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We will never go back.. / Endgame Blurb 🌧️
Pairing: Jason x Elizabeth
Featuring the chillest godson, Rei Stark
Extra characters mentioned: Tony, Natasha, Pepper, Steve, Carol Danvers, Morgan, Ava and etc
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Thanos snapped.
We lost.
Now we’re stuck in Avengers Compound watching the panels of people who were dusted off or body not found yet.
There were immediate reports of casualties among the country and civilians running wild.
But at the moment Jason couldn’t care less about that. Half of his family were lost in space, for weeks now, with no signals communication from any kind of satellite or aircraft.
Natasha placed a hand on his shoulder as he gently half smiled, as he hasn’t been seen moving from his seat in the main area in hours. Bruce and Thor were off somewhere in the house, Steve was in the bathroom and god knows where the others are.
He felt a little numb. And who can blame him? He had been punched repeatedly by aliens just a couple of weeks back, his body aching from misery, his eyes swollen from starvation.
He just needed to know they were alright…
Suddenly a rumbling sound was felt across the whole compound, blaring lights from above the ceiling windows and gasps from the hallways. Jason rushed to his feet following Natasha out the door onto the yard, noticing the others just behind them. As he looked up, he saw it. An aircraft being carried down by a blonde beacon of light.
An instant sensation of fear and relief came over him as the ship landed then opened up, watching Tony stumbling out, as Rei followed behind him just as weak and tired. Steve rushed over to Tony and Jason did the same for Rei.
The young brunette fought him off being held upright, as it seemed he was battling a serious wave of thoughts, but it was evident that Rei was basically going to pass out, despite fighting the urge to give up. After a moment of muttering and grunting a few words, he fell into his godfather’s arms like when he was a child whimpering softly as Jason held him close.
His mind didn’t even register that one Stark was missing from the mess.
His wife, as he assumed she was behind Tony and being held upright by Steve for support. But she wasn’t, he didn’t need to think twice about it to know she was dusted like the rest of them…
———
He spent the next couple of hours, playing physician with Rhodes, cleaning up both Stark’s wounds properly, getting them something to eat and replacing their IVs regularly.
They needed rest.
He was only half listening to the radio, he was barely paying much attention to his fellow teammates talking to catch every word or whistle given. He rolled his eyes at Tony’s wordsmith of a tongue, Rei shared the same sentiment apparently.
He didn’t even given himself a chance to properly defend or process the fact that his wife was gone. He lost her twice, once to the damn ice block and the other to a damn mad titan who looked like some rotten plum.
Great going Underwood…
Rei brought him out of his thoughts.
Jason was sitting on the edge of the young man’s hospital bed, playing with his thumbs after delivering him a bowl of orange slices. He looked up to see his godson eating his fruit, poking him with his foot to catch his attention.
“You’ve been awfully quiet since I got back.” Rei said softly, his voice still a little heavy.
He scoffed, “No kidding. I was worried about you.”
“I am 23 years old, I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, right, sure.”
“…okay i did not expect to be stuck in space with some blue girl and dad for half of the time..but still.”
“Or getting our ass handed to us by some ailen freaks.”
“Since when did you fight ailen freaks? Your retired!”
“While you were space, I had to suit up..”
Rei looked up from his bowl once again as it clicked, seeing the bruises and scab cuts on his godfather’s face. He was fighting with his bow and arrow against some of Thanos’s forces, in his green suit once again. He only seen the suit come out once during 2015 Ultron attacked but seen it hung up over the years.
He would never admit it but when he was a child, he even played around with the green mask he wore for the custom piece of clothing. A part of him wishes he got to see it again in action and roast his godfather for it later.
“Don’t start.” Jason said, pointing a finger toward his face.
“I wasn’t thinking about it..” Rei replied quickly, “…are you still hurt?”
“Define hurt.”
“Bullshit answer.”
“Heh yeah..we all lost something here when Thanos freak face showed up..”
“..yeah.”
Rei and Jason were similar when it came to traumatic events in their lives. They will always chat about it and use humor to deflect the thoughts, but most of the time keeping the conversation neutral. And with the recent turn of events, they didn’t even needed to talk about it too much. Only that it hurts.
Jason knew he lost Peter and his younger sister, Olivia. As of right now, he only got Ava at the moment when it came to siblings, as she was somewhere in the compound doing god knows what. Yet, he still had his friends in a way.
“..I uh, I’m sorry about Ma..” Rei said after a brief pause, referring to his godmother, “..she um..”
“It’s okay..I will deal with it later..” Jason said stopping him midway, knowing when it came to approaching a subject like this, it wasn’t natural for his godson.
“..you sure? I mean..you kinda lost her twice here.”
“Thanks for the sucker punch to the gut, bud.”
“I’m not good at this, you know that…well you should know she kicked some serious ass.”
“I bet..was she mad at any one of us?”
“No. I don’t think so..she was mainly mad at the wizard guy and the blue girl’s friend..uh, Star Lord.”
Two of them let out tiny chuckles at the thought of Elizabeth Stark coming up with snarky remarks and give out her iconic glares in annoyance as if they were free handouts. It didn’t last long, because soon enough their faces returned to the neutral tones of pain and frustration.
But at least there was some kind of humor in the affair of this whole situation.
———
5 years later…
To say Jason was a little better was an insult to his own heart. Yes, he was outright heartbroken and closed off from half of the world, as his depression was higher most day than others. The thought of losing his wife and friends still haunted him.
What was he thinking?! He missed his wife so god damn much! The night he found out she was dusted, he pushed it all down and threw himself into working on helping the others instead. It ate away at him for days, not sleeping nor eating as much as he should have been, sitting around looking out at the window with a glimpse of hope in his eyes that she was still alive, was gone.
He cried himself to sleep that week. He made it worse for himself listening to her voicemail and any conversation in his inbox. Twice he lost her, twice he got the message that she was gone with no body to burn or funeral arrangements given for her.
You would think with all the people he lost, Jason would be used to it by now, but no.
Everytime he gains something, he loses something in return. Or vise versa. It was this unfortunate circumstance that played in his head.
He did have some lights in his life though. He still had Pepper, Tony, Rei and Ava. And his latest addition being Morgana H. Stark.
Morgan was everything he wanted and missed when it came to his godchildren. He missed them being little. He knew Tony missed it a lot! She was the only one who called him, ‘Grandpa’ and he allowed it. She acted like Tony in her eating habits but so kind like Pepper with the way she treats others. Her older siblings loved her to death. Somehow she inherited Rei’s sassy attitude.
He could see features in her face that somehow reminded him of Liz for some reason. Her dark loose hair, her soft shaped nose, and even the way she giggled. She was pure Stark.
He would sometimes wake up to Morgan sitting on his chest and saying a soft ‘Good morning!’ As he slowly open his eyes and smile, tickling her belly and putting her down on the floor for she can go to the bathroom and he can get five more minutes of sleep. He knew Rei would handle his baby sister for a little while longer before the other adults got ready for breakfast.
His morning would start with him wearing his sweats all day, drinking coffee and donuts, sometimes he forgot to eat an actual breakfast until Pepper reminded him. He got better, having breakfast every day, but kept his coffee habit and watching Saturday morning cartoons as a comfort for him. Then he would crawl back into bed around 11am to nap.
And wake up around 12:35pm that afternoon.
Laziness would take over, as he would spend his time on the bench outside the front porch and just sit there in silence. Sometimes he would change out of his sweaters and sometimes he won’t. Jason would bring out a set of pens, pencils and other items to doodle in his notebook. Sometimes Pepper would join as she watches the kids play with each other.
Tony was either at work or at home tinkering in the garage with some new item he bought up from his mind.
Other times his mind would wonder off to Lizzie, especially if Morgan asked. She was 5 years old and never met the woman, unlike her older siblings have. Jason would hear Tony saying that she reminded him off Grandma, Elizabeth Stark, as the little girl would giggle.
If Jason was caught watching old videos tapes or looking over old photographs (mainly Pepper’s idea to keep him out of bed for the day, god bless her soul for trying!), Morgan would somehow find him and ask so many questions.
The man would at first hesitate to talk about or even retell the background story of the video tapes Morgan would point to on screen. He never had to explain anymore, since most people in the family knew as much as possible about him. But then he would remember she was only 5 years old and didn’t know any better.
So like anything in Jason’s life he would suck it up like he always did, take a deep breather and smile, before talking about the topic at hand. Even if he wasn’t in spirits to do so, he did it.
And in some way, it helped, telling his younger granddaughter—goddaughter, about her grandmother/godmother. As Morgan would giggle, point to things he didn’t caught onto before and go on a mini rant about what she newly discovered.
It made him forget about the fact that he lost so much weight and time theses last few years. It felt like someone click the rewind button on his life story and allowed Jason to breathe in the fresh air.
