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camillemontespan · 4 years

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camille’s scrapbook [1: olivia’s speech]

I thought I would start this mini series about Camille’s scrapbook! This is really a way for me to put all Drake x Camille edits together and pair them with fics. The edits I’ve made are not very good, while the amazing edits are by @mskaneko - you will be able to spot the difference instantly.

In my head canon, Camille loves to take photos of her family and puts them into a scrapbook which will be passed to her children when they’re older. These edits are the ‘photos’ she has collected over the years while there will be fics to pair with them.

I’ll admit I’ve not enjoyed being part of this fandom for a long time due to negativity and seeing so many arguments on my dashboard. I needed to write some fluff so I’m on a mission to make my blog as positive and nice as possible, for myself and for my followers. This scrapbook series is a way to provide some fluff and sunshine within my little corner of tumblr.

I will give credit to mskaneko when I use one of her edits - she is so talented and I recommend you check out her master list when you can!

Also, I’m not sure if this sort of idea has been done before. It probably has been and I can only apologise if you have done something similar. Feel free to message me if you have, I’m always open to chatting :)

Taggin’ those who like Drake x Camille. Tell me if you want on or off, I won’t mind!

@moonlightgem7 @emichelle @jovialyouthmusic @ibldw-main @saivilo @burnsoslow @dcbbw @sirbeepsalot @notoriouscs @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @pedudley @msjr0119 @loveellamae @kingliam2019 @drakesensworld @rainbowsinthestorm @pug-bitch @katedrakeohd

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Camille sat cross legged on the floor in front of the coffee table. She was hunched over a scrapbook and the coffee table surface was covered with photographs she had taken and collected over the years.

Scrapbooking had become a favourite hobby of hers. After Drake had bought her a Canon camera for her birthday, Camille had become gradually obsessed with taking pictures of her family, determined to collect memories to pass along to her two daughters. To Camille, it was family first before her role as the Duchess of Valtoria. Nothing was more important than Drake, Lily and Luna.

‘Hi mommy.’

Camille looked up to see Lily skipping into the living room. She was wearing her fluffy pink bathrobe and unicorn slippers, fresh from her bath. She barrelled into Camille’s open arms, hugging her mother tight. She then settled down on Camille’s lap, snuggling into her soft white sweater. She breathed in Camille’s Chanel perfume, smiling as she did so.

‘What are you doing?’ Lily asked, reaching out to stroke a picture of her father, Drake.

‘I’m making a scrapbook of photos,’ Camille told her. ‘Wanna help?’

‘Yeah!’

Camille pressed a kiss on top of Lily’s head. ‘You can be in charge of glue.’

She handed her daughter a stick of glue. Lily looked up at her with a glint in her eye. ‘Can I use glitter?’

‘Glitter’s a little messy, baby,’ Camille said gently. ‘But I would love your help with the glue. Not too much now, just enough so the photos stick to the paper.’

Lily took a photo and turned it over so she could glue the back. Her tongue stuck out as she concentrated on applying the right amount of glue; she was a perfectionist. As she worked on gluing the photo to the scrapbook paper, Camille scanned the photographs she had collected, trying to settle on the next one to put in the book.

Drake came into the room with Luna in his arms. His eyes widened in mock surprise and he gasped, ‘Look, Luna, there they are!’

Luna nuzzled her face into Drake’s neck as he carried her across to Camille and Lily. Drake ruffled Lily’s hair and leaned down to kiss Camille on the cheek. ‘You guys scrapbooking?’ he asked, settling down on the sofa. Luna clambered over him, warbling to herself.

‘I’m helping with the glue!’ Lily said with a burst of pride.

‘That’s great, honey. You’re so helpful,’ Drake told her, giving her a warm smile. Lily grinned and bounced up and down on her heels, pleased to receive praise from Drake. She idolised her father; everything he did was met with wonder by Lily. Their bond was a deep one and everyone knew it.

‘You look stunning in this photo,’ Drake said to Camille, picking up a photograph of them on their wedding day. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled down on the image. ‘God, I felt so lucky. I still am.’

Camille leaned against Drake’s legs and let her head fall back so she could look up at him. Drake was still smiling at the photo, studying the details.

‘I’ll put that in next then,’ Camille murmured. Drake grinned and handed her the photograph. Camille passed it to Lily who applied just the right amount of glue, while Camille wrote a caption in her loopy handwriting.

‘Our wedding day. I think we are listening to Olivia’s speech?’

