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Poke Pt 1 - The Winter Soldier

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Hey guys, this is the rewrite of Poke! Chapter One and the fun continues! Hope you like the new way Bucky and Pluto interact compared to the original go around when they meet in the middle of the invasion. 25 chapters written so far and it's so much fun, can't wait for you all to see it as it grows. :)

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Camp Lehigh, New Jersey. Hours of operation for tours of Captain America’s training stomping grounds were posted on the front gate. Past that in the dark of the night a tactical gear clad group of nine passed armed to the gills and in search of a glowing Vigilante, Misique. Black and yellow armor styled after a yellow jacket, what the name translated to in Latin, supposedly she was the one who had targeted once known Jyllania Vladiskarskova, code named The White Dove, born Pluto Lagertha Pear. The child with a familiar face to the eldest Winter Soldier who had seen red at the word that his prized pupil was being targeted by the Vigilante while on her first solo mission.

This seclude place was where the team had located the target. Out here, not for the first time, but the third time this year so far. Hydra had a hidden hold here within a secret SHIELD backup of cold files from the birth of the organization. But as far as the team could tell there was no clue as to what the target ever came here for since their trip wires had never been touched to warn of her knowing of the secret hold here at all. An assumption was made her secret base was kept here to use the protection of both the notoriety of the Cap’s history here, SHIELD’s and Hydra’s to keep what they hid here safe within the overlap of protection.

Barrack buildings lined the pathway that led to a heat signature they were tracing with aims to ambush. Just a paintball like ball, unseen in the night air to the men wearing night vision visors, burst against the chest of the lead man. Colorful gas that exploded to a twenty foot diameter within a second dropped the dozen men around the Winter Soldier to the ground while the latter struggled to not succumb. Bent forward however inside the mist a familiar knock of a boot into the side of his was his last memory before the colorfully cloud hidden world went dark to the Winter Soldier.

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“All yours,” you said gripping the arm of your former teacher. In a hunch you hoisted his body up over your shoulders to the pounce of Symbiotes in wait that devoured the others, and then did as they had planned to cough up the trackers in the oddest of places to send Hydra chasing their tails. Masked and blind you hastened for eleven feet back into clear night air. Left solely in the dark under watch of your cluster of hidden bees on patrol you removed the mask that slipped into the open tear in your jeans.

Up a set of steps you trotted with ease even with the 200lb over six foot body slumped across your shoulders to let yourself inside the munitions building you sealed behind you. Deeper inside the building a bookshelf was grabbed to slide aside revealing a hidden staircase down to a numerically locked door with a keypad. Back to the side you moved the shelves then turned to head down to the door that for you opened itself as you said, “Mark Antony, go for it.” Not since the blip had you been able to set this wildfire bee loose, and after being named the target of your former teacher, Pierce had broken the terms of his warning and would pay dearly. He tried to take your new life away for a second time and now permanently you would take his away.

Already you had a cot ready for the man you lowered onto it, taking his fleshy arm to cuff to a well anchored metal bar around a raised platform floor section, knowing what his initial response would be when he woke up after a gas attack. And before he could wake with a roll of tools laid out already the vibranium left arm he had was removed so you could disassemble it. Asking a bee to search into the shoulder mount and his collarbone destroyed the tracking device anchored on the latter.

Settled back onto a nest shaped chair the arm laid across your lap. The bee shaped communicator earpiece hidden inside a small tray within the red star painted on the arm was removed to be scanned by your bees for the usual damage it would receive from the cryo chamber. Trackers were negated by the field barrier inside this hidden space you used to cut off Hydra from what happened inside when you were here as SHIELD labeled it as practically fossilized for usefulness.

One twist of a tool and like chain mail snakes sections of the arm began to collapse into lengths that coiled in their falls to the floor around your feet. And out of your new tassled messenger bag you’d found in your favored second hand shop to replace the one the trip back to 1963 had ruined a trio of jars was brought out to open. And with the coiled linked parts of a new black vibranium arm for your teacher were expanded to fit together again closer in appearance to an arm from their snake like current shape.

At least it was somewhat warm a good deal underground. Just in a baggy sweater pinned by a secretly pocketed vest, wedge boots and torn jeans you dressed for an easy slip into crowds after this planned ambush. He was dressed warmly in layers with just the top half of his face and his metal shoulder joint so he didn’t need one of the blankets that were folded underneath his head to become a makeshift pillow.

Gradually his breathing had deepened and with eyes off the new arm his body flexing in a series of tests of his bodily control was your signal to lower the now completed arm to your side. Just barely the angle of his arm had his close eyed self shift to test his inability to move his arm then snap his eyes open.

“Hey Star Boy.” Right to you his eyes snapped as you said, “Had to take their tracker out of your collar bone too.” Still masked he kept his eyes fixed on you as you eased off the chair to crouch at his side. “Mind if I take off your mask?” He shook his head and lifted it a bit so you could ease hands around his head to remove the clip holding the mask over his nose and mouth. “Sorry about the gas, but I take it there’s a great deal you weren’t told when they sent you out here.”

“What is your mission, White Dove?”

And you grinned at him, “No mission. There’s a great deal they made you forget. Would you like to remember what they wanted you to forget?”

“Yes.” He said and you lit up settling a hand on the side of his face igniting his eyes in return. For a few moments the light lingered as all their work to trap his mind and keep what they forced him to do was gone while a warmer past stolen from him came flooding back and right away he knew just why he had taken to you as a child. “What’s your real name?”

“Pluto Lagertha Pear. Would you like me to uncuff you now Bucky so I can give you a new arm?”

Tears began to prickle into his eyes hearing his real nickname from his former life from you, “Yes please.”

“Now,” you said reaching over him to unlock the cuff from his wrist leaving the other end linked to the pole. “I suppose I should explain something,” as he sat up you settled the key at your side and said, “Okay, there was this AI with a crystal body but the mind of a clone of Hitler.” You said parting his lips. “Few Christmases back he snatched a group of people, me and Tony Stark included. I got sent back to 1938 and Tony to the middle of the Cold War.”

“So you’re Chickadee.”

And you smiled to his playful smirk, “I am, but SHIELD has taken the excuse she’s from an alternate dimension and just has my face and a similar past coming here to keep this version of her safe.” That had him chuckle and you rolled your eyes. “Which brings up the question, you did an interview for an article on me.”

Again he chuckled, getting lost in the feeling of having his emotions back and feeling actually safe and happy to be with you as he had felt in that first meeting with you so long ago before he was captured. “They paid $80, wanted a lovesick story. Helped my Ma out. You killed Hitler for me.”