Yes, it hurts as the world feels bleak and the pain of losing someone feels like a burden, an open wound that no one took time to sew back together…but sometimes it wasn’t so bad.
Again, he will always lose more than he chew and gain something entirely different in return…
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*CRASHES THE DOOR DOWN*
SURE I'LL ASK!!!!!!!
ahem ahem
17-name 3 things that make you happy
19/20- fabe thing about Day/Night
28- Do you collect anything?
30- what's 1 of the things that never fails to make u happy?
38- fave song?
27- nickname? (Srry idk ur nickname(s) 😭)
18- Do u believe in THE BOO(ghost) or the UEUEUUE(Ailen) or yhe BOOOEUEUEUEUEU (both) or MMM.(none)
26/25- fave color/season and why
(sorry if im weird dude- 😭)
THANK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU YOU AREN'T WEIRD <<333
17 - listening to music, drawing something I like, and being in my bedroom <3
19/20 - Daytime, it feels safer for some reason and in the morning I have loads of time to myself- as for nighttime, I personally hate because it's when I'm most anxious and paranoid. It's just torture hours for me <3
28 - I collect snow globes and Funko Pops!
30 - probably my cat Pebbles- being with her and patting her comforts me a lot.
38 - my favourite song at the moment is either Bobby Sox by Green Day or Physical by Olivia Newton-John :D
27 - online I'm known as Cookie (of course) and in real life I've been nicknamed Pat the Cat by my parents, one time Spare Parts by sister (jokingly), Cranky Old Man by my friends, and my English teacher has also called me a fountain of knowledge :D
Although, I used to be nicknamed Floofsta by my friends, but we don't talk about that/j
18 - For both, kinda? For aliens, I think it's likely there's some form of living organism on some far off planet. Ghosts, not so much, but when I was younger I was told I could see ghosts from how much I stared :>
26/25 - Don't really have a favourite season, but I mainly like spring and summer because of school breaks/holidays :')
I love teals, blues, turquoise, yellows and generally the rainbow!! I just think they're neat!
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Arrival
Etuuya Vannyn | Present Night | Kaningård Cavern
This drabble is followed by Aftermath.
Tuuya stared at the printed notice without really taking it in, their soft hands holding it limply. Their bright green eyes were blank, almost unseeing, their body still. They barely moved within their skin, worms leaden with shock and helplessness.
Hello Matron Superior Vannyn,
We are pleased to inform you that you will be receiving and maintaining Miss Ardoat Lentya as a full matron in Kaningård when she arrives on -
The rest blurred before them.
All that mattered was the name.
The name, and the red trident crisply embossed into the stationary the notice had been typed on.
“Ardie…” they whispered, as if saying her nickname with apology could undo the suffering they’d inflicted on the jade.
The worm swarm shook their head. No use staring at the wall and being miserable; they had to tell the others. She supposedly arrived tomorrow night; no doubt the empire hoped to catch them unawares.
Well, thought Tuuya as they grabbed their silver cane and rose to their feet, stuffing the notice in their sylladex as they walked out of their room, they were going to have to try a little harder than that.
As they walked, they took out their phone, texting all their immediate subordinates; the coordinators in charge of the lab, the kitchen, the young mother grub, the egg incubation room, and so on.
I want things spick and span! Don’t spare the sponges.
A true statement. Also a code to clean up and conceal any suspicious activities, shuffle any mutant grubs and wrigglers to the hidden containment areas or evacuation tunnels, disguise any jades who might be not entirely legal themselves, and purge all their message logs and call histories.
A clumsy job, and the absence of such things would certainly draw attention if investigated, but fortunately, they had an excuse for that.
Viruses could be so unfortunate, Tuuya would comment. Remarkable how this one managed to get even into a cavern system, wouldn’t you know it? Perhaps someone was a little too careless on an online gaming site…or, goodness, pirating movies! The sheer cheek, they’d say, shaking their head in imagined abashment.
Admit to a lesser crime, apparently embarrassed, to conceal a greater one.
Then they made a call, speaking a few sentences before hanging up
“Selene. Take Chroma for a field trip. There’s sandwiches in the fridge.”
Another code. He knew what to do, how long to stay away, to not communicate with them beyond this message until he got the all-clear.
Then they called Uunive.
“Ardie’s coming.” They said lightly, as if the very name was not a heavy weight between the pair of them. “You know how she is.”
Again, they hung up quickly.
Only the worm swarm and their daughter did in fact, know how she was. Or how she’d been, once, kept in this very cavern…
They made it where they’d been intending to go. Curse their slower pace, but they knocked on the door, and opened it to see a dear, familiar frown.
“You have to evacuate.” They said quietly to Ailene. “An imperial agent is on her way. One placed here permanently. You know where to go.”
Their human daughter nodded, the large moths she bred fluttering around her as she immediately went to grab necessities in preparation.
Tuuya noticed, as they left her, some beetles in the hall. Hardly unusual; Uunive had her own swarm of them she communed with. But as these scuttled out of sight, Tuuya noted they were not the same species; similar, but their carapaces were silvery gray.
Unease prickled through the worm swarm, and it took restraint to not start tying their insides in knots. No, surely if the empire was already here they’d be getting their doors broken down by drones this very moment. Or else it would have already happened.
Still. There was something about them…
But they weren’t swarm-white, and there no others besides themself, Gallen, Inshii, and Helixe.
Helixe…
Tuuya cursed themself in Svenska. How could they be so stupid! Their pupa needed them -
No. They forced themself to stop. Helixe would be fine. They had taught it about evacuations, it had learned just like the other at-risk wrigglers…
But they still ached to think of their youngest in other hands, no matter how capable those hands were.
Stress turned to hunger, as it always did. Tuuya sighed, impatient with their own body as ever when appetite struck while they were trying to get things done.
But there was no denying it. They made their way to the nearest fridge in a common room, bereft of other people as they heard distinct activity signaling their orders were being followed.
Ears flicking, they downed a gallon or so of chilled blood in quick gulps. Tuuya preferred it warm, but this was no time to be picky; they needed to stay focused.
Right. Yes. Time to warn Crimew and Florah against visiting. They texted both of their children at once, wishing they had time to send personalized messages to each, but the basic code would have to do.
At least Melina was safe, totally unknown here as she was. Their quadrants were away; Jaskir never visited, Kamala and Vrayan were busy, and Channi rarely left his hive’s grounds to begin with.
They sent all four a warning to not contact them for the moment, again wishing they had time to personalize it to each one, but no, quick was the word when all their quads were mutants.
Tuuya sat down heavily on a chair near the fridge, propping their cane against it before stretching out their limbs and trying to make sure they de-tensed from gripping their bones so tightly.
Just a minute’s rest, then they’d -
Their phone chirped with a cheerful tone, a red trident flashing on the display.
They felt an eerie calm form from the pit of their anxiety. Yes. They had figured the empire had lied in the notice, hoping to make them think they had more time than they did…
…but this was still quite soon.
Ardie, they thought. You deserve to hate me, to punish me for what I did to you. But it’s not just me at risk here; it’s so many others who do not deserve what the empire would do to them.
The drinker hauled themself up, cane in hand, and strode as fast as they could to the nearest elevator to take them to Kaningård’s top floor.
Where all visitors were received.
The doors opened with a pleasant ding not long after they’d gotten in, and they gripped their cane tightly as they exited, a pleasant closed-mouth smile on their face. Wouldn’t do to show off their needle-like dentition right now.
She looked over to them, expression pleasant, her choppy chin-length hair so much more gray than when they’d last seen her. Her face had lines it had not shown before. Yet she looked as calm and relaxed as they weren’t, if intrigued and perhaps a little baffled to see them.
It was all normal. Sickeningly normal.
“Tuuya…?”
Ardoat said in a questioning, almost amused voice.
“Is that you?” She added.
They blinked, then remembered how she had last seen them and chuckled despite their tension.
“Yes, I’m rather bigger than I used to be.” They said with humor, for Ardie had only seen them skinny and with fully black hair. That was three sweeps ago.
Three sweeps that they had, if unintentionally, abandoned her.
“Been through a few knocks.” They remarked, lifting their cane briefly. “But I’m still here, and I…I am sorry.” They said, sagging a bit.
Her face was peaceful. Unsettlingly so.
“It’s fine, Tuuya.” She said.
Her tone was patient. Encouraging.
“Show me what you’ve done with my old home and we’ll call it even.” She added with a light laugh as she walked over to the elevator. They dutifully followed.
“I admit - I got here early because I was so excited. But I should still get right to the incubation room; reports to write, you know how it is.”
They nodded.
“Of course. I’m sure you’ve picked up new brooding techniques we could use.”
