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violetriorsons · 5 months

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—in a world alone (we're all alone);

a collection of missing moments based on xaden's letters to violet. // pre-FW; iron flame spoilers.

part one.

“sgaeyl watched me kill another cadet for bullying garrick during threshing. she says she chose me for my ruthlessness, but i think i just reminded her of my grandfather.” — chapter 12 (iron flame).

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The number one objective: don't die today.

It's proven to be a shockingly easy goal over the last few hours. A quick glance at the sun in the sky tells Xaden it's the start of the afternoon, and the biggest problem he's faced since Threshing started at nine this morning is the uncharacteristically strong heat for the beginning of October.

It's unsettling — he knows damn well that Fen Riorson's son is at the top of the hit lists of a number of cadets in his year (and the other years, for that matter). And he also knows Threshing is the best opportunity any of them are going to get to finally settle any bets.

It's why when his year dispersed this morning, Xaden had made a point to move in the opposite direction than Garrick and Masen. The target on his back is too big today to risk his only friends.

But so far, it seems his worries were for nothing. The few cadets he's come across over the last four or so hours have paid him nothing more than a wary glare, clearly far more interested in finding their dragons than wasting time trying to run a sword through him.

The dragons Xaden has passed by have also ignored him, both to his relief and mild dismay. The jitters in his chest persist, but for new reasons.

For months, the most common and accepted rhetoric he's heard spread throughout the quadrant is that no self-respecting dragon would go through the disgrace of bonding a marked one. That there's nothing worthy in the children of the people who had threatened the safety of human- and dragonkind all over Navarre.

Up until now, Xaden hadn't let himself dwell on the theory. His priority was keeping himself, his friends, and the rest of the marked ones in his year alive (a feat he's already fumbled, twice). But now, walking through the disturbingly quiet forest, there's no escaping the nauseating fear that everyone was right.

If he'd had the choice, Xaden thinks he might've gone into infantry to honor his father's wishes. He hadn't had the time to figure out for himself what he'd wanted to do with his life before fate and the lost Battle of Aretia had written his destiny for him. Before he knew it, the apostasy had come and tragically gone, and he was suddenly saddled with a hundred and seven souls to keep out of Malek's all-too greedy hands.

Three years ago, Xaden had brokered a deal with General Sorrengail to keep the orphans of his father's allies alive. He knows his father would've abhorred the agreement, but the man had also taught him well about making tough decisions. And making it through the riders' quadrant was their only shot at survival.

But now he's dreading that he might've sentenced them all to a worse fate: if the dragons aren't interested in bonding them, they'll all be doomed to relive their first year in the riders' quadrant over and over until Malek finally decides to collect his due.

Xaden hears the crackling of dragonfire in the near distance— too near for his liking. He quickens his steps as he searches around him in vain for any spot of blue.

Unlike Garrick this morning, Xaden did have a certain dragon from Presentation on his mind. An enormous, navy Blue Daggertail that had left him stunned when he saw it near the end of his deadly stroll yesterday.

He'd stopped dead in his tracks when he'd first caught sight of it, and had Garrick not given him a shove from behind, he's sure that he would've ended up a pile of ashes for daring to look a dragon in the eye for as long as he did.

It was an honest mistake. Xaden had felt something shift inside of him when he locked eyes with the beast, a sharp thrill that lingered long after the first-year cadets had all retreated to their bunks for the night.

Though judging by the icy narrowing of the dragon's eyes as it stared back at him, he thinks maybe the feeling was not mutual.

The thought is reinforced by the fact that he hasn't caught a single hint of her presence anywhere this morning. Idly, Xaden wonders if perhaps the Daggertail had picked another cadet at the start of Threshing, and his mood begins to sour.

But before he can linger any longer on his newfound worries, he hears a familiar shout nearby that has his stomach dropping.

It's Garrick.

All thoughts of the Blue Daggertail are forgotten as Xaden races in the direction of the shout.

The number one objective: don't die today. It goes for himself and especially for his best friend.

Xaden may or may not bond a dragon today. But if nothing else, he'll gladly spend the rest of the day making damn sure his friends make it out of this forest alive.

The shouting continues as he approaches, and Xaden recognizes the voice of Garrick's opponent just before they both come into view.

Prince Alic.

Xaden should've seen this one coming. He'd been too concerned about the target on his own back to consider that his friends have also made enemies in the quadrant all on their own.

The limp-dick, sorry excuse of a prince had wasted no time trying to assert dominance in the quadrant after crossing the Parapet this summer. He's been a terror to most, the Riorson son included, but Alic has had it out for Garrick since he lost to him during assessment week on the mat.

And apparently, he's decided Threshing is the perfect setting to enact his revenge.

Garrick's one of the best in their year when it comes to sparring, but the royal training the asswipe of a prince has under his belt makes him more than a worthy adversary. And though Xaden would be willing to bet that Alic snuck up on Garrick, any matters of honor and dirty tactics don't matter much if Alic makes it out of this forest with Garrick's head in the end.

Rage waves over Xaden and he barely manages to wrangle it back under control so he can slow his steps and assess the situation from a distance.

So far, Garrick seems to be holding his own well enough.

Xaden wavers, unsure of whether to step in or let his friend prove himself to any dragon who may be paying attention.

"I'm betting the prince loses his head."

The unfamiliar, feminine voice startles him out of focus from the fight. He hadn't noticed the giant shadow under his feet that now blankets his immediate area, and when he twists around to look for the source of the voice he finds himself face to face with the navy Blue Daggertail he'd been seeking all morning.

"Holy shit," he curses without thinking, and he just barely stops himself from scrambling backward. Dragons typically don't respond well to cowardice, and he doubts this particular one is any exception.

Her size had been daunting during Presentation, but having her right in front of him now, with her head lowered to his eye level and a bit too close for comfort, it dawns on him what a monstrosity of a creature she is — especially compared to the other dragons he's come across in the field today.

Suddenly, Xaden can't remember exactly why he'd been searching for her in the first place. Does he have a death wish?

The dragon's head moves forward, and Xaden locks his knees in place as she gives him a quick sniff at his chest before lightly blowing steam in his face through her nostrils.

"There's something very familiar about you." Her voice echoes in his head again, and his heart is threatening to break through his ribcage as she stays in his personal space and continues her perusal of him.

Xaden arches an eyebrow. Familiar? "Yeah, we kinda met at Presentation..." His joke falls flat, but he pushes forward. "I'm Xaden —" He stops short of saying his last name, and his earlier fear surges back with a vengeance.

Despite all it's cost him, Xaden has never been at odds with the war his father had started. Their country was corrupt, rotten to the core, and the price Xaden has been made to pay for his father's actions has only strengthened his belief in Fen Riorson's cause.

But would the dragon agree with that?

"Riorson," the dragon finishes for him, rather absentmindedly — uninterested, even — as she sniffs at his hair. She says nothing more, all her focus on her odd inspection of him, and some of Xaden's nerves give way to confusion.

Is it a good sign that this dragon is currently covering his leathers in snot?

As if in response, the dragon chuffs. "Better that than being charred by dragonfire, I would think."

