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THE PRICE OF AMBER : Part 6 of 23

This takes place shortly after MASTER SARGENT (RET.) WARRIN’S HEARTHWARMING

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THE PRICE OF AMBER

Part 6 of 23

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Arianne smiled sadly, “A REAL WAR, Sir? You mean a slow and murderous, scortched earth war with thousands dead? Your ego raised up like a hot air balloon fueled by the rising plumes of smoke from burning cities? No, Sir, I have no stomach for that. I can do it but choose not to, at least not unless I must.

“I have done what I have accomplished for the purpose of creating peace with my neighbors. I hope that when we are done, I will share a drink and table in friendship with them and no need to fight any more.”

Luna spoke compassionately, “Corbiestep, while the final fate of these two who sought to derail your campaign is under the Royal Wing, We, Your Princesses, do wonder what you would do with them, were they under your rule?”

Arianne did not hesitate but returned, “I would place their titles, offices, duties and responsibilities in the custody of one of your choosing. I would place the persons of Nullit and Neighsmith in a madhouse until such time as they recover from the present insanity that places their egos above the kingdom and the lives of its soldiers.”

Celestia stood before her Throne and demanded, “You have heard the verdict of Arianne, Countess Corbiestep, Force Leader of the Armies of Equestria in Prance. You may choose her judgment or Ours under the Royal Wing. What say you?”

They blustered, “You would put our fate in the hooves of that FILLIY? Lock us away in a madhouse? No! We will not be so humiliated.”

Luna stood forth and proclaimed, “Neighsmith and Nullit are Vacant! Let them be stripped of all ranks, honors, chains of office, and badges of duty. Lay all before the Empty Throne of Our Mother, Skyglow, Titan of Life Creation and titular Queen of Equestria!

“You have been found guilty Under the Royal Wing of the charge of Treason to these Thrones. Offered the clemency of your lives, before this Court, you have refused.”

Heavy of heart, Celestia pronounced, “You will be given the Traitor's Drop.”

Luna stepped across the space between them and laid a dark wing up over the shoulder of her larger sister. “In this hard duty, my sister, you shall not be alone.”

Together, the pale pastels of Celestia's magic and the clear dark blue, shot with stars of Luna's magic picked up the struggling ponies and lifted them out past the parapet. Let to fall, their screams went on and on. It takes a long time to fall 550 meters.

Returned to their Thrones, Celestia pointed out, “I do hope that all present understand just how seriously We of the Thrones take any interference with this war effort. We would never have allowed this expedition at all, had Prance simply chosen to be a peaceful neighbor. Instead, they have repeatedly struck at County Corbiestep, destroying the castle, armory and garrison on Hearthwarming last. Countess Arianne drove them off.

“Regretfully, they have since actually invaded through other passes and were met again by the just turned sixteen Countess Arianne. She engaged two full brigades, taking many prisoners along with much loot of weapons and monies. In the process, destroying that invasion attempt also. She did not bother to report it to Us until AFTER she took them.

“With TWO attacks on Us in just less than six months, accompanied by intelligence that another attack was being prepared, We directly authorized Corbiestep to strike first. Remember, this war was declared here in this room by Prance's Ambassador. In spite of our striking first, we are not the aggressor here.”

Arianne politely signaled for permission to speak. “Your Highnesses, since we have all learned that my being here was part of a plot to derail my assault, may I please be allowed to return to my troops?”

Celestia nodded agreeably, “Most certainly, Our good Countess Arianne. How will you travel there?”

She smiled, “I have spoken to the transportation unit that brought me here. They are rested, fed and provisioned for the trip already. I can be back to the battle fronts in just under five hours.”

Princess Luna grinned as she commented, “Please return to your attack. Later, We would be most interested in learning the details of HOW you can travel so fast.”

She withdrew to a huge buzz of whispered conversation.

Speaking through their Heralds, the Princesses called the Ambassador of Prance back before the Thrones. “My good Lord, Ambassador, did you hear the peace terms that Countess Arianne has proposed?”

“I did, your Highnesses. I have used my Magic Net mirror to relay them to my government and King. I have not yet had any coherent answer.”

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Straw Hats With A Devil Fruit User! Shipmate

A/N : More Platonic! Straw Hats interaction :)

Okay, so I’m going to assume Tumblr hates me because it keeps not saving any of my work?

Summary : Straw Hats with a shipmate who has a devil fruit, who falls overboard whilst on the ship.

How did you get into this mess?

Here you were, in the middle of the ship, surrounded by the worried looks of your crew mates as you continued to cough up the sea water.

You were drenched from head-to-toe, currently on your knees and pounding your chest to get out all the water you swallowed.

Zoro, Sanji and Brook was beside you, also drenched completely, and was panting heavily after having just jumped in the ocean to save you from drowning, with Brook actually collapsed on the deck.

Luffy was in front of you, crying and freaking out that he almost lost you because of him.

You could only listen silently, thinking back on the series of events that had happened just minutes prior.

“You guys, please calm down, you’re going to fall off the ship soon! Luffy!”

Ignoring your words, Usopp, Chopper and Luffy continued to run around mindlessly, yelling and laughing loudly as they did.

“Let then be, [Name]. There’s no stopping their chaos at this point..” Nami mumbles defeatedly, clearly feeling exhausted as she rubs her temples from the upper deck.

“Yohohoho!~ so lively today, aren’t they?” Brook chuckles, sitting against the mast as he sipped his cup of tea.

Robin beside him, reading a book whilst also drinking some tea. “Yes, they sure are quite a trio.”

“Two of them are devil fruit users though, if they’re not more careful, they’ll end up shoving one another into the water. Or worse, shoving one of us into the water.” You point out, feeling a headache forming as you exhale heavily.

“And I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not looking forward to getting wet, nor having to fish them out.” You add, now crossing your arms as you stood off to the side by the railing, still watching Luffy screaming and laughing with Chopper and Usopp. “Not that I’ll be able to go in after them.”

"Don't tell me your afraid of a little water?"

Hearing the familiar voice, you turn over to see the green-haired male sitting against the tree with his arms crossed and swords at his side.

Your brow twitches at him, narrowing your eyes as you huffed heavily at him.

Zoro's voice clearly laced a bit of a mocking tone to it, him opening his one eye to glance to you, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Shut it, you stupid swordsman! I'm not afraid, but unlike you non-devil fruit users, I can't swim if I tried! I’ll drown!" You scowl, pointing at Zoro who just laughs at you.

"Don't worry, my dear [Name]-chan~ I WILL GLADLY JUMP IN AND SAVE YOU!~" Sanji sang with hearts in his eyes, swooning from where he was, currently setting down a fresh pot of tea for Brook and Robin.

You only sigh softly at him and smile lightly, shaking your head at him before turning to the loud trio.

“Tag, you’re it! Haha!” Usopp shouts, finally reaching Luffy who gasps before grinning and stretching his arms all over the deck.

Emerging from below deck, Franky climbs up from the trap-door and smiles widely. “Oi, Luffy! Want to see my newest addition to my body?”

Stopping midway from chasing Usopp, Luffy stops and turns over to Franky with wide eyes. “Ooh, yeah! What is it?!”

As Franky finally got up from the ladder and closed the trap-door, Usopp shouts excitedly. “Wait, I wanna see too, Franky!”

“Yeah, let us see!” Chopper eagerly nods, going after Usopp to see too.

Franky nods, chortling loudly as he began heading to the center of the deck, Usopp, Chopper and Luffy following and stood in front of him, behind them at a distance was the railing.

The others glance over with a bit of curiosity, just wanting to see what Franky had to show.

You did the same, wondering if it was a gimmick he made for himself or if it would be useful in battle.

“I made this especially to defend and attack enemies in battle. You ready?!” Franky shouts, extending his arms out wide.

“AYE!” The trio shouts in unison after, all looking in anticipation and excitement.

“Alright!” Franky’s torso opened a hatch and a hole was seen. A few seconds of silence overtook the air before he spoke.

“Franky... HUMAN BLOWDRYER!”

... What?

Just like it sounded, a large gust of warm air started to blow out from the hole in Franky’s chest and straight at the trio.

The wind wasn’t too strong, but it was strong enough to have their clothes and lips flapping and blowing from the air.

Y’know, how the lips start moving and flapping when anime characters are moving too fast or wind is blowing too hard-

You could only stare from before in disbelief, unable to comprehend exactly what was happening.

The others sweatdropped at the sight, the anti-climatic feeling washing over them as they stare the scene before them.

Once Franky turned off the blowdryer in his torso, it was silent for a moment. Before the trio screamed out in awe.

“SO COOLL!~ ✨” the trio awes.

Franky laughs aloud at their reactions while you just exhale at them. “Awesome right?! It’s my SUUPPERRR~ HUMAN BLOWDRYER!”

“Wow.” The others thought together.

“Franky..” you began heading towards the cyborg as Usopp and Chopper went off to the side, clearly still excited but had their fun.

“How is exactly that supposed to be helpful to us in battle..?” You mumble, furrowing your brows as Franky hums at you.

“What’re you talking about? This would definitely be useful! I could blow off any dust or dirt on you guys and since this new addition is equipped with different power levels too, I can blow all our enemies away as we escape.” Franky explains, gesturing to his torso.

You glance inside the hole and notice the little knob that you could turn and saw the many numbered levels and nod in realization.

“Hm.. I guess it could be handy at some point..” you mumble, standing back up straight and began heading to the railing, just as Luffy was heading towards Franky.

“Plus, I could dry you guys off after a shower.” Franky adds, almost as if trying to convince you that it was indeed useful.

Nami’s eyebrow twitched at Franky’s insinuation, misinterpreting his meaning behind his words.

Luffy just grins widely. “What do you mean, [Name]? This is awesome! Hey Franky, do your high power level on me!”

You only sigh and lean against the railing, shaking your head. “Right.”

“Er.. are you sure? That highest power level isn’t meant to be used on humans. I only added it because-“ Despite Franky protesting against the idea, Luffy wasn’t listening.

“Come on! It’ll be fine, just do it!” Luffy insists and Usopp furrows his brows.

“I don’t know, Luffy. The wind that was blowing against us just now was already pretty strong. Just imagine what the highest power level would be.”

You weren’t paying attention anymore, just trying to relax in the fresh air as you glance down at the ocean, leaning against the railing. Directly behind you was Luffy in front of Franky’s Blowdryer.

“Stop worrying, I’ll be fineee! Just turn it on, Franky!”

If only you knew what was going to occur behind you.

Franky, after a little bit of reluctance, finally agreed. “Alright, hold on to something then.” With that, Franky turned the knob to its most powerful setting and began to activitate his newest power.

“Franky..”

“WAIT, FRANKY!-“ the others finally noticed that you were directly in line of Franky’s Blowdryer but before Franky could stop it, it had already begun.

“...MAXIMUM HUMAN BLOWDRYER!”

The immense air pressure knocked Luffy back, making him collide right into your unknown figure and pushed you right overboard, Luffy following after but held on by the railing of the ship.

He hadn’t even realize he knocked you over as well until he heard the splashing of the ocean.

“[NAME]!” Each of the crew members widen their eyes in shock as Zoro clicks his tongue and quickly stood up, running over to the edge and jumped into the ocean after.

Sanji immediately did the same, and after screaming in horror and fear, Brook instinctively ran after and jumped in as well.

“Hey, BROOK!”

You didn’t even have time to process what just happened as you try to rise to the surface, only to fail because well, you had devil fruit powers.

“[Name], Brook!” Luffy shouts, still holding onto the railing as he pulls himself up and then leans down from it to see if Zoro was pulling you up or not.

Luckily, Zoro was quick and was now holding onto you tightly, pulling you by his side as he glances up.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He shouts from below towards Luffy.

Sanji rises to the top, kicking below him to float as he drags Brook up to surface as well. “Oi, you idiot! Did you forget you have devil fruit powers too?!”

Brook didn’t answer, feeling drowsy and exhausted from the water.

“Hang on, we’ll get you guys in!” Nami calls, as her and Usopp began heading down below deck to open one of the gates and pull you in with the raft they had.

You grunted a bit in pain, closing your eyes and coughing roughly as you did your best to cling onto Zoro.

“Oi, you okay? When I asked you if you were afraid of water, it wasn’t a sign for you to challenge me and jump overboard.” Zoro jokes a bit, glancing down at you as he held you up above the water.

“Tch... you jerk.. not like I wanted to go overboard..” you tiredly mutter, making Zoro chuckle lightly. He couldn’t help the small smile forming on his lips, glad to see you were okay.