“That is debatable, whether he was in that Nazi castle or not is debatable. History claims otherwise. If I made anything confusing-,”

“You were a kid who, you lit up dancing, you were not very good,” he said with a chuckle making you grin in embarrassment, “You caught on, but, even terrible you lit up like something else on that floor.” A seriousness flooded into his eyes painted with remorse, “All I could think was somebody hurt you so bad, to light up like that, and I hurt you.”

Catching his eyes you said, “You apologized, even when they had you drugged, you apologized.”

A tear broke down his cheek, “I wanted to tear you out of that tomb. I have never, heard anything, like that scream.”

Onto his shoulder above is missing arm your hand rose to rest, “I forgave you each time you apologized. You taught me how to fight, taught me to play the weaker one and my size to advantage, taught me to stop flinching. You taught me how to save myself when I knew even SHIELD was never going to, and if they hadn’t put you back on ice I could have taken you out then. I’m sorry James, it’s been four years since I left Russia.”

Just slightly he leaned in to seriously say, “You never, ever, apologize for saving yourself from them. I’m not the first they sent after you, am I?”

“Few people, Cooper was, last year,” you said making him smirk as you said, “He kicked Pierce through a wall when he tried to give the code words to him alone. They won’t work on you, neither will the gas, not anymore. Left a failsafe in your brain against them.”

“How is Cooper?”

“Good, with his family, niece was shadowing me a while before he was cut loose. Technically they were after tech called an Orca box, and he happened to cross my path. Aside from that it’s been the odd mercenary or a couple Widows.”

“He told you about Pierce?”

“Few months after I got out Pierce tried to gas me. I broke every bone in his body,” you said making him smirk, “Then I made him walk coated in bees right into SHIELD HQ as I blew up his properties and erased his life and that of his daughter’s and her son and his mistresses. Just enough trouble to remind him what I can take away if he came near me again. He steered clear since then, Cooper took me to a hospital where Pierce and Nick Fury came to check on the men who were there from the day, oh you’ve missed some fun stuff. There are creatures named Titans that box can speak to, they think it controls them but it just pisses them off, found out I can talk to them. And you should have seen his face when Project Insight failed, we call it the Blip. Three carrier ships hovering over the world Hydra wanted to use to obliterate any threat to their rule and I hacked it to wipe out criminals all over the planet in seconds. They couldn’t stop it and the world forced them to ground and destroy them. I kept making the videos, should help you catch up to the main fun things.”

“Four, so, eighteen?” You nodded as you turned to grab the arm you finished assembling and readied to attach it into his shoulder joint as he asked, “You in school?”

While you attached his arm basics of life so far were shared warming him up to how you had survived and built a mini family and group of allies were shared until you said, “Got a surprise for you. You need fresh clothes first.” Once on his feet he accepted the clothes he noticed were left on a desk and behind your back removed his leather top, gloves and pants to pull on the jeans, tank top, long sleeved shirt resting atop a cargo jacket. Smiling as he had taken hold of his earpiece your bees carried to his reach that inside a new hidden tray in his arm only able to be opened by him and you he secured it. Keeping that gift from you enabling him to translate your videos with ease and reply secretly in his own and be tracked by you in case he needed help.

“Done,” he said walking around to your front adjusting the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt to pull on his new jacket. After you stood he helped you to gather your things and his discarded rifle and mask to walk with you up to the shielding building not even stealing a look back at the jar of his old arm. Out in the night air he caught scent of the impending sunrise by subtle hints in the air and asked, “Your friends took the others somewhere secure to dump them?”

“They’re dumping the trackers, Symbiotes eat people.” You said making his brows lift in a glance your way making you giggle as he finally took notice of your height, even with heeled boots, and how tall you stood at his side compared to the last time he’d seen you in person.

“Had a growth spurt summer after the blip traveling with Eddie. Whole six inches.”

“Look at you,” he joked and chuckled to your giggle continuing to walk with you to wherever you wanted to take him. “Where’d you end up befriending cannibals again?”

“Technically they’re carnivores, they come from the planet Klyntar and latch onto humans for a Symbiotic relationship, link to the digestive system to help supply a steady stream of food as their bodies are designed to be linked to other creatures. They adopt their histories and culture and all of it. Eddie and Venom lived next door and then I met Venom’s kids while out on a forced lunch with Harry Osborn, they froze the whole building to pass through unseen. Try not to draw attention when they can help it, Venom’s the main one people have seen and they assume he’s a weird powered human.”

“Okay, question, why is this base giving tours?” he asked passing a tour gathering area sign he pointed at with his new black vibranium hand with faint golden seams he not so secretly adored the look of that you had gone for mimed after Kintsugi, your shared favorite style of pottery.

“Steve trained here.”

“Yes, but why are there tours?”

“Because partly SHIELD needs the tour location as a cover for the hidden former base of their organization and also, he’s still their number one propaganda man.”

“Still?”

“Oh ya, been trying to get him into art lessons, man needs a hobby. Big time, can’t sleep, clearly has trauma. Ooh, I booked you a slot with my therapist.”

“Now?”

“No, Thursday,” you said giving him an appointment card from your pocket he looked over and pocketed as you said, “They’ve helped me a great deal. Don’t think Steve is the talk it out type, more the suppress it till you snap and murder a room of children while trying to beat a single person to death who stepped on your boot type.”

Unable to help it he chuckled, “Ya, his old man did a number on him. Mine was no picnic but, apples to oranges, I had a family after I helped Ma kick Pops out.”

“Well, what did you want to be?”

Breathily he chuckled and said, “Used to like stories, never had time to write them down before they would leave my head. Boxing, was easy, used to getting hit and friends like Steve gave me ample practice to punch people between matches. I was training to be in real estate. I could give that a shot again.”

“I think you might need to be sitting down when you start to look at the average prices in New York now.”

“I did pick up some stories while under the gas, inflation’s a killer. There’ll always be a housing demand though, pretty steadfast profession. Study up, current situation and then go to get licensed again, or, for the first time but officially. Never actually tested last time around, enlisted.”

“At least you have a distraction beyond the gym. I do have a theory he won’t try to talk to me now that you’re out and about.” You said hopping over the bar welded gate to his hip that he sat on and swung his legs over for an easier move for his stature.

“What did he do?” he asked with a smirk and you looked up at him, “He did something I know that tone.”

“He’s rude, and self centered. Just uses talking to me to get hints on you. No hesitation back in the war to go save you but now, he’s just been sitting around waiting for me to give a green light x mark on a map for them to hit.”