Olivia’s Speech

Olivia made her way up to the stage and shook her shoulders out, adopting a haughty pose. She cleared her throat down the microphone, not wanting to beg for attention. These people could just stop their laughing and merriment right now and listen to her speak.

She looked out at Drake and Camille who were sitting together, practically glowing. It was their wedding day; the happiest day of their life together so far. Camille had taken her veil off so she could relax a little, while Drake had taken off his suit jacket. His hand was clasped around hers as they spoke to each other, smiling and laughing.

Olivia’s heart tugged. She didn’t believe in love, not really. She viewed being in love as a negative trait, comparing it to willingly volunteering yourself to stand in front of the firing squad. Why would you want to give your heart to someone who could break it if they wished?

But Drake and Camille were slowly changing Olivia’s mind. As she had watched their relationship blossom, she could see that Drake and Camille had an epic love. A love that would echo through the ages; they only had eyes for each other.

Olivia wondered what that felt like.

Camille caught her eye and nodded, standing up so she could address the wedding guests. ‘Everyone, Olivia is going to make a speech!’ she called out. Everyone shut up and turned to look at Olivia, who was looking down at them all with her lip curled.

‘Jesus, you’re all so rude..’ she muttered.

They laughed.

Olivia sighed. Of course they would think she was joking. Imbeciles.

She cleared her throat. ‘Alright, so as everyone knows, I am the maid of honour. I was asked to write a speech to commemorate today’s event so you all have the pleasure to hear my dulcet tones for the next five minutes.’

More tinkly laughter.

Olivia opened her piece of paper that had her speech written. She exhaled. ‘So, I don’t know if any of you are aware but for a long time, Drake and I hated each other.’

More laughter.

‘No no,’ Olivia interrupted. ‘Not funny. Seriously, we genuinely hated each other.’

The room went silent. Drake was turning pale with wide eyes; clearly, he hadn’t expected Olivia to be so bold.

‘We grew up together but the glue that kept us from really killing each other was our friend, Liam. He was a buffer. We grew up together in the palace, attending lessons; while Liam studied hard, Drake would fall asleep at his desk. I would aim spit balls at him, trying my best to annoy him. As we grew older, we became more hostile.. My fault. I’ll admit that I have said some truly terrible things to Drake in the past, things I’m not proud of..’

Olivia cast a glance at Drake. He gave her a nod, silently willing her to go on. Camille had her arm around his shoulders, her fingers stroking his neck.

‘When Camille came to court, my attention focused on her instead. I don’t know why, I suppose it was because she was American and new blood. I didn’t understand why a waitress from New York was in the palace in the first place. So I tried my best to undermine her. And because my attention was focused on her, I started to see Camille and Drake grow closer.’

She paused and willed her hands to stop shaking; for some reason, recounting her past thoughts made her feel sick. She had changed in the past few years; she was less of a bitch now, more open to having friends. Talking about the past made her wish that she had been nicer, more kind. Especially now that Drake and Camille were her friends. She was the maid of honour at their wedding, for God’s sake.

‘I saw Drake smiling more,’ she said. ‘He would take part in court events, which was new. Often he stayed in the background, looking like a grumpy loser, but something seemed to change within him. Camille would ask him to dance and he would do it. He was terrible, mind you, but he still tried.’

Drake smiled. Encouraged, Olivia went on, her hands ceasing to shake and her voice grew steadier.

‘Camille was inching away from the crown, unknowingly finding her way towards a future that was entirely different,’ she said. ‘I could see that she would look at Drake when she thought he wasn’t watching; she would blush when he joked with her; she would smile differently, more genuinely. I found that I stopped bullying her and I started to get to know her. I soon realised that she was in love with Drake Walker, the boy who never danced and who I would aim spit balls at.’

The room laughed again. Olivia smiled now.

‘I don’t believe in love,’ she admitted. ‘Never have, never will. I find it weak - and I know that is an unpopular opinion. But when I look at you both.. Drake, Camille.. I find that I am starting to change my mind. If Drake Walker, the man who was actually like me; who was cynical and viewed the world through harsh eyes, could find love, and actually be happy.. Then why can’t I? I see how much they love each other, how they are always on the same team. And isn’t that what we all need? We need a team mate, someone who always has your back, who can defend you against harsh words and sharp daggers-’

‘Liv, we’re not going into battle,’ Liam called out, teasing her. The room giggled and Olivia rolled her eyes. She looked at Camille, who gestured for her to ignore the teasing and continue with the speech.