Xaden's eyes widen in return. Did she hear his thoughts?

"Very true," he breathes. He tenses again, keeping quiet as he awaits judgment from the dragon he'd spent all night thinking about.

With no warning, the dragon lifts a claw and swipes it over the upper left side of Xaden's face, too quick for him to see it coming. The claw breaks the skin deep over his brow, nicking the eyelid he'd managed to close out of pure instinct, and digging through the top of his cheek.

"Fuck," he swears without thinking, instinctively lifting a hand to his eyebrow. His fingers come back bloody.

"There," the dragon says, sounding satisfied as she lowers her head to his level again. "Now I see it."

"Interesting word choice after almost taking my fucking eye out." He can't help himself from expressing his disdain as he works to keep the blood from seeping into his eye. "What do you see?"

"I'd given your grandfather a similar scar during his Threshing. It'd been accident then."

Surprise quells the anger. His brows knit together, the movement making the sting from his new wound worse. "You knew my grandfather?" He didn't even know his grandfather. From either side of the family.

"He came before you. But he didn't make it out of the quadrant." Her words are matter-of-fact, but there's an undertone of sadness that has Xaden believing she feels the loss far deeper than he ever could.

"I'm sorry...," he trails off, not sure how he's supposed to address her. He wipes more blood away from his brow before it gets in his eye.

"Sgaeyl," she offers distractedly, her eyes moving beyond him, to the sword fight still being waged in the tiny clearing behind him. "I said the prince would lose his head today. Why don't you go prove me right?"

Xaden turns back around and tenses, cursing himself for forgetting about Garrick.

Blood is now flowing from Garrick's left shoulder but he's paying it no mind as he raises his sword up to block Alic's attempt to slice Garrick's right arm off. As the two swords clash, Alic gets in a sloppy, but effective kick to the side of Garrick's calf that has him going down.

Garrick manages to twist his body last-minute to land on his side and avoid getting the wind knocked out of him. But the maneuver has his wounded shoulder taking the brunt of his fall.

Xaden's moving toward them before he even realizes it, silently drawing his own sword as he approaches. His heart is hammering again as he watches Alic raise his weapon to take the final strike.

Xaden sword is quicker, and he runs it through Alic's back, deep enough that it reappears through his abdomen. Alic's response is a garbled groan, and Xaden lifts his foot to kick the prince off his sword.

Alic falls forward, the force of Xaden's kick sending him face-first towards the ground — right where Garrick is lying.

Garrick rolls out of the way just as Alic hits the dirt. His eyes meet Xaden's with a flash of gratitude as he works to get himself up.

Xaden waits to make sure his best friend is good before turning his attention back to the dying prince, who's working mightily to get up onto his knees.

"You're a... worthless piece... of shit, son of a... traitor..." Alic's rambles are out of breath as he continues to bleed out on the ground.

Xaden hears the dragon grumble behind him, and he can feel the wordless expectation emanating from her as she waits impatiently for him to follow her earlier command. He spares a quick glance at Garrick again, who's retrieved his sword but is distracted by the dragon who's stepped out from the trees and into view.

"Sorry I butted in," Xaden tells Garrick with a sheepish grin. "But I've been asked for his head." He tilts his head in the dragon's direction as means of explanation. Garrick's eyes widen, but he chooses to stay silent in the presence of the dragon, giving Xaden a firm nod instead.

Before he can think too hard about it, Xaden swipes his sword through the neck of the still-rambling royal. The man's head hits the ground with a sickening thud, and Xaden works to keep his breakfast down.

Though not his first kill, it is the first time he's ever decapitated someone. It turns his stomach in the worst way, even as he feels a small twinge of satisfaction in getting to behead one of King Tauri's sons.

Perhaps he's not quite as monstrous as he's come to feel over the last few months — yet.

He's still got a dragon to impress, so he forces down the nausea, compartmentalizes any horror he may feel over adding to his body count, and bends down to retrieve the severed head by its hair.

He turns toward the dragon and tosses the head at her feet, making sure to keep his eyes off the ground and on hers the entire time.

She chuffs in what seems like approval. "Ruthless."

A heady rush of pride sweeps through him, giving him confidence as he admits to her, almost accusingly, "I've been looking for you all morning." Her earlier words about his grandfather finally sink in.

He came before you.

She'd chosen him. And now she's choosing Xaden.

She lets out another chuff. "I woke late. And I refuse to skip breakfast, even for Threshing."

Xaden smiles, glancing behind him to see that Garrick has disappeared. His smile wavers, and he worries over the wound in his friend's arm. Will he be okay to keep dragon-seeking?

"You care a lot for him. And for the others." It's a statement, not a question.

"Yes," Xaden answers anyway. He forces down the trepidation over letting her in on his secrets.

The marked ones and Aretia are who he's dedicated his life to, and there's no point in trying to hide it from her. She needs to know who she's choosing, and what he'll be continuing to fight for. And all the types of monsters he's willing to fight against.

"You carry scars for the ones you're devoted to," she notes. "And now you'll carry one for me as well."

The reminder of the wound on his brow cuts through the adrenaline enough for him to feel the sting again. But her words erase any lingering resentment he may have felt over the scratch.

She steps forward. "Get on my back. The cadet you saved will be just fine, and your other friend has already been chosen. There's no point in spending any more time around here tempting the cadets who'd love to take your own head off your shoulders."

Xaden exhales in relief at the news about Masen, and decides to trust her certainty that Garrick will make it just fine on his own.

He hesitates for just a second, calculating the best strategy to make it up her leg. The gauntlet didn't quite prepare him as well for a dragon of her size. It's a challenge, but he makes it up to her back, avoiding the spikes at her neck, and reaches the divot with only minor embarrassment.

"Didn't you practice?" she chastises him, but her tone is light.

"Of course I did." He rolls his eyes. "But you're huge."

She chuffs. "Wait until you see my mate. You'll see who's the real monstrosity of a creature."

Xaden lifts a brow, fighting the discomfort of her knowing what he had been thinking earlier. "Is that always...?" He trails off, not sure how to phrase the question.

She scoffs. "Get used to it, cadet. I know everything about you. I always will." It almost sounds like a threat.

He nods, mostly to himself, knowing he'll just need time to adjust to it.

As a means of distraction, the dragon formally introduces herself. But she also launches into the sky as she does so, and her words are lost to the wind whooshing past Xaden's ears as he directs his focus on staying seated as she flies high above the trees.

He remembers her earlier introduction, though — her name is Sgaeyl. She's a navy Blue Daggertail, once bonded to his grandfather.

Unbidden, a memory from many years ago of his mother rises to the surface. She'd told him once that her father had entered the riders' quadrant while she was a baby. She never got to meet him.

"Dragons aren't allowed to bond direct descendants of their previous riders," Xaden notes lightly, trying to shake off the heavy feeling that comes from remembering his mother.

Sgaeyl stays silent, and Xaden interprets it to mean that she has little care for any rule that may stand in the way of what she wants. And what she wants at the moment is him.

"I could go mad," he continues absentmindedly. Judging from the excited flip his stomach just did at the thought of being wanted by this dragon, he may already be half-way there.