“Put them on!” Nami calls, letting the waves guide the raft out and Sanji pulls it closer towards him. He tosses Brook on board, making the skeleton grunt and shout out the best he could. “You could be a bit more gentle!”

“Shut up! Oi, put [Name]-chan on, you marimo.” Sanji watched as Zoro swims closer to the raft and helps him put you on.

“Shut up, you stupid cook. They’re on!” Zoro calls and Nami, Usopp and Chopper began pulling the raft in, Zoro and Sanji swimming towards the ship after them.

So that’s what led to where you were now.

“IM SORRY [NAME]! WE ALMOST LOST YOU! I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOU BUT FRANKY’S NEW POWER WAS SO COOL AND I WANTED TO SEE IT AT ITS FULL POWER BUT IT KNOCKED YOU OVER AND WE ALMOST—“ Luffy’s shouts were cut off with Nami’s punch to his head.

“SHUT UP! Instead of crying and freaking out, just get them something to warm them up or something! And we already warned you it was a bad idea but you didn’t listen!” Nami scolds, Luffy whining at the unnecessary punch, rubbing his head.

Usopp and Robin sighs at their antics, just glad that you and Brook were okay.

Chopper brought out some blankets and his stethoscope, making you lay down to check if you had any injuries, since Luffy collided into you pretty roughly.

“I’m fine.. Chopper. Thank you.” You smile weakly to the little reindeer, who only frowns. “Just let me check real quick, [Name].”

Franky looks to you and frowns himself. “Sorry, [Name]. I should’ve seen you and shouldn’t have done it, regardless of Luffy’s persistence.”

“I’m fine, Franky. Plus, you’re right. That’s quite a powerful move that’ll help us in battle, I’m sure.” You assure, a genuine small smile on your lips.

Franky tears up at your kind words. “Ahhh, how SUUPERR~ sweet of you, [Name]!” He cries out, making you sweatdrop as you rub your sore throat a bit.

Chopper noticed and quickly left to get you some water. You glance to Zoro and Sanji and sigh. “Thanks, you two.” Zoro only nods dismissively as Sanji swoons. “Of course, [Name]-chan~!”

You stare at Brook, looking at his lifeless skeleton and smiled softly before turning to Luffy’s teary face and close your eyes.

Why you were in such a chaotic crew, you didn’t know.

Would you ever leave? Never. You loved your Straw Hat family too much. You were home.

I hope you enjoyed this! :)

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years

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Oh Deer (request)

Legolas x reader

Requested: Yes! @lotr-th-nin-meleth asked “Hey! Could I get a Legolas x Reader where the reader is caring for an injured baby deer she found in the forest and she's usually really gruff and cold and keeps to herself? So Legolas gets all soft watching her be soft and she asks him for help or something you can choose and he's just all flustered and it's cute. Thank you xxx”

A/N: I switched it up a bit, hope you don’t mind! I also skipped the ‘old’ Westron Legolas usually speaks, to make it easier for me. Because I can do that.

Warnings: one soft curse word, mentions of blood, Legolas in love (yes, that needs its own warning)

“You are remarkably quiet today,” Legolas said to you after almost half an hour of silence. You didn’t say anything back, eyes scanning the forest around you. Legolas shook his head. There was just no way to distract you, always focused on the task you’d been given.

You were part of the Guard of Mirkwood. From the very beginning you had proven to be an exceptionally good fighter. Every mission you were sent on turned out succesful and with no casualties, so it didn’t take long for you to be allowed to go on even more dangerous missions. Even though you had an impressive record, being an Elleth made it extra hard. It didn’t matter how skilled you were and that you’d showed more than once that you were tougher than most of the other guards, they still belittled you for being female. So when you were on duty, you put on a facade: stern expression, cold stare and not a sound unless you were spoken to.

Despite your gruff facade, the Prince of Mirkwood had taken a liking to you. Not that you noticed; after all, you were too busy proving your worth. Legolas made sure he was assigned to your group on patrols or vice versa - not that he didn’t have a choice, being Prince and all - and always suggested your name when there was a two-person job. All very subtle of course.

Today had been no different. There had been a sighting of a few Orcs wandering the forest, not that far from the palace. Thranduil instructed him to send a few guards to go and solve the problem. Those ‘few guards’ turned into Legolas and you.

And now you were making your way through the forest, hunting some Orcs, with Legolas by your side who was desperately trying to make conversation.

“You are allowed to speak, Y/N. It’s only me.” “Yes, only you... Don’t you think it’s rather strange our King sent only two guards? How many Orcs were seen again?” “Enough to handle ourselves, do not worry.” You scoffed. “I’m not worried, you know damn well that I could take them on my ow-” A sound in the distance made you cut off your sentence. Legolas heard it too, and you signaled him to climb the trees.

You both jumped from one tree to another with ease, until you reached a small clearance. There you could see about a dozen Orcs, most of them taking a rest, a few trying to make a fire to keep the spiders away. You signaled to Legolas to stay put, while you made your way to the other side of the clearance.

He rolled his eyes at that. Shouldn’t it be him telling you what to do? But he listened anyway and waited for your signal. In his mind he was already planning how to attack the pack, thinking he could easily kill 4 or 5 Orcs from where he was hiding before making his way down the tree. This was almost too easy.

A screech in the distance made the Orcs jump up and 3 of them disappeared in the woods, running past the tree you were hiding in. It seemed like the pack hadn’t been complete. You waved to Legolas, signaling you would go after them. Before he could protest, you were gone. Why did you always have to prove yourself? He had no visuals anymore, but he could hear how your feet touched the ground. Your fight had begun.

In one swift movement he took his bow and notched an arrow, and shot the Orc closest to him. Before he let himself drop down, he killed two more. He smirked to the six remaining Orcs and switched his bow for his two blades. “Let us begin,” he muttered.

It was over in less than ten minutes. They didn’t even put up a real fight, Legolas thought. Probably too exhausted from wandering through the forest for so long. He looked around but couldn’t see any sign of you, not even with his Elven eyes. Suppressing the slight rush of panic he felt, he began to look for you. You were tough. There was no way you couldn’t handle a handful of exhausted Orcs by yourself, he kept repeating in an attempt to reassure himself.

He ran through the forest, fighting the urge to call out your name. The last thing he wanted was to alert anything else of his presence. “Legolas!” He halted immediately, frantically looking around him in an attempt to locate you. This was not a good sign, he thought. You knew how dangerous it was to draw attention to you this deep in the forest. It could only mean one thing... “LEGOLAS!” He tried to ignore the despair in your voice, and ran as fast as he could in the direction of your scream. After a few agonizing minutes he found you hunched over on your knees. “Y/N?”

When you turned around, his heart stopped. Your hands were covered in blood. Red, not black, he realized. He fell to his knees at your side, his eyes searching your body for injuries. “Where are you hurt?” Your tunic was no longer a lighter green, but stained with a dark red. He tried to remain calm for your sake, on the inside he was definitely freaking out. You didn’t answer him, and burst into tears instead. “You’re going to be okay,” he said, more to himself than to you. “Everything is going to be okay.” He put an arm under your knees and around your waist and lifted you up with the utmost care, but you stopped him. “Y/N, I have to get you back home. Just... please, let me take care of you.” “It’s not mine,” you said in between sobs, pointing to your drenched clothes. “What happened?” Legolas asked, completely lost by now. He sat down on his knees with you still in his arms. If he wasn’t feeling so helpless at the moment, he would enjoy holding you this close. It felt nice. “I-...” You tried to take a long breath to calm down so you could tell him what was going on, but it only made it worse. Legolas rubbed your back softly until you found your voice again, relieved it seemed to help a little. “I-... I didn’t mean to hurt him!”

Legolas looked at you questioningly. Him? He scanned your surroundings but couldn’t see anyone. You got up from his lap and took a few steps away from him, motioning him to follow you. He had to keep himself from taking your hand. You took another ten steps and crouched down. Legolas heard you sniffling again. What he saw in front of your feet, was probably the last thing he expected to see. A small deer, probably still a baby, lay on the ground. A large gap in his side, clearly your work.

“Oh,” he sighed, finally understanding why you were so upset. The deer had definitely been in the wrong place at the wrong time. A laugh escaped his throat. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he really laughing at you? When he saw you were annoyed at him, he shook his head.

“Y/N you really are curious. Slaying Orcs, killing off spiders, you don’t bat an eye. Doesn’t affect you in the slightest. But an injured deer got you all upset?” You felt the blood rise in your cheeks. Was it your fault you just really loved the forest animals? Someone had to take care of them, so why not you? You noticed him staring at you, a certain emotion in his eyes you could not seem to read. “What?” you asked him. “You’re cute... I mean-,” Legolas corrected himself too late. “It’s cute, the deer... is cute.”

You didn’t say anything back and Legolas cursed himself. “You know what, let’s take it with us to the palace. I’m sure our Healers could do something for him,” he suggested. He wasn’t entirely sure they could do that, but if it would make you feel better... “Are you sure we can do that?” “Of course we can, I’m the Prince.” He winked at you, and lifted the deer into his arms. You rolled your eyes at his cockiness. He was nothing like his father.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. “Anything for you...”

A/N: Aaaaaah, I’m so bad at endings 🙈 I wanted something smart or funny, maybe I’ll change it later on if I can think of something. Sorry!

A/N part 2: It’s at times like these that I curse myself for not being a native English speaker. So sorry that my writing feels a little forced sometimes, but that’s mostly because of my lack of English vocabulary or because I can’t think of another way to say things and Google Translate can only do so much. So why not write in my own language you ask? Well... I don’t think there are a lot of Flemish (or Dutch) speaking Tumblr users waiting for Flemish lotr fics :)

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swiftgronmasterpost · 4 years

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Winter 2013 - The Beginning of the End and Dianna’s Private Tumblr

January 4, 2013 - Haylor Breakup

Taylor and Harry publicly split and leave us with this iconic picture:

January 10, 2013 - People’s Choice Awards

Haylor is done, Harry is back in the UK, but Taylor shows up with a hickey anyway. (Dianna is in LA at this time.)

Some time this month Taylor writes How You Get The Girl which is about obviously someone who comes back to get the girl. She references “standing in the rain” and “a long six months.” It’s hard to know if these details are more “fanfic” or actual autobiographical details.

This six months may actually refer to the end of bearding for a while (because it seems like Swiftgron did reunite in Paris in early October.) Exactly six months after Taylor started dating Conor Kennedy would be January 25th, 2013.

As for the rain...

It rained twice in LA this month according to weather reports on the 21st and on the 23rd:

Dianna is in LA at this point and has started a private Tumblr blog under the name whosirmesir (we verified it was hers over on @swiftgron-get-married - and you can click here for more on that if you’re curious and actually I did an entire podcast episode walking people through it if you’re like like to listen to an in depth breakdown of it click here for apple OR click here for spotify OR click here for google.

I also recommend searching the whosirmesir tag on @swiftgron-get-married because we’ve logged a lot of interesting moments and connections to Taylor (quotes, art, and other items that tie DIanna and Taylor together.)

On the private tumblr on January 25th Dianna reblogs this:

It reads “i think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that...”

This is also the time period it is rumored that Dianna proposed to Taylor. I’m not sure what to make of these rumors. I have not been able to get anywhere near confirming them. It’s entirely unsubstantiated - but I explored the rumor further in this blog post (click for link.) And also on the podcast (will link just a bit down in this post because it relates to something else we’re about to discuss.)

February 4, 2013 - Dianna recommends “Far Nearer” by Jaime on twitter:

The lyrics are essentially:

“I feel better when I, you feel better when I I feel better when I have you near me

You Me You I do, I do, I do“

repeated over and over again

February 9, 2013 - Neruda quote on Tumblr from Dianna

Dianna posts a quote to Tumblr. The translation is, “I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”

It’s worth noting that Taylor namechecked Neruda in the Red album booklet.

February 10, 2013 - The Grammys

Dianna wants to make sure everyone is watching:

And Taylor posts:

“Look what happened! :)”

She won for Safe and Sound:

And she performs her circus themed rendition of WANEGBT (where she mocks Harry Styles on stage making fun of his accent when she sings the “so he calls me up on the phone” part of the song even though this song was written before she was even with him.)

The only other time Dianna tweeted about the Grammys was when Glee was involved the year before.

February 14, 2013 - Achele breakfast and The Inside Source at Glee Tweet

According to a Facebook user Cory, Dianna, and Lea have breakfast this morning (or around this time):

Later that day Taylor posts the infamous tweet:

The Glee Episode “I Do” airs and there is no Taylor song included. However Dianna and Naya’s characters hook up:

After the episode airs Taylor deletes her tweet.