‘Drake and Camille are a team,’ she said. ‘A partnership. I’m so looking forward to watching your next chapter unfold, guys. It’s been an honour to be the maid of honour at your wedding and I can only hope that I’ll get the chance to adopt more roles as your life together goes on.. Ahem, like cool Aunt Olivia for your future babies.’

Camille blushed, looking down at her hands. Drake chuckled and squeezed her hand.

Olivia raised her champagne glass, prompting everyone else to follow. Drake and Camille held theirs up too; a camera flashed, capturing the couple. Olivia looked at them with warm eyes.

‘To Mr and Mrs Walker,’ she said softly. ‘Thanks to you both, I’m starting to see love as something that is all encompassing and good, nothing to be afraid of. I wish you a lifetime of happiness.’

‘To Mr and Mrs Walker!’ the room chorused.

Olivia cleared her throat and fixed Drake with a steady stare, making him lean back in his chair. ‘Drake, if you hurt her, I swear to God, I am coming after you.’

The room laughed, as did the newlyweds, and Olivia gave them both a cheeky wink. She raised her glass in the air.

‘Cheers everyone!’

#drake walker #drake x camille

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master-sass-blast · 4 years

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Weekly Wrambles

...Hi.

(Yes, I know that’s not how you spell “rambles.” It’s for humor.)

So, uh, I know I’ve been pretty quiet for a while. That’s mostly due to needing to take time away from Tumblr so I can actually get things done, and also injuring my arm/shoulder/back when I my laptop’s ‘c’ key went out, forcing me to move to an external keyboard, which threw everything out of whack in my body -yeah.

I have a functioning laptop again, and it occurred to me that I should probably try to interact more with my followers here, generate some content, and practice talking about my projects instead of just posting them and then disappearing.

Bear with me. I’m very shy. (Putting the rest under a cut so it isn’t an assault on the dash.)

CHC Updates: The CHC is still going. I had to stop basically all writing and computer things when I hurt my arm -which was TORTURE--so I haven’t made near as much progress as I wanted. However, I’m still working on stockpiling fics on the weekends. Right now, I’m working on Children of the Gods Part Three, and I’ve got about... four (maybe idk I’m not gonna try and count right now) filler fics done, too.

Do you guys want update posts for word counts/how many fics I have stocked up? I might try doing something like that anyway, but I’m curious to know what y’all want to see.

E-Reader Stuff: I am going to try and make some E-Readers that I could put on Amazon for $2-$3 to earn some passive income. Dunno when I’ll fit writing them into my schedule but... yeah.

I think the ones I’ll start introducing first... are probably the Wild West Magic Using Cowboys/Cowgirls/Cowthems Steampunk thing, the Futuristic Steampunk Cruise Ships in the Sky Love Story that’s Sorta Ala Titantic but Not Tragic, and “DOLLS” (the only one I have a title for oops), which is a dystopian futuristic fic about beauty influencers/entertainers if it was a competitive “class” where they were filmed 24/7 for content... yeah.

A lot of my stories (fanfic, e-reader, or otherwise) are queer focused or inclusive. I’m working on educating myself so that they can be racially inclusive as well (but in a positive, respectful way, of course). If that appeals to you... cool.

(Idk what to say. Why was I made so awkward.)

Novel stuff: I’m also working on a novel series, of which the first book is called “Game On.” It’s kind of a fantasy/sci-fi fusion thing, or as I like to call it, “thinly veiled political/social commentary.” It’s got a main series that’s probably around eight to nine books and some sides series/spin-offs that focus on other prominent characters in the universe, too. I’ve actually got some art of the first main character/narrator (the main series is broken up into two mini parts that have two different narrators, don’t ask me why I did this to myself):

Her name’s Lola -and, yes, she has purple hair and silver eyes. This is because I designed her when I was fourteen, and, honestly? I stand by it. CHARACTER DESIGN SHOULD BE F U N!

She also has special powers.

I can already hear the Mary-Sue comments coming lol.

(She’s a “Glitch,” which --in the universe--means that she gains experience and abilities quickly and has some select abilities; in her case, that includes empathic abilities (her strongest ability) and abilities to make a basic “shield” around her body and fire some energy bolts from her hands (more “defensive” abilities, ala snakes having venom or hedgehogs having spikes).

Anywho. This is just me... trying to be less shy about my various projects. I normally don’t like to share things before they’re completely done because... it feels rude? Somehow? Like, I’m somehow promising a certain product, and then if I can’t deliver it in the time frame or to the scale I promised, that I failed?

I don’t know. But I do know that I want to share my stuff more. So here I am.