And with a hint of amusement in his tone he said, “You doubt his loyalty. He’s just dumb,” he said making you giggle to yourself at his own chuckle. “Used to be small and stupid, now he’s big and stupid. I’ll get him to accept some help if I have to drag him along and tape him down.” After another glance your way he asked, “You have shell shock?”

“They call it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder now. PTSD, ya, bought a boat shaped bed from a play at the theater I work at during summers, so I wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor anymore and wouldn’t be afraid to wake up chained down to my bed.”

“Now that bed sounds adorable,” he said watching you unlock the restored bus he climbed inside as you did. “Does it get easier with therapy?”

“To an extent. The earpiece will help you sleep if you need it. Things still make me anxious and uncomfortable but there are tricks to help keep calm or even warning signs to isolate until the panic fades. Most literature on it shows it never fully goes away but it gets easier. For me confidence in starting over has helped.”

Through the dark you followed the road lit solely by the headlights for a time until the sky began to lighten the closer it got to sunrise. “Your gramps is really an Earl?”

“Ya, mainly runs a fishing boat company though. But they do dabble in racing boat teams.”

“That is wild.” He said, “And, you’re bonding with your family?”

“Spent the last two winter breaks and part of last summer in Norway and Sweden partly for that.”

“What’s the hardest part of being out?”

“Catching up, I would say. Nothing odder than a kid who doesn’t know how to bond with other kids over basic things that are so culturally well known. Most of it I can put off that I’m not from around here.”

“Hence the accent?” he asked playfully.

“It was easier to pretend I didn’t know English to avoid people. I’m not the most social of creatures.” You said making him chuckle. “Being Scandinavian is a big part of my life, learning who I came from to shape my family line from here.”

“Family line, I thought-,”

“I heard they were moving me to take my ovaries, that’s why I left. Tried to give me plastic surgery and even donate my organs to Widows, everything said the surgery wouldn’t take but they wanted to try anyways and I wasn’t going to risk it. They killed my parents and failed to kill me but I refuse to let them think they can end my bloodline.”

“What’s the surprise?”

“You’ll see.” You said making him chuckle and sit back chatting about what was on the way or even the music on the radio he turned up a bit as you hit the first bridge.

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Morning had dawned and into a packed car lot for a cathedral terribly familiar to him in Brooklyn the pair of you climbed out and to your side he moved in a tangled internal maze between fear and confusion as to why you were here. All the same with you he went up the front steps and through the door you opened to hear the pre-Easter mass going on just beyond the entrance hall. At the bowl on the wall plainly out of habit he crossed himself and watched you ease the well oiled and less noisy door of the two closest into the hall of worship to slip inside. Popping on your bolero hat as you did.

Hushedly around the side of the back of the pews a seat was found with a glance of acknowledgement from the Priest, who at least noticed you on a couple occasions sneaking in that he took as a possible new member to the faith who now had company. He naturally gave a hint of a head nod in return for Bucky’s without breaking his sermon. A quiet welcome to the stranger now accompanying a slightly more recognizable stranger, though he did steal a few more glances in wonder to where he might have seen them before. At your side Bucky took his seat and stole a quick glance your way in the cross of your ankles when your legs were barely too short to reach the ground thanks to these deep pews they had in the back.

Lowly in Russian you whispered to him so no one in the actually occupied pews in front of you could hear, “Fifth row, two o’clock.” Ahead he looked with eyes following your direction and heavily his heart gave a thud recognizing, at least faintly who it was. Name by name of those you knew were whispered through the fall and ease of his metal hand atop yours to take hold of it, hold of something to ground him here. “And the one in purple behind them is Jamie with her friends. She’s a tray holder for blessing rings in weddings here. She’s also a terrible spy.” Unable to help it he teared up and took solace in your silence as he calmed down again with knowledge of why you’d brought him here.

Until mass let out after the sacrament you both remained seated for the pair of you were glued to the spot. Presumably for the Priest to wait to speak to him then until he watched you lead the larger figure who stepped out of the pew first up to the family who usually lingered so their child who participates in ceremonies here gets spare details. Right to the identical twin women who were nearly to their 80’s you led the way with his bulky self being led along by that same hold of his hand to the family who hadn’t yet noticed anyone was behind them.

He couldn’t speak so you did, “Miss Benjamina, Miss Bernadette Barnes.” That caused a silence for the duo who turned and over your head up at a ghost the pair of them stared with eyes matching his.

Sharing a gasp then both uttering in broken elation and shock, “James!” The lost brother the Priest knew of now clearly with the child who had known how to get in touch of him was engulfed into his family that kept the teen here against a try to slip away. Right back to the family home they kept up decades after he had gone to war and never come home. They led the way to share the usual meal and hear from the two guests how he had gotten back home and hopefully that he would choose to stay in his old room they updated but kept open for him just in case since learning he was alive.

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“Okay, got your bag in the bus,” you said luring him with you when he had been told he could live there and take up his old room with his sisters and their grandkids who were in college.

“You got me a bag?” He asked in a sentimental tone taking hold of it to sling the strap over his shoulder.

“Why wouldn’t I? I know your measurements, color scheme weaknesses, and there’s a list of good food, second hand shops nearby, I mainly shop in Queens by my place. I do have an early shift at the book shop but I will be at the gym tonight if you’re up for it. Your old stomping grounds, Steve is usually there. Oh, and got you a phone.” You said handing him a sidekick like yours, “Linked to my network so it’s free and you get YouTube and all the social sites and internet. And one more thing,” you said making him chuckle at the card you handed him.

“You got me a library card. Thank you.”

“On the phone you can link to their rental network of films, shows and even old records.”

“Thank you, this will help me catch up. Can I drop by sometime?”

“Always, drop me a line I bounce around and I’ll let you know where I am. For now, enjoy family time.”

And he gave you a warm hug, “See you tonight, Pluto.”

“Have fun Lucky Duck,” you said making him chuckle at the use of the nickname you used for him while on mission when he didn’t like the name assigned to him.

You’d barely taken a step away and Jamie had blocked your way to squeeze you in a tight hug. Then promptly turned taking her uncle’s arm to guide him inside and help him to get his room ready so that she and her cousins could show him around town as she promised to see some of his old haunts and how they had changed. She wanted to show him off as did the rest of his family and now you’d done your part all he could do was hear the sound of the bus pulling off the drive to head back to Queens.