"You won't go mad," Sgaeyl asserts.

He arches his wounded brow. "And how do you know that?"

"Because I chose you," she scoffs.

He grins at the arrogance, but his chest fills with pride. And anticipation, as he sees the flight field getting nearer in the distance.

Soon, they'll be landing in the field. Soon, he'll be walking up the dais to look the roll keeper and General Sorrengail in the eye and announce the name of his new dragon — and relish in the shocked faces of Commandant Panchek, Captain Fitzgibbons, Colonel Aetos, and anyone else who doubted that a dragon would choose Fen Riorson's son — or any marked one.

Sgaeyl knows everything about him. And she chose him.

Xaden Riorson is officially a rider.

#xaden riorson #sgaeyl #xaden and sgaeyl #fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing fic #empyrean fic #this really got away from me oops #it's way longer than i thought it would be #lina scribbles

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konanyeh · 11 months

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was funnier in my head but anyway this is Lina, who does have pronouns but wears this whenever she doesnt want to be talked to

#she/he btw #mira scribbles #lina #my ocs #one of many actually #i feel bad for my lilguys tho;; i dont draw them as much as i should but i love them a lot

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godblooded · 1 year

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i’m frankly stoked to write and the air conditioning is officially on for the summer lmfao

#ooc. mikkelsen vc: this week on kat valentine's hannibal.#[I’m weird and I love the cold the first day of ac always makes me uselessly hype. no not Atlantic City. central air lmfao.#I’ll be here and on my lina blog making stuff and scribbling. I got memes!! I’m done teaching for today! I love y’all!!]

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geesus-christ · 5 months

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Welcome to the church of geesus Christ

For Ray Toro so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten band mate, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. Revenge 3:16

priests:

@fruityfroggyfelon

followers:

@ireallyliketalldarksultrymen @cultofsheep @rebelrobinrules1984 @nova-the-killjoy @electricguitarhasmyheart @f4y3w00d5 @lina-linalina @xxxsugarcyanidexxx @mikeywayat2005warpedtour @jackeshole @percymcwercy @doingpushupsindrag @undemolitioned-lovers @cyhasanunhealthytgcfobsession @m0thxy @silliest-nuclear-winter @elvirassecretmistrezz @maniacprincessenergy @artistic-scribbles @xxsky-shockxx @emo-crack-cult @the-emo-void-of-space @im-the-son-of-rage-and-lov3 @dicklesssswonder @fayewoods-2/@f4y3w00d5 @undeadzombieez @jamesthedyke @r0cking-r4violi @basment-bunni @cyanide-sodapop @artificalcherryflavor @hyacinthi-mortem @unicornsarereal1980 @fr4nksgr33nt34 @gerardwayyzz @thefatcat-13 @monscrow @maniacprincessenergy @feeble13 @gvmdisease @raine-st0rm @feta-cheese-raviolis

worship leaders:

@faggyv4mpire

🇵🇸free Palestine🇵🇸

#geesus christ

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oh-miniso · 1 year

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WHITE, GOLD & BLUE || TRIGUN STAMPEDE

PAIRING: VASH X MERYL

°☆° warning: interchaning use of names - Vash & Eriks, characters may seem occ, slight angst, not proofread

⚠ do not copy, edit or repost in any other platform

hearts & reblogs are appreciated <3

When Meryl found Vash in a dingy small town, he was unrecognizable with long unkempt hair hiding his face and hollow eyes and no sign of his usual 1000 watts smile or his signature prosthetic and red coat. This man was Vash yet at the same time he wasn't. Lina told her the man was called Eirks.

But it wasn't just Vash who has changed. Meryl was worlds away from her self before JuLai. She no longer donned her white ensemble with blue beret and gold earrings. Now 2 years later, she was all dull and camouflage tones, replacing her precious gold earrings with thin silver ones. Meryl was no longer the young, wild blood chasing after the Humanoid Typhoon but a survivor and fighter - Derringer Meryl.

The first time Vash or rather Eriks saw her in the pub, he felt something was wrong with her person though he couldn't figure out what or why. Lina told him the woman was a journalist working for the Bernardelli News Agency. Try as he might Eriks was unable to tear his eyes away from her form, still searching for faults he couldn't find but subconsciously knew where there. It was only when Lina called him away for lunch that Eriks unwillingly removed his eyes from Meryl's form.

The next time Eriks saw her was during the night - Meryl was sitting in the far corner scribbling furiously in a notebook with a drink on the table. The scene was achingly familiar. Vash remembered white clothes and a blue beret. The face of the owner of the clothes was blurry but the memory brought a small wave of melancholy. He felt he had forgotten someone dear to him.

The next few days Eriks kept observing Meryl from his spot in the pub as she went about her day. He noticed a few things about her:

She was small but ferocious with a determined gaze He wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of her gaze

She kept her notebook on her person at all times and would flip through the pages frequently

She carried around a derringer as if it was an old friend

Whenever she caught him staring, a forlorn smile would grace her face and she'd look away

Dull or nude colours weren't her colors at all

Colors

Dull colors!

That was what was wrong. Those damn colors were setting him off.

With a flame of irritation burning hot, Vash dragged a stunned Merly away to his room, calling for Lina in the process.

"Lina Lina! Bring me my whitest shirt immediately! And my earring. And a blue handkerchief too."

These dull clothes would have to go.

Right now!

Turning to Meryl while frantically pawing at her clothes he told her, "Ms. Stryfe please stop squirming. I'm irritated enough as it is." This made Meryl squirm even more. "Who the hell tries to strip someone and expects them to take it peacefully?" shouted Meryl though it was ignored by a determined Vash.

The moment Vash heard Lina outside his room, the ripped the door off and snatched the clothes rather rudely Lina thought and resumed his mission of getting Meryl out of her clothes and into the white shirt. Off came those silver earrings next to be replaced with his single golden hoop. He regretted not having any blue hat so he made do with a headscarf of sorts as well as he could with one hand.

With the ensemble finally complete, Vash calmed down and stood beside Lina to appraise his work on a flabbergasted Meryl.

"Yes. White, gold and blue. These are your colors. Not those damned dull ones. Please never wear them again. I beg you. I don't remember you yet but I beg you. Please!" His voice cracked at the end and he rushed to envelop Meryl in a tight embrace - a silent promise to not let go.

Meryl Stryfe was White - Innocence & Simplicity.

Meryl Stryfe was Gold - Compassion & Courage.

Meryl Stryfe was Blue - Stability & Trust.

Meryl Stryfe was Vash the Stampede's Home.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash x meryl #high noon at july #fluff #vashmeryl #fluff oneshot #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #tristamp

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kevcanwait · 7 months

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Stray Kids Family

This is for @felixsbrat who loved the idea of one of my posts. I have yet to think of a full blown prompt so here’s silly little inserts.

HAHA Just kidding, while writing the first drabble I ended up creating a full story so 🤪 hehe, goofy times.

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Kai was left in charge of the little ones. Why? He doesn’t even know.

The five and three year old look up at him while he stands with his hands on his waist. “I’m gonna be honest…I don’t know what to do…” He decides to tell them. “Uh, what…uh, what do you guys want to do?”