As always I’m not entirely sure what to make of this but to me it boils down to three possibilities:

1. The fandom seems to think this proves that Dianna purposefully tricked Taylor into watching her “hook up” with Naya on screen. It’s completely possible that that’s the case but I think the next two options make a bit more sense.

2. It was a simple misunderstanding or a joke gone wrong. Taylor had a song earlier on that season of glee (Mine sung as a breakup song by Naya) and I have been told another song of Taylor’s was marketed for another glee episode later that spring. Perhaps someone got their wires crossed and misinformed Taylor.

3. Other nefarious parties:

a. It’s possible that Lea was behind this - she publicly had beef with Taylor at one point and she had been with Dianna that morning. Maybe she met up with DIanna, heard about Swiftgron being happy and back together and got a little jealous and decided to prank Taylor.

b. Ryan Murphy also seemed to despise both Dianna and Taylor around this time. He was also famous for stirring up drama with Gleeks on twitter and generally sewing discontent (particularly surrounding wlw ships and fans). Ryan seems to have a problem with women/lesbians in general. He treated Brittana as a couple horribly on Glee as well as their shippers.

He very publicly shaded Taylor in season one of Scream Queens and said in an interview that Dianna ruined Quinn for him because he said she made her sympathetic.

Not only that but in season 3 he destroyed her character - he made her have a mental breakdown - he had her try and steal a baby - he had her get hit by a car - and a huge plotline in season 3 was Quinn begging Rachel (Lea’s character so Dianna’s irl ex) not to marry Finn (played by Cory - literally the guy Lea chose Dianna over - this is like...emotionally abusive if you ask me.) After season 3 Dianna only appeared in 8 episodes of the remaining 55 after being in every episode and the top third billed of the cast in the first three seasons.

Furthermore in a show called The New Normal there was a bitchy actress character named Brynn who he wrote as high maintenance and unpleasant and then killed off.

So yeah...seems fair to at least consider that Ryan or Lea who publicly had problems with both Taylor and Dianna may have been trying to create problems for Swiftgron. One last note about Lea - there was not a single Achele interaction for the entire year of 2013. The most we got was Dianna liking a tweet about Lea’s album in December 2013 and when asked about one another in interviews they would vaguely say they were still friends. No tweets to one another, no birthday messages, no candids, no hang outs. Lea’s book was also written around this time and does not make a single mention of Dianna - her former roommate and “best friend” even though she spends plenty of time talking about others on the Glee cast.

I did a podcast episode on both the proposal rumors and the inside source at Glee tweet if you want more extensive takes on that!

While I’m not entirely sure Dianna had anything to do with this tweet Taylor references this date (2-14-13) by putting it on a dollar bill as a serial number in The Man music video:

At any rate Taylor deletes the tweet and replaces it with one about her dancers:

Dianna tweets 9 hearts that day (I don’t know if that’s significant but if they were together from March 2012 to July 2012 and then October 2012 to this point it would mean 9 months together...)

February 19, 2013 - Sad Charlie Brown Tumblr post from Dianna:

February 27, 2013 - Fitzgerald quote

Taylor listed this as a quote to live by in an interview with Marie Claire a few months later.

I’m not sure if it’s important but Dianna is very quiet this winter and spring in terms of showing up at events, parties, even being papped out on the street compared to other years around this time. She seems to disappear a bit.

February 27, 2013 - Taylor gives a bday shoutout to her Fiddle player Caitlin:

“Happy Birthday to my magical friend, fiddle extraordinaire @/caitlinbird”

March 12, 2013 - Weird tweets from Dianna “One of those days.”

March 13, 2013 - It’s the first day of the Red tour (is that why Dianna had questions?)

About the Red Tour - the last act of the tour seems to be circus themed which may have been inspired by Dianna’s 26th birthday the previous year and really interestingly Taylor has a white rabbit, which is a reference to Alice in Wonderland (Dianna’s favorite piece of media ever) follows Taylor around stage during the WANEGBT performance as she’s dressed up like a circus ringleader:

March 18, 2013 - Dianna goes on a Girls HBO rant (we know who also loved Girls the show and its creator Lena Dunham (Taylor))

End of March - Lena and Ashley show up at the Red Tour backstage

Conclusion - Swiftgron is on but completely underground. Dianna is blogging and tweeting romantic things about missing girls, Taylor’s interests, and secret love, all while watching Taylor perform at the Grammys and encouraging others to tune in. Something weird happened with the inside source at Glee tweet but who knows what. Dianna seems a bit restless and emo while Taylor leaves to go on tour.

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sslytheringhufflepufff · 4 years

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Baby Boy (Draco x Reader)

Hi! this was requested but I didn’t know tumblr didn’t keep messages so I don’t remember the user name of the person who requested, sorry!! BTW sorry if it sucks, its my first time writing something with pregnancy xD Warning:Lucius, Cussing, fluff, pregnancy 1.7k words

Summary: Reader pregnant with Draco’s baby, time jump to when you discovered, time jump during, and time jump to an event causing you to go into labor.

You were walking around diagon alley looking around for your Husband holding your belly, you were around 8 months pregnant and were shopping around for the nursery "Malfoy, where the hell are you" you said going into shops searching for the white-haired boy. You've looked through every store there and decided to take a drastic measure and check the Dark Magic stores, going into Knockturn Alley "Uh Miss Malfoy I don't think it's a good idea going there, they know who you are" a shop owner said "It's okay I'm just looking for Draco, maybe he's there" you said giving them a small smile and going into the Dark Alley. A chill ran down your spine as you entered the dark place looking around "Draco if you're here I'll kill you" you said under your breath walking around carefully peering your eyes into store trying not to be seen "My my, look what we have here" You stopped at the middle of your tracks looking back at who was talking "fuck" you said Lucius Malfoy stood behind you with a smirk on his face "What do you want Lucius" you said getting nervous "Oh nothing darling I just wanted to see if my grandson our granddaughter was all right" he said "You know you're not allowed to talk to any of us after that day" you said backing away he just laughed getting closer to you "I know, and it's all your fault” he said as he grabbed you neck pushing against the wall, a sharp breath leaving your mouth, you felt your heart beating so hard you thought it would pop out of your chest “Lucius don’t do this please” you said tears starting to well up “please” you said in a whisper as your eye began getting hazy “Stop” you heard as you began losing your breath and consciousness “Draco” you said as everything went black.

“Draco” you said smiling calling him “Come here please” you said signaling him as he stood up from his bed “I have a surprise!” you said excited as you hugged him “Uhh what is it” he said chuckling lightly hugging you back “So, do you remember that night that we went to Ron and Hermione's wedding?” “Mm yes” he said kissing your forehead “Okay what did we do after that?” you said Draco smirked “Something you might want to do now?” he said you playfully slapped his chest “No, at least not for nine months” you said while handing him a positive test “W-what?” he said letting a loud breath as he grabbed the test looking at it “Is this real?” he said looking at you “Yes” you said in a whisper like tone then he grabbed you a kissed you smiling to the kiss “We’re going to be parents” you said hugging him

Suddently you woke up chest heavy trying to find your breath, you're on the floor “How dare you touch her” you heard someone scream you tried stand “Draco” you said in a whisper “You should've never married that mudblood” you heard Lucius say looking at you “Cruciatus” he said as you screamed In agonizing pain “STOP” you heard Draco “Avada Kedavra” you heard him his voice breaking say watching Lucius fall to the grown. Draco running towards you as you let tears fall from your face holding yourself “Y/n, you're okay, you're okay” you heard Draco say with a shaky voice “You're Bleeding” he said looking down on you and you followed his gaze looking at your thighs your jeans getting red you screamed as you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness the pain becoming unbearable “Apparition” you heard Draco scream as it all went black.

You were sitting on the couch hands on your belly, you were already 6 months along and finally started showing Draco taking a seat beside you “When are we going to tell my parents?” he said looking nervously at you, you didn’t know if you wanted to tell them, Narcissa loved you but Lucius hated you for being a muggle-born and you know that “I don’t know Draco, your dad scares me” you said “I know babe, but they’ll find out eventually so better late than never” he said laying a kiss in your forehead standing up “Ill sent them a letter and invite them over for dinner” he said heading out “Okay” you said in a whisper as you hugged yourself. Dinner came by and you got more nervous than before and you knew Draco was nervous himself. You stood by him holding his hands as you watched his parents arrive at your house, you felt nauseous as Draco squeezed tight your hand reassuring that everything would be alright. His mom came first she hugged you tightly “Hello darling” she said with a genuine smile then she went to hug her son “My Boy” she said “Good to see you Mum” he said hugging her back “Draco” you heard tensing up “Father” Draco said with a stern look on his face while Lucious just looked at you with a Disgusting face, Narcissa took your hand on that very moment “Come on Honey, let's go inside you have a lot to tell me, How's Draco treating you?” she said smiling as you giggled and went inside. After Dinner you all sat in the living room, Lucius hasn’t said a word to you but Narcissa has been treating you like her daughter, she didn’t like muggle-born but she saw how happy you were making his son, she had never seen him look so content with life, she just knew she had to make an exception and she made the right choice, now Lucius didn’t even take his sons feeling into consideration, he never did OfCourse, he hated you, he wanted you gone, he didn’t want you to ruin the pure blood in the family, his thought being interrupted by Draco “We have something to tell you guys” he said causing them to look up at you and Draco, you put your hands on your stomach and smiles “NO” said Lucius said standing up, “You will NOT ruin our blood” he said Draco pushing you behind him “Calm Down, Lucius” you heard Narcissa say “No, I will not let them ruin us Narcissa, don’t you see it, how could you accept this thing” he said pointing at you, you could feel Draco tense up “You don’t get it Father? I was never happy, when I finally find someone who loves me and accepts me after everything that happened you still can’t be a little happy for me?” he said angrily, his father scoffed “I could find you someone Pure and well for the blood line Draco, someone who won't ruin our name” “Our name was ruined when you decided to follow the dark lord” he said Lucius looking at him “I will not let you ruin us” he said lifting his wand pointing it at you “Avada-” “No” you heard Draco Scream standing in front of you hugging you “DEPULSO” you heard Narcissa scream and everything went silent . You looked up and Lucius was nowhere to be found Narcissa standing there with her wand in her hand as she looked at the spot where the man stood “Mum...” Draco whispered “He was going to kill you, I had to” she said her hands shaking “It’s okay” Draco said letting go of you making his way to his mother “Mum, we’re okay” hugging her and you slowly walked towards them “Thank you” you said tears welling up “Thank you Narcissa” you said hugging her as she hugged you back “I can't lose Draco, and I don’t want to lose you either” she said giving you a smile.

“Y/n, y/n, wake up” you heard as you slowly regain consciousness opening your eyes slowly “W-where am I?” you asked looking around slowly “Were at St. Mungo's, you were attacked by my father and started bleeding, the Doctors told me that you were alright and that the baby is also fine, but they want to keep you for observation since you're close to the end of the pregnancy, the damage you took may cause you to go into labor sooner” he said running his hands through your as he smiled weakly at you “Your Dad” you said “Y-you killed him, Draco” you said placing your hand on his cheek “He was going to kill you both, y/n” he said putting his hand on yours “I’d rather lose someone who's made me suffer other than loosing someone who's made me love life” he said kissing your hand and taking it into his, suddenly a sharp pain ran through your body “Fuck” you screamed “What's wrong?” Draco said standing up “I NEED A DOCTOR NOW” he screamed as he watched you with a worry look on his face “You're okay Darling” he said as the doctor came in “Okay looks like she's going into labor” “Already? I thought she still had time” Draco said looking at him in disbelief “Well Malfoy, the consequence's that she suffered cause her to go into labor earlier but don’t worry she's in good hands” the Doctor said giving him a pat in the back as he stared at you, looking at you in pain was the worst, he hated it “I'll be okay Draco” you said feeling the contraction go “We’re ready” giving him a light squeeze on his arm, a soft smile appeared on his face “We’re ready” he said. The labor was intense, you cursed out Draco for getting you pregnant as Draco just stood there holding your hand laughing as his sweet, loving, kind Wife told him to fuck off “Y/N, I need you to push please” the doctor said you screamed as you pushed hard breathing rapidly “come on two more” he said and you pushed again squeezing Draco's hand “ouch” he said “ Shut up” you screamed at him as you pushed again hearing crying “He’s here” you heard the doctor say “H-he?” you said “Yes, a wonderful and healthy baby boy” he said as he placed him on your chest “Draco, it’s a boy” you said looking at him tears streaming down both of your faces “He’s wonderful” he said laying a kiss on your forehead and placing a hand on the small boys back as you hummed “My boys” you said turning your head and placing a small kiss on Draco's lips smiling.