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Atop your hand you had written the word ‘bus’ to not forget. An amusing word for people to pass by and take notice of, including your manager who chuckled as you said you’d driven here and didn’t want to forget the vehicle and head home on foot.

“Bus,” MJ said lifting your gaze from the shelf you were lifting the end of to help others scoot it onto a set of wheeled mounts to move to another area. She had just locked her end into place and you grinned.

“I drove here. Trying to not forget it.”

“You got a bus? Oh, the one from summer trips the old VW outside!” She said with a chuckle all her own.

To the other side of the shelves you moved to lift that end for Cindy to push her wheeled mount. “Yes, easier when we’re on a trip, out here I just forget even if I park it in front of the door.”

“Do you like fusion food?” She asked and you looked at her as the others readied to push the shelves to where it was going now the heavy beast was on wheels. “Peter and Ned said they’d come over for lunch but Peter dropped out saying he got a call to meet Tony Stark for some internship he got into last minute.”

“If I’m not allergic I’m always up for food. Ned drop out too?”

“No, he’s avoiding his Gran, keeps pestering him about being a dentist.”

Jokingly you told her, “You mean the young man who spends a suspiciously large amount of time at the dentist would not like to go into that profession?” Making her chuckle. “Told Peter once his appointments could be cover for a second life somewhere.”

“And he didn’t believe you,” she said with a nod, “How adorably naive of him.” Joking back for you both to giggle and turn to get the next set of shelves up on wheels. There she eyed the hand you had surgery on you squeezed the middle finger to pop the knuckle that still occasionally tried to be stubborn in popping. “Hand alright? I can give lifting a try.”

“Hand is good, just doesn’t like to pop on occasion just to spite me.”

“Any clue where that Doctor ran off to?”

“A monastery in Nepal not far from the one my uncle is at.”

A chuckle escaped her and she asked, “You have an uncle in a monastery? Like out in a mountaintop somewhere?”

“Ya, have another in the desert who eats cactus and has a opiate problem, neither of them are too letter friendly since it old them I wasn’t dead and all. Took dad’s disappearance badly, well, beyond badly. Did get an advertisement for a new truck though, think he was trying to hint at something,” you said chuckling again making her smirk your way. “But I’m a bit too short for a dual wheeled beast like that.” And pointing at her you added, “Always did want to drive a monster truck though.”

“Everyone wants to drive a monster truck. I grew up with Grave Digger posters in my wall.”

“Best way to do it, for myself one of those little Hot Wheels copies, only a buck but I love the little thing. That one and the dog one,”

She nodded as you lifted the end of the shelf for her to push the next platform under that end. “With the ears. You can tell monster truck drivers are just really tall kids.”

When that set was being moved she looked at you as you asked, “Team ready for Washington?”

“Ya,” and after a nod she said, “I gotta know, you said something to Flash. He’s actually been nice to Peter, for a solid stretch since you came to Pete’s with that pie.”

“Sometimes all we have left of our parents is the name we carry. Peter said it, his parents are legally dead like mine are.”

Widely she smirked at you, “You guilt tripped him. Found the cold codfish had a weak spot and you jabbed a pin in it.” Making you giggle.

“Clearly you haven’t been paying attention to the rumors about me at school.”

“Oh there’s a fairly big one on why the cheerleaders hate you so badly. Some girl tried to pick a fight with you and got kicked out.”

“Beverly did try to pick a fight, terrible at blackmail though. School didn’t make her leave her family did when the press got wind her dad was part of one of the purges.” You said dropping her jaw.

“What’d he do?”

“Used the family kid center to pick targets for abuse,”

“No way,” she whispered.

“Paid the families off to keep it from the press. Was generational he had other men in the family who did the same. She left now her friends keep bugging me imagining they bother me.”

“So they’re totally abuse apologist, that is so twisted.”

“Well they’re sticking by their friend, admirable, no matter how horrid the core of the spoiled brat born with a silver spoon and bushel of entitlement. Beverly really didn’t start bothering me till Harry came around and I pushed him off trying to buy my affections.”

“I never got that appeal in being bought. I get the comfort of all you could ever dream of, but I don’t think I could do that.”

“Suppose it comes down to nature vs nurture. Grew up seeing money solved everything, money is everything so anyone without it or scorning it must be weeded out.” You said making her smirk again. “I just want a Hobbit lifestyle, cozy home, seven meals a day and nice peaceful life to do small good things and then grow old and die.”

“Singing to the choir,” she said shaking her head. “Throw in that monster truck outside for the weekends and I am in the same town as you for retirement.” She said making you chuckle and check the diagram off a table nearby of how the new kids section was to be shaped and what was left to move to accomplish the ideal end product.

*.*.*

Remains, all that listed the contents of drums of evidence pulled from Pierce’s home. Unanswered calls and several hours of being unable to contact the man who neglected to come into work but was seen collecting his family and even nightly companions to come to this now blood painted house were being taken for testing to see what was what.

Seated speechless and staring blankly Pierce was found inside a room with just a number carved into the surfaces and his exposed torso on what he could reach, unexplained but an exact count of how many children he had ordered killed and tortured. Clearly he inflicted those wounds upon himself by the angle and lack of carvings where his now removed hands could have reached. Paired up to the lone clue of computer a printed spreadsheet of names, dates, locations, and series of numbers and dashes that kept printing off to make the paper stack grow that agents would rush to keep the supply of paper full until it was completed in its task of printing.

Those hand free arms were pulled by the agent who found him out of a bucket of acid he had also used on his feet. Even if he wanted to there were no words for why he had done what he did. All his money and properties by his own hands gone by flame or hasty donations. Everything taken and threatened from him years prior now gone by his own actions.

Silent, broken and unhelpful, the former brilliant agent left only with his life to spend in a cell for the rest of the time he was given would sit in reflection physically and mentally trapped. With only his memories to keep him on the cusp of death until naturally he could be claimed as he would find later even tries to end his suffering would be kept from him as well.

No one could uncover just what his message meant, although the group who had been watching him for years did a quick inventory on where Misique had been, and more importantly where Pluto was to ensure he hadn’t hurt and stashed her somewhere as well. All while the secretive backbone of Hydra inside the secretive organization subtly made a head count to see who was being promoted and learn their next set of orders in this abrupt turn of their cart and buggy.

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“These are missing children’s cases,” the words that only had sentiment for the man all but shatter as to what was going on.

One number after reference to an old file was checked and Fury went himself to Queens with Nat piloting the jet seeing the missing person file for Pluto Lagertha Pear within that list. The female former child assassin Natasha herself shaken at having found her own name on that list only worsened the possibilities of what this meant.