“Um, can we cuwer?” Yongbok asked him and he scratches his head. “Uh, yeah, where- Do you know where it is?” “I do!” Channie says cheerfully and slides off the couch. Channie walks to Yongbok’s room, the younger also sliding off the couch and grabbing her uncles hand to pull him to the room.

Yongbok’s room was fitting for the young girl, who pulled Kai over to her blue play table where Channie was already placing coloring supplies and coloring books.

Yongbok let go of Kai’s hand, picking her favorite book and opening it, pulling Kai down to the table then sitting in his lap. The toddler pulling his arms to hug her then raising one arm to color in the book, holding on to one of his fingers, thinking it would keep him in place.

He looked up to see Channie coloring a paw patrol (First thing that came to mind 😅) coloring book, heavily focused on coloring in the lines while Yongbok scribbled the best she could since she wasn’t holding the book still.

Kai went to move a hand to hold the book still but the toddler huffed a whine, making her uncle sit still instead.

After Channie colored two and Yongbok one, Channie stood up and grabbed one of his hands. Yongbok fussed and tried to pull Kai away from Channie. “Hey, don’t fuss. What’s up, buddy?” “I’m hungry, Kai-samchon.” “Okay.” Yongbok whines and clings to Kai who just wraps his arm around her and stand up. “There you go, Bokkie. You can stay here.” She whines and hugs his neck tighter.

Walking into his sisters kitchen, he looks around while trying to figure out where everything is before Channie’s pulling his hand again, walking over to the counter next to the sink and pointing to the upper cabinet.

Kai opened it to see Channie’s snacks, the boy reaching up for Kai to pick him up and then leaning to the counter. “Do you usually stand on the counter?” He asked with a smile as Channie pulled out two soft sandwich cookies after Kai placed him on the counter, opening them both and placing his on the wrapper next to his feet before tapping Yongbok’s shoulder.

She only moved her head to look at Channie who smiled softly. Kai smiled at Channie who stood on the counter in the kitchen feeding his cousin bits of a cookie before he even touched his own.

When Yongbok finished her cookie, she nuzzled back into Kai’s neck while Channie moved to sit on the counter to finally eat his. “How’d you know to give her small bites?” Kai asked, bouncing lightly when he saw the young girl start to fall asleep. “I watch Lina-sungmo feed her when they watch me. Bokie doesn’t like big bites.” He muttered as he bit the cookie, some of the icing middle getting on his cheek and Kai moved one arm under Yongbok to reach over to wipe the icing off of him.

“I’m gonna go lay her down. You good up here for a moment?” The boy nods with a smile while Kai goes back to the bedroom to put the girl in bed and tuck her in with her chicken plushie.

Closing the door, he hears Channie land on the tile flooring in the kitchen then hears the fridge open.

Sneaking into the kitchen, he silently bends down to the boys height and then scoops him up with a playful growl as he pretends to eat him. “What are you doing?” He says with a smile still holding the boy in his arms still. “Juice.” He says, pointing at a premade bottle that Kai grabbed and gave to him.

He shut the fridge and moved an arm behind Channie’s legs and scooping him up, the boy giggling as Kai walking to the living room.

“What do you want to watch?” “I don’t care.” Kai smiles and turns the tv on, seeing a child’s channel was left on previously.

Chan crossed his legs in Kai’s lap, his left hand at his side holding Kai’s hand while his other hand held his juice to his mouth.

A few commercials and episodes go by when Channie moved to sit sideways in Kai’s lap and curl up, cup forgotten to the right of them as he fell asleep on his uncles chest.

Kai smiled and carefully carried the boy to Yongbok’s room where his bed was set up on the opposite side, tucking the boy in and giving him his wolf plushie before checking on Yongbok then leaving.

Quietly shutting the door, he sighs.

Walking into the living room, he picks up some toys that he now noticed that must’ve been from before his sister and brother-in-law left with Yongbok’s parents.

He takes Channie’s bottle to the kitchen and rinses it out, putting it on the drying rack. Exhaling a deep breath after a moment to think he moves to the fridge to see what his sister has.

Eventually he surprisingly finds Tteokbeokki, probably because his sister knows he likes it a lot, and then he saw in the cabinet some noodles.

He was putting hot water in the noodles when he heard soft padding and sniffles. Turning around he see little Yongbok, hugging her stuffie closely and rubbing her eyes, tears rolling down her face.

Kai gasps and is quick to go over to her and pick her up. “Bokkie, what’s wrong, jagi?” Kai says soft as he rubs her back. “Baddie.” “Baddie? Bad dream?” she whimpers and nuzzled her face further into Kai’s shoulder. “What happened?” “Eomma and Appa fight…they leave Bokkie.” She cried and hugged her plushie closer.

Kai sighs at his sister’s brother-in-law and sister-in-law. He knew they fought but he didn’t know it was happening so much that Yongbok wound have bad dreams about it.

“Have you had this type of dream before?” She slowly nods and Kai closes his eyes for a moment before exhaling slowly and opening them again. “It’s okay, Bokkie, alright?” He says, rubbing her back.

He turns back into the kitchen, moving her to his hip and going back to making ramen. “Are you hungry? I made me and Channie food but I don’t know what you want.” “Sam-ich” Kai grins and sits her on the counter. “What kind?” “Peanut.” “PB and J?” she nods, holding her hand to her mouth to bite her shirt sleeve and hugs the plushie tightly.

As he’s making the sandwich, Yongbok sits calmly on the counter, young eyes flitting everywhere as she watches Kai move about.

He picks her up to place her on the floor and tells her to go wake up her cousin as he takes all the food to the living room with another juice for Channie and a juice for Yongbok.

She waddles back in, struggling but succeeding at wiggling onto the couch and next to Kai. Channie trudges in with his wolf plush as he sits in Kai’s lap. “Hi Channie. How was you nap?” “s’good.” the boy mumbles as he yawns and rubs his eyes.

“Here’s your juice, I can feed you when you wake up more.” He slowly takes the juice and takes a sip as Kai looks over to Yongbok who placed her chicken stuffy next to her and placed a piece of her cut up sandwich in front of it. The older male smiling at the fact that she was feeding her plush.

While she was distracted by the tv or mumbling something to Channie, he reached behind her and picked up the sandwich, taking a bite and placing it back, giving in to her imagination cause she’s so adorable.

She gasps and shows the sandwich to Kai who plays along, she places it back and glares at her plush for a little bit before turning back to the tv. This time Kai picked it up and ate the whole thing, smiling when she turns back and gasps that the piece was gone, Kai hiding the fact the sandwich was still in his mouth with a bite of his own noodles.

Eventually, they finished eating and Kai put on a movie instead of random shows on tv. The sound of the door unlocking and it creaking open had him looking over. The kids were too focused on the tv, sipping on their juices and cuddled into Kai comfortably under a blanket.

“Hey guys.” Yongbok looked up and smiled with her sippy cup still in her mouth. “Eomma!!” She cried and ran over to the older woman, crying into her shoulder.

