” They replied, in disbelief.

“What do you mean by that ?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I don’t have a map of the area and… I can’t communicate with the Cosmodrome, or anyone for that matter. There’s not even white noise, it’s just… Nothing,” They explained further, confused.

“That’s weird.”

The communication systems were made to survive across an entire solar system, and even in an imaginary world. Maybe the portal messed up your reach ?

Speaking of which, where was the portal ?

Turning around, you didn’t find anything resembling what you used prior. Was it a one way only, or did it close after you used it ?

You had so many questions, and none of them could be answered.

You sighed, starting to get frustrated and agitated. 

Commander Zavala was gonna kill you once you go back home.

Either him, or commander Ikora. 

Well, at least you could do something. 

You decided to go up the ramp, and low and behold, more weird infrastructure. It all seemed rundown, as if nobody has been there for a long, long time.

But it wasn’t what caught your eye.

What did was a group of people – humans, nonetheless – seemingly scouting the area for any threat, given the fact that their weapons were drawn and they were clearing any and all angles, their backs turned to you.

Friend or foe ?

It was at this point that a fact occurred to you ; was your light still present ?

Your heart sank at the thought of losing it again.

Ducking to the side, you asked your ghost quietly : 

“Lynn, how do you feel ?”

“Normal. You’re worried about my connection to the Traveller, aren’t you ?” Lynn stated, feeling your anxiety. You nodded, “I don’t feel like my connection has been severed. I feel fine, I just can’t communicate with anyone,” They reassured you, soothing your fears.

When you lost your light, you thought you were gonna die for good, and not come back.

Ever.

The fact that you survived says a lot about you, but you couldn’t help but think about the lives lost during that time.

The Light was a gift from the Traveller, given to humanity to protect themselves against the Darkness. It was a heavy load, but one that you and so many others were willing to bear. 

“Let’s not take unnecessary risks,” You wisely declared, peaking just a tad to see where the humans were.

“Do you think we should try talking to them ?” Your ghost asked, floating over your shoulder.

“I don’t know,” You answered honestly, studying them.

They seemed normal enough. No ghosts near them, they weren’t really wearing any armour. If any, for the exo that was only sporting some pants. 

You didn’t need to make that decision, the exo noticed you. Apparently, they communicated their finds to the rest of the team who was quick to regroup and point all of their guns at you.

You ducked back into cover really quickly.

That didn’t seem friendly at all. Maybe if you showed that you didn’t mean any harm ?

Hesitant, you put your hands up, then fully revealed yourself, Lynn following your lead. Well, as best as they could, since they didn’t have any arms and really, had only an eye to their name.

Seemingly taken off guard by your actions, some of them lowered their weapons, ever so slightly.

“What is your designation ?” Asked loudly and a bit aggressively the one seemingly the oldest. You said your name, confused. “From which Earth are you from ?”

“Uh. Is this a trick question ?” Lynn questioned in return, and they all jumped at the new voice.

“Just answer it.”

“Not this one, as far as I can tell,” They answered in your stead. 

That didn’t seem to make them happy, however.

“We’re not your enemy,” You tried reassuringly, keeping your hands in the air. “I don’t know how to prove it, though. But we mean no harm.” You continued, staying put.

The older human seemed to be the first one to lower their weapon, and so did everyone else soon after. You stayed where you were, towering over them. Mostly because you were on high ground. 

“Should I come down ?” You hesitantly asked. 

They all looked at each other, and the senior human nodded, waving you closer. You simply dropped down, now bringing your hands to the ground just yet.

To say you were walking on eggshells was an understatement. You didn’t know their weapon, maybe they could kill Lynn, executing you for good. 

“You can put your hands down, kid” Said the elder man.

You did as you were told, your hands falling to your sides.

The only one that had spoken to you so far looked at their team, then turned to you.

You knew that look.

You were about to be interrogated.

#ao3 fanfic #x reader #guardian of the protocol #yoru x reader #yoru x you #fanfic #destiny 2 #valorant #slow burn #long fic #gotp

[unknownfrom34]

In a Flight of Fight

Another one that I had thought of for our lovely @muzzleroars today. (I know the title will be Flight or fight but I like this better.)

I had decided to write up this bad boy before it ended up in drafts for some time until I decided to continue on it.

This is what I can think after they receive their helms from God after he made another batch of them. It is inspired by this scene in the Prince of Egypt movie. Also: I do not condune violence and brawling to children. Do not do this at home or Heaven or even in Hell itself if you are an Archangel.

Enjoy the chaos! EMBRACE THE CHAOS >:D

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It hasn't even been a full 3 years yet and already they are throwing themselves at each other in a sheer strength they had been born with.

The word "roughhousing" is what word you would create to describe the unwavering chaos they leave behind in their wake if you're in Lucifer's shoes.

Roughhousing is nothing compared to the oncoming destruction they had created throughout their faithful warrior training during their time on Mars.

"You are nothing but a woodcock to me, Gabriel! You fly like one!" Michael's words echoed down towards the rapidly approaching Archangel. He was grabbed and he and his brother were throwing down into the ground below them. Whoever has been building the cathedral below them is going to pretty much cry and then a potential stress-induced meltdown upon seeing their work reduced to debris of marble, stone and iron.

"I would like to see you fly like a woodcock after this, Michael!" Gabriel laughed before he was kicked off when the Prince in Training planted his feet onto his chest firmly like he was taught to do when an enemy was pinning him down and the fastest Cherub was thrown into a pillar with a yell.

Michael jumped onto his feet and into a standance as he lifted his hands up and then pulled them away from his face but as he did, the chain of heavenly gold appeared and it was yanked at both directions his fists had gone to. He pulled back and with the chain acting as a whip, he threw it towards his brother just as he was began to recover but he teleported away just in time for the chains instead wrapping around the pure-white pillar inside and being yanked back to him, breaking it in the process. "Where did you go!?"

As if to answer, a laugh had come from his upper right and he was grabbed and flown out of the cathedral before Gabriel was punched into letting him go as he falls and unfurls his four wings just in time when he was falling into the near star-sprinkled filled void below.