She waves a hand. “You know I won’t be able to say until I examine the whole facility and see what needs to be done.” She said crisply.
Tuuya twisted up inside, dozens of worms gripping their ribcage; this was what she should have been doing for the hundred-plus sweeps they’d held her captive here.
Instead Ardie’s knowledge had only been good for tutoring Uunive, kept in a light fog so she wouldn’t leave - wouldn’t remember she’d seen worms or a limeblood, wouldn’t tell the empire.
Camouflage for a monster. A tutor for their child.
That was all she’d been for such a long time.
Because they’d put a worm in her head. Controlled her.
All to keep themself safe.
Tuuya led her to the incubation room, praying the trolls there were ready.
They prayed they were ready.
For they had no idea how to send her away without arousing suspicion. They were trapped.
No harm could come to Ardie without the blame being laid on their head, her blood - literal or metaphorical - on their hands.
Their hunger rose again, but Tuuya had no trouble quashing it.
Guilt easily filled them up instead.
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Torn
(Based on a fake music video/movie my mind thought was real when I was 5)
I tried to write a fanfiction, I really did, but I need to do one of these first. So, AU. You know the song Torn by Natalie Imbruglia? Well this is based on that! Again, interpretation comes from 5 year old me.
So, you know New world by transluigi on ao3? Similar sort of premise but in my Glass Wall universe and it starts out as kids.
Enough set up, let's get to the God damn plot! Luigi's a kid, his family live out in the country, and there's this big hill in his backyard with a tree on top. One day, a portal (aka glass wall) shows up in his back yard and his parents keep him and Mario inside so they don't get iseakied (I hope that's how you spell it).
Well, one night, Luigi sneaks out to investigate. He goes out and goes to touch it when out of the portal pops a kid Bowser, who lands right on top of him. Cue portal closing up behind him, cue Bowser getting upset, cue Luigi comforting him. They get to know each other (E.T. but less ailen), and Luigi gets really attached to Bowser.
That is, until one night another Glass Wall opens up. Bowser hops outta there with not even so much as a goodbye and Luigi gets really upset, thinking that Bowser ran away from him, when really he just went home.
So, the Bros grow up, move out, and go to the city. One day they find a glass wall and stumble their way into it. Luigi relises that this could be his chance to see his childhood friend again! Cue Peach stealing and subsequent "that's not my Bowser... right?"
Well, the bros go to rescue Peach, all goes according to plan, Princess, rescued. After about a week, Luigi goes up to Peach and asks her if there are maybe other large turtles with the name Bowser that are royalty? Peach says no, none that she knows of.
Well, Luigi has to know if it really is his Bowser. He goes to Bowser's castle and at the door he says, "My name is Luigi Mario, I used to live in a house by a hill, and I think I knew you 20 years ago."
They re-get to know each other, and they set up another get together. Before you know it, they start seeing each other every other week. It's like they're kids again.
That is until life hits, and Bowser steals Peach again. Luigi feels betrayed. When the bros go to rescue her, Luigi gives Bowser a piece of his mind. Cue the actual song.
Cue something from the RPG games happening and Luigi having a "we'll talk about this after we save the world" moment.
I'm sorry if this isn't up to par, I just had this idea.
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CROWN OF NEMOPHILAS (2020)
Baby Blue Eyes kind are particularly attuned to the tenderness, innocence, and trust. Associated with a person’s early childhood bond with the father, or other important male figures. A lack of care or true presence from the father often occurred.
The flowers of nemophila are commonly recognized as a symbol for forgiveness, mercy … Thomas had his dark moments as a young father, but he wants to redeem himself. He is aware that he would not wash his name as easily as people may imagine. But it starts with one single step: getting the forgiveness of his own daughter, years after their separation.
✿ One of my 2020 Huevember piece that I turned into a digital piece back then. I did not line it on digital so that's why I loved doing the coloring and the rendering so much!
Neoko Ailen Shinkiseki (OC) is mine.
Thomas Evans (OC) is Zonbi's.
Art is mine.
#Neoko#Neoko_OC#Zonbi_OC#OC#Original Character#Neoko Ailen Shinkiseki#Thomas Evans#Drawing#Digital Art#Digital Drawing#Female#Female OC#Male#Male OC#Artists on Tumblr#Flowers#Flower Language#Nemophila#Baby Blue Eyes
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Guys the brain goblin is at it again.
Synopsis: Camille has been battling with his vampiric starvation for a while now. Prince Laramie offers the one solution he knows, with the possible price of his life looming. The crown prince's empathy is ailen to him, saccharine to a tongue that has been steeped in bitter cruelties.
Scene under the cut!
Camille didn't expect to need blood this soon. He'd had a proper meal a few weeks ago, a quite large one at that. But with the wounds he sustained from the hunters, and the travel him and the prince have been subjected to, he really should have seen it coming.
He should know by now not to ignore it.
The repercussions of his ill-advised actions dawn upon him as he curls himself up against the cavern wall, on the floor a little ways away from their supplies and the collection of glowing moss that grows near it. Everything seems brighter. The smell of the stone and the dampness of the cave seem sharper now.
And is that Laramie he hears?
The sound of the prince's elegant and light steps grate against the vampire's ears, the slight tap of leather shoes against stone floor remind him that yes, this is the one man he didn't want to see right now.
As Laramie steps into view, he shrinks back, not trusting himself to relax in the face of such radiance, such life. He is all too aware of the prince's mortality, and the one thought he'd rather bathe in holy water than act upon floats through his mind.
Wouldn't it be so easy to just drain him now? It'd be no different from a squirrel or a rabbit. Right?
No. No, it wouldn't. He has thought, he has knowledge, he has a different form. A rabbit doesn't have hands, but Laramie does. And never once have those hands hurt him.
"Camille?" The prince asks softly, his countenance brightened with the glow of the moss around them. The low and warm light brings out the shine of copper in his hair, and seems to give depth to his pale blue eyes. "Are you okay?"
No, he's not. The pain of starvation is eating away at him, he feels like his two opposing desires are writhing inside of him, clawing at one another until the victor wins out, and the loser is nothing but blood. But that would be awkward to explain, and he knows the moment the word 'blood' leaves his lips that Laramie would be frightened and leave. He may have said he was okay with harboring a parasite, but Camille doesn't believe that one bit.
Camille just shakes his head, looking away. He can't handle the look of concern that he's sure is painted upon the prince's face. It's already jarring not having to do something as decievingly simple as hide his fangs anymore. Sometimes he forgets he can smile without forcing his lips shut. He doesn't need to sublimate himself anymore.
"Did I do something wrong?" Laramie follows up. He doesn't understand why in the sweet River Mortality he asks that. Why would someone as benevolent and tender as Laramie assume he's done something wrong? He couldn't harm someone even if someone asked him to, in the eyes of the vampire.
"No," Camille answers, the ache resurfacing with a simple movement of his mouth. His instincts expected the warmth of flesh, anticipated it. However, he knew he had to rein himself in. Tense to keep himself controlled, he let his head fall to rest against his knees.
Seeing this movement, the pieces fall into place.
"Oh, I see now." Laramie says, and the knowing tone in his voice is unmistakable. "You need blood, don't you?"
Hearing him ask made Camille do an internal double-take. What? He just said that? With no disgust or judgement? What is wrong with him?
"There is nothing for you to drink down here, oh, I should have known you'd end up like this..." Laramie continues, compassion in his voice. Camille shrinks away as he hears Laramie draw closer, and he can't help but look up from his pathetic position as he feels one of the prince's warm and kind hands on his shoulder.
Camille looks at him for a moment, and then reality seems to shift back in, and he can feel everything. His hunger grows in an agonizing crescendo, tearing at his mind, exacerbated by the fact that Laramie is touching him. He can practically feel the prince's pulse through his touch. And it terrifies him.
"Don't touch me!" Camille lashes out, and Laramie flinches, quickly retracting his touch. Then comes in the guilt, because the look in the prince's eyes was of a puppy whom he'd just kicked. Laramie recovers from his fear as he sees the vampire's saddened expression.
"It's okay," the prince soothes softly. "I know you're probably feeling a lot right now. Will you let me help you?"
"Help?" He answers, "What do you me-" he realizes midsentence, and cuts himself off to cry out "Absolutely not! You shouldn't even be this close! I could hurt you!"
"But it's only going to get worse," Laramie points out.
"But you could fucking die!" Camille retorts.
"I can live with that," he snaps back. "I don't want to get bitten just as much as you don't want to bite me. But what other option do you have?"
As much as Camille hates to admit it, the prince is right. And he can't keep this up forever.
What happens next Camille really doesn't remember. All he remembers is how his mind refused to let Laramie go. How he kept thinking about the fact that he's tarnishing this sweet prince, how he gives himself so willingly to a creature that never deserved his kindness in the first place. He doesn't even remember what his blood tasted like, let alone anything else.