Frantic for confirmation that his personal task of keeping watch over this young scarred prodigy was safe as much as now one confirmed of involvement in her abduction and possibly murder of her parents was not for nothing and she was still far from danger following the work schedule he knew her to have.

Pt 2

#Escaped Child Assassin #Bucky Barnes #Loki x oc #Barnes Clan #Dead Man #Secret Plots #MJ #Nick Fury #Natasha Romanoff #Found Family #Rewrite #Marvel

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Well, I wasn't gonna change this guy's design, but then I saw his new designin the upcoming graphic novel and fell absolutely in love with his little mustache, so I just had to include it. I ended up shifting his eyes down and out to the sides a bit as they look off, and I played around with the face markings forever before I was finally happy with them, but here's the end result and I adore it. He has this perpetually sad, slightly mournful look to him, which fits with his backstory, but he just lights up whenever he's around Ravenpaw. <3

Yeah, couldn't help myself. ^^ Rileypool's lineart turned out so good, and looked so much like how I picture his uncle Barley, that I just had to make a quick new ref sheet for Barley. So here's our beloved farm boy.

You can find the reverse side of his design here.

For his physical description, Barley is described as a a short, long-furred, sturdy tom with a plump belly, big paws, broad shoulders, and a broad face. As mentioned, I just reused Rileypool's lineart for him. He had a really rough life with BloodClan before going loner, and fought some few but intense battles after that, so I scarred him up a lot. On his reverse side, you can see the scars from his broken leg in Secrets of the Clans. ^^

For his pattern, Barley is described as a black-and-white tom with blue eyes. I always based his pattern off of his depiction in the graphic novels, as that's how I always pictured him, but I've always struggled with marking the black stripe connecting his head patch to his nose look realistic, so here I just ditched it instead, so this is basically his graphic novel design minus that stripe and with slightly tweaked patches shape-wise. I played around with his head patch a lot to get it looking how I wanted, and I'm fairly pleased with the end result.

Overall, I'm really happy with how this turned out.

#warrior cats #warriors #erin hunter #wc #Barley #BloodClan #Loner #Barn cat #The Prophecies Begin #The New Prophecy #Ravenpaw's Path #Graphic novels #Ravenpaw's Farewell #Novellas #Secrets of the Clans #Field guides #Hawkwing's Journey #Super editions #A Vision of Shadows #Graystripe's Vow

[bonefall]

You saying the clanmew day 1 & 2 passed already and saying it was June something I’m over here like: ??? I’m still in may??? Like where are you so I know when the clanmew day is. (According to where I live)

June 3rd is going to be our next Clanmew Day! I always make sure to announce when the next one will be at the end.

We track the lunar cycle of Guatemala City specifically, because @troutfur follows it for a few personal rituals! Any lunar tracker app could tell you when the next day will be. Normally I base everything off the modeled regions in the UK, but because Trout's so integral to this project we base it off his moon.

So the next couple of Clanmew Days in 2023 will be;

June 3rd (full moon)

June 17th (new moon)

July 3rd (full moon)

July 17th (new moon)

Funny coincidence that the next couple are on the same dates across two months, but the moon's funny like that.

#Clanmew #I have quite a few things queued up now #Including a guide on deer #I wonder what the best way to answer anons is for when I do something like that... #Deer Anon whoever you are that's what's happened to your ask #You got a whole guide on the 4 true deer in the region and a guide to a Clan cat's schema of ''deer'' #Thank u for telling me that velvet is full of estradiol that's going in the revamped HRT guide #Clan cats also think that horses and sheep are deer btw but I'm going to be making a section on barns at some point #Some Clanmew expansion packs are probably going to end up looking like clan culture entries

[yuridovewing]

I know I very recently read a novella where I was cooing about how nice Ravenbarley was, but I'm sorry gamers... I'm kinda leaning towards having Firepaw lead Ravenpaw to his old twolegs for a place to hide from Tigerclaw, and Ravenpaw gets with Smudge

#him going to the barn is fine its great it works but i just really love the idea of everything coming full circle in book 1 #one kittypet enters the clan at the start. one kittypet leaves at the end #also as a kid i always felt horrible for firestar's twolegs so i want to throw them a bone in emeryverse #emeryverse #what would his kittypet name be... hmmm

[puppypaw-wc]

love the clangen clan i made last night. i say clan but with the lore i came up with for them they're just a bunch of loners in a group together who were former kittypets/rogues or loners who decided to join/that kinda stuff. using a mod (kind of mod???) someone in the discord made that just gives the cats rogue/loner/kittypet names.

i love all the kitties i started with and the lore i made for them my favorites are probably buddy (she's a daylight warrior p much and also one of the medics. and the only medic as of the last moon, rip alder- she likes rambling about twoleg stuff :3), ripple and shep (bonded pair of former kittypets who were abandoned by their twolegs 😔 seemingly. no one's sure they were babies so-), mitzi and snowbell (their lore's not super exciting but they be lesbians and i love them. also mitzi kept killing ripple i literally had to lower her hate for him in the game files because otherwise she'd just kill him no matter how many times i reset-). here's the forum post for them for anyone who's in the discord server, i love these silly kitties v much. :3

#puppy rambles #wc #clangen #clangen oc #buddy #ripple #shep #mitzi #snowbell #the other starting cats are our leader nimbus (former kittypet who decided he wanted to live the end of his life in the wild) #alder (former medic who used to live in one spot and heal passerby but heard of the group and decided to join) #edelweiss (the mediator who was a former kittypet and was practically forced into the position cuz everyone was worried abt her) #leaky (no one's sure what his deal is. he like never talks. he's also dead now. rip leaky you shall be missed) #and honey (former rogue who lived by herself for most of her life cuz her parents abandoned her and her siblings asap) #(she was like 10 moons old at the start and i'm pretty sure cats can be weaned at like 2 moons so-) #(i mean i'd imagine it'd probably be more like 3 moons her parents aren't cruel. they just didn't want kids-) #i have really shit luck when it comes to cats joining so there's only been one new cat so far #that being glory (former barn cat who was interested in the clans but wanted to keep a more independent life) #also her name was espresso and she changed it which makes literally no sense at all with the names all being outsider names #also she died in the most recent moon i did. same moon alder died. i might revive her tho i love her v much #she and shep are like besties and it's adorable to me. glory literally only likes the younger cats #like i'm not exaggerating. she has positive relations with ripple shep and honey #and no relations/bad relations with every other cat- #love that for her #also was no one going to tell me cats apparently welcome new cats who join to the clan??? i only discovered that yesterday #shep welcomed glory to the clan and when i saw that i was just like 🥹 #that emoji doesn't work on my chromebook apparently. sucks-