Yeah

Tagging my friends and CHC taglist for this to try and get a little traction on this. Want to be added or removed? Just DM me. (If I missed you, I’m sorry; I’m very tired lol.)

@chromecutie, @marvelhead17, @marvel-is-perfection, @leo-writer, @ginghampearlsnsweettea, @lolofangirl, @emma-frxst, @dandyqueen, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @sadstone-s, @rovvboat, @candle-light-writings

#sass speaks #sass writes #my art #my writing #my projects #trying to be brave #my ocs

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banavalope · 6 years

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what do you think tagora’s class is after the friendsim? i personally see knight vibes from him

I’m so excited you asked me this because I’ve been itching to analyze Tagora and the shit we learned in his friendsim route.

So I’m with you, I’m leaning towards seeing him as a Knight but I think I can still make a case for a Thief still, too, so I kind of caught between the two. But Knight seems most likely.

The thing that stands out the most in tagora’s route is his desperate need for control made most obvious when we step into his pristine hivehold. He also insists on guiding the conversation at every point (telling the reader what to do, where to sign, when to shut up), if we still run with the assumption Tagora has some type of anxiety then him needing to be in absolute control of his space and surroundings makes total sense. It all assists in keeping up his act that he has his shit together which I think is more for his sake than it is his reputation’s. We can tell he isn’t as in control as much as he leads us to think he is - evident when the blueblood barges in, an unexpected event that seizes Tagora up and totally throws him off, giving the reader their first opportunity to take the lead in the conversation. Briefly also when he goes to give the Reader his card and notices we’re an alien, he’s the only friend so far to have that sort of a panicked,hesitated reaction requiring him to recollect himself.

Long point short, he’s definitely coming across as putting up a guard. I don’t think anything about his confidence is entirely fake, I DO think he’s more fragile than he lets on.

Space is about creation primarily and in all meanings of the word, so there’s no reason creating an identity wouldn’t fall in the realm of this ESPECIALLY for a Mind-influenced Spacebound, if you subscribe to the idea the true signs’ aspects of each caste have a bleed effect over all their extended cousins. He surrounds himself with the idea of perfection and he hides in it, when something knocks away that facade he can’t handle it and almost neurotically breaks down (like in bad end).

Another thing about space is it’s relation with the Setting, which Tagora is using too for a lot of the same reasons outlined: keeping his hive obsessively clean, his desire to enhance his reputation, I think also Tagora’s route is the first to take us to so many different locations? The general meeting spot of all the sims at least twice, his hive, his bathroom, another part of town, and he’s still the one in command of the Reader finding themselves in these places (this one might be a stretch though). It’s not being lead like a Seer or Mage would, nor is it being controlled and created in the way a Witch or a Maid might do so, despite all my references to him manipulating Space. He’s controlling the environment in relation to him specifically to positively effect himself in two ways I can see strongest: protect himself and benefit himself.

To stand for the possibility of Knight first, Tagora DEFINITELY uses Space to improve and equip himself, as well as protect others (in a loose sense of the word) with it. I already discussed how he’s improving/equipping himself with space, and he does go about “protecting” the Reader with creativity (a Space thing) in offering his legislative services to “get the MC the justice he so craves (for a nominal fee of course)”, and in the good ending where he rolls with the rainbow drinker schtick then decides partnering with us is beneficial to both parties.

For the Thief spin, Tagora shows signs of taking creativity and the setting for himself. Literally he takes space from us in that he’s keeping us at a distance: he deters you - not in narrative but by reaction as a game player whether you had this reaction or not when playing - from wanting to talk with him because he’s charging per word & he doesn’t want you to touch him under any circumstance. He’s not willing to talk about himself unless you want to pay him for it, and he’s not going to tell you things like what his mantra is or how Alternian legal proceedings play out. Figuratively, he runs away with all of the Reader’s ideas, like in the good end like going along with the lie we fashion up about being a rainbow drinker (a clever response), the way he comes back to himself and puts himself into the bit alongside you is almost like he’s taking credit from that point for our ruse, and it all directly comes back towards him in a positive manner. He also wants All The Money, a common link between our two Thief examples in Homestuck.