When he phases back in to the world around him, Laramie is in his arms, bleeding. A sudden feeling of nausea floods Camille. He feels utterly sick looking at what he's done to him. He can scarcely speak for this unutterably awful feeling.
Fervently reaching for the prince's spellbook, the vampire flips through the pages, searching for the panacea to this crimson issue.
With the help of Camille's magical prowess, Laramie is returned to health, with the side effect of the tiredness that usually accompanies blood loss.
Camille may be satiated, but he doesn't consider the ordeal worth it, not by a long shot. Laramie is not, and never will be, an acceptable casualty. He cares about him far too much.
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"...Mournful sleep is a terrible thing. A welcome break from a harsh broken reality, and a chance for our mind to catch up to a radically changed world. We may be aware on some level that someone is missing, but it takes a while for our body to recognize who it will never touch again. Unless we forget what it feels like to hold someone, there’s always a hole in our subconscious experience of how we understand the world.
It was in those moments Ailen truly felt jealous for the first time of the Gods’ lack of one. Sure, they didn’t have to consciously process every thought and piece of sensory information. They could leave it to subroutines and background processing. But if ever there was an issue, it could always come under full conscious control. No god was a prisoner in their own mind. They could choose their dreams as they slept. Much how they could choose the time and manner of their birth. How much of their previous lives to keep intact, and what to leave behind without residue.
Surely just as soon as Ailen’s subconscious became overbearing to the point of such jealousies: Sleep crashed down like the decisive blow of a siege."
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Sessions in Ink - Motive
“Why did you start killing?”
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Ouvedhe’s question lingered in my mind, for how point-blank and unceremonious it was. Maybe this will surmise our conversation more readily.
It’s odd that he mentioned Ravalta’s demise.
Just like I did to the magister, the old man put his palm to my chest and blew a hole through it with such an alacrity that the meat and blood were still sizzling in a quivering gap from one side of my ribcage through the other.
Sanathas didn’t look down at what I did to him, though. He was well aware.
I, on the other hand, am supposed to stare into my wound and recite my observations of twitching, half-cauterized viscera to the Director here before I slump over onto the deck.
No different than a lover looking to pry into my life and peel back thousands of years worth of layers to know the real me.
That obfuscation goes for both parties though; after a certain amount of time, the memories become just as inaccessible and dormant in their specificity to my vantage as well.
You only know that something is. You easily forget how it came to be, after a century or more. Likely a defense mechanism of the mind.
That’s what I try to explain to people with shorter lifespans.
I, and likely several others, remember that it happened, and we remember that it is. Very rarely do we recall how, and why, and what the weather was, and where we were, all except for the most profound events.
You can only imagine how jarring it is when something that reaches “is” status suddenly changes. It’s like a background din swelling to a symphonic focus all over again.
The mind can only handle so much time, and so over the course of so many decades folding into each other, we remember isolated instances. Destinations. The voyage between each moment through those years is... Null and insufficient.
I have so many pinpoints across the nocturnal tapestry of my father’s life in mine, though. A night sky of love and pride, honor. I don’t feel honor, not anymore.
I felt it with him, though. Every day.
Every day.
Salevor Havadiel Astraves-d’Astravar inspired my every waking moment, when I was a boy.
And, yes, we are cousin-kindred to the harborfolk. My grandfather was insistent on taking our familial branch in a new direction, a momentum my father maintained and politically could only be realized through my siblings and I.
It’s complicated. You’d be bored if I tried to explain.
Aunt Aurore and young Ailen are doing well enough, though.
But, it was rare to have a time that he wasn’t trying to teach me something; about magic, about artifice - the intricate arcane circuitries both tangible and ephemeral that surrounded us, and about life.
What it is to be a father, to have a family. How to deal with and get along with people. How to bring them together. Because that’s why we were in Suramar, he’d tell me.
We were brought together to defend our home and keep our people.
And that was never lost on me, no matter how hard I’ve tried to distance myself from Suramar and the elves living in it, as odd as that sounds now.
And this isn’t to say I didn’t love my mother, or value her, or learn from her. No, her presence was, and is, just as vital.
She did, after all, teach me how to navigate women, money, weapons...
My God, she could kill a hundred sentinels in full-kit, in her prime. I saw her fight five at once, one night, just sparring. Testing the veterans...
I bet she could still cut someone to ribbons today, feeble as she seems.
Our Holy Mother of the Mourning Razor
My father though, was the mind and will. The heart of our family, and she was his. I learned love from the way he spoke to my mother, the way he treated her and how they worked so perfectly together.
That’s a cruel standard to hold myself to, but I can’t avoid it.
I decide that I’m not good enough to hold myself to that and leave. Fucking up and failing dismally. And I don’t expect the other to understand.
I just expect her to be better off in my absence...
Focus, please.
Yes... He was everything to me, all that I wanted to be, even if I was a horrible student at times, and more prone to take in the world around us than to recuse myself of it in towers.
The irony of which, is, absolutely delicious, but go on.
When Suramar took to its isolation, demonfire raged in the streets from the war. The world shook as the Sundering swallowed everything around us in this... Wall of crashing blue. In the moment, you could gaze skyward and see the flight of demons.
Then the silhouettes of whales and whorls of kelp and strange beasts thrown shocked and oblivious with the force, in the water.
We were all in the streets fighting when the tide came.
THE Tide.
The mother of all ocean views.
After that, we were lost to the years. Then the decades, and centuries. Millennia followed, and in all of it was this urgency my father had to keep people sane and level. To maintain a peace.
In doing that, our family and the ones closest to us were able to uphold their order and hand in the overall social contract. Supplies ran out, though.
Food, most prominently. As any good host, though, wine was shared.
It wasn't until the century or so before his death that I truly saw the burden that Suramar's circumstances took on him. The erosion.
Fear, growing panic. In-fighting and backstabbing. Politics, power plays and all of it... There was no world at large to blunt our culture against itself.
No overarching threat or hope of growth for him to stand against or overcome.
There was wine, and statutory exploitation. Death and isolation. And so much...
Fear.
So much blood, hiding beneath the masks and colors.
He lost his hope, over the thousands of years that followed that day.
We lost our light with it.
I continued to study under his wing, knowing full well he was grooming me to take his place eventually. It was a matter of course - father to son, master to apprentice. What I know now, I gleaned as his understudy, and once it was seen fit for me to continue on, I made my tours of Suramar’s remaining academies before returning to his side.
It would’ve taken longer, perhaps, but most had been subsumed beneath the waves and destroyed.
In my time away, he tried to bring himself around. Asurei’s writing amused him, and he encouraged the historical aspects of it. Deronthel was every bit our mother’s son. I had gone off to learn, he had gone to the Sanctum of Order, to find rank among the First Blade’s armed forces.
Largely, however, my father focused on his days with my mother. Without me there, and with my siblings disinterested, he began to share his work with her in earnest, and before long she was working beside him.
I’d come home to see the two fabricating the networks of arcane channels within sentinel golems. Resolving the layouts and connections of roads and street lights, signage and all else.
So much that I’d gotten used to it. The comfort of them, as if they’d retired from the world. My father had become prone to brooding, though, more and more. His moods were stormy.
Abject rancor would be unleashed in his study. His attempts at connection were backfiring. People were becoming more insular, more... combative and controlling.
More ready to make lines between the haves and the have-nots, nobility and those in the city that labored beneath them, and the stratifications of orders.
We all knew it was consuming him. Stifling his work, increasingly, and not simply in a matter of days, but... Again. Decades. Centuries, all compounding on one another.
There was no crescendo or final moment. What had become worse had become standard. On a chance dusk, as any other, I had returned to the estate to check in on our parents.
My mother sent me for him. She, herself, had become mournful in his wake.
He never raised a hand to her, or directed his rages at us. It was him and his study, dragging and heaving the Beast that Suramar had become in his endless struggle to subdue it, reckon or reason with it. Anything.
I opened the door and found him, that day. Six hundred and seven years ago.
He sat in his chair, at his desk. There were letters on it, never folded or sealed.
My father had taken a letter opener to his own throat, across the collarbone to stifle his own voice. Intent to suffer in silence, I approached and found the light snuffed from his eyes. Faded and glossed, his blood cold and clotted across the woodwork and his own hands.
And yet he sat, palms on the armrests, head hanging as though he’d fallen asleep.
Don’t tell them how you screamed.
But his eyes knew. They stared out at the letters.
Don’t tell them how you ran to his side and wept. Sobbed. Wracking, snot running, praying to an uncaring god and begging that he didn’t do this.
Rejections. Warnings. Threats. Dismissals of good intentions, political back-biting and underhanded deals.