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

I'll admit that I don't know much about warrior cats, but I will say that Ingo and Emmet being railroad cats reminds me of the Skimbleshanks song from the Cats play. So now I'm picturing them as being mostly passenger train cats who act like little conductors, making sure everything's in order and everyone is doing well. But Ingo on this trip was on a freight train, because he was excited about the new model and freight route, which is something he and Emmet will sometimes trade off on doing. One takes the trip while the other stays on their usual tracks so nothing gets neglected. But this time Ingo and his ride home never made it back home at the expected time, and then word got back about the wreck...

whwkhw yeah the thing about warriors is that its character population consists entirely of feral cats so human things are Very Mysterious to them. like even roads that cars go on are "thunderpaths" that huge monsters prowl on that twolegs have somehow mysteriously tamed. and ingo and emmet are probably more knowledgeable about this subject than most, but if they're not former housecats or anything, they probably still don't know what... like... a train actually IS. besides a big thing that goes really fast on a specific route all the time. so if we were going for the vibes of Anything, they would probably be more like... not tamers but like. guides to hitching rides on the giant snake monster's back and hoping you're so tiny and unobtrusive that neither it nor its twolegs tamers notice you. there's sort of an air of intrigue and danger to it ig

THAT SAID the idea of them getting excited about a new model/route of train is also very very fun gshskhs. i wonder if it's maybe not with any sort of. understanding of what a model is, but just like ooh a new color of snake! how exciting! though i would imagine that if they were going to investigate a new route, they'd want to do it together? bc yknow. it's still dangerous and there's no guarantee that it comes back the same way it left the first time. they're actually probably used to being seminomadic for that reason, come to think of it

...actually what if they WERE doing that, riding together, and it's actually not that the train crashed but that ingo just got caught. and. i mean idk what standard policy is for if you find a cat on a train while you're moving but i imagine that there's at least like, some people who would just. yknow. throw it off the side. and THAT'S what happens to him. is he just gets tossed out of a train moving at speed. and this happens in the middle of the line in Middle Of Nowhere Where No Stations Are so emmet's best option is to wait until they stop somewhere and then. WALK. all the way back to find him. which could take a Really long time depending on how far away the stop is and what the terrain is like/whether he runs into trouble on the way

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #pokefic pitch #actually werent there train tracks between like where the clans were and where the barn cats lived? #but they were like. disused or something i think. if im not completely misremembering that like i said its been a hot minute #also what are non clan non kittypet cats called im blanking on that term. its not stray. what is it.

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Allegiances- Ravenpaw’s Farewell

Cats Outside the Clans

Ravenpaw- graying sleek-furred black tom with a white chest and tail and green eyes. Loner who lives in a barn

Barley- old black-and-white tom with blue eyes. Loner who lives in a barn

Twist- tortoiseshell molly with white stripes on her face and hazel eyes. Loner who lives in a barn

Rye- dark brown tabby molly with blue eyes. Loner who lives in a barn

Flame- brown tortoiseshell tom with green eyes. Loner who lives in a barn

Thunder- dark ginger-and-brown tabby molly with green eyes. Loner who lives in a barn

Umbra- longhaired black molly with amber eyes. Loner who lives in a barn

Coyote- scruffy light brown tom with green eyes. Loner who wanders alongside his brothers Wolf and Fox

Wolf- large scruffy dark brown tom with green eyes. Wandering loner

Fox- small scruffy reddish-brown tom with green eyes. Wandering loner

Shadepelt- old dark gray molly with green eyes. Loner

Wandersong- gray tabby tolly with amber eyes   (xe/xem). Wandering loner

Violet- small light brown tabby molly with white paws and blue eyes. Kittypet

Riley- pale gray tabby tom with blue eyes. Kittypet

Bella- pale orange molly with green eyes. Kittypet

Lulu- longhaired pale sandy-brown molly with green eyes. Kittypet

Patch- gray-and-pale orange tom with green eyes. Kittypet

Madric- ragged brown tabby tom with a notched ear and green eyes. Kittypet

Pasha- very dark gray plump tabby tom with green eyes. Kittypet

SkyClan

Leader: Leafstar- mottled pale cream-and-brown tabby molly with amber eyes

Deputy: Sharpclaw- broad dark ginger tabby tom with green eyes

Medicine Cats: Echosong- silver-gray tabby molly with green eyes and a white chest

Frecklewish- white molly with brown speckles throughout her pelt and pale green eyes

Warriors: 

Sparrowchirp- dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Cherrytail- tortoiseshell molly with a white chest and green eyes

Waspwhisker- gray-and-white tom with blue eyes                            Apprentice, Duskpaw

Ebonyclaw- lithe black molly with green eyes                             Apprentice, Hawkpaw

Billystorm- longhaired ginger-and-white tom with green eyes                                Apprentice, Pebblepaw

Harveymoon- white tom with green eyes

Macgyver- slender black-and-white longhaired tom with yellow eyes

Petalnose- pale gray molly with blue eyes

Shrewtooth- skinny black longhaired tolly with yellow eyes

Bouncefire- ginger tabby tom with green eyes                            Apprentice, Blossompaw

Tinycloud- small white molly with green eyes

Nettlesplash- pale brown tom with green eyes

Patchfoot- black-and-white tom with green eyes

Egg- pale ginger tabby point tom with blue eyes and a shredded ear

Rabbitleap- brown tom with yellow eyes                          Apprentice, Parsleypaw

Plumwillow- dark gray molly with amber eyes                        Apprentice, Cloudpaw

Sandynose- stocky light brown tabby tom with ginger legs and amber eyes

Birdwing- black molly with a lighter muzzle and green eyes

Mintfur- gray tabby molly with blue eyes

Firefern- long-legged longhaired ginger molly with green eyes

Rainbrook- gray tom with a pale gray underbelly and amber eyes

Stormheart- gray-and-ginger molly with amber eyes

Mistfeather- gray tom with amber eyes. Former loner

Gertiefang- large shaggy longhaired brown molly with blue eyes. Former loner

Apprentices:

Duskpaw- bright ginger tabby tom with green eyes

Hawkpaw- big dark gray tabby tom with yellow eyes

Pebblepaw- sleek pale brown speckled white molly with green eyes

Blossompaw- fluffy ginger-and-white molly with green eyes

Parsleypaw- dark brown tabby tom with light green eyes

Cloudpaw- white molly with yellow eyes

Monarchs:

Honeytail- longhaired pale ginger molly with green eyes. Den-Mother

Elders:

Fallowfern- deaf pale brown molly with blue eyes

Clovertail- light brown molly with a white underbelly and legs and green eyes

Patchfoot- black-and-white tom with green eyes

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats rewrite #allegiances #allegiances: ravenpaw's farewell #infodump over characters here lets go: #fun fact Wandersong is an adult Wanderkit from the Warriors tabletop game #in this version of canon xe was a WindClan cat #when xe grew up xe realized xe'd rather be a loner than a clan cat #xe likes to move from place to place but xe is smitten with rye and she just might be the one to make xem settle down #yes this is the twist from the mountains too #she followed the clan cats when they were leaving #bc she wanted a peaceful life #where she wasn't starving or in danger every 5 minutes #brambleflower gave her directions to the barn and so she traveled #ravenpaw and barley were pretty confused when this strange young cat just showed up at their door #she prob said smthn like 'brambleflower said I could live here' #and ravenbarley were like wtf #but they let her stay #also shadepelt! we haven't seen her in a while! #she decided to stay behind instead of going on the Journey bc she was tired #of Leopardstar's bs #she and heavystep had a huge fight and they never really reconciled before the clans left #she feels bad about it and really misses her brother. though she never admits it #rye flame thunder coyote umbra fox and wolf are all ravenbarley kits #rye flame and thunder were had via surrogate (violet helped her brother out) #umbra was abandoned by the barn as a little kit #and fox coyote and wolf were just traveling orphan loners who wound up at the barn one stormy night and got adopted #they still travel around but come back to see their family from time to time #too bad this is gonna be the last time they see papa raven ;( #mistfeather's mate is never named that I know of so I made her a new character here

[pigeonclaw]

I think TNP would have been a much more fun arc if it spent more time on the actual journey, showing the Clans bonding and working together to overcome obstacles, instead of the books just telling us they were close on the journey and now they're not.

#like why did they spend ¾ of dawn just dawdling. the whole journey felt like it was done over the weekend. #when I'm on a long car trip and not driving i usually watch my surroundings and think about how cats would travel through it #I've been doing this for so many years it's just habit lol #like. I'll see an abandoned barn and think ah! shelter! or I'll see a highway and wonder how they'd get kits and elders across #i live near a canal and once while walking alongside it for hours i thought about how the clans would cross it #it would be easy for riverclan to swim but the only bridges for miles are metal with gaps big enough for a cat's paw to fall through #anyway if tnp was filled with these stories of the cats encountering new things they'd never see in their territories #and needing to rely on each other to get through and thus learning to appreciate and trust each other #it just would've been nice

[boilingrain]

I’m almost completely done with the allegiances for Floodwaters but I have run into a small problem

So I decided to have one Main/POV character in each clan and I’ve already decided the POV characters of Thunderclan, Shadowclan and Windclan (Hawktail, Blackberrynose and Snowfeather respectively) but I can’t decide which Riverclan cat should be the POV character

With the other POV characters, I decided while writing down notes about their personalities that I wanted to show things through their eyes. I didn’t really go into this with plans about specifically who would be the main characters (since the main characters from the original version, After the Flood, have been deleted from existence because the original draft of the story with the allegiances was lost when I moved computers and Minnow is really the only remaining character from the original because I forgot everybody else)

I’m considering Aspennose but idk

#Minnow is the only one of the mentioned characters I've posted art of so far so I know nobody but me knows who I'm talking about #Anyways here's some fun facts about the decided POV characters! #Hawktail wasn't born in Thunderclan. Her birth parents weren't clan cats at all actually! She was brought to the clan as a very young kit #Hawktail does not remember this or her birth parents. As of the start of Floodwaters she believes she was born in Thunderclan #and that her adoptive father (Magpieflight... who isn't in most of the story) is her birth father. She eventually learns the truth though #Blackberrynose is a trans woman. That's not important to the plot but Diversity Win! This anxious mess of a new warrior is trans! #Blackberry wasn't her original prefix but shortly before her apprentice ceremony she told the SC leader (Bullstar) that she wanted #her prefix changed to Blackberry becuase she felt it fit her better. Obviously Bullstar let her change her name #(Transphobia does NOT exist in Floodwaters btw. I'm trans and I don't want to write that) #Snowfeather talks to barn cats frequently and gets along pretty well with cats outside of clans #She used to be friends with Applestripe of Shadowclan back when he was still a barn cat but the two of them have drifted apart since then #She's still friends with a barn cat named Poppy though! In the past she told xem about how medicine cats work #and that led to Poppy bringing Applestripe to the Clans for treatment when he got sick #(Poppy's not a super important character but xe's an old friend of Applestripe & xe uses xe/xyr/xem pronouns) #Warrior Cats #warrior cats oc #fic: Floodwaters

[dbzultimatehero]

:readmore:

[NSFW]

Amahara… the home realm where the Chimera Rose, Soren Amakusa resides alongside her family. A realm that existed in a dimension that was foreign to the one he was familiar with. This “he” in question being Hiro Alexanders, the Saiyan Hero of Earth and the secret, unsung protector of Mankind. Alongside the previously amalgamated halves of the Rosen Krone, Hiro vacated to their home realm with the help of Regina’s extradimensional technology. When he arrived however, the realms were being threatened. The Yami clan had invaded the peaceful land, terrorizing the realm in the absence of the vengeful rose and her familial comrades during their own struggle against the Usurpers. But when all hope seemed lost, Hiro, using his Super Saiyan powers and extraordinary unmatched fighting power, came to the aid the the Silverheart Twins, fending off the Yami with minimal effort and saving the lands.

Days that followed, Hiro would stay to help tend to the ravaged and ruined farms that were previously trampled, recovering most of the lost Chocobo and returning them back to their rightful home at the Silverheart’s residential farming grounds. From there, Hiro would lend a hand in restoring the once destroyed farm and bringing back hearth and comfort to the lands.

“Whew~ Alright! Almost done!” Hiro said, wiping sweat from his face, and taking a quick swig from his small canteen of water. For such a serene land, these parts were blazing hot. Thankfully, he had removed his shirt, although unveiling his severely scarred upper body. “Man… Leanne really does this kind of stuff everyday with just her brother? Man, for a couple of super-rich folk, those two sure know how to pull their weight…”

He said that, but his outwardly strength and speed, he had already harvested and inspected agriculture of the foreign land, watered and planted all of crops, groomed the adult Chocobo birds, nurtured their chicks with a rather embarrassing but cute nursery songs,and even fixed, stabilized, snd cleaned the stables and barns, having managed complete weeks worth of Leanne and Zephyr’s usual work labor in the span of only a couple of hours. “Sheesh… it hasn’t been a full day, and I’m already beat…!”