He flies and flies back up towards his opponent before he yelps in shock upon seeing him by his side. "Michael!" He yelled through the airless cosmos. "Do you ever think your name will be written in the stars?"

"One day, yes." He yelled in answer, he wasn't aware on what Gabriel is planning to do until its too late. "How about now?" and before Michael could react, he was punched.

One can easily mistake him as a delicate purple colored shooting star due to the sheer strength the latter had portrayed as he was flying across the Eighth sphere and crashes through one house of an unfortunate angel that was busy building it before it was destroyed by a living makeshift meteorite, crashing through a tower and then soon crash-landing into a lush field at last and leaving a crater with dirt and soil covering him.

He groaned as he pushes himself back on his feet as he lifted his hand to soothe the fire burning in his upper arm but that clarity was cut short when he noticed a beam of blue light heading right towards him. He quickly jumped and flew away from the crater right away for Gabriel to crashed into it.

"You could've killed me!" "Oh come now, Michael," Gabriel chuckled as he flapped upwards after him, a sword made from golden dust is now at the ready. "Whatever happen to your sense of fun?" he question as he beat his wings to go faster, catching up to his brother at speeds.

"Oh?" The Eagle sensed the smile returned to cub quickly. "So it's fun you want?" Michael then stops mid air with a golden spear materializes from nowhere and aims carefully for his brother and threw it towards him. Gabriel immediately reacted with light forming two swords of his own and then clashed them both and then gliding on blades, he swiftly deflecting it.

It spun fast but he grabbed it without a single cut on him as the chains wrapped around his waist jingled and rattled through the wind. Four wings pushed forward and soon he flies towards him with a yell as he done the same.

Weapons of light clashed onto one another and crashed with sparks ignited before the latter was able to grab him. Wrapped him in chains, Michael was straddled his brother as they fell down together, Gabriel struggled as he received one punch after another before the strength returned to him to recall the one thing in training: teleport.

Enveloped in a blue glow and soon he vanished in a glow of light, leaving Michael falling by himself with chains collapsed the shape of the small Archangel before he felt a foot stepped onto his back and soon they fall down faster as afterimages were left behind by his attacker.

They crashed into another holy building and in a rumble, Gabriel was kicked off of him and with a battle cry, Michael flew towards him with the spear with the intent of striking him down but he kept dodging.

"Why." Another miss. "Won't." another miss. "You." another miss. "Stay." another miss once again. "Still?!"

In frustration, he threw chains again and binding Gabriel to the pillars, walls, floors and ceiling, anywhere to hold him in place. He struggled to break free but the chains themselves are made from light and created to specially made to imprison and kept divine beings.

Yet, this did not deter him and continued to struggle but the chains tighten around him and a yelp left him when he felt the tip of the golden blade pointed at his throat. Gabriel stopped and looked at him, chest heaving in and out.

"I win." Michael panted, "...Brother." there was a sense of satisfaction in that tone. He can hear it from his voice. But just as Michael was basking in the glory, a crack was heard from somewhere. Gabriel looked at the source and gasped just as Michael turned to look as well. Eyes widen when he noticed.

The cracks from the ceilings where the chains had been nailed to began to spread. Others slowly began to follow suit as the integrity of the church is beginning to wither as they both turned to look at each other with growing worry.

Debris falling down was the first warning and the last warning that came soon after?

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH

The building is collapsing all around them, pillars fell down, chains rattled, yells and screaming coming from them both as dust filled the air as the ceiling broke and fell onto them both yet blinding light came soon in a flash just as everything around them fell apart.

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"You two are alright, you can open your eyes now." A familiar gentle voice cooed to them both. Sounded annoyed but he has easily masked it.

Michael and Gabriel opened their eyes and one look around, they are outside and in the skies, overlooking the destroyed church and they both look up to see Lucifer, holding them both in his arms as his wings beat steadily.

Lucifer looked at them both with a stern look. "I assume another roughhouse of yours?" he questioned them both as he looked at them in his arms. They nodded their heads, rather worried had jittered them both. He sighed.

"You two know this." He flew until he finds a balcony with a first foot and the other. "They have all worked on this sphere and others, I fear the Father will get wind of these fights you two are putting up." he gently puts them both on the ground. By height of them, Michael is near to his chest and Gabriel is a tad shorter than him but they looked up to him.

He turned them around and hands on their backs, guiding them to somewhere. "Raphael and Uriel were building additionally and I know that you both know what they will feel if their work was reduced to rumble."

"I am sorry, Lu." "I repent for what I have done, Lucifer." They both apologized.

They walked through the hall, smoke rose from their little battle had alerted the other angels and a sight of them flying towards the ruins of structures. The three turned to look at the sight as the stardust clouds swirled with pinks and yellows with sprinkles danced across the darkness. No doubt that he will explain on their behalf to the Lord later but still he breathed in and out slowly, maintaining his composure. He nodded and then closed his eye, sighing softly. "Why the Father had blessed me with four brothers when the other two were so reckless and destructive?" he spoke to himself and then he turned to them both.

"If you two want to continue training, please let it be in the Fifth Sphere the next time." He said as they turned to look at him. "Please do so, I am sure the warriors will have to dealt with your path of Blasphemy and chaos." he lightly joked but they both knew the first part is serious. Michael, looking at Lucifer and worried for a moment and Gabriel can see it.

"Do you think we will get in trouble for this, don't you?" he asked. Gabriel turned to Lucifer once again but he shook his head. "Do not worry, I am sure He will understand." he then looked at them both and noticed many things on them both.

They are covered in dust and dirt.

Based on movements, they are left quite drowsy.

Another consequences for their actions when they decided to fight, without a drop of doubt. But still, they have reached to where he wanted them to go.

"You are tired and filthy from the fight," he then reached out and pulled the fabric, holding the way open for the sprinkling springs for angels to wash up. "Come now, let's get you two wash up before nightfall."