“Yongbok, are you okay?” Lina said as Channie got up and ran over to his own mother who picked him up and kissed his cheek.

Kai knew Yongbok was crying cause she was happy her mom was actually there.

“Um…Lina, Seungmin, can I talk to you for a moment?” Kai asked when he made his way over. The two look at each other before Lina hands Yongbok to Jisung and the three go to the kitchen as the others go to the living room.

“What’s wrong?” Kai sighs, not really liking the idea of confrontation but he wants to protect his niece. “Um, I know it’s none of my business but I want to protect Yongbok.” “Did something happen?” Seungmin asked and Kai sighed.

“After Yongbok fell asleep and took a nap, while I was making them food, she came to me crying because of a baddie.” Lina sighs and looks at her feet. “I asked her what it was about and…um, well, she had a bad dream that you two fought and…left her behind.” Lina looks up at that, shock on her face.

She thought it was a bad dream about a monster or something else like she’s gone to them for before. This was completely different as she looks over at Seungmin who had a look of guilt. “I know you guys are having…difficulties but…” He bit his lip as he watches the couple. “Could you fix it just a bit…just so you don’t hurt your daughter anymore? She told me that she’s had them before.” Lina looked back to the male with glossy eyes and nods. Walking past him while wiping unshed tears and into the living room.

“Come on, Yongbok.” The little girl ran over to her mother and hugged her tightly when she was picked up. Kai was wondering where they were going to go since the whole family lives in one house when he sees Lina take the toddler to Hyuna’s room.

“What happened?” Hyuna asked as she walked up. “She woke up from her nap crying. Had a nightmare that the two of them fought and left her behind. She’s also had them before apparently.” Kai finally let his emotions out with a single tear.

Kai loves too much. He’s a ball of awkward shyness wrapped with protectiveness, caring, and sensitivity, protecting a soft heart.

Hyuna reaches up and wipes the tear away before pulling her brother in for a hug, Kai wrapping his arms around her as her own arms wrap around his shoulders. “She’ll be okay, Kai. Alright? They’ll be okay.” He squeezes his arms around her waist before pulling back. “Thanks Hyuna.” “Of course. Now, where’s Bin?”

Kai cocked his head. “What do you mean?” The woman looks at him in shock. “Has Bin been here the whole time?!” He asked and looked over to his brother-in-law before going to Bin’s room and knocking on the door, pushing it open when he hears a noise of acknowledgement.

“Have you been here the whole time?!?” Kai asked, his voice almost desperate and confused. “Uh…yeah?” He asked confused. “I told you that you were looking after ALL the kids, Kai!!” Hyuna yelled and he turned towards her. “I thought he went out!! I didn’t hear a single thing from him!!” He yelled back to his sister.

“Did you go to Yongbok’s room?” “Yeah.” “YOU WALKED PAST HIS ROOM!!” “HES QUIET!!” “Can you shut my door?” The male asks and Kai turns back to him. “Why didn’t you make yourself present? I had no idea you were here.” He shrugs and just points to his tv. “I hadn’t really had a reason to leave my room yet.” He says casually and kai sighs.

“Wait a minute, YOU FORGOT ABOUT MY OTHER SON??!” Hyuna yelled and Kai turned back to her afraid. “I didn’t mean to, I swear!! I honestly thought he left or whatever!!” He defended as she walked over to him, shutting her eldest sons door before dragging Kai to the living room. “Ow! Ow! Hyuna, I’m sorry.” Channie laughs and claps his hands in Jisung’s lap. “This isn’t funny, kid!!” The boy just keeps smiling.

Hyuna was about to chew out her brother when Lina came back out with slightly red eyes and no Yongbok. “She, uh…fell asleep. I’m sorry Kai.” Kai smiles slightly, looking at his sister, afraid as he slowly stood up and walked over to Lina to give her a hug.

“Why are you tense?” She asked. “I forgot Changbin was here.” He says with a sheepish smile.

—-ALTERNATE ENDING—-

“Thanks Hyuna.” “Of course.”

Lina came back out with slightly red eyes and Seungmin who’s expression is unreadable. “Where’s Yongbok?” “Um, sh-she fell asleep after, uh, crying again. I’m sorry, Kai.” She says and Kai walks over to her, giving her a hug and rubbing her back. “It’s okay. As long as it will get better.” “It will. Thank you for telling us.” “You’re welcome.”

They pull away when a teen comes out of his room, headphones on his head as he bobs along to the song playing and scrolling on his phone. “Bin?!” Kai asked confused and he took his headset off. “Yeah?” “Have you been here the whole time?!”

Hyuna turns so fast it shocked Kai before he realized what he said and took his hands away from comforting Lina to raise them in defense. “You forgot about Bin?!” “I thought he left with friends or something!!” “I told you ALL OF THE KIDS!! NOT JUST THE TODDLERS!!”

After a while, Kai’s ear was red and burning from being grabbed and pulled, he never did like getting scolded by his sister…so he forgot a kid, not a big deal right? hehe, oops…

Also, Channie laughed the whole time, sitting in Jisung lap as he watched his Mom scold her brother.

—- —- —-

AHH i actually really like how this turned out 😭 its perfect and I love it so much 🥹 I hope y’all like it too, ugh it’s so good and i don’t say that about my writing often.

The ending was on the spot since I had actually forgotten about Changbin 😅 and IN is missing too because i didn’t know how to add him in 😓 I’ll think of something and maybe add it in later, don’t know yet.

Ugh, it’s so good 🥰

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fishfingersalad · 4 months

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Eta and Iota scribbles <3 they're like 14-15 to me, and they take after Carolina, and Eta takes a bit after Wash (read a fic once where Eta and Iota were based on the Director's memories of Lina and Wash as kids and then just, adopted that into my personal canon.)

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb ai #ai eta #ai iota #mine #my art #mikeys rvb art

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sillyfriendssharingablog · 5 months

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-I will return to the rooms. -Really? -Yes… I'm a little tired… She turned around and didn't wait any longer. Although the rest of the children looked at her with a worried expression, she only cared about moving forward. Ocelot watched from a distance. "Children…" She glanced at him, rolling her eyes in an expression of weariness. Upon reaching the common room, she straightened the sheets on her bed, which was next to Eli's. The wind created by the blankets caused a crumpled paper to fall. She followed the paper ball with her gaze and picked it up, smoothing it out. She would recognize that handwriting anywhere… It was Eli's… and someone else's. Several drawings and scribbles were interspersed throughout the conversation.

"Do you like her?" "Yes…" "And you haven't told her?" "What?" "Come on… aren't you brave enough??" "It's not about that. I am brave. You wouldn't understand, even if I explained it a thousand times. First, I have to settle things with my father. Then… after that… there's her. We'll all leave this place, and I'll take her with me… it will be then when I tell her…" "Awww, Eli is in love." "Don't be stupid. There's nothing wrong with that. She is kind to me, and she's the first person who genuinely cared about me… so I will find a way to tell her… that I love her…" She hugged the paper, and a small tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, folded the paper, and put it in her pocket. She gently lay down on Eli's bed and gradually drifted off to sleep.

IM DYING THIS IT TOO GOOD U R THE BEST LINA!!!!