Don’t tell them how you wailed and made his rage your own.
How the only satisfaction you could find was grinding your knuckles to bloody pulp, blow after blow. How you broke shelves and glass and all else with your own fists.
Among them, he left letters for all four of us, each stained in the color of his wound. He didn’t mean it.
This wasn’t him, and this wasn’t for us.
Don’t tell them how you cradled your father’s corpse against your chest.
How they had to pry you away.
How you were covered in his cold blood, and how the scent still lingers in your lungs.
That was my breaking point. The city killed my father, poisoning him over the centuries, a slow and steady rot that anchored into his soul and began to eat him.
As they took his body from us, my logic, the... motive, you’re looking for in all of this was simple enough at the time.
I would find a way to kill the city back.
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I'm trying to get characters down for people red will meet. Its all pretty vague at the moment.
In the far future there are the collony of mars. Going back a bit, there are the people who fight the zombie appolopyce, and before that ailen invasion.
She has crews in all of these.
Mars gives her insanly good hospital care, innoculating her against disease, treating brain damage, near beheading damage, anything (and brought the ghost she was talking too back from the dead [she's not sure how they pulled that one]). Also PT, and any learning she needs. For them she is an elite agent, that they train in what they need.
Now the zombie crew and the ailens are very diffrent. Rather then show a degrading human enviorment in the zombie parts, I want to show humanity being unified. Communication, coporation, group skills are strong here. In contrast the ailen crew is the failing of the above enviorment, with corruption, Parinoia and fear being the things that are bringing society as a whole down.
Of course there is going to be people she reluctantly works with too. People who keep her there with threats or callousness.
(If you don't agree, I'll shoot you, and we will see what you think after you've recovered next time.)
And a betrayal that messes her up pretty badly. Yah. What a way to get trust issues. Learning someone you trusted was a horribly bad judgement on your part , by discovering her torture basement after years of feeling safe at her house. And now that you know, you can see it first hand, and learn that not only does this person who is good at getting you out of hospitals is not only a serial murder, but is also turned on by seeing other people in pain. And you just became too victim, as she knows messing up with you means she can try again later.
And latter means she got you out of the hospital and into her house while you were recovering from surgery or something. And so the cycle repeats, until something breaks. I'm thinking of this crazy in modern day.
-yah that's pretty dark. It started with the statistic of being killed by people you know 80% of the time, Then it met Paul Bernado, and Carla Homolka. Well, not being a rapist, or drugging (In this instance.) but being friends with a psychopath. One who's good enough at omitting details, and presenting things, that it's hard to catch the lie. One thing that stuck in my head, was the cement blocks. Also terrifying psychopath behavior. Yah rather than being serial rapists and murderers, this one has sexual Sadism disorder, in addition to psychopathy.
Yah, I'm going to need to research this more, but it will probably involve mutilation, verbal abuse, trophies, being buried alive, and Red knowing she's into it. Umm, let's move on.
There's also going to be hollocoust. At first, she does have people who have her a place to hide, along with Jews. After everyone's hair was shaved (lice) and they were caught, she was taken to Auchwitz with them. Fun times…
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Welcome to Ravens Borough episode 14
Somewhere in the unheard of town of Raven's Borough…
The contents of this story are nsfw therefore not for children
The shot glass landed on the counter with a clack. As Katelyn twirled a bottle of Pineapple flavored tequila.
"So what brings you to the hearts of steel tonight handsome" Katelyn asked, popping the cap as it foamed up.
"Needed to stretch my legs a bit." Rob said.
"Heard that one before" Katelyn replied pouring it into the shot glass.
"Well it's the truth. Can't stay cooped up in the apartment all the time as nice as that is." Rob said.
"Is that the real reason or the reason you keep telling yourself?" Katelyn asked while putting a blue umbrella in his drink and pushing it towards him.
"That and I need information." Rob said.
"Cryptids, missing people, ailens, ghosts, freaky crawleys?" She asked
"Pretty much yeah, and maybe something about the Vancanny files." Rob said.
"Never heard of it" Katelyn said
"Fair. It does sound very made up." Rob said.
"Probably is" she said pouring herself a shot glass of a random bottle
"Sounds intriguing though. Vancanny files" Katelyn said gesturing her hands as if she was spelling it out Infront of her
"It's something Veronica Madison has. Not sure what it's about exactly but she's sort of stuck in it." Rob said.
"I would refrain from using full and or real names around here" Katelyn said looking around
"Fair enough, the point still stands." Rob said.
"I got no information for you. You had to talk to the queen bee about that. But she might not be able to help either" Katelyn said
"Yeah that's fair. In the meantime, whatcha know about aliens?" Rob asked.
"I think they should go back to their country where they belong" Katelyn said bluntly
"I meant actual extraterrestrials not immigrants." Rob said with disdain in his tone.
"Ah… they don't exist. I've seen some wacky shit working here but I've never seen an alien" Katelyn said
"Fair enough, cryptids and ghosts it is. Unless there's a meteor that hits carrying some sort of symbiotic goo that is." Rob said.
"Never gonna happen" Katelyn replied
"Exactly my point." Rob said.
"The only cryptid going around at the moment is a creature called the lurker" Katelyn said
"The lurker?" Rob asked.
"Massive spider woman creature that inhabits the tunnels north of her by the woods
"Is she's real no idea this is the only evidence." Katelyn said, sliding him a dark picture with the giant outline of a massive creature with red glowing eyes.
"What the fuuuck. Welp, that's gonna be interesting to look for." Rob said.
"You gonna try the pineapple tequila? Or stare at it all night babes " Katelyn asked gesturing to his drink
"Might as well." Rob said drinking the tequila.
"Its a fan favorite" Katelyn said
"I can see why." Rob said.
"Welp if you're tired of my shit. You might find some interest over there" Katelyn said gesturing
"Over where?" Rob said looking at where she gestured. In the corner sitting alone was a ginger girl with her hair tied up in a pony tail. Who was silently drinking as her wolf ears twitched
"Oh that's definitely interesting." Rob said getting up and walking over to the girl after leaving money on the bar and downing his drink. before Katelyn pulled him close
"Just so you can't say I didn't warn you.. your in for a hell of an interesting night" she said
"What the hell does that mean?" Rob asked.
"You'll find out" Katelyn said walking off down the bar towards other people. With her shirt that said 'all hail the prom queen' on the back
"Fair enough." Rob said, continuing back to the girl. He sat down In front of the girl as she sipped her drink. as Her stunning red eyes slowly moved upward till she was staring at him
"Well that's interesting." Rob said.
"Hmmm..?" She asked
"Your eyes, they remind me of my girlfriends. But besides the point, the bartender pointed me to see you about something interesting and because you seemed quite interesting yourself." Rob said.
"Nope I got no information to offer you" she said taking a sip of her drink
"Really now? Then how come you're drinking alone?" Rob asked.
"I'm just a patron enjoying my drink. I've got no information on cryptids aliens ghosts ghouls or that giant man eating spider you were talking about" she said placing her drink down with a thud
"Fair enough, but you are still definitely interesting. Sitting here alone. So What's your name?" Rob asked.
"My parents named me Ivory so there you go." Ivory said.
"Very nice name. Doesn't answer why the prom queen over there would suggest I talk to you though."
"No idea as for why I'm alone.. well they say that loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind. So do with that information as you will" Ivory said
"Well you definitely have my intrigue." Rob said.
"As do you" she said placing her drink down again
"What exactly do you find intriguing?" Rob asked.
"there is nothing interesting nor unique about your appearance nor personality.. yet something sets you apart from the millions of other people who look and act exactly like you.. hmmmm" Ivory said puzzled by this as she traced the brim of her glass
"Oh? That is intriguing." Rob said. Abit intrigued by her use of bigger and fancier words
"Indeed" Ivory said
"Do let me know if you figure it out. I'm mostly just a dude." Rob said.
"Doubt it I lose motivation easily" she said
"Fair enough. So what brings you here?" Rob asked.
"Could ask the same question.. however i know the answer. so I'n reality we're here for the same reason" Ivory said
"Fair enough. You definitely seem to be well attuned to everything." Rob said.
"Quite" Ivory said
"That's definitely uncommon to run across." Rob said.
"Maybe to those who don't look for it" Ivory said
"Fair enough." Rob said
"Indeed" Ivory said finishing her drink as she slid the glass into a few others..
"You've been here a while huh?" Rob asked as a metal arm sat another glass down In front of her
"She has" Amelia said taking her empty glasses and putting them on a tray
"And what pray tell, have you been drinking anyway?" Rob asked.
"Mango Fruit cocktails" Ivory said
"Ah, fair enough." Rob said.