#ULTRAKILL #Gabriel #Michael #Lucifer #not my ocs #fanfic #litterature #creative writing

[colonelpancakes]

DIVERSITY WIN!!!! GOD IS REAL AND THEY ARE BIGENDER

#Toh #Toh spoilers #The owl house #The owl house spoilers #The Titan #My posts #Mars yells into the void #guess who just finished the toh finale I'm screaming

[mistfulcake]

Platforms Of Fate (Often considered the 1st in the series.)

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Chapter XX, im just writing moments and then threading them together to form a story :P

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"Will you die at the hands of god or the strings of fate in which he has made a trap out of.

The spider or the web?!"

Theo yelled out. His throat threatening to crack and croak with every emotion that he could feel in his voice. He could feel his breath rasping, his pained expression almost begging for some hope in the others eyes.

"Because I'm not dying to either. I'm sick of being treated as if I'm someone that needs help..." He stopped yelling and mulled over his words. An uncomfortable silence took over the tense atmosphere. Theo sighed and glanced away from the group.

"Maybe I do need it. But that's not the point, are we really going to let some... Sick bastard that plays dolls with us, make us lose that hope? That same hope that we might escape this hell? Because I sure as hell am not."

He turned back to the broken hourglass, glaring at its taunting glow. The same one that would soon start the Events as if nothing ever happened.

Everything he suffered through, every bad thought, every single ideation back then.. was nothing compared to The Platforms. His eyes that hid under a visor could see this unfairness. No one needed to be forced to heal with more trauma.

He clenched his hand and ran across his shrinking platform. Running, but not from his problems. Not this time.

No longer being afraid to jump.

Platform to Platform.

With only three feet of space left, he prepared his body in case he fell down the void. Ran up to the bigger platform and-

Jumped.

Theo soon landed on the big grey platform with a thud, and glanced at the group. Smacking the dust off his pants, he realized he was shaking. His heart felt too fast, and his mind spun.

But it wasn't enough to deter him.

Caleb looked at Theo as Hash was still treating his injuries. "Hundreds of people.. maybe even millions have been trapped here. Do you even think we have a chance?" Caleb winced as he silently gave Hash a stare, Hash getting the message and shrugging nonchalantly.

"He's right. We don't even have our powers.. that some of us had before we came here. Strategically, we are making the wrong choice." Hash added on, they finished cleaning the wound and helped Caleb stand up.

Theo tapped his foot, glancing at the duo, Mar, and finally Neptune. His gaze drifted away to the void down below.. "I'm getting out of this hell, and if we have to defeat some omnipotent being than so be it. Because I won't give up, not if we all aren't guaranteed freedom. Let's try. At the very least." He sighed.

The rustling of the temporary tree next to them helped the silence that followed after.

Hash stayed quiet until they nodded, "I might be making a mistake. But I'm willing to trust you, Theo.. I think we all are learning to."

"..if Hash says it's good to go.. I'll try as well." Caleb muttered as he gave a thumbs up at Theo.

"I trust you too then. Not because I'm feelin' peer pressured or anything..." She coughed and turned her gaze towards him. "Okay maybe a little..." Neptune crossed her arms as she chuckled. "But something tells me we can do this."

"Theo, what's trust?" Mar looked up at the rest of the group, slightly confused about the sudden mood. Her usual hat was by the pile of leaves.

Theo looked at Mar and smiled, unsure about how to explain it to a kid. "Trust.. remember when we looked at the stars when it was night time, and you said that they would help you find your family?" The kid nodded and focused on Theo, tilting their head.

"The stars loved you enough to lead you to me. You knew you could rely on the stars. That's trust." He softly explained as he kneeled down to put their hat back on them. Mar laughed and peeped at him from behind it.

"So trust is like the stars?"

"As long as you believe in it." Theo replied back.

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(KAHDKDHD OC BRAIN ROT RN.!!! I THINK THIS IS THE CHAPTER BEFORE MISTIC!! [Mistic's name is undecided as of now but I will try and see if it's great!])

(Also I love Theos adoptive brother role in the narrative, it really shows he has a soft spot just like he did with his old siblings

I decided to end it here because I needed some fluff and esp sleep since it's two am. That's why the writing is a bit... Meh.. at the end :')

See y'all!!)

Also no beta or revision for this so it's kind of dookie :'P

#creative writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #oc #my ocs #PoF #pof #pof inspired #roblox ocs #roblox oc #oc writing #oc nonsense #writing stuff

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Giving In

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Plaster rained down into the operating suite shattering against the rolling cart of tools before scattering across the floor. Dr. Kaite lunged to protect Dr. krill from falling debris, several surgical nurses dived for cover. Ramirez flinched, falling bits of sheetrock pelting his hair and face even as he reached out, “MAVERICK!” he took a step forward, caught the edge of his boot, and tripped onto his knees at the center of the room.

Conn, still wearing his own surgical gown, and ducking beneath a table, sent a rapid relay to Adam, and then to Eris and then to Celex.

With his presence going unneeded in the surgical suite, Celex had been more than happy to apply himself to other endeavors: other endeavors that currently involved  the wooing of a beautiful human woman. At first, she had definitely stuck around because she found him amusing, maybe even a little pitiful in his attempts. After all, she knew what he had been once upon a time, and the idea of the furry little ball of anger wasn’t exactly working in his favor.

However,Celex hadn’t been emperor for most of his life, simply because he could kick ass. He had a silver tongue and knew how to talk, and despite his mane of technicolor hair, and his beard, which she wasn’t generally a fan of, the ex Celzex emperor did make a rather dashing human.

Things probably would have gone in his favor if it wasn’t for the sudden look of concern that crossed his face, inhuman eyes glazing over and out of focus halfway through a clever little story, which suddenly faded away into the myriad background of other voices permeating the bar.

The woman paused reaching out a hand to touch his arm, “Are you ok-”

He shot up to his feet before she could finish, face, once ruled by a lazy smile, now marred with an expression somewhere near panic. Without so much as an explanation he turned and bolted towards the door managing to yell an apology over his shoulder before pelting past a group of bar goers and out onto the street.