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misterewrites · 3 years

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Intro to.....????

Hello everyone! Been awhile. It's been busy and really hot for me so it's hard for me to sit down to write sometimes.

But it's here!

E here with the next chapter and the final intro character chapter! The intro chapters were supposed to introduce everyone to the main and important characters of the story, who will be driving the main plots and stories though sometimes i might use new characters or different background characters. So beyond this chapter will be more worldbuilding, story arcs and oneshots. just stories about this world and its characters. I might even use some of my friends ocs i accidentally convinced them to make for my world. It was so much fun!

Alright that's it for me! Stay safe, wash your hands, wear your masks, take care of your loved ones, get vaccinated if you can, push to release the vaccine worldwide and have a great week! Enjoy! feel free to leave likes, feedback *I love feedback and comments even if it's just a line you liked or a scene you found awesome or funny* reblogs and tell your friends! Promoting myself still feels weird haha. E is out! Byeeeeee

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/82583164

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Summary: Jackdaw is a powerful crime lord in the magical side of Newton Haven. He is feared more than respected and he doesn't care who he has to crush to accomplish his goals. So when his lucrative club is burned to the ground with his guards piled neatly outside, battered broken but alive, he takes it personally. Of course who is crazy enough to burn down a club of a notoriously dangerous crimeboss? A mercenary paid to do so.

Obviously.

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Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The sound of footsteps pacing back and forth thundered throughout the silent room.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

No one said anything. No one could say anything given the disastrous failure of the night. It hadn’t mattered if they were physically present at the site of offense or that they were scattered across town in one of many locations vital to the boss’s business: Someone hit them and the boss was itching to hit back.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Alright” A voice spoke up, smooth yet cold.

The room was already quiet but now the air filled with a frighten tension.

The boss whirled around from the massive window he’d been staring out of, eyes narrowing on the defeated group of guards who averted their gaze from his.

The few still conscious were in varying states of dishevel and injured: Broke bones, nasty bruises, clothing ruffled and torn in places. Not a single one had gone unscratched from the assault on the club earlier that night.

Jackdaw was not pleased.

No one in the room knew much about their boss despite devoting their lives to his cause: He was in his mid 30’s, his nose uneven after being broken in a fight though no one could agree what he had been fighting. Long wavy raven black hair ran down his shoulders while his dark brown eyes glanced about, icy and piercing.

“I’m a little confused.” Jackdaw said with a menacing drawl as he approached the closest guard “Mind answering a few for me?”

The guard nodded shakily.

Jackdaw smiled, patting the guard’s cheek in a mocking manner “Good, good. Now let me paint the picture: My club is currently a smoky, charred corpse of its former self. Yes?”

The guard gave another timid nod.

Jackdaw puckered his lips thoughtfully “Okay, okay. How many guards on duty?”

“8.” The guard murmured fearfully.

“Okay. How many standing?”

The guard shot a nervous glance to the other three. They found the floor more interesting.

“F-four.”

Crack!

The guard’s limp body tumbled backwards and laid still on the ground.

Jackdaw flexed his fingers “Wrong! I count three. You!”

The next in line flinched but stared their boss in the face “Sir?”

“Since that one.” Jackdaw lazily motioned to the unconscious man “is sleeping on the job, you tell me what happened.”

“O-okay.” The next in line mumbled “Well the night started same as any other….”

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The Gray Waves nightclub brought in a decent crowd for a weekday: Dozen or so people lost in the dim shadows with only a disorienting array of ever changing lights for company. Drinks served and the booming, thundering sounds of music set the chaotic mood clubs thrived on.

Nice peaceful night.

Floyd, the current storyteller, had been watching from the second floor landing when he noticed the gathering of guards below. The eight guards on duty were often out and about performing their different duties ranging from gate keeping the door to making sure nothing disturbed the vibe of the club. The fact five of his coworkers were huddled together should’ve been the first red flag.

The group talked in hushed tones despite the deafening bass and techno music the DJ’s speakers blared out. Once or twice, someone glanced to the far end of the club. Floyd looked and found the source of meeting.

Someone in their forties was loudly drinking at the counter tucked in the shadowy part of the club: It was impossible to tell who they were from this distance but they clearly were enjoying themselves: Head tiled back with messy, wavy salt and pepper hair. They gestured to the bartender (A wonderful woman named Carolyn who unfortunately had school debt to pay off and mob work was the best paying.) excitedly as their drink spilled onto the floor. They wore a large, tattered dark green trench coat that had seen better decades with faded worn out blue jeans. Their black boots were caked with grime and dirt that dirtied the floor. The only thing remotely new was their black t-shirt with some words in white font.

Floyd understood what the problem was: Clubs thrived on their popularity and image. People wanted to feel like they were special, all access stars to the hottest place in the city. With such a reputation came a mighty need to uphold said rep. No offense to whoever was having fun over there but with that look, it might send the wrong message and no amount of cash would ever change that.

Evidently a plan was reached as the meeting broke up. Two guards remained behind, returning to watching the room as the pit boss made his way over to the hapless customer, flanked with back up.

It was oddly satisfying watching the pit boss work: He gracefully slid in and out of crowds, slipping through the lost dancers like a snake treading through water. He motioned to the others to wait then made his way to the person.

The person was singing something at the top of his lungs. Drink, clink or something like that. Maybe it was the song playing at the time but Floyd hadn’t been paying attention to that at the time.

Trench Coat slipped Carolyn something and she laid a bottle of alcohol on the counter beside them: Vermouth? Absente? Vodka? One of those probably.

She nodded gratefully and disappeared into the back.

Floyd frowned at the red flag number two he had just seen: Carolyn was a pretty woman and was told more or less to just do as the customer asked be it answering questions or a reasonable request that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. Of course this was with the strict rule of not to leave the counter unattended.

At the time Floyd thought it was weird, not yet realizing what was about to unfold.

The person poured the bottle directly into their mouth, shaking their body to the catchy beat poorly. Whoever they were could not dance to save their life.

The pit boss, Malcolm, closed the distance between himself and his prey. He snuck closer and closer, the unaware customer too lost in their antics to noticed. Malcolm reached out for their shoulder and…

The thud was loud enough to cut through the noisy club and got the attention of everyone present.

Before Malcolm could even tighten his grip, the person struck: They whirled around, grabbing Malcolm’s head and smashing it into the counter. As Malcolm sunk to the floor, limp and unmoving, the person turned to shoot a smug grin towards the guards.

“I’m on the floor, floor! I love to dance!” They sang, one hand outstretched to the sky, the other gripping the bottle upside and draining its contents onto the counter.

The back up drew their weapons, standard issue nightsticks, and made their way forward.

“So give me more, more, till I can’t stand.”

They emptied the bottle, their green eyes never leaving the approaching guards.

“Get on the floor, floor, like it’s your last chance.”

They chucked the empty bottle into the wall of drinks, broken glass and different alcoholic drinks spilling onto the floor and mixing together.

“If you want more, more, then here I am!”

They pulled a match from within their coat pocket and lit it with the backside of their boot. Without looking, they threw the match over their shoulder and smiled as a raging flame broke out behind them.

The club goers were slow to realize what was going on but the remaining guards, Floyd included, mobilized to action.

Before anyone could react, however, an unexpected shrill shrieked throughout the building: The fire alarm designed to be the most annoying and loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

Even though it had been a slow night and only a dozen or so people were here, the customers panicked with a surge of three times that number.

Screams and yells filled the air as bodies shuffled about in a mad dash. The guards were thrown about, tossed this way and that while the lights, alarm and music worked together to confuse everyone.

Luckily the club was deserted within moments, leaving only security and the troublemaker.

The person hadn’t moved an inch despite the increasingly raging blaze behind them.

The back up pair approached carefully, unsure what this person was capable of.

All of them really had no idea.

The person raised their hand to the sky, belting with full force “LET’S DO THIS ONE MORE TIME!”

Without warning, silence and darkness filled the club: The fire alarm and music died suddenly. The lights followed a moment later but the raging flames, growing hungrily, remained. Floyd’s eyes watered with a sharp pain, the stuffy air and sudden shift in lighting too much for him

Floyd paused his story, uneasy growing at the sight of Jackdaw’s tightened jaw. The poor lad could actually see the veins pulsing with barely contained rage on his boss’s forehead.

“And why did the power go out?” Jackdaw asked through clenched teeth “No one was watching the power? Or the fusebox? Not a single person was guarding what I pay them to guard?”

Floyd remained silent, unsure how to answer that. He was just one of the lower rank and file guards: He got told what to do and he did it.

“Well? I’m waiting Floyd my boy! Why did the power go out?”

Floyd felt the beads of sweat run down his neck.

“Umm sir?”

Floyd nearly collapsed as one of Jackdaw’s techies nervously stepped forward, a loaded video on a tablet in hand.

Jackdaw blew a loose strain of hair out of his face and took a moment to slick back his hair. The vain gesture was enough to allow him to regain some level of composure as he snatched the tablet from the techie. With a grunt, he pressed play.

The video was short: It was a camera feed set up to watch over the fusebox to prevent tampering. Two guards were gesturing to the box, idly chatting with somebody in a red jumpsuit with a clipboard in one hand and a toolbox in the other. The back of uniform had the words “Newton Haven City Maintenance” scrawled across it in some rather hard to read font. The guards laughed out loud, jokingly patting the stranger’s shoulder before leaving frame. The city worker opened the fusebox and began tinkering without anyone stopping him.

The tablet crunched nosily as Jackdaw’s grip sent a ripple of cracks across the screen.

He turned to the techie.

“It was a routine check up.” the techie sputtered out “Our guards called it in this afternoon. Said there was an official letter with stamps and signatures and everything!”

“Did you check with me?” Jackdaw snarled “Because I pay the city specifically so they don’t send anyone to the club. Because of my illegal business practices that I perform there.”

Floyd could see the techie’s shoulder slump, whispering quietly “You were in a meeting….”

Jackdaw growled furiously but returned his attention to the nearly broken tablet.

It hadn’t taken more than a few minutes for the mysterious city maintenance worker to finish. They slammed the fusebox closed, doing a little jig before checking the contents of their toolbox and went on their merry little way.

Jackdaw’s blood froze as the figure gave a cheeky wink to the camera, knowing exactly where it was despite the magical wards in place to keep it invisible.

“Savant.”

An eerie emptiness replaced the hostility in the room.

The fight disappeared out of Jackdaw, leaving only an intense sense of dread and paranoia.

All this was lost on Floyd, who saw the troublemaker’s face and couldn’t help but blurt out “That’s them! The one who beat up Malcolm and burned the club down!”

Jackdaw chuckled darkly “Oh. Oh this makes sense. No one wonder you all get your ass kicked six ways to Sunday. Someone sic’d Savant on me. Ya’ll never had a chance against them.”

Floyd shuddered, the memory of how brutal and efficient Savant had been against them: Grown men dragged kicking and screaming into the shadows, the crunchy noises of bones broken, bodies falling down and yells stopped mid-shout. He still remembered Savant standing over him, nightstick in hand, whistling cheerfully as they brought down the weapon and sent him into unconsciousness.

“Alright!” Jackdaw clapped his hands “Lock it down!”

Everyone glanced towards one another, unsure what exactly the boss meant.

“LOCK IT DOWN!” the snarl that escaped Jackdaw’s lips sent goosebumps down everybody’s spine “NOW! I WANT THIS PLACE SEALED UP NICE AND TIGHT!”

“But we’re 14 stories up...”

Techie flinched as Jackdaw whirled around, eyes blazing with unrestrained rage and impatience “You deaf? I said lock down the building or so help me I’m going to use you as a human shield when they start coming for me.”

Techie opened his mouth when an unexpected sound filled the silence: A muffled, cheeky yet tacky melody of a cellphone ringing.

Glances and gazes looked about trying to find the source of the disturbance. Floyd was baffled when he realized it was coming from inside his coat pocket. Nervously, he reached within and slowly pulled out a palm sized flip phone, the kind hadn’t been used in decades.

Jackdaw’s eyes widened with fear and alarm as he snatched the phone from the poor guard with inhuman speed.

“It’s them!” Jackdaw’s voice was manic “IT’S THEM!”

The mobster was torn about what to do next: Answering meant playing right into Savant’s hands and whatever the mercenary had plan. On the other hand, not answering would no doubt annoy them into far worse retaliation.

With a hard shallow, Jackdaw answered with an uncharacteristically shy “Hello?”

He could feel his heart screech to a stop when a bored, almost nonchalant voice replied “S’up.”