Ultimately I think Tagora is most likely a Knight of Space but it’s hard for me to commit to it until I get more of his personality. The friendsim gave me huge Thief personality vibes, but the glimpse we get of Tagora potentially being heavily veiled under a persona he’s crafted makes me think Knight, too. Both of these classes have something to do with long roads of feeling comfortable with and accepting yourself for what you are (Meenah declaring that she’s just evil, Vriska as (Vriska) having personal revelations that change her at first until she confronts us with the idea that you don’t need to change in order to do the right thing or potentially even be seen as “good”, Dave and Latula both letting go of their cool guy guards and facing the trauma they experienced as just themselves with no armor ((well, Dave moreso in this regard than Latula))) more than any other class.

I’m not sure what to expect from Hiveswap, Act 2 or future friendsims and mini content, but if we’re gonna see any personal development for the individual characters I’d wager Tagora’s thing being about letting go of his guard and us seeing behind the sly little business boy act he’s got going on to whatever is genuinely underneath, be that just him accepting he’s really as clever as he makes us think he is and he just needs to let go of the act, or admitting that he’s actually much more anxious and overwhelmed and needs to feel like he’s in control of Space to make it through another day hinged.

#Tagora gorjek #long post #I’m not claiming to be great at classpecting #or at character analysis #hell I could be way off with this much speculating #but I just so fucking up on Tagora’s shit rn #I could go on a lot longer about some ideas too but that’d end up with me talking in circles #I’m just super interested in my good space boy #space is such an important sburb aspect and that makes my boy important

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anangelicday-mrwolf · 3 years

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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 53 – Battle and Blight

‘Damn it. Damn it. Damn it...!’

Rael furiously grit his teeth, his eyes trembling, as he watched how the smoky trace of a small missile was slowly dissipating.

The fact that the missile was undoubtedly ejected towards the exact coordinates of the KSA headquarters fanned his fear.

He knew he must destroy the machine Yuhyung just activated.

He could not dare fire himself after the missile; the machine was still whirring under Yuhyung’s hand, and he did not want to be too hopeful and turn blind on the chances that the machine could shoot second or third or more of its missiles.

‘So he wasn’t after me.’

Technically, Deneb was after him, and he was willing to stage a battle right here, right now.

However, he did not want to simply eliminate Rael; he was going to make sure Rael will not be able to thwart Yuhyung’s plan, as proven by his poised stance as he stood between Rael and Yuhyung.

“That should be good enough to practically uproot the entire building, right?”

Asked Deneb, his head cocked a little towards the human.

“You’re correct, sir. And the area within the vicinity will be affected as well.”

“Good. Very good. I can’t make an accomplishment unless there’s something for me to accomplish. I’ll check things out as soon as I’m done here.”

That was when Rael at last released his shaky voice, and Deneb’s eyes directed themselves back onto the Kertia’s face as he was snickering.

“Are you saying you will use the innocent people here for your personal ambition? These people have already suffered on multiple basis, losing their homes and beloved without even knowing why. Why would you shove them into yet another pain? Just... Just why would you do this? Just how much of a big accomplishment do you wish for? Is it worthy enough to push others into forced sacrifice for?!”

“...Now I did not see this coming. You’re actually standing in favor of humans, when you used to be the most hardcore human-hater among our kind.”

Deneb’s eyebrows nearly touched his hairline, as if he were genuinely caught off guard by Rael’s speech, making Rael’s mouth automatically shut.

“Not to mention how you refuse to abort your courtesy, which I find even more surprising. I was expecting you to drop your formality, if not outright curse at me. I didn’t see this coming at all – you playing a head of a clan despite the situation.”

Playing a head of a clan?

Rael was so very inclined to bark at him, to demand if he has any idea what he goes through every single day, when at least for that very moment he was mortified to be dubbed with a title that Deneb also possesses.

Still, the Kertia managed to exercise every last bit of his patience to hold onto his remarks, upon which Deneb made a sinister smile.

“Or is this how you complain how much pressure and obsession you hold for your position? Is that why you are feigning all that elegance and poise and grace, when I wouldn’t be surprised to see Sir Gechutel or our lord to jab me with the most profane of all language? Yes, that must be it, seeing how you still look like... That.”

And what about my looks?

His anger was short-lived, however, and Rael’s hand slid across his face to touch on the bountiful lock of hair draped across a side of his head.

It was true that even after Deneb’s invitation, during which he screamed at Seira before he could stop himself, Rael had not relieved his hair of its new style, for a reason he could not fathom.

He knew he could not blame his tight schedule; it would have taken him mere 5 seconds before bed or during dress-up.

And of course, he told himself a lie when he thought that he did not know why.

It was one of his desperate endeavors to become a head of a clan that will make his father and brother proud – no, a head of a clan just like his brother. Hence he stylized himself in imitation of Razark.