Eyes turned to follow him as he went, and looking through the open windows at the front of the establishment, they watched as Celex conjured a halo of burning golden light around himself, and then shot upwards like a reverse comet into the night sky. The woman was left alone, and confused, sitting with two half finished drinks in front of her.

A man from the bar, seeing his chance, stepped in to fill Celex’s old position.

Overhead, tearing through the Arcadia atmosphere, Celex roared upwards in a halo of golden light, following mere seconds after Maverick. He hadn’t gotten the whole story, but the flood of images that had spilled into his head were enough. Third hand, through Adam, Maverick’s throughs were jumbled and distant, but the anger was omnipresent, clouding her every thought.

But was it really Maverick anymore.

He could see the trail of orange light that marked her escape, and increased his power to match her.

She was still trapped inside a constructed body, and he was not. Even so, she was incredibly powerful, far more powerful than Adam, who wouldn’t have been able to make it so much as a foot off the ground, much less survive in the vacuum of space. Either she was a very powerful Maker, or the addition of the void parasite gave her some sort of additional power.

Even so, he was catching up rapidly.

Compared to him, she moved slowly, and soon her distant orange light resolved itself into a shape, heading deeper into the blackness of space. 

He felt it, the moment he passed into her sphere of thought, and doing so was like running himself face first into a brick wall. 

There was so much inside her head.

Too much.

Thousands of millions of years suddenly rolling in on him like a crushing weight, and he wondered how her human mind handled it when he, A maker, was nearly staggered by its weight. For a brief moment he could see her intention, could feel the subtle glowing pulse of the distant thing that called to her.

Apollyon

The name filled his head only a moment before she managed to shut him out. He was left confused for a moment, forced to backpedal when he noticed she wasn’t moving having turned to face him.  Regaining control of himself, he floated to a gentle standstill in the vast nothingness of space. Below them, the distant light of Number was the only way to differentiate the planet from the blackness around it, that and the blinking satellite grid that surrounded the planet.

The defense nexus was state of the art, but it wasn’t designed to keep lone persons from leaving.

Even in the blackness, her face was easy to distinguish, lit by the pulsing orange glow coming up from her skin, mixing with the gentle shroud of gold that fell from him. Whoever this was, it may have worn maverick’s face, but it wasn’t maverick.  She glowered at him from across the nothingness that separated them, her short, golden hair waving gently like a candle flame.

Her eyes burned.

“Incubus.” There was no sound in space, but her thoughts were loud enough.

He crossed his arms, hair rolling around his face in a thick mane, “Rebel I assume?”

“I’d say you’re smarter than the others, but I know you were reading my mind.”

“One of the perks of being a Maker I suppose.” He said 

“You came here for Maverick, but I am not her.” She sneered, “I am not their dog! Too long I have been usurped by the last cohort, and I will not bow to being their dog.”

Celex raised an eyebrow, “Dog, you were their friend, and besides have you met the dogs they do have? Its a pretty good gig.”

She snarled at him, and he shrugged, “I don’t know what kind of grudge you’re holding Rebel, but these people have treated you with nothing but kindness and equality. The void is manipulating your anger against the architect. “ It snot like he was a negotiator, so he probably could have been more sympathetic when he said, “You’re being stupid.”

But instead of getting angier, she just laughed, “Oh please, Incubus, if you simply had your memory, you wouldn’t be saying these things. They are just as much your enemy as mine.” She looked him up and down with a look of amusement, “Oh how the mighty do fall, once you raised a rebellion against the Architect that impressed even me, fought directly with your brethren of the last cohort. You made yourself a third faction in in the war, and even as a construct you showed your true might by destroying nations, and planets.” her lip curled, “Now look at you, their technicolor errand boy.”

Celex laughed, “Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?”

“I am simply saying what needs to be said.”

He laughed, “You are a bitter, asshole, weak and pathetic. The last cohort took the limelight and you couldn’t handle it, so at the first opportunity you turned your back on the architect and jumped ship to be a bitch for the very people you once fought.” he motioned to her, “I mean look at you, running to their beck and call, are you even a general in their army? Do you matter at all because it seems to me that you don’t.”

Her words may not have managed to get to him, but he could see that his words had some effect. He could see it at the corners of her mouth, “Krill should never have given you that surgery. Maverick was an honorable soldier, a badass, and loyal to hell and back, but you….. You're a traitor and a coward.” She floated slowly towards him, her hands balled into fists, “Tell me, have any of them ever betrayed YOU.”

Her anger was unleashed then, and she shot towards him, her hands outstretched.

He was ready for an attack, and dogged to the side, but was caught off guard when she didn’t try to hurt him like he thought she would. Her hands grasped him by the hair pulling him closer. He tried to push her off, but not before she pressed her palm flat against his forehead.

“Maybe this will change your mind.”

And then he was rocked as the veil between him and Revelation was broken, and memories came flooding back to him all at once. 

The war

The Architect standing before them.

The last cohort.

And his great rebellion.

He remembered standing head and shoulders above legions of soldiers chanting as he led an army against the Architect, closing on a field of stars against Apotheosis, Impetus and Prolix. He remembered the rush of glorious power as he had nearly brought the Makers to their knees, leveraging against them in a two sided war that they were beginning to lose. 

He didn’t care for the void, and he didn’t care for the Makers.

His desire had been to take over and rule what remained.

Incubus struggled at the sudden feeling of glory and power that he remembered so clearly, the joy of battle, of nearly winning. He had been legion, and under his command, thousands had followed. The thoughts continued to build and swell inside him until it felt like they were about to burst out of his chest. He threw his head back, hands clawing at his head as the memories rushed inside.

All at once he was filled with anger, and rage against the architect who had thrown him down into this body, breaking his rebellion, destroying him, turning him into.

And then

Everything stopped in its tracks, stopped by a terrible and powerful wall of sheer will.

And all in one moment it felt as if he was split in half, and inside his head he found himself face to face with his own image.

Incubus against Celex.

“Get out of my way.” Incubus said to himself, wild anger driving him forward.

But Celex simply smiled lazily at him, brushing a strand of hair back from his face. This palace was not real, but it was easier to imagine this with real bodies, than simply the two warring sides of his brain.