Jackdaw threw as much charm and cheer into his voice “Savant, buddy! Pal!”

“Don’t.” the voice sighed tiredly “It’s pathetic when the begging start. You’re a big, bad mob boss. Act like it you dumbass.”

“Fine” Jackdaw let go of any sense of civility “Good old threats: if you so much as show your face around…”

“Ugh too much in the wrong direction” Savant replied, seemingly uninterested in what the mob boss had to said “You people are all the same: False bravado and overcompensating. It’s embarrassing. Just say you’re scared of me and we can move on.”

Despite the severity of the situation, Jackdaw couldn’t help but feel irritated “Oh is that what you want? Get your jollys when powerful people admit they’re afraid of you? You think you can….you can…”

Jackdaw paused, unsure if his ears were working correctly.

“Are you eating?”

“Hmm??” the sound of smacking lips and chewing was the mercenary’s response for a few moments “Oh yeah. Get hungry when working. Normally I’d be all for the theatrics but it’s been a long night what with fucking with your fusebox, burning down your club, planting the phone on a guard. It’s like 3 in the morning dude.”

Jackdaw bit his lip angrily, a single drop of blood running down his chin “It is 3 in the morning and I’m very tired so I’d very much like to conclude our business. How much?”

“To hire me?” more lip smacking “An amount. You could probably afford it.”

Jackdaw let his shoulder’s sag with relief “So it’s agreed? I’ll hire you and we can all be on our merry way.”

“Sure!” Savant said cheerfully.

Bullet dodged.

“You can hire me after I finish this job. By the way did you like the gift I sent you?”

Gift?

Jackdaw was a powerful and feared member of the illicit side of the magical world. He climbed to his position through sheer force of will and power. He left countless of his enemies broken and defeated in his wake.

To see him reduced to a flailing, paranoid mess would be a story no one would believe.

“GIFT?!” Jackdaw screamed, unable to keep the high-pitch whine out of his voice “WHAT GIFT?! SOMEONE FUCKING ANSWER ME!”

The techie was the first to shake off their stupor “Well there was a box that came in today. It was empty and we detected no magic so…”

“Box?!” Jackdaw spat as he wildly searched the room before landing on the seemingly innocent box just sitting on his desk “You brought it the fuck here?”

Everyone backed away.

“I…”

“Wait” Jackdaw cut off the techie’s answer “Maybe they were hoping you’d take it somewhere or get rid of it. No, no this is good. We’re outwitting the fucker.”

“Sir, the box was empty. And you told use you personally wanted to inspect any and all….”

“You hear that asswipe!” Jackdaw grinned ear to ear “My people are the best! We’re ahead of you. Your game is over, you hear me?”

“My man.” Savant’s voice was infuriatingly calm “It’s just a regular old box for a boring ass mobster.”

“Stop lying!” Jackdaw roared angrily, instinctively bringing down his fist on the closet object in the room.

Which of course was the box.

The parcel collapsed under the mobster’s supernatural strength with little effort. As the box was smashed, the two inert glyph drawn in an invisible ink on both ends collided and activated each other.

The room erupted in an array of dazzling, blinding lights.

The light show hadn’t lasted long but no one knew that as they stumbled around, disoriented and lost, the display still burned in their retinas.

Jackdaw howled violently, swiping at the air blindly with long talon-like nails. Any calls for explanations or help were lost under the raging mobster unleashed.

Jackdaw didn’t hear the window break, the sound of glass shattering as it rained upon the floor. He didn’t see the muzzle flash that flared across the street, Savant’s sniping perch. He knew nothing but the sudden searing pain that filled his shoulder without warning.

Everything drained out of him, he slumped to the floor like a doll. He weakly clutched at his shoulder, steam wafting off the wound as the sliver bullet dug itself deep in its new home.

It didn’t matter what kind of werebeast you were: Wolf, bear, rat or even a raven like Jackdaw. All them were deathly weakened by sliver. The mere smell could cause nausea, touch burned worse than third degree burns and any injuries could take weeks, maybe even months to heal.

Jackdaw wheezed, the room spinning in a messy blur.

“Right.” the phone landed by his ear but Savant’s voice sounded far off like it was echoing down a long tunnel “Sorry I got the paper right here.”

Muted sounds of pockets being turned inside out: Scraping of metal on brick, shuffling papers, even rustling fast food wrappers.

“Got it!” Savant beamed “Quinn says stay the fuck off his turf. Mind your lane or the next time he sends me I won’t be aiming for your shoulder.”

“How did you know I was...I was… no one knew...?” Jackdaw murmured incoherently.

“Your heart.” Savant explained “It’ll be your heart. Okay well I gotta go so take these next few months to reflect on any sort of ill advised turf wars, domestic disputes and fighting with your rivals. If you’re still interested in hiring me for revenge or whatever, you call me at my business payphone. Bye little birdy!”

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Savant dropped the phone to the floor, crushing it under their boot while rubbing the tension out of their neck. Around them was the standard stakeout gear: high powered and totally illegal sniper rifle, a neatly piled trash heap and a sniping pillow (Sniping’s hard on the stomach and knees.).

They packed away the gun, kicked the trash heap to make it look more like natural rooftop garbage and went downstairs.

Savant yawned tiredly, not at all concerned with the guards that were pouring out of Jackdaw’s hidey hole. They glanced around, trying to get their bearings when they noticed a hot dog vendor across the street.

“I really shouldn’t” they pursed their lips “Especially after paying for someone to set up the pyrotechnics spells. But I am hungry. Stomach wins!”

Savant made their way over, patting their stomach lovingly “One hotdog please. Everything on it.”

“You got it!” The vendor nodded before eyeing the commotion “What’s with that?”

“I don’t talk business.”

“O-kay. Umm here’s your hotdog. That’ll be two bucks.

Savant reached into their pocket and shoved a hundred dollars into the waiting vendor’s hand. Without a second look, Savant gratefully took the hotdog and walked away.

“Hey buddy! BUDDY! You gave me way too much!”

“You too!” Savant replied, took caught up in the rapture that was their meal.

This was a really fucking good hotdog.

#my work #Original Work #original story #my stuff

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orrible-orrible-orrible · 3 years

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Rating Walls Lyrically

AKA the hardest thing I did this week

Disclaimer - it's physically impossible for me to dislike a Louis song but I do place them differently based on their lyrical genius.

12. Perfect Now - She is a little too corny and no Louis I don't want to be reminded of the fact that I can be perceived as a physical entity. Funnily enough, despite this, it has one of my most favorite lines in the whole album - don't you wanna dance just a little dance, you never stop given half the chance.

11. Too Young - Put together the song makes me emotional as hell because of his voice and the meaning behind it but just in terms of its lyrics, I don't think there's anything particular that does justice to Louis's lyrical capabilities. The song's best lyrical moment is Louis breaking my heart over and over again by reminding me that he was once too young to know he had everything.

10. Don't Let it Break Your Heart - This is this low not because it's bad but just because there are better songs on the album when it comes to lyrics. Also, I wanted him to write a bridge which he didn't. Louis WHY?!?!?! The best lyrical moment of the song is of course Louis being a source of strength by reminding us that we are indeed driving down a road to something better.

9. Always You - She is the undisputed pop queen of the album and I will dance to it everytime it comes along. I go feral over the mention of usage of word Home and whoever is wrapping their legs around Louis is one lucky person. I sometimes don't know how I have survived that knowledge that this is something that happens in Tomlinson household. The lack of a different bridge kills a girl :( and hence the rank.

8. Kill My Mind - At this point, I am already regretting my decision to make this list because KMM deserves so much better but he managed to write better songs than this. BLAME HIM. BLAME HIS MIND. The lack of the bridge once again is :( but this song is the hottest thing on the album. KEPT ME LIVING FROM THE LAST TIME FROM A PRISON OF A PAST LIFE !?! ON A MISSION JUST TO FEEL LIKE WHEN YOU KISSED ME FOR THE LAST TIME!?!? Gonna rob a bank just so I can make out to this lyric. For legal purposes, this is a joke.

7. We Made It - Do I want to shout we made it on tour with Louis till I lose my voice, absolutely yes. Love the nostalgia and the hope and devastation this song brings me. WMI ofcourse has one of the most heartbreaking lines on the album in "oh god what I could've become don't know why they put all of this on us when we were so young" and I have no other reason of putting it this low except that this is not Louis on his best.

6. Habit - As I am typing this, I am crying becuase I love this song so much but I have had to place it on number 6?!?! Tomlinson, when are you paying me for emotional distress!??? No faults, BEST CHORUS ON THE ALBUM. Imagine being that fundamental to someone's life. The way he sings GOD I AM MISSING YOU AND YOUR ADDICTIVE HEART!?!? I have to scream in the void. Brb in a moment.

5. Fearless - If you put me in jail for this I will not stop you because *Taylor Swift voice* in my defence I have none. Oh to hear Louis introspect/diss about the dangers of fame and the power of youth. Also, to the tumblr user who has made the fearless*louis holding a dandelion edit, I owe you many breakdowns. Fun fact: Karl Marx has declared from the afterlife that he wanted Fearless to be the unveiling anthem of the Communist Manifesto and he is incredibly proud of Louis for writing this.

4. Two of Us - No comments except I am very proud of Louis for being brave enough to share this profound, evocative and raw side of his life. Thank you.

3. Defenceless - This ranking is an invitation for bloodbath, I know. But wow, what a lyrical moment on the album. The imagery, the metaphors, the vulnerability. Top notch. Louis maybe sleeping on his problems like he will solve them in his dreams but I didn't sleep peacefully for a week after I heard that he just is too tired to be tough and just wants to be loved. Universe better be taking note or there will be some problems.

2. Only The Brave - I think I can hear the whispered chants of "she's gone insane" for not placing this song as the Valedictorian. I share the sentiment just so we are all aware. This song has given me so much brain damage in the last year that I don't have thoughts left. The only reason it's on second is because Louis admitted that he didn't have a lot of input in the writing process of it.

1. Walls - *ba dum tsh* after much ado and painstaking effort, I present to you my favorite song Louis has written for the album. The title track is Louis's lyrical genius in all its glory and I feel every possible emotion every time I listen to the song. The verses, the pre-chorus, the chorus, the bridge, the outro - ALL IMMACULATE. I love growth and pain when it's presented to me in this delicious form. Here's reason 2828 why walls is incredibly special to me.

#txt #walls #lyrics #Louis's songwriting #please I spent so long on this #even though no one asked #come fight me about this #lt #Louis Tomlinson

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rimalovegood · 4 years

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Pokemon AU: The Seven Brothers as Pokemon trainers

A few years ago I made a similar set of headcanon’s for the MysMe characters and what kind of team they’d had if they were pokemon trainer and to this day it’s one of my favorite things I’ve written so I decided to do something similar for the Obey Me! characters.

(Since Tumblr hates links I’ll later reblog this with the source I used for the trainer ID’s but the Deviantart user is on each picture anyways)

Elite four member Lucifer wants to fight…

-The last and most powerful member of the Elite four, if you want to challenge Diavolo you have to very literally go through him and he has a team to be feared.

-Hydreigon and Houndoom are loosely based on Cerberus so I think they fit him very well, also they are known to be very aggressive when defied, just like Lucifer.

-Oricorio was a gift from Diavolo, he was really exicited about the idea of having matching pokemon with Lucifer and Barbatos and he chose the sensu form because it’s elegancy reminded him of Lucifer.

-Speaking of elegancy Persian and Tsareena are elegant royalty-like pokemon that give a prideful aura which fits Lucifer pretty well.

-Salamence it’s a little more difficult to explain. For this headcanon I asked friends that are pokemon fans but know nothing about otomes which pokemon reminded them of the deathly sins and the answer for pride was Salamence… at first I didn’t see it but the earlier stages of Salamence’s only wish it’s flying so on their final stage when it finally can fly there are proud of their wings. Also I can see Lucifer Salamence as reminder of his grief, a pokemon who left the ground and went into the sky for the angel that fell from there.

Elite four member Mammon wants to fight…

-he thinks being an Elite Four member is too much work but is also very proud of being one of the top trainers of the Devildom... just a little salty about being the first member thought; he knows he cannot beat Lucifer or Barbatos but surely he can beat Simeon, can’t he? (no, he can’t)

-His ace, Crobat is based a lot on how he is defined as a character. Zubat is a pokemon that’s usually looked down on and is often associated with evil teams but how does it evolves to Crobat and becomes it’s most powerful self? Throught friendship…and idk that reminds me a lot of Mammon.