The writing, the little descriptions, the dialouges, everything is just so *chef kiss*!!!

Maybe I'll make a reference to this in chapter 14 (it's gonna be a VERY important chap)

ILY <3<3<3<3

Azedi's honest reaction:

P.S.: who's the other person Eli's having a comunication with? When I drew this I thought it was a conversation he had with himself, not like in a crazy way but like he was trying to vent. now that I re-read this for the 7th I've just noticed it and Im soooo curious!!

#idk it's supposed to be with Azedi there but I interpted it as such anyway #I'll gift you something back for this I swear #you made Azedi cry I hope you are happy >:3 #mgs #metal gear #metal gear solid #metal gear series #metal gear solid v #mgsv #mgsv tpp #mgs oc #metal gear oc #mgs oc [bloody tiger]#eli mgsv

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nuggets-and-stars · 4 months

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Six! Tickle headcanons?

Katherine of Aragon

babytalks her lees. definitely

also wiggles her fingers above a death spot

will VERY much make her lees ask for tickles if they're being a brat about it (coughAnnecough)

always has an iron grip on whoever she's wrecking

legit didn't know how ticklish she was until one of the other queens poked her in the ribs to get her attention

and she S C R E A M E D

she immediately lies (badly) and says that she just got startled

no one believes her

has a very raspy cackle (after the initial scream)

Anne definitely wrecks her the most out of the queens. But as soon as she first hears Lina's (that's what the fandom calls her right) laugh, her jaw drops. She thinks it's the prettiest thing ever

her ribs and underarms are two major death spots for her

because of Henrat, she actually doesn't like her laugh and attempts to hide it or at least muffle it

hasn't known a day of peace ever since the others found out about her insecurity

Anne Boleyn

the most mischievous mf you will ever meet

she just randomly pokes ppl in the side to see them jump, and acts like she didn't do anything

she thinks it's the funniest thing

when she's wrecking someone, she'll often rapidly switch between places to keep the lee on their toes

she loves teasing whoever she's wrecking

"tktktktktk"

really fucking ticklish though

acts like a brat to provoke someone into tickling her

has a bit of a bubbly, giggly laugh

that you will only hear if she's being tickled

the others absolutely adore it

her most ticklish spots are probably her neck and stomach

she has scars along her neck from the whole y'know beheaded situation. So if you trace them she will lose her shit

often swears and makes threats through her laughter (which are very empty)

squirmer

her cheeks are a massive melt spot

Jane Seymour

a very gentle ler

like so gentle it drives the others up the wall

she teases them with complements. Only complements

she'll say a pun and likely scribble at their stomach or something to get them to laugh at it

"Wow you thought it was funny? I didn't even think it was that funny. :)" ... >:(

is the best at cheer up tickles

either she'll know when you're upset and ask if you want tickles or you have to be very upfront with her

"Hey, Jane? Can you... do the thing..?" "What thing?"

I like to think that they all sometimes give platonic kisses to each other (or romantic if you ship any of them together) so ticklish kisses are very common with Jane

I honestly don't really see her as a lee so if you have any lee hc, I'd love to hear them :)

Anne of Cleves

the scariest ler ever

think of any type of ler, and that's her (that rhymed!)

gives killer raspberries

like absolutely deadly raspberries

playful, gentle, sadistic, you name it

knows exactly what teases to do to get the queens all red in the face

they are legitimately terrified by how she knows exactly how to get them flustered. She claims she's just observant

she'll never admit this, but she likes to see them smile. She sometimes feels guilty that she "had the best" out of the queens, so she feels like she has to make up for that

so I feel like she'd have people pleasing tendencies

like, she's not a people pleaser, just has some tendencies

and only towards the other queens

and don't think the others just let these insecurities fly by

and it turns out, Anna gets flustered super easily when teases are directed at her

and is also super ticklish

has very airy and squeaky giggles littered with snorts

her death spots are her waist and thighs plus a secret third option (her ears)

hates being the shortest out of the queens simply because they can hold her and wreck her super easily (either she or the other Anne are the shortest)

Katherine Howard

OKAY 👏

hated physical touch for the longest time because of *gestures to All You Wanna Do*

but here's the thing, she hated physical touch, but she wanted physical touch

so there's a bit of a problem there

she also saw the queens constantly wrecking each other almost on a daily basis, which she wanted to participate in

they never targeted Katherine because they know that she hates physical touch and they respect that

so Katherine approached Jane and asked if she could tickle her (through many stutters and a bright red face)

Jane ofc happily agreed and just lightly started tickling her

she knows Jane has no ill intent, she actually enjoys being tickled a lot

she became a prime target after that

oddly enough, the queens found her apologizing and often blaming herself for things after that time with Jane

so when they hear her apologize for something that she shouldn't apologize for, she's gone

also if she tries to blame herself for something that wasn't her fault

very much prefers gentle tickles to rough tickles

very giggly laugh, much like Anne (her cousin I should clarify)

a walking tickle spot (but she is uncomfortable with having her feet touch)

and her back is a big melt spot

isn't much of a ler aside from the occasional poke

Catherine Parr

oh this girl

THIS GIRL

honestly isn't much of a ler either

but she will get fed up with one of them. Stare them dead in the eyes, and just wreck their shit

due to being a night owl, she'll get tickled if she's writing late into the night and they're trying to convince her to sleep

but also gets wake up tickles

or tickles if she can't fall asleep

absolutely weak to raspberries (which makes her one of Anna's favorite targets)

can't even say tickle

her laugh gets silent very quickly

her death spots are her sides, underarms, neck, and ribs

EXTRA HC: they give each other comfort tickles if one has a nightmare

And that's all! If any of you have any headcanons I wouldn't mind if you sent them to me via inbox

#sfw tickling community #tickling #tword community #sfw twords #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #six tickles

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emeraldgreaves · 1 year

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Infamous asks! Band name, baby, tattoo, fame for whichever or both of your MCs?

i can write quick answers to these, i naively said about the new OCs before proceeding to do short paragraphs for each.

｡°✩ Infamous MC ask game ✩°｡⋆

Band name: How did they and the others come up with the band name? Has the name changed since it was founded?

Accounts vary as to how and when Stopwatch became Stop The Clock; Tatiana thinks it was Rowan, Rowan thinks it was Iris, Iris thinks it was Seven, and Seven is no longer around to settle the argument. Everyone largely agrees that it was sometime during spring semester of senior year, when the prospect of being an adult started feeling very, very real. Lina and the Seven Sparks was what Lina scribbled in cursive on the call sheet. The cursive led to Luna and the Seven Sparks (yes, they were aware there weren't seven of them). When Seven dropped out, they tried out Luna and the Sparx before someone pointed out the resemblance to Spanx. Under Orion's guidance they switched to SPVRKS to go along with the genre shift. There's some grumbling about it feeling too mainstream, but they're in the BOTB, so they're not complaining too much.

Baby: How do they feel about Jazzy leaving? How are they coping? What are their plans to stay in touch?