Deneb nodded, seemingly having seen through this.

“So you’re feeling immense pressure for what you have at hand. Why don’t you take this opportunity to just die and hand over the title of the octaclan to me?”

Deneb blurted out, his manner so mundane as if sharing what he had done for the day.

Nevertheless, the contents of his speech were what Rael had not once imagined, and his mind that was very close to being scattered sharpened at once.

“You will die here. And you will not die Rael Kertia. You will die as a gruesomely shameless sinner, brought to justice by my hands.”

Rael’s mouth fell open beneath his mask, his eyes rolling at what Deneb was muttering.

“You lost your war against the patriarchs of Kertia and decided to bring Union into your vengeance upon Lukedonia. And I, Deneb Illiness, will be the one to stop you, betting my life for the task. And so I will save the humans who very nearly lost their future without the knowledge of the cause. Thus the Kertia clan will lose all its authority and radiance, just like the traitorous clans of Lukedonia, with a vacancy available among the octaclans. And I will not miss my chance to win Seira’s heart, since she is particularly fond of humans, as well as the lord’s recognition, to ultimately take over the Loyard clan and replace Kertia’s name with Illiness. That is my dream.”

Rael did not veil his stupor; Deneb’s plan was nothing short of what the traitorous heads of clans plotted against Raizel several centuries ago.

“All the evidence and testaments are ready, partially thanks to this human here. And you must be wondering why I’m spilling all this for you. Simple – you will not make out of this place alive. Like I said, dead men tell no tales.”

“...You think I’ll just watch you doing all that?”

With his head fully comprehensive of Deneb’s scheme, Rael could feel fury tinted with responsibility boiling within.

Ironing the corners of his lips and forehead clean of twitches and wrinkles, Rael fixed his edged eyes upon Deneb.

“What you are attempting is manipulation, calumny, and murder of your kind for your twisted ambition. Have you ever given a thought about what your ancestors would feel if they are to behold what...”

“I’m telling you, there’s reason why time is not altogether powerless upon us nobles. Just look at you, once-the-greatest-trouble-of-noblekind lecturing me, rubbing in my face how you switched your allegiance from anti-human propaganda to become a human-lover, keeping yourself well-mannered even now... Which isn’t like you.”

Not like me.

The idea what had been incessantly tormenting him and ridding him of his sleep ever since his permanent return to Lukedonia mauled upon his calm as if on a cue.

Which is why he could not react on time when Deneb lunged towards him, a rare occasion for him.

“Ugh!”

Deneb’s attack, his pointed hand as a weapon, was not even close to average.

Nonetheless, Rael got to learn how distraction or underestimation can backfire as a fatal weapon.

He succeeded in avoiding the hand that was aiming dead center towards his heart, but instead his shoulder was sliced, skin underneath exposed.

Deneb was relentless with his charges and blitz, obviously not willing to let Rael take the lead of their deadly dance.

Notwithstanding, Rael’s combat experience was still alive and breathing, and he did not change his mind about finishing this battle as quickly as possible.

Which is why once again he called forth his Grandia.

And once again his soul weapon did not return his call.

Deneb made a sickening smile, in the course of his survey on the blonde noble.

“Normally I would have been less than a snort to you. But I heard from that human your soul weapon is unavailable for now.”

Rael made a humongous flinch as he evaded a series of razor-sharp strokes from Deneb’s hands, in the meantime peeking at the human researcher who was awfully peaceful in his observation.

“And I know that you want to capture me, not kill me. You wouldn’t want any of the evidence or testament I mentioned to be published posthumously.”

Deneb smirked like a child at an amusement park as he bickered.

“Given that your soul weapon is not responsive while you are not allowed to kill me, I will surely have a chance against you!”

Rael could no longer hide his dismay, his eyes captivated by Deneb throwing himself forward once more.

“Goddamn it...!”

*****

Meanwhile, at the KSA headquarter

“What the hell is going on here?!”

M-21 shrieked, trying his best to deliver his voice past the ear-splintering siren.

The men gathered at KSA director’s office were in the middle of panic, once the siren ripped its way through all floors, following the duet of a light quake and shatters of glass and concrete.

“What happened?!”

The doctor yelled in frenzy to the transmission just delivered to Taesik’s phone on the desk.

<S-sir, a mini missile just penetrated the wall of the night shift duty room, 4th floor!>

Although it was the time of the day when KSA building is mostly unoccupied, there were few people who were staying overnight for work or getting some shuteye in the said chamber, which was the most densely populated area as of now.