-Sableye and Meowth are based on his sin. Sableye is known for tealing jewel (a very good companion for the avatar of greed) and Meowth is supposed to attract money.

-We all know this guy is a gambler and nobody can beat him at gambling, well, what’s the biggest prize you can get on pokemon casino on the older games? Yes, Porygon.

-Slowbro ended up on his team somewhat by accident, Mammon heard slowpoke tails were considered a delicatessen and not only that they grew back afterwards so he saw having one as a good investment….the problem was that just after he caught his slowpoke a Shellder attacked them and bit Slowpoke’s tail making it evolve into Slowbro.

-Scrafty has a similar aesthetic and it’s quick to get into fights, I figured out it would go well with Mammon.

Gym Leader Leviathan wants to fight…

-The water type gym leader, he is famous for the complex riddles every challenger must answer before even getting the chance to fight him.

-Has an old rivalry with Mammon and low key believes he should be on the elite four on his place

- As you might have guessed Seviper and Goldeen are inspired on Henry 1.0 and 2.0; he loves all his team but these two are the ones he had had for the longest and his favorites.

-Toxapex is basically Levi in pokemon form, a water/poison pokemon that when threatened hides on their shell and sends poison around, much like how Levi hides from the world on his room and acts all tsundere.

-For Levi raising one of the weakest pokemon into Gyarados was like farming on one of his MMORPGs and as he would do on one of those he completely outdid himself to the point it became his most powerful pokemon and the one every trainer fears whenever they enter his gym.

- Both Skrelp and Tentacruel are poison and water types and fit his character aesthetic pretty well (If you guessed the other reason why I chose Tentacruel you are reading too much Levi fancfiction….And I’m too)

Gym Leader Satan wants to fight…

-The leader of the Psychic type gym. His gym is themed around an escape room and only the ones who can solve the mystery can challenge the leader.

-Before becoming a gym leader he traveled through a lot of regions learning all he could about pokemon so his team includes species he caught on a bunch of different places.

-the psychic type is often associated with intelligence and knowledge so I think it fits him well.

-There is no much to say about Galarian rapidash, it’s a psychic unicorn. He had to have one.

-Alakazam is known to be more intelligent than humans, a fitting partner for someone who believes knowledge is power

-Grumpig and Darmanitan are inspired on his sin. Grumpig has very powerful psychic power that he unleash upon angered and Darmanitan is a very calm pokemon when he is on zen mode but unleash all his wrath when it goes into blaze mode.

-Satan it’s not only book smart, he is also an adventurer so of course he’d feel attracted to the mysterious Sigilyph usually found on ancient ruins and inspired on the Nazca lines.

-the last member of the team was a little more difficult to pick. Gallade is basically a white knight which is a weird thing to call a demon but if there is one that can act as one that’s Satan

Gym Leader Asmodeus wants to fight…

-Fairy type gym leader, he is also part time a contest trainer and he is really good at it.

-of course he only surrounds himself by pokemon as beautiful as himself.

-Asmo’s personality is based on the duality between his sweet and beautiful exterior and his darker side he keeps well hidden. Most of his pokemon show this but particularly Mimikyu, a pokemon that in its desire to be loved takes the appearance of the famous Pikachu.

-Hatterene just like Asmo has power over people’s feelings and on it’s design it reminds me so much of Asmo I had to make it his ace.

-Aromatisse is a pokemon based on perfume, cancan dancers and plague doctors. It likes being the center of attention as much as Asmo, so they’d get along well

-Shiinotic, Mawile and Gliscor represent his most dangerous side, not for nothing his animal is an scorpion. Both Shiinotic and Mawile are pokemon that are beautiful to look at but if you get too close you’d get either poisoned or biten…and well, Gligar is a literal scorpion (Sorry, the plot doesn’t give us much to work wih on this side, Asmo’s content tent to focus on his more “look I’m beautiful” side)

Gym Leader Beelzebub wants to fight…

-Normal type gym leader

-His team just like him looks bulky but they are a bunch of sweethearts.

-Tauros was inspired on his horns and the way he barrels like a bull when angered

-I know Greedent literally had greed on the name but it represents his gluttony as Greedent is known for hoarding and eating all food available.

-Munchlax had a similar reason behind, they eat a lot but are also very active. Much like Beel.

-Beel caught a little Teddyursa when younger because he thought it was cute and he loved seeing the little bear napping along Belphie. As they trained and grew stronger Teddyursa evolved on his most powerful pokemon, Ursaring.

-Miltank was a gift from Belphie, the younger twin figured Beel would enjoy having a limitless fountain of food with him.

-Cutiefly, I know this one doesn’t like it belongs on the team but it’s a cutie and a fly so I have to give one to Beel.

Gym Leader Belphegor wants to fight…

-Dark type gym leader (you all know why)

-Komala lives all its life asleep hugging a log like it’s a pillow, if that doesn’t scream Belphie I don’t know what.

-Musharna is a pokemon that’s said to bring good dreams, the same way Belphie got Miltank for Beel, Beel caught Musharna to take care of Belphie.

-Zoroark and Liepard are known for being tricksters and liars, much like Belphie enjoys pranking Lucifer and on the beginning hides his true nature from the MC. Inkay was chosen for a very similar reason he is a cute squid but has the potential to turn into the very dangerous Malamar.

-I’m going to get angsty and spoiler-ry on this one so consider yourself warned. Absol is believed to attract disaster and misery just like Belphie blames himself for what happened to Lilith and avoids peolple because of his guilt to the point he ends up causing real misery when he killed MC.

The undatebles coming soon...

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darkpoisonouslove · 3 years

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Until Color

Summary: An encounter with the most dangerous creature of all bled color into Faragonda’s world. Now temptation calls her away from the limited existence of an angel. Is there a choice between goodness and happiness or are things not at all the way an angel perceives them?

I wrote this about a month ago and I thought it would be on time for Femslash February. Hehe! Funny, funny. My brain vetoed that so it only comes now. The first three sentences are a prompt I got from tumblr and saw lying around in my notes. I thought of subverting every damn concept in them, though. Enjoy this torrid love affair!

"Mine," the siren murmured, dragging her lover into the ocean and ever deeper.

That was the day the angels learned their own could be tempted. Tempted and devoured like any other creature the sirens got their claws into. That was the day the full story got thrown down in the dark depths of the sirens' minds for only them to remember it once heaven turned away from the two writing it and history never bothered to even learn their names.

"Are you sure you want to come down with me?" Griffin didn't offer a hand along with the words to let Faragonda relax in the undisturbed waves around them. She couldn't have taken it when she knew what came flooding in with the touch of the siren's skin. She'd seen enough of it.

She nodded before looking up to the sky, more to make sure it wasn't descending upon her to snatch her out of the ocean and keep her suspended in a cold trap midair rather than to catch a last glimpse of it. It looked just like the sea. Colorless. Just like Griffin. All the difference came from the siren swimming in the excited waters while the weightless mass above remained silent and unmoved.

"You're sure no one will suffer from my choice?" Her insides lurched in all possible directions as if to rip themselves apart at the idea.

"I am sure all of the angels you left behind won't be pleased," Griffin's lips curled in the shape of a fishhook to pierce through her willingness to be the bait for the rest of her kind to follow her downfall, "but since angels can't suffer..." Griffin drove a finger through her own hair brutally but the only drops of water on her skin still carried just the salt of the sea. "You can't feel much at all, can you?"

"No humans will be sacrificed in this, you promised." The calmness of her voice was like bile bubbling up from inside her but nothing came out. Was there even anything inside her or was she hollow? Yet another question without answer when she couldn't let herself ask the creature in front of her. She'd already asked enough of her.

Griffin rolled her eyes, a huff falling from her lips to steer the water around them. "There's only one soul I can give you."

The sweetness of her voice lured Faragonda closer to taste it from her lips unlike all the fruit the flavor of which was lost on her tongue in her ethereal nature. Sirens didn't have that problem but she'd seen Griffin turn erratic at the smell of blood at the other end of the ocean.

"Mine," the word dripped more power than that of the sea from all the defiance packed into the meaning of it being uttered. "Follow me."

The waves swirled around them into a funnel to hide them from the world above and open a passage to the depths. Faragonda was caught in the water pressing against her in a way her own magic never touched her when she used it to help others. Her wings fluttered weakly like a folded leaf twirled by a hurricane and she felt no lighter. No heavier either. Always the same. Her old self.

She let her imagination run free further than she could reach into the abyss she'd avoided despite her immunity to most of its threats. With no drowning soul to rescue there was only colorless vastness in her sight to tint in the only blue she'd ever seen at the brush of Griffin's hand against hers. It had been a moment that had never died, her immortality along with Griffin's taking them through centuries at an arm's length. She didn't know the precise amount of time for it to be revealed to her if she opened her mouth and asked Griffin. Just the thought of the action caused pain deep inside her and not in her jaw with her limited knowledge of the world and her limited feelings on the paradox Griffin was.

She'd plunged in the ocean after the screams of a drowning man only to be hit with silence on the way there. She'd been late. She'd barely had the words, or the feelings, for the unprecedented occurrence. That had been before she'd seen the siren.

No human carried themselves like that in the water despite the lack of differences Faragonda's eyes could spot in the forms of the two species. The fast pace and unmistakable intent in the shape approaching her had gripped her mind and body with opposing impulses. The heavens had hissed in her head to remove herself from danger's path but the calm waters around had lulled her reflexes to sleep as she'd watched the familiar body of an unfamiliar but infamous creature close in on her. Just as colorless as all the rest of existence to raise no alarm. Until she'd opened her mouth to see Faragonda bolting towards the surface, her wings struggling against the density of the foreign realm.

The siren hadn't caught her but she'd caught a feel of her hand, the warmth of skin ripping through her like fire in a way it never did with humans through whom her fingers almost passed. Color had bled in to plunge her world in blue–like she'd heard people call the sea–as she'd shot out of the water. And underneath her – two eyes in faint gold–the color of a dying sunset–and a whiff of the purple Griffin's hair was woven from. Wisteria.

She'd crossed a line when she'd lingered behind after her job had been done, the powder from her wings already having healed the stab wound gaping in the wholeness of the body in front of her. The color had risen in her mind again stinging her eyes with the inability to see it and she'd let it wash the blood out of the head of the man she'd helped and drown out any other thought. He'd walked for miles until he'd found the answer to the impulse she'd infected him with. A tree with blossoms still appearing colorless to her but the shape of which had seared into her mind for her to color them in the shade she remembered every time she saw them. Or Griffin. Wisteria. The name of her ache.

It had been at first, when she'd blamed the siren for planting temptation in her heart. Until she'd touched her again and more color had bled in – an angry sun and dark amethyst. Griffin wasn't the source of the yearning in the center of her being. It was the ability to see colors that she didn't have, the nature of being something other than an angel that wasn't hers to have. Griffin was the solution. And the betrayal to her self and all her kind was all hers.

They reached a bottom that was supposed to be dark but to her was all the same. To any angel it would be if they dared enter the sirens' domain. It was almost an instinct–much like rushing to a suffering soul they couldn't avoid hearing scream for help–to evade sirens. Saving drowning people was done with swiftness and caution – not just for the person, but also for minimizing the chances of contact. The chances of a siren's voice latching on to them like a trap springing.

"After the kiss is over, we'll both be human," Griffin explained, her voice as alluring as it'd been the first time and during any other interaction, normal. Faragonda couldn't help the pull of the knowledge Griffin shared freely. And to think a kiss held such power. "We won't be able to breathe underwater and I'll have to get us back to the surface as soon as possible. You have to hold on all the way through. Especially at the end. Understand?"

Faragonda nodded, her lips moving of their own will. "Why me?" Was she after Griffin's voice or her own? They had both agreed to sacrifice everything they were so why stall now? "Was it because I am the only angel you could tempt down here?"

Griffin looked at her with emotion she couldn't decipher when all she saw were the contours of it, not the colors and intricacies. "I haven't done a thing to tempt you. I couldn't." The words came out forceful, like they always did when Faragonda asked questions about the world. Yet, Griffin answered them anyway. She was the only one who did. "Sirens can't tempt angels. We don't have that kind of power."

The wings fluttered on Faragonda's back like an angry wasp's in demand of an explanation. Not from Griffin, but Griffin was the only one that would give it to her. If it were all lies, heaven sure was putting her to the test. She couldn't blame herself for falling.

"In the beginning of the world there were no angels or sirens," Griffin filled the void her silence had carved in the water around them. "There were just people and some of them were blessed with magic by the Great Dragon. There were different kinda of magic users but the most prominent one were fairies. Their fairy dust could heal wounds and abolish darkness." Like the powder of her wings.