Tatiana was accepting of it on the surface; she's chasing fame, but not everyone is, and if Jazzy wants a more normal life then that's her decision. It does prod at the gnawing insecurity she's had since Seven left, the idea that a slow crumble is just as effective as an explosive breakup. But that's not going to stop her from texting her Jazzy a selfie from each city. Lina was understanding but privately devastated; I think Jazzy was the one who best understood some of her anxieties about how things have played out as they moved upwards. But on the flip side, I think she was one of Jazzy and Chris's biggest supporters in the early days; there's definitely a love song inspired by their relationship somewhere in her notebook that she'll ask their permission to include on the next album.

Tattoo: Did they keep the tattoo with Seven’s initials? Why/why not? What was that decision/execution process like? (Bonus: What do they think of Seven keeping their tattoo?)

Tatiana kept it. I think on some level she knows that seeing Seven's initials every day is keeping her from moving on, but she can't quite bring herself to get it covered permanently. Tour might be the last straw depending on how things play out. (Seeing that Seven hasn't removed it threw her for a loop; she fully expected it to be covered by now. Either way, a leather cuff bracelet is now permanently part of her stage outfit. Let's see how Seven likes wondering about her for a change.) Lina kept it because she's too chicken to go through the removal process, lol. Sitting in a chair and willingly getting poked with needles was already her ultimate sign of love for her best friend. She was surprised to see Seven's still intact, but fully expects them to pretend that the LXV on their wrist just means that 65 is their favorite number.

Fame: Do you think your character will enjoy fame? Do they think they will? What elements do you think they might struggle with? Do you think they’ll be happy at the end of this road?

Tatiana will. It's going to be a harder transition for her than she thinks, almost a second coming of age; proximity to Maya in particular will really hammer home that she's becoming a role model for a group of kids who are probably feeling as vulnerable as she used to be. She'll love it, though. So much of her preteen identity was tied up in being a Misfit Alley bandom kid that making it big will finally give her a way to give back to the community basically that raised her. If Lina stops chanting to herself that she's doing it for the music, she'll probably have a breakdown. Going mainstream means a bigger audience, but it that comes with more pressure and more eyes, most of which she wasn't comfortable with in the first place, especially as primary songwriter. She's acutely aware that having creative control also means putting her friends' futures in her hands, and that she's going to have to put her big girl pants on and deal with it if they're going to last. Whether she'll make it remains to be seen.

#ask meme #infamous if #tatiana barlow #lina villanueva

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violetriorsons · 5 months

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—in a world alone (we're all alone);

a collection of small missing moments based on xaden's letters to violet. // pre-FW; iron flame spoilers.

part one. | part two.

“my dad hoped i’d go into the infantry like he did. he thought riders were pompous pricks, and in his defense… we really are.” — chapter sixteen (iron flame).

.::.

at six years old, xaden wanted a dragon.

and well, so did all his friends.

his best friend garrick talked incessantly of how one day he'd have a huge, red dragon that he'd ride into battle against gryphons and wyvern and venin and he'd save all of tyrrendor.

(and xaden would shake his head at the boy's antics — because at six years old, they were both big enough to know that wyvern and venin weren't real.)

xaden's cousin bodhi was convinced he could have two, since he couldn't pick between the colors orange and green. he once wondered idly if there was a dragon that could change colors at his command.

most of his other peers carried similar ambitions, and though xaden couldn't stretch his imagination quite as far as they did, he could still relate well enough to obsess with them over what could one day be.

he wanted a blue dragon. one that would be his best friend and give him cool powers like turning invisible. one that would fly xaden all over the continent, to help rid the world of gryphons and anything else that could threaten his home in aretia.

he'd told his dad about all this once.

"a dragon?" his father exclaimed. "what on earth are you gonna do with a dragon?"

"fight gryphons?" xaden replied slowly, his tone suggesting that the answer should be obvious.

his dad let out a short laugh and ran a hand through xaden's hair. "alright, we can talk about it when you're taller. and when you can eat all the broccoli off your plate without me having to bribe you with chocolate cake for dessert."

xaden had told his mother once too, as she was reading him a bedtime story.

the smile she'd given him in response carried a sadness that deeply confused him (how could smiles be sad?).

"my father went to dragon school, you know," she told him gently. "but he passed away there when i was a baby. so sending you off to dragon school would scare me a little bit."

it was the first time xaden had wavered in his goals for himself. he really wanted a blue dragon. but he didn't want to make his mom sad.

.::.

at fourteen years old, xaden was thinking he could practically see his future beginning to veer in the direction of the infantry.

his father was certainly pushing for it. he wanted xaden to follow in his footsteps — serve in the infantry, and eventually take his place as the duke of aretia.

his mother was no longer around to put in her two cents.

xaden no longer thought about blue dragons. not even as garrick and bodhi and eya continued to toss around the idea of one day joining the riders' quadrant.

his father would wrinkle his nose when he'd hear xaden's friends mention it, and xaden had once overheard him complaining to his aunt about what a pain in the ass most riders were to deal with.

and though xaden tried hard not to think about it — not to think about her — his mother's confession to him all those years ago that she'd be scared of him entering the riders' quadrant was a memory that clung under any thoughts he'd have about joining in on his friends' tentative plans. so much so, that he'd begun to avoid thinking about the riders' quadrant altogether just to spare himself the heavy memory of that sad, sad smile.

he didn't want to upset his parents. so being a rider was almost certainly crossed out of his list of options. along with most of the other choices.

the thought of himself as a healer was ridiculously laughable.

and he had no problem admitting he didn't have the brains to be a scribe.

so whether he liked it or not, all signs seemed to point in the direction of the infantry. it was the most logical conclusion, even if the thought of pursuing it left him with an odd feeling of emptiness.

no, xaden didn't think of blue dragons anymore; he hadn't for a long time now. but deep down, he knew that the last time his mind had touched that idea was the last time he'd felt any sort of interest in his future.

.::.

at twenty-one years old, xaden is the rider of a navy blue daggertail.

he has shadow-wielding powers, and another signet so dangerous that he blatantly avoids calling it what it is even in his own head.

though she'd scoff and mock him if he ever dared to call her his best friend, sgaeyl knows him better than anyone else ever will. just as she had known his grandfather so many years before — the one his mother never met; the one who never made it out of dragon school.

garrick and masen have their coveted dragons, as well. bodhi and eya and imogen and soleil are all currently working to prove themselves worthy of one too.

and at twenty-one years old, xaden is big enough to know that venin were all-too real. that knowledge — (among other things) — had helped to seal his fate in the riders' quadrant.

it's bittersweet, to say the least.

especially when, two months into their second year in the quadrant, xaden finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest with the rest of his squad, a scribe cadet, two healer cadets, and a team of second-year infantry cadets.

he studies the uniforms, the faces, and the intentions of each infantry cadet. he watches their squad leader, and for a moment, he feels like he's getting a flash of what could've been.

they all watch him and his squad warily, and though xaden has put his shields back up, he can only assume that their assessment of the riders falls pretty in line with his father's opinion.

pompous pricks, he'd once called them.

and watching the attitude his squad carries all-throughout the land nav exercise — even after they fail — xaden can't argue the old accusation.

unbidden, a quick flash of his mother's sad smile invades his thoughts, and it feels judgmental as well.

it's not the first time he's pondered the irony of ending up in the riders' quadrant as a punishment after so many years of that option being written off as an unrealistic dream.

xaden wouldn't give up his bond with sgaeyl for anything in the world. the rush of pride, of confidence, of power he feels when he's flying on her back is unlike anything he's ever felt, and it hasn't lessened one bit since threshing last year.

it's the closest he's ever gotten to feeling fulfilled, and he doesn't think anything on the continent could ever compare.

and he likes to believe his parents would understand if they were around to see him now.