The party’s faces turned pale; they could already see the massacre that took place on the 4th floor.

“So... What’s the casualty?”

Taesik squeezed his voice box in inquiry; as the head of the KSA, he was painfully aware that being dumbstruck with grief was not an option for him.

<Uh... None, it seems.>

“What are you talking about? I can hear the siren as we speak.”

<I-it appears that this missile is not meant to detonate or destroy lives. It resembles a capsule, so I’m guessing it was designed to carry and spray someth... Huh?>

The four humans did not like that the agent’s speech was met with a question mark at the end; unnerved, they repeatedly crossed and exchanged looks with each other.

<W-what the...?! Sir, this missile is releasing gas...!>

Gas? What gas?

Wait a minute.

Could it be the...?

At that point they were reminded of THE gas – the one that Yuhyung used to study as a weapon against Union-affiliated modified humans.

The gas that could not be calibrated as needed in targeting their desired foes, because of which it was canceled and disposed of.

And about which its file was opened and scrutinized by its composer before his departure to Lukedonia.

Without a single word dispensed, they sprinted to the 4th floor.

They had no patience to spare for the elevator to pick them up, so they chose the stairs, which was already clouded with gas that was permeating from the 4th floor.

Taesik and the doctor led the way, their mouths and noses covered with handkerchiefs just in case, and Tao and M-21 soon found themselves at the night shift duty room, the floor hardly visible due to milky-gray smoke.

And they saw a hole with debris dropping from the corners, with beds and desks tossed away from their original positions.

“This is bad. Looks like some of the gas leaked outside on the streets.”

Tao added after poking his head beyond the hole.

“But is it just me, or this smoke kind of... Sticky?”

“I was thinking the same thing, too. That guy must have done something to...”

At then, the doctor and Taesik groaned and wobbled on their feet, and their bodies hit the floor when Tao and M-21 looked behind them.

“Sir! Doctor!”

The two RK’s kneeled to inspect them, and that was when they realized they were surrounded by at least half dozen KSA agents and employees that had lost conscious prior to their arrival.

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Uh... F-first, let’s move them somewhere safe. For now we could make use of the lab that’s...”

Slap!

When Tao reached out towards one man, his hand viciously yanked Tao’s wrist in his grip.

‘W-what in the...?!’

Tao crooked his brows, the man’s force far past moderate, firm enough to astonish a modified human like him.

And the owner of the hand slowly raised himself, his eyes gleaming dangerously, his movement reminiscent of something that people would usually see in zombie films.

The other agents and employees rose in mimicry, their eyes in synchronization as they gazed at Tao and M-21.

The two men froze in sensing how things were definitely taking the wrong turn, and soon enough their audience emitted low growls.

(next chapter)

And thus begin the battle and blight... *Dun dun dun* It surely is a challenge trying to feature separate places all at once as the highlight of this fic is unfolded, but I will do my best. Once this battle is past, the finale will be staged very soon lol. I’m almost there, and I won’t stop until I make it! :D

#korean webcomic #korean webtoon #fanfic #noblesse #frankenstein #lunark #frankensteinxlunark #lunarkxfrankenstein #wolfsbane #Mr.Wolf #AnAngelicDay

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10 Songs I’m Currently Obsessed With

Tagged by: @geekgoddess813

I love music, and my favorites are always changing and shifting and what not lol SOOOOOOOO... if I’ve been tagged in this once, I can do it again pretty much any other time cause it’ll likely always have a bit of difference xD

I’ll link to each song so if you feel like it, you can take a listen! Aaaand of course don’t feel like you have to read every mini paragraph of mine LOL

These are in no particular order~

1: Hate Me- Blue October

The first time I heard this song it honestly brought me to tears. Now my favorite version of this song is an acoustic version that I’ve only managed to hear on Pandora, but I will gladly listen to -any- version of this song. Blue October is a very special group to me, and this song especially hits me really hard, not necessarily for the exact things he’s singing about, but it hits a lot of things I’ve struggled with and thought. It’s one of the songs that is going to forever and ever be on my sona’s playlist.

2: Change (In the House of Flies)- Deftones

So I’ve always love love LOVED this song. Like Hate Me, it makes me feel -very- emotional, this is the song I’m reeeeeally working on doing a solo for because the best way to do a solo is to find a song that just... makes you feel so much you feel it overflowing. It’s also one of the songs I didn’t even think twice before throwing into the playlist of angsty goodness for one of @prettyprompto and I’s current RPs LOL But yeah, it’s a really good song, and I’ve always just been extremely drawn to it.