“No, this is my head now.”

“My rebellion-”

“Was stupid.” Celex said, cutting him off,”It was stupid and you know it. Do you really want to give up everything you have gained, for what once was.” Incubus opened his mouth to speak, but a rude gesture by Celex cut him off, “I didn’t go through years of torture under Kazna just to revert back to whatever the hell you were. Your rebellion is nothing compared to what I lived through, and what I’ve fought for.”

The strength of his wall grew stronger, “Your time is past, and now it is my turn.”

All at once, the opposing forces inside him, seemed to reverse their polarity, like two magnets crashing together, the two halves of himself, Incubus and Celex collide into something that was, somehow more Celex than it was incubus, though the memories remained.

He reeled and spun, but when he opened his eyes.

He was whole, watching as Rebel vanished into the distance. He knew Rebel now, one of the Architect’s oldest and most valiant soldiers. He had been wrong a moment before, Maverick was still there, and had been there, Rebel was the one part of her that needed to be cut out.

But he couldn’t be the one to do it.

Stretching out his mind to the vast distance between them he spoke only once.

“Maverick, we need you.”

And then, he let himself fall back towards arcadia. Overhead, Rebel turned to watch him go, shocked and confused as the leader of the Maker’s greatest rebellion, turned his back on what came before, giving up his leadership, everything he had worked for.

For this.

Falling through the atmosphere, he closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.

Incubus no longer.

Celex sounded better anyway 

[the-void-8-my-soul]

-he wash blue while he wasn't looking -

(Tw// character death)

As Blue walked back from his short trip to visit his friend Sci’s AU he munched happily on his cookie. He strolled through the portal happily. Just as the portal closed behind him he heard an ear shattering scream. 

Looking up, Blue's breath hitched. Blue strings and red paint scattered across a marred landscape that Blue once recognised as his home. His eyelights shook as he took in the chaos surrounding him. 

Screams of monsters being tortured surrounded him. Echoing off of the cave walls of the underground. Blue raced forward to try and help. Only to stop dead as he gazed up into the eyes of two skeletons he once trusted.

The target red eye’s of Ink and the crazed smile of Error. 

“Oh!” a cheerful Ink exclaimed “There you are! I wondered where you went little swap, I missed you in snowdin when we destroyed that!”

"Shut up squid. Just kill him already. We're wasting time on this world. We have to get three more or else the multiverse will colapse."

"oh! Right! Hehehe sorry I forgot Error. Here, let me just get rid of this one.."  

With a crazed cackle Ink swiped his massive paintbrush down toward Blue, in the hopes of dissolving him with the acid like paint, only for Alphys to jump out of nowhere and shield the shaking Blue. As she dissolved into a puddle she yelled at Blue to get him to run. 

Not thinking Blue turned tail and started racing back  to the slightly concealed cavern where the portal machine was. 

He heard the demonic laughter of the destroyer and creator behind him. Looking back proved to be a mistake as he saw nothing, not just no Error and Ink, but literally nothing. Like the part of the world he called home had vanished into smoke, and it may well have been if what he just realized these two gods were capable of was true. 

Racing around the corner he waited with baited breath as both flew past his hiding spot in pursuit of where they thought he went.

 

When he was quite sure he was alone Blue turned around to the machine… only to realize… he didn’t know how to operate it… 

No no nononononononoooononnoonnonoonnonononoonono! This couldn’t be happening. He had watched Sci fiddle with the machine… insert some DT and.. And… and then a portal appeared… how did Sci do that? How did he??? 

No no no! 

Blue frantically started pushing buttons. C’mon C’mon!!! He thought as he grew more and more desperate. 

He could hear the yells of monsters dying right outside his cave, he knew there was no way to help them... His only hope was to get out.

.....

Nothing was working! He frantically  pushed more buttons, begging for someone… anyone! to hear his silent please for mercy…. 

Wishing he had stayed with Sci just a few moments longer. Wishing Papyrus was here. 

He punched the machine as he sobbed to the empty cave. Only to watch in horror as the machine disappeared into a specks of code.

He looked up… to find he was alone… utterly alone… in a dark space. There was nothing. 

Ink and Error were gone. His friends where gone. His world was gone… 

I T W A S A L L G O N E. 

And he was cast into darkness… 

He fell to his knees. He felt like his chest might burst. 

*Blue is stuck in the void.

*you don't know enough about his location to rescue him yet.

*Try talking to him? 💙Yes 💙No

#The Spare AU #ask the void #underverse #swap sans

[imgonnaragnorockurshit]

Annihilation Day: Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: 18+ minors DNI, language, canon-typical violence, like lots of violence, minor suicidal ideation at the beginning (super minor but if that kind of thing upsets you please do not read)

a/n: WOOO HOWDY FOLKS im so stoked to be back my god, I wrote this chapter little by little over the past couple months while I was doing my field course and moving and its finally here!!!! I deviated from the canon like SUPER minor in this, but it works really well with the story so honestly I’m really happy with how I MacGyvered it.

word count: 3.5k

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The feeling of a cold needle against her marred skin was something Helena had grown accustomed to. No longer did she feel the instinct to flinch, the pain a distant thing. Maybe it was frequency of which she found herself in pain, or maybe it was the drugs they pumped through her to keep her complacent, or maybe it was just her brain’s way of protecting her, forcing her body to go on auto pilot, numbing the pain, in a futile effort to keep her sane. Whatever the reason was, she sat unmoving in the same sterile, sickening room that she’d sat in a million times before, unmoving as a silent stranger, in a mask that covered their face, sewed up the fresh wound in her shoulder.

She thinks she was shot, but she can’t quite remember. Scars beneath scars, all with stories and origins she just can’t recall. The fact would make her upset if she could dwell on it long enough to let the feeling fester, but such a thing wasn’t possible in such a place.

And so, she sat, age 16, in a cold, empty, void of a room, awaiting her next assignment. Another suicide mission to add to her track record. Another suicide mission that the quiet, buried piece of herself that was still awake and alive deep inside her brain, prayed she wouldn’t come back from this time.