She'd heard fairies were the human equivalent of angels. They had magic and wings and while their fairy dust was a weaker version of her powder, they were tangible beings. They could touch and see in color, and be seen, the warmth of a smile not unfamiliar to them just like the warmth of a hand. Of happiness.

"Then the fairies rebelled against the exploitation of their abilities to cleanse everyone's souls from darkness while people put little to no effort in doing it for themselves. Their fairy dust had limits. It was bound to their life force and they had only so much of it." An unfamiliar concept when her powder was as plentiful as the colorless horizon in front of her was vast every time she looked at the world. "Seven fairies who became known as the Ancestral Fairies gathered resources and magic to create a safe haven for all fairies like them who had had enough of being exploited."

"Did they make it?" It was her own voice she was looking for. To make sure she hadn't lost it. Hadn't had it stolen by just a story of the pain and horror of what had transpired... and lived in Griffin's mind.

"They were captured," Griffin's voice didn't tempt but burned now – through her eyes as if to burn the images in them. "And so were all of their followers, to be brought to a place called Light Rock where the darkness was drained out of them via the shine of the Water Stars to leave behind only the bright flames of the Dragon Fire. Their essence was reduced until they lost their tangibility and any sight as they themselves were made of light."

Faragonda clenched her eyes shut. "Angels." They'd lost their ability to cry as well. To feel anything but positive emotions. But how are you to tell you're happy when that's all you've ever been? To her it was all the same – every day and every feeling. Until the yearning for wisteria had exploded in her to leave her aching.

"The Water Stars were obscured in darkness and cast away into the ocean they'd created." The harshness of the words stood out even more in contrast with Griffin's melodic voice making Faragonda look to make sure it hadn't cut her in half. "As if they weren't the opposite of the Dragon Fire in power and element. They shed the darkness for it to spread over the bottom of the ocean that had once been lit by the stars in the sky and make it impossible to see in the deep instead. That was where the sirens were born from the stardust of the Water Stars mixing with the darkness." Griffin blinked as if the abyss staring right at her had won. "The colors we see are so intense. They stab through our minds and burrow themselves there to never be washed away. So do smells and tastes, touch, all sorts of information we can never forget. We hold it inside our minds like the darkness of space holds the stars and the planets, and all the life on them."

Her questions. They reminded Griffin of the vessel she'd been made. "What about sounds?" She had to know. She couldn't stay blind anymore.

"Sounds are the worst," Griffin's voice trembled like a string pulled too hard and wailing for mercy. Faragonda had always heard similar cries from musical instruments and nature – not human souls but touched by them and left with more than just fingerprints smudged over them. She was there to listen at least if not offer the power to grant the plea. "Sounds always remind us of our own screams that everyone not only ignores but calls beautiful."

No!

"Hypnotizing even."

She couldn't have missed it.

"Tempting."

"Your song." How had she not heard it? Had she been so wrapped up in herself that she'd missed the suffering of another soul? Had she gone rogue because she'd always been a bad angel? "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Sorry is no good coming from an angel." Griffin swallowed as if the words were harder to say than to hear. "Tell me again when you're no longer one."

Faragonda nodded. The first promise she was giving. It dug inside her mind like no blessing had ever stayed with her. She always forgot the faces, never even knew the lives she saved. This time she knew the colors of the future she breathed life into.

"Siren voices don't work on angels because the species used to be one. Sirens were the darkness of the soul of which angels were the light. Light that was forced to shine. It will never hear the cries of the darkness it was made to obliterate." Yet, the words were coming out in a downpour now. "That's why sirens sing to humans. We couldn't leave the depths of the ocean but even the darkness pierces our perception with excessive details and the blood of killed fish makes us sick. Ships are a moving hell bustling with life that offers a chance at escape."

Griffin's eyes were looking through her and for the first time it hurt in a different way. It hurt that she couldn't block the pain from clouding Griffin's gaze.

"When we touch someone, they feel what we feel, and when we kiss them, all our feelings and the sensations we experience pass into them."

Bright blue. Deep gold and dripping purple. A warm hand. Salt in the air making its way down her lungs. Griffin's life had flown in her and she'd been jealous. Now all she wanted was to give her some of her calm.

"Humans provide but a brief relief as they're already a mix of light and darkness and don't live nearly as long as we do. The only way to complete the process is for an angel to mix their light with a siren's darkness."

A kiss. Soft lips. Warm lips. Red she hadn't seen and couldn't imagine. A taste of fullness. A taste of peace. A promise to keep.

"Siren's don't go after angels, though," Griffin wasn't finished unburdening her heart yet. "Humans jump off of ships lured by the bountifulness our voices let them touch themselves to. But angels are too pure. All an angel cares about is goodness and a siren has none of that, only the self-serving interest of relief, peace, calmness. You can't hear our song so no siren bothers luring what is out of reach to break their own heart." Griffin looked down at her, a deep crease running through her forehead like a crack.

Sinking? She was sinking. Another thing an angel couldn't do. She had to be the worst of them and gold bled into the thought to elicit a smile. "Will you try it for me?" her wings shuddered as she forced them to line her up with Griffin once again. "Maybe we were meant to meet if you never tried to lure me closer." It wasn't that she hadn't heard her. Griffin had never sang. "Maybe I can hear you."

Griffin looked right into her this time carving deeper than Faragonda had ever managed to reach inside herself. Carving through something inside her. She had to be. Otherwise, how could she feel the path of Griffin's gaze in her being?

Whatever was filling out the hollowness inside her she'd feared was enough for Griffin. She opened her mouth and what came out of there was less a song and more a single sound of bubbling intensity. There was so much of it, in it, that Faragonda could drown in it herself as it filled her up to overflowing, to sensation, to... pain. There was a sharp pulsing inside her caught in the rhythm of Griffin's anguish. Perhaps not a heart–not in the traditional sense–but she wasn't empty. She wasn't cold. She could feel for someone else.

Griffin's mouth hung open even as the sound died. "You can hear it." No question. Just rapid blinking. Tears, from a siren. Impact of a positive emotion slicing through all of her pain.

"Do you know why I looked for you?" No pause for thinking. "Not because of all the things I could see and feel with you." A temptation like none before but she could have resisted if it came from outside. Just some colors she would've gotten used to the same way she no longer noticed her colorless existence. Smells and tastes she would've familiarized herself with until they only ever evoked memories inside her instead of creating new ones. Feelings as constant in duration and content that she would've confused them with her own after a certain point. But it had been Griffin's outside world that had resonated with her inner one to bring it to life. "You never told me what I could and couldn't do." It was the first time the words formed in front of her eyes without her mind sweeping them away like dust before she could say them. She'd become a complementary part–not a missing one, for any other siren could give her what Griffin could, yet, she had been the only one who had approached her–and together they'd done the impossible. An angel hurting and a siren crying.

"I was always close by when you were at sea or near the shore," the huskier sound of Griffin's voice stabbed her with the rawness of the words, of speaking at all after their miracle had cut through who they were down to the bone. "Not because of the limited touches we shared. I could get more relief from a human drowned in my kiss." All those humans Faragonda hadn't saved in her fear of corruption as temptation had lingered under her skin long after Griffin had been out of reach. "I hadn't had many close encounters with angels before–you're all conditioned to run from sirens–but you were different. A good soul instead of a good angel."

What did Griffin know of goodness as she killed for a drop of relief that only left her yearning for more? "I've thrown away everything that makes an angel."

"Exactly!" Griffin grabbed fistfuls of the water around them in her fieriness. "You're not just good because it is all you can be. There's at least a touch of darkness inside you, a free will, but your first thought is always protecting people."

People. She'd be a human but how much could she do for them?

"Trust me, they'll be safer with a siren out of the way," Griffin said as if reading her thoughts. Unless they were written over her–still impossible to read in her own colorlessness–then Griffin understood. She had good in her, too. "And you can still help even if you do it through other means. We both can."

"Kiss me."

The siren's lips on hers were starved for the contact as if she was the one who couldn't taste and her fervor only grew as her perception flowed into Faragonda. There was the salt again, already familiar but much stronger now, almost burning her taste buds after the drought they'd been subjected to. The warmth of Griffin's body pressed into her sent shivers swimming over her spine like a school of fish making the water tingle as it splashed over her skin, but that was the heat spilling over her. Purple imbued her vision–violet, the word popping into her mind from another flow she'd almost missed–as Griffin's hair was the first thing she saw sprawling around like the threads of a net.

She ran a hand through it to absorb the intense shade while the siren's–was she still clinging to her previous self?–eyes were closed. The color of her own skin caught her eye as it grew richer and in her wonder she tugged on the purple strands. A bursting moan flooded her senses to break through her fascination with the process but Griffin's grip on her tightened. Her tongue was more insistent in Faragonda's mouth to explore every corner of it.

A pleasant heaviness set inside her as her heart pounded in her ears overshadowing the gentle whimpers leaving Griffin's throat. They were weaker in volume but grew steady in consistency as Griffin's skin glowed with blinding lightness. A sight to die for had Faragonda gotten to see the gold of her eyes as well. But without it the burning in her lungs unsettled the magical atmosphere to send her kicking her feet, her wings not responding.

Her fingers dug into Griffin's shoulders to bruising but she didn't let go until they were swimming towards the light above. All the blue flooding her vision relaxed her grip but she held on. She wasn't letting go of Griffin unless she asked her to. She herself had no more questions for... the other woman.

They were human. The stinging in her lungs as the first gulps of breath pierced through them when the liplock broke and the vibrant colors she was squinting at told her that much. But there was more. There was a breeze on her face and water drops sliding down her skin, cold and warmth enveloping her from the water and Griffin, wet hair sticking to her back and swollen lips to scream of the kiss that had fogged her mind.

"I'm sorry." The kept promise tasted even sweeter than when she'd given it to leave her senses overwhelmed and craving the salt on Griffin's breath once again.

Griffin's eyes shined on her with a mellow light in the sun's stead as it had yet to climb on the sky and blind her with its rays. But for now she was met with wisteria and rich honey while Griffin's even breaths brushed over her wet skin.

She reached out to stroke the purple strands, the feeling of them between her fingers perfectly new. She missed the golden brown when Griffin closed her eyes but the purring that filled its absence occupied her attention as well. Right until she remembered Griffin's hair wasn't the one she was seeing or touching for the first time.

She ran a hand through her own hair, the same softness startling when it came from herself, before gingerly catching a lock to look at. "Chestnut."

"Chestnut," Griffin repeated while consuming the sight in front of her, a small smile stretching her lips in recognition as she reached out to touch the brown strands herself.

She ran her fingers through them gently, never once tugging on the tangled wet mess. What stroked a shudder over Faragonda's spine was the meaning attached to the gesture. They were both free of their longing for what the other could give them, yet touching was even more natural now. Like they longed for each other.

Her stomach fluttered with countless butterflies to cut her with the stillness from her back. Her wings weren't responding, only bending slightly under the rule of the breeze. They were dead on her back. Reaching behind, she couldn't even touch them. All she could ever feel in them again was the elements. Why leave them strapped to her back then?

A finger traced over them in tact with Griffin's chest pressing against hers to set her whole body alive with sensation. A ticklish touch on her wings that pulled a gasp out of her as she flung herself forward and further into Griffin's warm, naked body against her.

"I'm afraid they'll never move with your will again," Griffin's voice was higher, lighter, unburdened and even more alluring than before. "They are transparent now, no powder in them anymore. That is all in me. But they can still bring you sensation. You should be careful with them. It could be a very painful experience." So that was what they were for. To remind her she had wanted to feel it all.

"I wish I could look at my eyes," the sentence slipped from her lips so easily. No strings for it to get tangled into now that she was free of her duty as angel. Only the somber realization that she still didn't know the color of her own eyes.

"You are," Griffin pointed to the far end of the sky where black was just making room for the deepest blue. Blue that got to touch wisteria.

"I most certainly am not," she locked eyes with Griffin, the honey enveloping her mind plentiful and sweet. And so were Griffin's lips when she met her for a kiss.

That was the day two people learned what happiness was and changed the world refusing to acknowledge them.

#winx club #winx griffin #winx faragonda #griffin x faragonda #siren!griffin #angel faragonda #yet another siren au #s x a au #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing

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Anon said: Opinions on Ochamina?

Cute soft and pink! Would be my main ship for those two if I didn’t ship seromina and ochadeku as hard as I do

Anon said: Hi there i was just wondering if its okay to ask you some questions about your art tools i work on paper a lot but i want to switch to digital art and want to know what to buy to get started you know?? if its not okay to ask thats fine, have a nice day!