3: Elastic Heart- (Rock Cover) Written by Wolves

Okay... I’m a SIA whore, but it’s seriously because of this cover of this song. As much as I love the original, to me, this version specifically really conveys this feeling of like, easy easy easy POW. Like I adore how you get the verses, and you just get duder singing and it’s like “oh this is alright” and then suddenly you find yourself with eyeliner pouring down your eyes shouting “WELL I’VE GOT THICK SKIN AND AN ELASTIC HEART” right there with him while the guitars and drums kick the fuck up and AH <3 Just a great cover in my opinion!

4: Gods & Monsters- Jessica Lange

Ever since I performed in my local vaudeville and one of our guys dressed as bride of Frankenstein and performed this, I -loved- it. The performance itself was just... gorgeous. I would share it if I could, but I don’t have permission from the performer and stuff x’D This version especially I adore. It has this air of mystery that the original just doesn’t... and in my honest opinion, it sounds so much less try hard and forced edge. The words they used to replace some of the original lyrics just... flows a lot better to me! Props to that beautiful smokey voice Jessica Lange possesses that I wish I could match ;v;

5: Boom- iBenji

Okay so one of my belly girls and I have been dancing to this for MONTHS, we’re getting ready to do our second performance to this piece (after adding a third person to it too :D) and well... what’s the significance of that? WELL... when you’re performing a dance to a piece... you listen to it multiple times, I’ve probably easily listened to the 2 and a half minute cut of this the goils and I are doing at least 300 times now and I tell you........ somehow I am not at all tired of it. This song is so fucking powerful, and I just can’t help but feel like a badass and bounce around to it whenever I hear it~

6: Hold My Heart- Lindsey Stirling feat. ZZ Ward

So if someone asked me what Iggy and Ashe’s song would be.... well I’d have two answers for yah honestly! One of them would be Fallen Angel from Panty and Stocking, but the other one is this, because this encapsulates the person Ashe was eeeearly early on in the relationship (little miss I DON’T NEED YOU CAUSE I’M STRONG but I guess like... it would be nice to like... have someone to love and love me back...?)

7: Butterfly- Bassnectar feat. Mimi Page

I love the feeling of wonder mixed with power in this one. I always feel like I’m being swept away on a magical and colorful adventure when I hear this. I often find myself picking it up when I start a new drawing or stream (or drawing stream lol). Great song for veil, that’s actually how I discovered this song! A gal did a dance to this with isis wings that looked like butterfly wings and it was instant love~

8: Careless Whisper- Seether

Ever since I heard Sexy Saxophone Guy, I was like “Oh... this song will never be sexy~” HAAAAAHAHAHAHA boy was I wrong...

Now look, I’m not the biggest fan of Seether. Sometimes I like him, sometimes I can’t mash the skip button fast enough, but you can pretty much always bet as soon as I hear the intro to this, I’ll be whipping out a chair and going FULL FUCKING DIVA QUEEN MODE. Also great whenever I need to write something... *ahem*... spicy~

9: Opera 2- Vitas

Okay look, I see Vitas getting a loooooooooot of shit cause of the 7th element song thing and they just kind of assume that all that happens when he hits the stage is he bobs around and makes a bunch of noise (which I’m sorry, have you ever tried to get up and make the noises with the pitch and control he does?! -hard cough- /end rant), but Opera 2 is the first song I ever heard of his and you can bet I was COMPLETELY blown away. His voice was so otherworldly to me and spine chillingly clear. I can see why he’s not a lot of people’s tastes, but hoooooooooly shit, I love this song, and I wish more people knew about it and knew how incredibly talented Vitas is. 5 Octaves of range man ._.

10: I Am The Highway- Audioslave

This song... helped me put a lot behind me and be okay. My cousin actually commissioned me to make her a poster based on this song so I’ve been listening to it a looooooooot lately, which I’m totally okay with because despite the things I associate it with, I adore it. It weighs so much heavier with Chris Cornell being gone now... but this song hasn’t been absent from my ipod/iphone for over 10 years...

Tagging: (Feel free to ignore this if you’ve already done it or don’t feel like it or whatever)

@crowryn-arts @amicitonia @prompto-protection-agent @sjokohama

and uh... anyone else who wants to do the thing!

#My current top 10 I guess #seriously this will change by tomorrow even LOL #there's also way more than 10 but whatever xD #sorry for spilling my guts everywhere on some of these #I'll be sure to clean them up on my way out LOL

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