Ameila walked around behind him to grab another glass and left
"As I was saying, loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind." Ivory said. Rob thought about this statement.. trying to figure out how true this really was as something dawned on him. His buddy's Chris Madison and Orion Sinclair. Both of them were fairly lonely even back in school. They sat alone, worked alone.. now look at them Chris went on to open a robotic company that made some of the most futuristic machines imaginable… though later tanked. And Orion is a master car mechanic who can tell what your problem is just by listening.. two lonely children who became very gifted adults. So he decided that her statement was true at least to an extent.
"Heh, true enough. I've seen enough examples of that, Chris for example. Hell Eva was also a bit of a loner." Rob said.
"And I'm a witch like my mother before me and like her mother before her" Ivory said.
"Ooo, I've been meaning to look more into magic." Rob said.
"There's many different forms. Though many are useless to you as a detective
"Eh, I'm sure I can find a way to make use of magic regardless." Rob said.
"With your track record you'd kill someone and not realize it" Ameila said, placing a glass down In front of him as she walked to the table down the row. She dropped off more drinks at that table as she walked back over to the bar where she froze in place for a minute.
"You good there queen bee?" Rob asked. As Ivory snapped, creating a small flame on the end of her finger
"smoke?" She asked
"Oh man, that's so cool. But no I don't smoke, even if I keep a lighter on me." Rob said, pulling a zippo lighter out of his coat pocket.
"Makes sense" Ivory said shaking her finger as the flame went out
"I'd so love to be able to do that." Rob said.
"It hurts like hell… due to your fire being literally on fire but it can be useful" Ivory explained
"Yeah that's fair." Rob said.
"Magic can take many months to many years to master. " Ivory said waving her hand as a book appeared from thin air and flipped through the pages by itself
"Oh that's definitely neat, I've been meaning to actually look more into learning magic." Rob said. She waved her hand as the book turned to face him
"Oh my." Rob said, looking at the book.
'Devils kiss conjure a bawbling flame upon thy finger for all your utility needs. Show the child show the wife strike a flame under her derriere and make her yours..' and then beneath it said how to do it
"Well that's definitely a description alright." Rob said.
"Not the craziest one in the book but ye" Ivory said
"It definitely seems useful." Rob said reading the instructions and doing them. To no avail
"As I said it's not something you pick up in ten seconds, it takes a while. Ivory said
"Fair point." Rob said he stopped snapping.
"Magic is annoying. I would know I can do a hand full of tricks but even I can't learn some things" Ivory said
"Fair enough. Currently wondering where I can get a book like yours." Rob said.
"Mine is made from magic" Ivory explained as Ameilas ear twitched and she started moving again
"Fair enough. It seems pretty handy." Rob said.
"Would you kindly place your empty cup on the tray" Cylis asked
"Sure" Rob said placing his newly emptied glass onto the tray
"Will I be bringing you a refill?" Cylis asked
"Might as well" Rob said as she walked off
"Hola amiga" Orion's distant voice said as he turned around to see the mechanic with a slight limp coming over
"Oh hey bro!" Rob said.
"Hey hey" Orion said placing two right mirrors on the table
"I won't take up too much of your time here" he said.
"Well at least I can replace the mirror now. Thanks." Rob said.
"Unfortunately that's why I'm here. If you didn't notice I brought two of them" Orion said as Rob realized one was rounder and one was more square.
"Ah I see." Rob said.
"So here's the deal: the square one matches your car's paint. However your left mirror is round. The round mirror matches the left mirror but it's chromaflair. Which means it turns blue under different light" Orion said while gesturing between the two
"That right mirror occasionally being blue is actually kinda cool. And like my eyes." Rob said.
"I'll be taking the round one. It's more interesting." Rob said.
"Round one it is. I'll keep the square one Incase" Orion said taking them both and heading towards the door
"Was gonna suggest that you do anyway." Rob said.
"Your refill good sir" Cylis said holding her tray downward
"Thank you." Rob said, taking his drink.
"And for the lovely lady. One cherry popper" Cylis said as Ivory took the glass
"Well someone's looking for something at least." Rob said.
"Everyone's searching for something. Love.. friends.. parents.. work.. money.. children. Were all looking for something we don't have" Ivory said
"Fair enough. Though I meant you and that cherry popper." Rob said.
"What about it." Ivory said taking a drink
"If I remember correctly, that one's guaranteed to get you laid or something along those lines." Rob said.
"That's what they say. I drink it because it's a good fruit cocktail" Ivory said.
"Fair enough." Rob said.
"I think the question is what are you looking for" Ivory asked tracing the brim of her glass
"Mostly information during the downtime between cases but more friends never hurts." Rob said. Making eye contact with a female staring at him across the room. Her left eye was green and her right eye was black with a blue heart shaped pupil in it. Moving his eye down he found her red flannel opened and a white shirt with a medical symbol on it. She raised her fingers gesturing between her eyes and his.
"I wish you luck on your journey" Ivory said getting up and leaving"
"Fair enough, and I wish you luck on yours." Rob looking back to the female who was now gone said getting up and stretching. He left the hearts of steel walking up the stairs and towards a large parking lot a mile away from the bar where he saw the large vendor truck parked next to the Impala.
"Well the walk sobered my ass up at least." Rob said, walking over to the truck. He gave the secret knock on the doors as it opened
"Good because I don't have the capabilities to tow you and your glorified sedan home" Orion said
"Fair enough. Eva's probably waiting for me anyway, so how've you been?" Rob asked.
"Good good. Finally got my traveling cart running after a few cases of rolling rock and a few slurs" Orion said
"I see that. Looks good. If you could hook up a tow hook it'd be the ultimate vehicle for you." Rob said. Stepping up inside
"Yeah that's unfortunately not how that works" Orion said as Rob looked at all the car parts, and lightbulbs, hoses, and other stuff neatly organized on the shelves
"Never said it would work, I'm just saying it's pretty fitting for you." Rob said.
"Nah It'd probably be illegal because this is a glorified box truck with a door on the side" Orion said
"Hmmm… what about a towing trailer? Nah, that's also probably illegal." Rob said.
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Took a picture of the moon the other day.
I want to invest in a large telescope that I can take many cool images and watch the part of the beauty around but we don't get to see nor be in the moment with it.
Do you ever wonder what life will be like after your gone?
I'm jealous of the inventions I wasn't around to have core memories of new things both in past and present.
Will I ever live to know/see/experience....
Are there aliens? What do they look like? Why has it been so long? Are the ailen sightings true?
Will the people fix the issues or does it just get worse?
Will we have another world war?
Possibilities upon possibilities questions of what, who, when, where, why, how.... dreams or reality.
Could you imagine the possibilities, the first times, the last times, the changes.... everything...
I dream so big for this world, if only we could work together to make things an even playing field and better everyone's life.
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Skyfall
Various Parties | Hanhai Cavern
Tuuya hung up on Platar, breathing a sigh of relief that he had agreed to destroy the Ozryel swarms’ eggshells.
It was the only chance they had of destroying them for good - and if anyone could do it, it was him.
They’d miss him, strangely enough. Even if he was a product of all the empire’s wretched discrimination, they still felt he was not entirely a bad man.
They closed their eyes for a moment. They couldn’t afford to delay long. They just wanted to take Kaningard in, one last time.
The distant sounds of scrabbling animals in the cavern. Their daughters, talking and arguing in the room over. The soft fabric on their skin, clothes they had made themself.
Ozryel had to die. Leave. Whichever.
By extension, so did they.
They opened their eyes again.
They began walking to their daughters.
If only they could say goodbye to their other children…but there was no time. Almost two hundred sweeps, so suddenly cut short.
But wasn’t it that way for everyone, in the end?
They’d brought enough death. They ought to face theirs with dignity.
They poked their head into the dining room.
“Hello, my dears…I hate to interrupt, but Uunive, I need you. Something urgent’s come up.”
Their tone and expression must have made it clear how urgent it really was, despite their attempt to sound calm, because their older daughter got up and went with them, no hesitation whatsoever.
Quickly, they took her to another room and explained the situation.
“It will be very dangerous, and I may not return - ” (they internally winced at the half truth) “ - and…”
They trailed off as they noticed the limeblood wordlessly reach out to touch the cave wall, grab a chunk of it with only the strength of her hand, and then crumble it.
“I’m coming with.” Uunive said, in a tone that brooked no disagreement.
Despite everything, Tuuya couldn’t help a proud but nervous smile from stealing over their face. Their darling girl. So strong and grown-up now.
Grown-up, and about to be alone again.
No. No time for pain. They had to keep moving.
“All right.” They said with a nod. “If you could call Kamala for me, while I gather our weapons…someone has to watch Ailene.”
Their human daughter was still recovering from the loss of her arm. Fortunately, one of their moirails was a docterrorist.