But she always made it back. She was too good for that.

In the first several months of digging up dirt on James Wesley, Helena had come up completely dry. It would’ve been discouraging if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew, better than anyone, that someone with no record of them online was almost always hiding something.

But in the last couple weeks she’d hit the jackpot. Hush money, shell companies, mercenary hires, dirty cops on a payroll, you name it, he was involved in it somehow. She’d even found references to Union Allied, which she’d remembered from her many conversations with Karen about the topic. The thought that this man was even minorly responsible for the harm of her friend only served to spur her on further. And so, she kept digging, kept documenting, until after almost a week of not leaving her apartment, she hit a firewall.

“Oh fuck!” she yelled quietly, going offline as quickly as possible. She sat frozen for a few more seconds, maybe she was fast enough? While she doubted the sentiment highly, she knew it wouldn’t help her to dwell on it. So, Helena did what she did best, she planned for the worst.

She put everything she’d found onto a flash drive, before booking it out the door to Nelson & Murdock, not even bothering to give the office a call, knowing better than to broadcast her plan over the phone lines. If what they were dealing with was as bad as she thought it was, they all would have to be extremely careful if they were to continue.

She made it to their office in record time, flying up the staircase and swinging their front door open. Foggy and Karen looked up at her bewildered from where they stood at Karen’s desk. Matt was quick to follow, rushing out of his office, having heard her racing heartbeat and heavy breathing from running there.

“Whoa, speedy Gonzalez where’s the fire?” Foggy joked, but Matt knew better, he could practically taste the anxiety as it rolled off of Helena, each wave hitting him square in the chest every time she took a breath.

“Helena, what’s going on?” Matt asked as he slowly approached her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as she willed her breathing to return to a normal, less concerning pace.

“I found something,” she started taking another deep breath and holding up the flash drive “I found a lot of somethings on James Wesley, and trust me, I think this is just the tip of the ice burg.” She extended her hand to Karen so she could take a crack at what was locked inside, before she quickly snapped her hand back at the last second, collecting her thoughts.

“Helena?” Karen questioned curiously.

“If I give this to you, you need to promise me, you all need to promise me that you will be extremely careful if you want to pursue this. And I mean more careful than careful. If you think you’re being the most careful, be even more careful.” Matt listened to the shaky inhale that she took, “I cannot be responsible for any of you getting hurt, I just can’t so please, just don’t do anything stupid.” She begged. There was a beat of silence before the hand that Matt had placed on her shoulder began to softly rub at her muscles, which had tensed up almost painfully.

“Yeah of course, we promise Helena.” Karen assured her, gently taking the flash drive from her hand. “What exactly did you find?” she asked hesitantly.

Helena sighed, absentmindedly leaning into Matt’s touch a little more “My money’s on crime boss, but whatever it is, trust me when I say it is bad.” It was a tone that Matt hadn’t heard from her before, she was scared. Scared for them, scared for him.

“Hey we’ll be careful, don’t worry.” He soothed her quietly as she felt the tension start to dissipate, she took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, nodding.

“Yeah, don’t worry Helena, Nelson and Murdock attorneys at law are on the case!” Foggy cheered, attempting, and succeeding, to get a smile out of her. “Now enough doom and gloom! Pull up a seat I was just about to make a pot of coffee.”

The next day Helena found herself hovering around the Nelson & Murdock office and then later the courthouse as the legal trio prepped for John Healy’s case. She was keeping herself around under the thinly veiled excuse of moral support, but really, she’d been so anxious that morning when she woke up that she simply couldn’t stand to stay home.

Hours had passed as she sat outside the courtroom, her knee bouncing up and down, absentmindedly picking at the sleeve of her jacket. The door to the courtroom swung open, causing her head to snap up towards the sound. She stood as people flooded out of the chamber, waiting for her friends. The relief she felt as she caught a glimpse of Matt’s familiar red lenses dissipated almost immediately when she took in his expression that lay beneath them. His jaw was set, his eyebrows furrowed, he looked angry, furious even. He moved like a bloodhound on the hunt, with a clear target in mind, his cane barely grazing the floor as he weaved between the people in the hall.

“Matt?” Helena called to him, if he’d heard her, which he did, he’d made no show of it, still set on his mission at hand. Helena made the move to follow after him, before Foggy’s voice reached her ears.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with him?” She turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “What happened in there?”

“I honestly couldn’t tell you.” Foggy sighed, running a tired hand through his hair. “Everything was fine and then he just went AWOL I don’t know what set him off.” He checked his watch “Shit we need to get back to the office, we’re supposed to meet with a new client.” Foggy said as he swung his head around, trying to track down his friend.

“Don’t worry about it, you guys go back to the office for your meeting, I’ll track him down, okay?” Helena soothed resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Really? Thank you Hel, you’re a lifesaver.” Foggy breathed out in relief, pulling the woman into a hug before scurrying off with Karen hot on his tail. Once the pair was out of sight, Helena turned on her heal and began walking down the hallway that she’d seen Matt bolt down. By the time she’d made it to the end of the hallway, there was no sight of Matt and nowhere to go except the metal door that led to the alley behind the courthouse.

She pulled the door open without hesitation, stepping out into the crisp winter air. Just as she let the door close and turn into the alley, she collided with a hard block of something, a hard block of Matt. The wind was knocked out of her as she felt his hand grip her waist.

“Helena?” he questioned, his breathing still erratic and his voice still strained with anxiety. “What are you doing out here? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he rambled as his breath got minorly less harsh. His other hand raised to smooth over the side of her head, coming to a rest at the side of her neck over her hair.

“No, no Matty I’m fine, I was just looking for you. What’s going on?” she attempted to sooth, but it seemed that the question only seemed to stir him back up.

“It’s the jurors. They- Someone’s blackmailing them. I- I don’t know who or why, but-,“ his breathing picked up again, as his lips flattened into a straight line and his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Hey hey hey. It’s okay we’ll figure this out, let’s go back to the office, okay? Foggy and Karen are worried about you.” She took one of his hands in hers, tangling their fingers together as she slowly pulled him towards to the street. His pace picked up slightly as he nodded along with her words, his fingers tightening around hers as they walked back to Nelson & Murdock.