I use Easy Pain Tool SAI and a wacom tablet so old I’m pretty sure they don’t even make them anymore haha if you’re just starting then anything is fine, really! The first thing you’ll need to do will be to get used to the feel of it, you won’t need anything fancy for that imho

Anon said: Yet again, I’m sleepy and feeling sappy so I luv youwu~

Awwww thank you so much!!! <3<3

Anon said: well guess who now has A LOT OF FEELINGS about Seromina after your reply? This anon. Holy, now I need like all the content about them. *goes of in search* Thank you for sharing your headcanon because it made me feel a lot of fluffy feelings!! Which yay!! I need more fluffly feelings in my life!! Also love love love your art. All of it original content and everything else (with a very soft sport for kiribaku and the bakusquad)

Ah heck thank you!!! And I’m very very glad to see I could make you see why I like them!!! :D

Anon said: how do you draw hair? i keep trying digitally, but it just seems so difficult! i tend to have so much trouble because i keep comparing myself to artists like you and the way you draw/shade/highlight hair is such a mystery to me!

Hmmmmm this is a hard question because I honestly mostly just go by gut feeling - I try to keep in mind gravity when it’s applicable (aka when it’s not gravity-defying hairstyles like kiri and baku’s)? But that’s the most conscious thought I put in it by this point. This might be an annoying advice to get but as always my only proper one is to look at real life people and study the way hair naturally falls on them, studying from real life is always the fastest way to learn how to draw something as far as my experience goes... and this one is gonna be hard but try not to compare yourself too much to others? Doing things your own way at your own pace will make the learning process a lot more fun!

Anon said: opinon on the lack of kiribaku interactions in the show recently? they have been interacting less and less since the provisional exam arc :( and even lesser in the manga. i miss my bois but bless you for the content omg😭💞

The truth is that they haven’t been the protagonists of an arc at the same time for so long that they’ve had little to no reason to interact with each other, and also that when Hori has characters interacting with them in the background it’s usually to have them reprimend them or tell them to shut up and at first they covered that role for each other but now they’re such good friends that all their interactions end up being them being nice to each other and Horikoshi needs his silly sketches thrown in the background at any possible moment so now Kaminari is the one you’ll see interacting with them the most, because he’s silly and doesn’t mind being a dick to either of them whenever given the chance. Or at least that’s the conclusion I came to after rereading the manga a couple months back. On the bright side they HAVE started interacting more again! We’ve been seeing them often just chilling together in the background, so cute, I love them best friends ;;;

Anon said: User kawaiiastar has reposted some of ur art just wanna let u know :)

Thank you for letting me know, I’ll look into it and see if I can get it removed orz

Anon said: ur drawings are so warm but like?? i just realized how much u talk in the tags and so ive been reading them and they actually add alot to ur art and its entertaining. idk just a little thing :) never stop doing krbk aus if you enjoy them!! would love to see stucky and soul eater if you can !! and i hear u about the reposters. they are all over instagram and its honestly quite upsetting. ive heard of artists that left the fandom because of it which is unfortunate. hope you are having a great day!

Hahaha I’m glad you like my talking too much in the tags since sometimes I just can’t avoid it lmao I have many things to say about my stuff most time than not..... anyway, I hope you’ll have a wonderful day too!

Anon said: i fight instagramers every day for you 💞

Thank you ;;;;;;;;

Anon said: I love you so please stay safe!!

Thank you!!! I hope you’ll stay safe too, anon!!!

Anon said: During quarantine all I have to look forward to is your posts, it’s always great to check tumblr for the 14th time and see a new post by you.

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; heck, I’m so glad I can make this tiring time a little more pleasant to you, anon!! <3

Anon said: I have class (online) at 8am and it’s currently 3:42am yet I couldn’t stop scrolling on your page!!! I’ve been going through the tags for like 30 minutes omg. I came to look at your seromina stuff and now I’m looking at EVERYTHING. I’ve been following you for so long and I love your art so much I’m screaming! I’m literally accidentally unliking then liking everything again cuz I’ve seen it all and keep forgetting I already liked it! Your account is like food for my soul ily!!!!! Thank you sm!!!

Ahhhhh anon thank you so so much!!!! You’re so kind I’m gonna tear up TTATT please do try to sleep next time you have to wake up early!!

Anon said: I read a headcanon saying Bakugo smoked. That would never happen because Kirishima would kill him.

To be fair that would never happen because he straight up said so in the first chapter of the manga lmao but I’m of the opinion that if people want to ignore canon in their headcanons to have fun they have all the power to do so!

Anon said: Idk if you’ve been asked this before, but how do you feel about Momo x Jirou? :D and I love your art!

One of my top Jirou ships! I’ve drawn stuff for them in the past actually, they’re in my momojirou tag!

Anon said: I love you way more than it’s healthy.

Thank you ;;;;;;;;; I love you a whole damn lot too, anon <3<3

#fran answers #some!!!! replies to questions i'd left to pile up in my inbox #now slep

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dannymayevent · 4 years

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Congrats to tumblr user @omgiamwish for completing Dannymay 2020! All of your art was fantastic, and we appreciate so much all of the hard work you put into creating something new each day.

This fic was written by @lexosaurus based on your art for Day 29 Heat.

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The first thing Danny registered was the smoke.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbled, pulling the blanket over his face. It was too early for this. Goddamnit, it was a Saturday too, wasn’t it? What the hell were his parents doing?

He tried to force himself back asleep because he would be damned if he woke up at what-the-hell-o’clock because of whatever stunt his parents were pulling, but for some reason his body refused to cooperate.

But why? It was just a little bit of smoke...

Wait.

A high-pitched scream sounded from another room.

Smoke.

Danny bolted up, throwing the blanket off him and shooting out of bed. His eyes darted around him only to be met with black waves of smoke billowing in from his door.

What…?

He stumbled to his door and went to grab the handle, only to pull his hand away hissing at the contact.

The door handle was hot. It was hot!

Danny stepped back, coughing. What was happening?

His throat was suddenly tight in a way that made Danny unsure if the smoke was to blame. He stared down at his hands with wide eyes. This couldn’t be happening.

The air was growing denser by the second. And it was hot, so hot. Vaguely, he could see some red and orange flicker in the corner of his room, but he couldn’t look to see what it was because it hurt to breathe and the air was hot and it was pressing down on Danny and choking him and he needed to get out of here.

Someone screamed again—Jazz—and Danny darted through the door, transforming into Phantom as he did—

Bad idea.

The heat increased tenfold, and for a moment Danny was blinded by the clouds of smoke. He coughed and looked around, his eyes watering. He blinked and looked around, his stomach dropping as his worst fears were becoming a reality:

Fire. The house was on fire.

He coughed again, nearly collapsing into the carpet. It was too hot. Phantom may not have needed to breathe as much as Fenton would, but Phantom had an ice core. His ghost half didn’t do well in the heat.

He needed to get out of here.

“Jazz!” Danny yelled, staggering forward into the hallway.

The fire licked at the walls, devouring anything in its path with a verocaty that Danny had never seen before. It reached out to him with spindly fingers, desperate to grasp onto his clothes and skin.

It was too hot.

“JAZZ!”

He spun around. Where were his mom and dad? Where were the firemen? Why wasn’t the fire alarm going off?

The fire roared in his ears, and the ceiling creaked above him, planks of wood scattering onto the ground. His core...

No…

Danny threw himself against Jazz’s door, but it didn’t budge.

“Jazz, please!”

He closed his eyes and focused. His core was vibrating, begging him to get out of here but he fought against it, willing himself intangible as he fell through Jazz’s door.

The door burst into flames.

Danny scrambled away from the fire and demanded his shaking body upright, only to immediately regret it as he doubled over, coughing.

“Jazz!” he wheezed.

The fire surrounded him, dancing around as if it were mocking him. It spun and wove its way to and fro throughout the room, inviting him into its arms.

No...he needed to...he needed to find Jazz.

But through his blurred vision, he surveyed the room. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here.

The ceiling groaned, finally giving into its battle against the heat. It collapsed, falling around Danny, smashing into walls and floors like a tidal wave. Danny’s hand shot up and, with the last of his reserve, he forced an ecto-shield over his body.

A beam swung down from the ceiling, shattering his shield and knocking his body across the room. A searing burn overtook his torso, and he curled in on himself, gasping as he lay on Jazz’s floor.

It was too hot. There was too much smoke.

He couldn’t breathe.

Jazz…

“Please…”

It was so..so…

The window shattered, and Danny’s eyes widened as he saw the fire instantly ravage the rest of the room. Time slowed down and, without thinking, he pushed himself over the ledge of what used to be Jazz’s room.

He hit the ground hard, wheezing for the breath that was knocked out of him and blinking away the black spots that were trying to overtake his vision. His fists gripped the grass. Lights flashed around him and in the distance he heard sirens.

“Phantom?” a stranger’s voice called out from behind him.

Danny closed his eyes, ignoring the man. His core trembled under his skin and he clawed at his chest, begging for his core to understand that he wasn’t in the fire anymore it was okay please stop please stop but deep down he knew that this wasn’t from the fire.

Please…

It was too hot.

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“You switched majors? But you were so into sports in high school! Hell, you were my best teammate.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure about electrical engineering at first, but my professors have been awesome and the classes are actually really cool. My parents are still pushing for me to be a doctor, though. You know how they can be.”

“Eh, screw ‘em. No offense, Kwan, but you’d cry at every patient.”

Kwan snorted. “That’s fair. So what about you, Mr. High School Quarterback? You still going for sports science?”

“Yeah,” Dash said, rounding the street corner. “But you know, it’s funny. When I was younger I always pictured myself as a football coach or something like that, but honestly I’ve really gotten into the PT side of things. I’ll probably still get my athletic trainer certification next year—I might as well—but I think I want to go more into injury rehabilitation and stuff like that.”

“I think you’d be a great physical therapist. You should totally go for it.”

“Thanks, man.”

Dash glanced over at Kwan, marveling at the changes in the other boy. Though Kwan was always outwardly confident in high school, Dash had been close enough with him at the time to be able to pick out the subtle insecurity lingering just behind his eyes. But that insecure arrogance was long gone and now replaced with a different kind of confidence, one far more relaxed and approachable. His stride had even changed, from the rigid linebacker to an easygoing college undergrad.

Kwan rambled on about some new ecto-friendly technology, and Dash couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lit up in excitement. But then that expression flashed into one of shock before settling on something far more somber. He raised his arm out in front of him and said, “Look, he’s still there.”

Dash’s eyes trailed back out to the line of houses in front of him, sweeping the seemingly normal neighborhood before landing on one home that sent ice curling through his veins. “Wow. He is.”

“It’s been five years now, right?”

“I think so.”

“I wonder if he’s left that spot at all since then.”

Dash shook his head. His throat felt tight. “Doubt it. Remember when the mayor tried to get him out of there? Phantom went totally berserk. Mr. Masters even managed to track down some of Phantom’s old ghost friends too, but it didn’t work.”

“It’s so sad.”

“Yeah.” Dash stared at the tumbled mass of broken brick. No one could touch it, not with Phantom guarding it like his existence depended on it.

...and maybe it did.

Phantom was calm now, that much Dash could see. He sat cross-legged hovering just above the pile of what used to be the Fenton’s house. His back was towards the road, and from a distance he still resembled the protective angel that used to guard the town. But Dash knew, and everyone else in Amity Park knew, that if they got too close to the old home, then like a switch Phantom would turn into a rabid animal, attacking everything and everyone on site.

No, it was best to leave him be. The town had already fenced off the property, preventing drunk teens with a death wish from becoming the next breaking news headline.

After all, Amity Park didn’t have a guardian protecting its citizens anymore.

“Do you think he thinks he can still save them? The Fentons?” Kwan asked, pulling Dash out of his thoughts.

“I...don’t know. I don’t think anyone really knows what he’s thinking.”

They walked by the house. Even though they were still a sizable distance from Phantom, Dash could still feel the cold otherworldly chill crawl up his arms. He forced his gaze away from the glowing figure, if only as some thinly-veiled attempt to prevent the ghost’s attention.

Not that it would have mattered. Phantom didn’t seem to register anything other than the safety of the burnt pile of rubble. It was like the rest of the world didn’t exist to the ghost.

Dash paused at the next street corner and looked back one more time at the cursed plot of land. From this angle, he could finally see Phantom’s face. His eyes were wide open, glowing, and empty. His expression was one of stone. He sat with his hands on his knees, staring at the pile of rubble beneath him.

Dash sighed and turned away. There was nothing he could do. Nothing that anyone else could do.

They moved onto the next block, leaving Phantom behind.

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