Uunive nodded, and the worm swarm bustled away to review their stock and pack as quickly as possible.
Smoke bombs? Check.
Their laser pistols? Check.
Uunive’s knives? Check.
Superheated blades and a few other emergency items? Check.
They looked at their work outfit, slung on a hanger in their closet, the one they often wore when going on jobs for Chimer.
They’d already altered it once, to accommodate their current body type…and they would alter it one last time, because damn if they would go down without a fight.
As they rolled back their sleeves, white worm tendrils sprung from their arms to work in tandem with their hands, scissors, needles and thread.
A few minutes later, they nodded at the result, satisfied, and changed into it.
Normally they would decry this skimpier style as ridiculous and impractical. For them it was ideal to have more skin to let out tendrils from, and it still covered much of their skeleton and what few organs they had.
With a few swift scissor chops, they cut their hair. Less to get tangled by the other swarms or for them to grab onto.
They’d take along their fireproof armor too. It had certainly saved their skin enough times…and they’d ask Uunive to use her luck psiionics to enhance their weapons too, just in case.
They could only hope they’d stay intact long enough to find and subdue Ozryel.
Hope, mused Tuuya as they went back to fetch Uunive and go, activating their small spaceship for the first time in ages.
Strange that they should have to give up hope that wasn’t even theirs.
That when they should despair, they instead felt calm.
What was there to worry about anymore?
—
Rivali pursed their lips as they saw a missed call from their old friend. Not an uncommon expression for the jade, but one currently laced with worry along with disapproval.
They tried to call Daudre, hanging up when it went directly to voicemail. Then they tried to call Vannyn.
“Rivali?” Said the worm swarm, surprised. “Ah - I’m a little busy right now, what’s -“
“Daudre called me, but left no message. Do you know anything?” They said curtly, cutting in.
Tuuya sucked in a hesitant breath. “Ozryel, Inshii, and Rhyssa invaded Hanhai cavern. Uunive and I are on our way.”
There was a moment’s silence.
“I’m coming too.” Declared the komondor troll.
“Rivali! I know you’re skilled, but you could di -“
The jade hung up on the undead’s panicked plea.
No one invaded their old home without them doing something about it.
Despite the miseries they had suffered under those narrow-minded old wretches, they were far from the only trolls there.
Daudre, the only friend they’d ever had at home. Ashwat, their lineage-mate, kept away from them for fear they’d be a bad influence on her.
Even the stuffy, rigid matrons who disdained their identity did not deserve to die in such a way.
They had fought Ozryel when she’d been in Tuuya’s body, and they had won.
As they checked their weapons and sent a message to Temasek cavern’s matron superior excusing their sudden absence, Rivali found themself eager for a rematch.
—
A short time later, the ship hovered some distance above the desert cavern’s entrance. Tuuya’s dark gray fingers adjusting and focusing the ship’s sensors to see if the other swarms had been bright enough to leave constructs to guard the entrance.
The answer seemed to be no, the pale sand below undisturbed by anything but the wind.
Still, Tuuya took them down slowly, laser cannons primed to fire. They weren’t keen on doing more collateral damage than they had to, but they also weren’t going to give the other swarms even the smallest chance to get in close.
They were glad of it when a massive wasp construct shot out of the sand, buzzing angrily as it got riddled with melted gaps from a round of white beams. The rest of it dodged and reformed before streaming further upwards.
Tuuya pulled the ship back up, g-forces pressing on the worm swarm and their daughter. They cooled the cannons; now it was time to use nature to their advantage.
They slowed a little, a tactic that would make most opponents suspicious, but Rhyssa hadn’t the brains the mother grub gave an ant. It only made her bear down harder as the small ship drifted into a cloud.
The lingering heat from the cannons caused gentle steam to waft around the vessel, cloaking it even further.
As the construct barreled within range on vast wasp wings, multiple wicked pincers extending from it, Tuuya released a little something they’d had Thrixe make for them.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have much of it. This would use up their whole stock.
The construct began to skitter and scratch against the ship’s windows, causing small cracks to splinter across the glass…and then went limp, helpless, rendered impotent by the fungus specifically engineered to feed on undead biological matter spreading through its tissue.
Tuuya smirked as they slowly took the ship down again, watching the massive white insectoid thing fall to the sand and scatter into pieces, going still as it died.
They landed, and satisfied nothing else would jump out at them, strode past the wreckage and the corpse riddled with gray fungus; fortunately, the substance became inert after it did its work, so neither they or Uunive were at risk.
“I cannot wait for the rest of you to perish.” They said lovingly to the splotched, broken body as they went by, stepping over a large segmented leg.
“I do so hope I’m there to see it.”
—
Hirudo panted as she faced down a room full of white butterflies, even though she didn’t technically need to breathe. If she got out of this, she was swatting every single one she ever saw again.
The fuchsia was covered in cuts, her already ratty lolita dress now basically in shreds, and Joey and Neffie were faring even worse as they stood behind her. One of the rustblood’s pedipalps had partially broken off, and Neffie was limping heavily.
Klirro had never arrived. Who the fuck knew why.
She felt their eyes on her as she hefted her heat gun defensively (it was nearly out of charge), but the swirling swarm didn’t attack.
Instead, it spoke to her.
“It would be a waste to kill you.” said some butterflies, pressed together with rapid constructs to make a faceless voice, but it still didn’t quite sound like a troll speaking. It was rustling and oddly-toned, vibrating at random moments and making some vowels in drawn out or overly clipped ways.
“You proved yourself useful to Rhyssa. She would have you dead for your treachery, but I think otherwise.”
Hirudo laughed sharply and without humor, the sound echoing against the stony cavern walls.
“You think I believe that?” She snarled. “You might be elders, but you turned even on Tuuya when they didn’t do what you wanted. I know what our lives would be like under you; I won’t do that to my coven.”
As she spoke, the leech rainbowdrinker swapped her heat gun for a grenade she pulled the pin from and flung at the ceiling in seconds, then grabbed her coven members and made a break for it.
She knew, as the butterflies dove for her in a massive fluttering of wings, she probably wouldn’t make it.
Either the rocks would get her, or the bugs would.
Maybe she could at least throw the others clear of -
A giant rope - no - a white worm tendril - snaked around her and yanked her to safety with sickening speed, pulling her out of the room in barely more than a second.
Barely conscious from the debris that had pelted her body, the razor proboscises that had freshly cut her skin, Hirudo wiped her face clear of blood and dirt with a shaking head.
She gazed up blearily at her rescuer as she was gently set down, Neffie and Joey tumbling out of her arms onto the rocky floor. They groaned as they slid down, Neffie hissing in pain from her bad leg.
Crashing and crumbling noises came from behind them, and while she felt the breeze of a few butterflies escaping, she could tell many had been crushed. The very floor of the cavern shook from the impact, and she knew it would be felt throughout the whole place.
Tuuya smiled down at her with that needle-filled mouth of theirs, and gave her an ironic salute. Uunive stood next to them wearing a hardened expression, prongs on her horns now, and the seadweller could hardly believe it was the same girl she’d kidnapped mere perigees ago.
Beetles hovered around her, for some reason. What…?
“There are matrons’ bodies in a room not far from here, ones we found already dead.” Said Tuuya with sadness. “Make use of them. Heal. Find Rhyssa and kill her, Inshii too if you can manage it. If my contact has succeeded in rendering the other swarms able to die…we will soon know.”
“What about you?” managed the highblood, coughing between words.
“I?” They said, amused, looking back as they already began to walk away, ragged crimson coat waving as they strode side by side with their daughter.
“I’m here for Ozryel.”
—
After the cacophony of the explosion, it was almost eerily quiet in the cavern. Inshii had fled elsewhere, not hanging around to attack the worm swarm and the lime drinker.
Jade blood lay messily spattered across the ancient sandstone passages Tuuya and Uunive descended quickly, heading for the mother grub - and something of equal value.
“The matriorb…” Tuuya said, picking up a conversation they’d had on the ship. Uunive had mentioned feeling certain that the mother of swarms would try to use it for some terrible purpose.
“I can’t imagine why Ozryel would want it, but who knows? I remember when I got ahold of it…it seems so long ago. At first I worried I might be getting tricked, but no, it was a real one. Real enough to earn you a place here…”
They sighed, looking around at the ravaged cavern.
“I hope there are still jades to save. I hope it dearly.”
“There will be.” Uunive said firmly, her beetles fluttering around her.
“Tutu, think. She invaded this place to do something. Maybe it had to do with me, but that can’t be the only reason. She has to want at least some of them alive.”
Tuuya nodded. They had no idea if that was true, but there was no point in arguing, and all they could do was try.