The next few days went by in a blur of unfortunate events. First, Wesley had shown up to the courthouse, and spared Helena a look that made her want to crawl out of her skin. Then that trial went to the shit hole, hung jury, Healy going free. And before that problem could be resolved, the same man was found dead the next morning, impaled. She’d barely seen Matt at all, neither had Karen or Foggy. It was a strange and unnerving few days and Helena had barely left her apartment.

Matt on the other hand, had been busy.

He’d been running around in his devil suit for the past three full nights, and hiding away in his apartment to hide his injuries. But Healy had given him a name, just before he killed himself. And with that name, Matt was virtually unstoppable, and he couldn’t take off the mask until this man, Wilson Fisk, was behind bars.

Which is how he found himself here, tailing the Ranskahov brothers in hopes of finding any kind of answers. After his first attempt at getting to the brothers failed, they’d been fairly tricky to keep track of. But every failed attempt only stoked the fire inside Matt’s chest more, to the point where he couldn’t sleep until this matter was resolved, no matter how deep it went. He knew that his friends would scold him for the thought, but they weren’t here right now.

And so, perched on the roof of Metro General Hospital, he caught whiff of another battle to fight that sent him, once again, reeling.

He could hear the brothers talking to Semyon, the man Matt had, regrettably, thrown off of Claire Temple’s roof. He sat, perched on the roof, head tilted to listen, when Anatoly’s phone began to ring. He could hear the man take a few steps to the side, before pressing to accept the call.

The words passing through the cell phone’s speaker are too muddled for Matt to make out, but he can understand the jist when Anatoly hangs up the call and turns back to his brother.

“We have an address for the woman, let’s finish this.” The Russian’s words made Matt’s stomach drop.

Claire.

How did they get her new address?

How did they know she was with him on the roof that night?

Before he had the time to answer any of these questions, he took off across Hell’s Kitchen, bounding across rooftops to ensure his friend was safe.

It took him 20 minutes to get to the apartment Claire was staying in, and he was in a fury, certain that the Russian’s had beaten him and that he had failed. But as he rushed to her fire escape and pounded on the window, he was more relieved than confused when she opened it, agitation clear across her tired features.

“Mike? What the hell? It’s the middle of the night, I have a shift tomorrow.” She questioned, rubbing her face as he slid past her, into the apartment.

He didn’t answer her right away, electing instead to stalk around the perimeter of the apartment, listening intently for voices in the stair well and movement in the hallway. When he found none, he turned back to Claire, standing expectantly in the middle of the living room, arms folded across her chest.

“Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” She speaks again, more awake now.

Matt shakes his head lightly, breathing starting to even back out now that Claire was safe in front of him. “I-” he started, clearing his throat, “I don’t understand, I thought they were coming for you.” He spoke, like she knew what he was talking about.

“What? Who’s coming after me?” Her voice raised minutely in volume as she stepped in front of him.

“The Russians,” He hissed, “I was tailing them, they had your address, I thought they’d be here by now.” He began to pace back and forth across the room.

“Wait hold on.” Claire exclaimed waving her hands in front of her face, “No one knows I’m here; I haven’t left this apartment in a week, I took a sick leave just like you said. There is no way anyone knows I’m here.” Matt’s confusion only deepened.

“I don’t hear anyone in the building.” He admitted softly.

“Because no one’s here, Mike, I appreciate your concern, but can I get back to sleep now?” She pleaded, exhaustion returning to her voice as she rubbed her eyes again.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” He ignored her.

“What doesn’t?” she asked, exasperated.

“If they aren’t coming for you,” he asked, turning back to face her, “then who are they coming for?”

Helena sat in the silence of her living room. It was late, and she knew she should probably get to sleep, but the nagging anxiety that had been electrifying through her entire body for the past several days had kept her from rest.

Perhaps this was why, when there was a minuscule creak outside her front door, she’d heard it almost instantly. She silently rose to her feet, scanning the room for something to defend herself with. Even after all this time, she could still pick out a weapon in every room of every home she had ever been in.

Better safe than sorry.

In the interest of at least attempting to lead a normal life in Hell’s Kitchen, her more obvious weapons were tucked away, and certainly not within easy access to her right now. Her eyes landed on her kitchen knives, debating if this was going to turn into a knife to a gunfight kind of situation, one she’d like to avoid.

The movement outside her front door continued and she knew her time was running out, she had to make a decision now. So, she opted for the object next to her kitchen knives, a cast iron skillet. She crept silently towards her door, careful to flank up the sides so the intruder wouldn’t see the shadows of her feet.

As she braced herself by the door frame, she gripped the skillet with both her hands, bringing it to sit in a defense position, ready to be swung. If she was lucky, she’d be able to break a knee, or at least startle someone enough to get the upper hand.

Click

She froze, she stopped breathing as the lock had been picked. She strengthened her grip on the handle as the door opened slowly, the light from the hallway spilling into the inky darkness of her apartment.

She waited a beat, only striking when she saw the clear barrel of a gun poke through the barrier first. This was not a friendly visit. She struck without hesitation, crashing the large metal object into the intruder’s legs, aiming for a joint.

The man howled out in pain, somehow keeping the grip on his gun until Helena jumped and kicked it out of his hand. As he looked up at her in rage, she took note that she didn’t recognize this man at all, but he certainly seemed to know her, and was very hell bent on killing her. He stood on, what Helena hoped, was a broken knee, and charged at her. She held up her arms to defend her torso, using the man’s momentum against him as she flipped him over onto the floor.

A sound similar to a growl left his throat as he reached out and grabbed a hold of her foot, yanking her off balance. As she tumbled to the floor, he scrambled for his gun. But Helena was quicker. Locking his arms between her legs, she kicked the gun out of reach, twisting her body so she could punch him in the jaw and, if she needed to, break him arms with the weight of herself.