#xaden riorson #fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing fic #empyrean fic #these are ending up way longer than i expected them to #lina scribbles

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 11 months

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 45 - A softness settled in it.

Episode 4. Raven: As he laid curled up in his brothers arms about an hour later, sweaty, naked, his phone suddenly rang

Ronan: Do you want me to hand it to you?

Raven: Mmh.. he mumbled sleepy and snuggled his head against Ronan's naked chest No… it can wait till tomorrow. Whatever it is.

Ronan: …. it's Dalton.

Raven: His eyes got wide and he quickly sat up Do you think he heard me?!

Ronan: He chuckled amused and reached the phone towards Raven There's only one way to find out.

Raven: He hesitated a couple seconds then grabbed the phone and picked up Y-es?

Dalton: Hey his voice was soft and dimmed

Raven: Hey a tranquil smile spread on his lips

Dalton: You disappeared…

Raven: Yeah…. I'm sorry his voice instantly sounded like melted butter, a calmness surrounding his body, and he felt as if he was going to melt into the sheets

Dalton: Are you alright?

Raven: Mhh… I'm alright

Dalton: Good.

Raven: …… wondering if he should ask if Dalton heard his little slip

Dalton: ….. I better get back to bed, just wanted to be sure you got home safe.

Raven: He bit his bottom lip lightly, closing his eyes, leaning tighter against the phone as if he was trying to hear every molecule in Dalton's body.

Dalton: Raven?

Raven: Yes?

Dalton: Good night.

Raven: He nodded lightly Good night.

Ronan: He was sitting and observing Raven with an amused smile as Raven opened his eyes again and hung up the phone

Raven: He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but chuckle I don't want to hear it!

Ronan: He chuckled lightly and laid back down I wont say a thing.

Raven: Of course you will! He laid his phone on his bedside table and laid back down next to his brother You're incapable of keeping your nose out of my business!

Ronan: He laughed warmly

Raven: Idiot he couldn't help but chuckle

Ronan: So, did he hear you?

Raven: I don't think so? At least he chose not to comment on it then.

Ronan: I see. And now you're wondering if that means he didn't hear it, or if it means he isn't into it and chose to ignore it.

Raven: You're annoying. But yes.

Ronan: He chuckled warmly

Raven: He shook his head lightly I'm glad you're amused by my misery.

Ronan: ….. a secretive smirk tucking at his lips is there anything I can do to help you get your mind of it?

Raven: He smirked back You can fuck me like you mean it!

Ronan: Loud warm laughter

Lina: She sighed soft all of a sudden

Ragnall: What's on yer mind?

Lina: I suppose it got to me more than I'd like to admit. I had really hoped to meet someone special today… instead they were mostly rude, or simply didn't like me at all.

Ragnall: He couldn't help but smile, now that he knew it had all been on purpose, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel bad that it had seemed to affect her

Lina: I never felt beautiful, but I have never-

Ragnall: Yeh never felt beautiful? he asked surprised how come?

Lina: She wrinkled her nose slightly I think I look mostly like a troll…. well… and I don't like freckles she sighed softly as she looked at her arms

Ragnall: He gestured at his own very freckled face Ouch he chuckled warmly

Lina: She frowned soft

Ragnall: I have far more than you have

Lina: I meant on myself, not others… beside, yours are pale brown and orangy pink tones… mine are… like… she sighed soft diarrhoea spots

Ragnall: He chuckled softly Chocolate sprinkles, if you ask me.

Lina: She smiled soft and felt herself blush again, feeling shy that such a handsome man would pay her such a nice compliment

Ragnall: He quietly sipped his tea

Across town

Dalton: He had tried to sleep for quite a while, but kept failing. So he finally decided to get out of bed and up

Malou: She laid sleeping next to him, wearing only one of his tshirts and panties. She looked soft and pure, and incredible beautiful

Dalton: He grabbed a pack of cigs and walked to sit on his chair, lighting one before quickly scribbling some stuff in his notebook he had thought of as he laid in bed. Possible ideas for lyrics. He sat down, took a drag of the cig, and observed Malou for a moment. How her hair framed her face. The soft breathing. She was deep asleep. His thoughts got interrupted as suddenly someone honked outside. A honk that sounded familiar. He hurried towards the window turned in the direction of the parking space outside, and couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Andy sit on top of his roof, holding a joint and a beer in his hands. He shook his head and signalled to Andy that he was coming down, then quickly grabbed a hoodie and some pants, stumbling out the door while still trying to get the clothes on, quickly peeking back into his room. Malou was still asleep. Good. He ran down the stairs and quickly got some shoes on, then hurried out the front door, and down the stairs and around the house

Andy: He grinned as he spotted Dalton I thought you'd still be awake!

Dalton: He shushed loudly and shook his head as he reached Andy Yeah but Malou is asleep, so can we take this somewhere else?

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely Sure, where you wanna take it? My bed? he grinned wide, then somehow seemed to completely change expression from cheeky to confused to embarrassed, and quickly slid down his front window, jumping off as he landed on his hood Sorry, I didn't mean to he frowned soft and walked around his car, looking sorta lost as if he had momentarily forgotten how to Andy

Dalton: He scratched his hair a bit Should I drive?

Andy: ….. you drive?! he looked surprised at Dalton

Dalton: Not really he grinned cheekily but doesn't mean I can't!

A couple hours later, they were both drunk at the pub

Andy: CHeerS MATe!!! he clinked his beer against Dalton's

Dalton: Cheeeers!!! he chuckled drunkenly and sipped his beer I ssshould be getting home soon though….

Andy: Noooo c'mon have another one!

Dalton: He laughed loudly One more, and thatsss it!

Andy: Fuck yeah!!!

Ragnall: It had been about an hour since Lina had curled up against him to get some heat, or so he assumed since she had gotten progressively more chilly although she kept pretending she wasn't. He found it easy to read her over all. She liked him, or at the very least his company. And as such didn't want to go to bed, the only room in the house with floor heat. As such the only room in the house with heat, since the fireplace wasn't working. So she had tried her best to pretend the cold house wasn't bothering her that much. Until she had finally snuggled up against his shoulder, mid-conversation. She had fallen asleep about 30 minutes ago, and Ragnall had sat there quietly, listening to her breathing. But as his shoulder was starting to sleep and his urge to do something was growing, he slowly wiggled himself lose, stood up and scooped her up in his arms

Lina: Mmhh she instantly snuggled her face against his warm chest, seeking his body heat in her sleep

Ragnall: He smiled warmly, and silently carried her to bed.

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