A dying groan and wail came from the cavern ahead, and both undeads’ eyes widened as they sprinted toward it -
- in time to see Ozryel finish slitting the mother grub’s throat by dragging her claws across the exposed paleness, jade blood gushing out of the vast grayish white carapace. It pooled across the floor, flooding over toward the other two undead.
Tuuya wailed, a wretched noise more beastlike than troll, and Uunive yelled in rage.
Ozryel laughed as her strange wings lifted, bird-shaped yet diaphanous in nature. Of course the wretch had white hair as a troll, and pincers at the edges of her mouth. What a lovely family resemblance to her children.
Green eyes. Solid green, the same color as their own irises.
Tuuya’s hatred suffused their every worm as their insides writhed, the swarm eager to kill.
Not eager to die. Resigned nonetheless.
They lifted their laser pistols and began shooting at the ancient creature as she soared up and away, laughing mockingly as she dodged the daggers and laser fire.
–
Rivali had taken a juvenile roc lusus as transport, quickly rigging it with a saddle and throwing on a helmet paired with goggles.
Not strictly with cavern permission, but Hanhai desert was a suitable enough environment for one to spend some time in. It wasn’t big enough to do any major damage, and the local towns were scattered apart some distance from the cavern.
Besides, this was an emergency. They could apologize, do paperwork, and pay the fines later.
The real challenge had been getting the thing to put them down (mostly) safely, but a few bruises were an incredibly minor price to pay for the speed of travel; though at least Temasek wasn’t too far away.
They primly dusted themself off, the roc promptly ignoring them as it looked about for food.
Much as they longed to rush down into their old home, the komondor troll was wary as they entered the tunnels, ears pricked and eyes open for any wretched bloodsucking insects. At the slightest flash of white, they’d have their heat gun trained on it.
They hoped the creatures weren’t disguising themselves as trolls. They would be more difficult to identify quickly…but why would they bother? Much as Rivali hated to admit it, the lack of guards and no sight or sound of anyone so far probably meant the place was already in their grip.
They heard whimpering, and froze.
They peered around the stone corner.
A few jade wrigglers in gray and black uniforms huddled in a hall, and the oldest couldn’t be more than five sweeps, with the youngest perhaps three.
Above them hovered a small cloud of white wasps, making a low buzz.
Rivali waited, wondering why they hadn’t been attacked, then realized: insect eyes weren’t very good, and the light was low. The only illumination underground from the wasps’ own mild glow and the glass-encased torches on the walls, one of which had been smashed and damaged.
They were already clad in their sleek white armor, lightweight to allow freedom of movement, but still offering some protection.
They couldn’t shoot at the swarm fragment right now, not with it so close to the girls.
So they picked up and threw a rock over it, the movement making the wrigglers jump and the wasps rise up in a small, angry funnel, zipping toward them.
Rivali fired.
The heat spread in a burst, melting most of the wasps into white drops dotting the tunnel floor. The few that escaped were dispatched by the flash of their blades, swiping the creatures apart and smearing the last one against the wall with a ringing clang.
The wrigglers huddled together, still scared, though the oldest held a knife in a shaky hand. She stood in front of the others to shield them.
“Wh-who are you?” She said.
“Rivali Tescin.” Said the older jade, not looking at her, already moving on. “Hide somewhere. This will take a bit.”
–
Outside the cavern entrance, one last being had come. Only to witness the curling strands of conflict, not to fight.
Still, she had promised her coven aid. This was not the time when they died.
There would only be two deaths today. She was fairly certain of it.
With red spiral eyes Klirro watched the solitary white butterfly that watched her in turn, and smiled with a mouth full of jagged teeth.
“Inshii.”
Others came to join it, making a throat and voice.
“Klirro.”
“You are not really in this with your whole feeling, are you?” She said gently, lovingly. “You spiral inwards and inwards, not even guarding your sister, letting my coven escape.”
“I assist my mother as she asks.” Said the butterflies in their flat, rustling voice.
“Only as she asks.” Murmured the horrorterror.
Spirals had already started to weave themselves through the tan grains, filling the sand with patterns between the tall, thin undead’s feet. Hot winds blew around and around her, stirring her short hair.
“I ask you, Inshii the butterfly: retreat.”
The butterflies stared at her with their myriad compound eyes, antennae twitching as their wings endlessly beat.
“If I refuse?”
Spirals of twisted, dried organs lashed out at the butterflies, holding them in the air, warping the air so it was solid, angled, like glass, then like liquid, pouring in on each other, physical laws breaking down with spirals of crimson energy.
Klirro laughed. A light, normal laugh, as she held out her open palms under the blaring light of the sun.
“Then you can never refuse a single soul again.”
Inshii, for the first time in millennia, felt fear.
The last of the DeVilles smiled wide, stretching the muscles and bones of the corpse she inhabited.
Yes, Ozryel might be an incarnation of death.
But the second worm had come, and death was due a reckoning.
END
#cloud writes#children of ozryel#etuuya vannyn#uunive semreh#klirro#rivali tescin#inshii#god this thing is a monster. 3.1k#but it had to be
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Being a MOA is like having one bias and four bias wreckers
#moment of ailene#moa#txt#tomorrow x together#tomorrow by together#tomorrowxtogether#beomgyu#taehyun#kai#yeonjun#soobin
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top x ten members for the boyz?
HOLD ON ahdkshdj you want me to choose 10 out of 12 how can I do that I'D HAVE TO LEAVE 2 OUT... can I cheat and do top 5 yep I'm going to 😂
1. Kevin
2. Changmin
3. Chanhee
4. Sunwoo
5. Haknyeon
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#top 10 is so hard to narrow down i feel like i would Cry trying to choose haha#i thought this said top 10 tbz moments at first and i was gearing up to answer it then i read it again and i was like whoa#mail#ailene 🍀
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2021 Faebruary
PELARGONIUM — BOREDOM
"Sometimes, there is no much to do: fooling around, laughing with the others, hiding in the flowers ... This is so ... boring. Why wouldn't it be possible for a fairy to do something more exciting, more ... daring? Something that would really make them feel alive, and not only a small and fragil magical creature."
Devis is a very old character and I think I don't have to introduce him anymore by this time. He is the typical "i-know-how-to-wear-the-pokerface" character, and he feels bored very quickly if something doesn't seem to be worth his interest. He is also very lazy, but it doesn't make him more difficult when it comes to find something which is 'exciting": playing some games with strategy may sometimes be enough for him.
CROCUS — ELATION
"When the ray of light of the morning sun are barely visible, that is the best time for fairies to wake up and to enjoy their daily life. Morning dew has not vanished already, and yet, here they are already moving, floating, flying, dancing ... Is that the feeling of a new dawn on a beautiful day? There is so much to do today, they may as well start their day with joy and elation!"
Do I really have to introduce you Neoko? I don't think so, by now! I really really enjoy drawing her in a typical classical dancing pose. I think it is the best way I can represent the feeling of elation: having a light body moving without any problem, with delicacy. And thus, Neoko is probably the most fitting for that!
THISTLE FLOWER — VENDETTA
"The problem with feelings like anger, hatred, jealousy is that they quickly turn into a strong and negative envy, which pollutes every inch of kindness in a fairy. Suddenly, the urge for destruction and revenge is stronger than anything else. It is not always like a fairy tale: sometimes, being a villain is so ... satisfying."
Misery is my little devil. Turned into a fairy, she would mess around all the time. She is sort of psychotic, sort of crazy, sort of villainous, sort ... Yet, she is a huge antagonist. One of the best thing she is good at is destruction and murder. A charming hobby for a young lady, isn't?
FRITILLARY — ADMIRATION
"People tend to explain that a fairy's birth happens at dawn, at the perfect moment when dew and flower create the perfect cradle. But in reality, some fairies are born under the cover of the night. From the top of their flower, they watch the whole sky, hoping that one day, they can fly as high as the stars."
Ivan is the twin brother of Katya, and he shares many common traits with his sister. But there is one thing that he is unique for, it is his dedication and admiration towards his father. Ivan really aspires to become like him: proud, confident, trustworthy, strong ... But for now, he is still a bit too shy for that.
✿ Last batch of my 2021 Faebruary with one of my favorites ones! That's also my last fulfilled challenge ... I hope you'll still enjoy my artworks though.
Devis Hayes, Neoko Ailen Shinkiseki, Misery Wellsburth & Ivan von Friedholf (OCs) are mine.
Art is mine.
#Neoko#Artists on Tumblr#Drawing#Traditional Drawing#Watercolor#Ink#OC#Original Character#Devis Hayes#Neoko Ailen Shinkiseki#Misery Wellsburth#Ivan von Friedholf#Fairy#Fairy AU#Fae AU#Faerie#Flowers#Flower Language#Crocus#Thistle Flower#Fritillary#Pelargonium#Neoko_OC
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