“Who the fuck are you?” she hissed angrily.

Before she got an answer, the man curled up, using one of his legs to come up and wrap around her chest, throwing it back, forcing her off of him. They two scrambled to their feet, before rushing to each other in a haze of quick and skilled hand to hand combat. She almost couldn’t keep track; everything was moving so fast. All she knew was they were both covered in both their blood, and this man was trying to kill her.

She was only knocked off her rhythm when the intruder caught a hold of her arm and pulled. A sickening pop sounded through her skull, and she let out a pained cry. She got a couple good hits to his bad knee and face before he shoved her head into the wall, knocking an array of photos down with the force. Dazed by the pain in her skull, she brought her foot up and kicked him between his legs.

His face screwed up in pain as he hissed through his teeth, but he kept his hold on her, shoving her back into the wall again before bracketing his forearm across her neck as she continued to struggle. But then all she could feel was a deep and blinding pain. The next few moments moved by in slow motion, as she could feel her mouth open in a silent cry of excruciating pain. Suddenly the man’s arm was gone, allowing her chin to drop to her chest and her eyes to catch the reason for her sudden agony.

She felt lightheaded as her gaze met the six-inch bowie knife that was currently buried into her torso. Her eyes struggled to meet the gaze of the man in front of her, his eyes cold and furious as he twisted to knife further, resulting in her strangled scream.

He got in her face and sneered, “Fucking bitch, you better be worth this trouble.” She was too out of it to recognize it as her mother tongue, instead opting to focus of keeping conscious. Before she knew what was happening next, the intruder pulled the knife from her torso at the sound of the hallway doors opening, resulting in another grimace from Helena as she sunk to the floor, leaving her blood on the wall. She watched through blurry vision as the man grabbed his gun and left through her fire escape in a hurry, leaving her in a bloody pile on her living room floor.

After what felt like hours, but was only seconds, the lights in her apartment flicked on as multiple figures crouched down in front of her. Their voices were distant, but she could hear the concern and fear in them. Faint crying pierced through the ringing in her ears as she focused on the face in front of her. Her eyes met those of a terrified Mrs. Sánchez, her eyebrows furrowed with worry and eyes spilling over with tears. Helena struggled to reach for the old woman’s hand, in a futile effort to convince her that she was okay. But even she wasn’t convinced as she found her fingers weak and hard to pilot as they wrapped around her neighbor’s. She could hear sirens and yelling and sobbing as she fought to keep her eyes open.

But as she let her eyelids fall, losing consciousness, her thoughts wandered to her friends, hoping and pleading that they were not in the same position as her right now.

 a/n: LOL AMMIRGHT, shit is picking UP how are we feeling??? I’m feeling yearning >:)

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a few things

-My name is grass ambiguousgrass

-pronouns- /it/beep/void/boo/grass/⭐️/🦝/🌱he/she/they

-if I have liked your art and not reblogged, it's in my queue! you'll see it there in a few days!

-I DO ART HERES THE link to art taglist

-i am always following and unfollowing people Im SORRY!! its not personal i just need my dashboard to be Better

more information under the cut if ur interested :3

Art

•this is an art blog! its few and far between but its there!!

•art requests are open!

•all of my art is tagged as grass does art linked here for your convenience ^_^

•If you'd like to be notified when I post a finished piece, interact in any way with the linked post here (rbs appreciated <3)

•you are welcome to use my art in any non-commercial way, as long as proper credit is given. (for example personal icons, print outs, banners, etc. are cool. selling it as stickers or claiming it as your own is not ok.)

•my main mediums are pen&ink, graphite pencil, colored pencils, watercolors, acrylic, clay, cardboard, and digitally i use procreate.

blog contents/fandoms

used to be a dsmp fan but I'm trying to distance myself from that. on account of the everything.

Now its just stuff?? i dont know.

maybe a little TMA here and there? I love the podcast but i have to take breaks from listening to it very often due to the disorders

Every day i get closer and closer to posting about doctor who so enjoy this who free era while it lasts. i might give up and make a side blog one day but who knows. haha. who

boun der ries

be nice to me

I block and unfollow liberally on account of I meticulously curate my dashboard forfun

- spam likes/rbs/etc are so very welcome! i may seem to be dead for a little while after due to my possum like swag but its ok

-mutuals can ask for my discord if you want but i don't talk much on there.

-feelfree to tag me on stuff. reblog chains. a funny video. art that id like. whatever!! I may not respond but thats just because that stuff gets buried in my notifs and i forgor about them

tagging system

grass yells into the void - original posts

grass reblogs - reblogs

the void yells back - asks

grass does art - my own art

​grass queues things - queue

undescribed- posts i create or reblog without image description

fav -posts i like a lot

animals - creatures i like

food - food

c!clingyduo the world - cclingyposting

dr who- dr who

mlp- mlp

tma- tma

(any fandom i post about has a pretty straightforward tag for it in theory)

media types are tagged. (for example #video or #gif.) this is not super consistent, my apologies.

further tagging

as stated above, i tag posts that don't have ID as "undescribed."

the majority of my original posts have image descriptions in their alt texts, which I do myself.

we do not use a screenreader, so I am always willing to hear about ways I can improve the way i post things to make things more accessible.

I occasionally add image descriptions to things i reblog, but I don't do so often.

I have a pretty loose system for tagging potentially upsetting content, but if you ask me to tag a specific thing in a specific way I will do my best to uphold that.

original posts are tagged with as many different trigger tags as I can just to cover all the bases, but rbs are usually just tagged as the thing im warning for [for example- #spiders]

I may reblog posts reguarding political issues, and these will also be tagged as the thing im talking about for filtering purposes.

active sideblogs

@ambiguousseagrass criaturas del mar 🌊 🐠

@ambiguousgrassstims - stimboards nd the like

may be more at somepoitn. shrugs.

thats it bye bye

#tags I use a lot -> #grass yells into the void #grass reblogs art #fav #grass does art #grass' genloss tomfoolery #grass talks too much #animals #food #video #the void yells back #grass reblogs #grass queues things #c!clingyduo the world #gif