[thistlefur]

#warrior cat ocs #warrior cats #stoathawk #barn cat #hootclan #warrior #bound by devotion #yes he has 3 legs #fav #half-clan

[arc-misadventures]

An Offer You Won’t Refuse

Jaune: Why can’t you guys believe me when I say I got laid?

SN: Because it’s you.

Jaune: Haaaa… Assholes.

The person complaining that his roommates couldn’t believe he had sex was one, Jaune Luna Arc. A first year college student majoring in business. While his collage roommate’s doubting the fact that he had sex were a blonde hair monkey faunas named, Sun Wukong, and their friend the blue haired self proclaimed ‘ladies man’ named, Neptune Vasilias.

The duo had dragged, Jaune to a bar with the intent of, ‘picking up some ladies.’ And, where he had actually managed to score a night with a beautiful lady, they had failed to get anything. And, because of this they doubted that he got anything. Actually, now that he’s thinking about it…

Jaune: You guys are just jealous I spent a night with a lady, while the only thing you guys got was a pair of matching black eyes.

Jaune’s remark was a very accurate statement of fact that after he come from an enjoyable one-night stand he came back to see the pair with ice packs over their eyes.

Sun: Not true!

Neptune: I would have totally banged that chick! If her boyfriend didn’t arrive…

Jaune: Yeah, that’s why you didn’t get any.

Neptune: Hey man, you just don’t understand the art, of seduction~!

Jaune: The what?

Sun: The art of seducing a woman~!

Jaune: And, that is?

Neptune: We’re falcons pal…

Sun: Falcons~!

Neptune: You can’t just send us out when a pretty girls is there, and expect us to capture her now can you?

Sun: That’s not how we falcons fly.

Neptune: We gotta fly high, and scope out the prey, and when we find our mark we’ll swoop in for the kill. We just can’t go in, and steal the girl on command now can we?

Sun: It’s an art, Jaune. You wouldn’t understand it.

Jaune just looked at the duo as he was forced to comprehend the dumbest thing he had yet heard, and considering the people who he hung around that was something.

Jaune: What the hell are you two talking about?! Yes you can send a falcon out on command to hunt its prey! There’s an entire sport based around it: Falconry!

Sun: Eh?

Neptune: Beg pardon?

Jaune: It’s like one of the oldests sports out there! People are still doing it to this day! Hell, people have been using falcons, and hawks to take down drones!

Neptune: That’s not true… right?

Sun: Oh shit, they actually use hawks to take down drones.

Neptune: Wait really?!

Jaune: Haa… if hitting on girls was like hitting the broadside of a barn, you lot couldn’t hit it with a, Javelin missile.

Sun: I couldn’t do that!

Neptune: Guns scare me!

Jaune dropped his head as he sighed at the duo’s stupidity, or more accurately their ignorance.

Although stupidity is a more adept description the pair. The duo would offer a drowning man a drink thinking he’s not drowning, just really thirsty.

Jaune: A Javelin missile is an rpg with an auto-lock feature. Not a gun.

Neptune: There’s a difference?

Jaune: Haa… you see this is why I don’t invite you to play, Arma with my clan.

Neptune: Well we may not know the difference between… weapons…? but, that still doesn’t mean you had sex with a girl.

Jaune: Guys, it’s been two weeks since we went to the bar, can we just drop it, and move…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Jaune: On…?

Jaune stopped talking in his tracks as he heard a knocking upon the door. He looked at the pair while pointing his finger at the door.

Jaune: We’re you…?

The pair shook their heads, and shrug their shoulders. They weren’t expecting anyone to come visit them. Like anyone would anyway.

Jaune just shrugged his shoulders as he walked over, and opened the door, he was met with several individuals dressed in black suits with tinted shades hiding their face. The quartet seemed to be watching around them to see if anyone was coming.

Jaune was worried they were a hit squad coming to make get their mark. He could only cower as he wondered whose girl, Neptune pissed off that they would put a mark on him. But, that thought swiftly died as he started at the woman between what actually were four bodyguards. For it was not someone he expected to meet again. He never thought she would grace his presence with her beauty ever again.

With flowing ashen white hair cascading down her elegant shoulders. Draped in a tapestry of fine jewelry silver, sapphires, and ruby’s. A red shirt that displayed a fair amount of her sizeable cleavage, as a dark coat hung lazily off her shoulders. But, what drew, Jaune in the most were those red tinted glasses, that hid a pair of striking vibrant red eyes that he lost himself in.

It was the lady from his one night stand. A woman, Jaune would never forget until death took him.

Jaune: S-Salem?!

Salem: Hello, Ar… no. Hello, Jaune. You’re looking well.

Jaune: Thank you! Y-You’re looking fantastic. But, uhh… why are you here? You said after our… night together that it would be just a one time thing, and we would never see each other again. And, yet here you are.

Salem: And, yet here I am…

Jaune could barely see, Salems eyes because they blended beautifully with her glasses, but he could tell by the way her body was seemingly twitching that she was nervous. He was about to ask her whats wrong, but then his roommates happened.

Sun: Holy hell?! You actually had sex?!

Neptune: Damnmmm! She is smoking hot! How much did she cost you? Eh, eh?!

Salem could tell by his teasing manner upon which the blue boy spoke he was joking with, Jaune. But, to insinuate that she was a call girl?! Maybe she should let her associates teach this child some manners.

But before, Salem could give the command, Jaune held a single finger up, silently asking for a moment before shutting the door. She was wondering what was going on, but then she heard a loud thud as if something had fallen over. As the door soon reopened to reveal the smiling face of, Jaune Arc. She could see behind him the form of the blue haired boy, groaning in pain as he clutched his groin.

Salem shot, Jaune a small smile from the corner of her lips, and he just waved it off as if it was nothing.

Jaune: So… What bring you to our humble abode?

Salem: I need to discuss something with you of the utmost importance.

Jaune: Okay, what is it?

Salem’s eyes darted around as if she was trying to find the words to speak before she returned his gaze.

Salem: This would be a discussion best help in private.

Jaune nodded his head as he told his friends to scram. The blond monkey nodded his head as he pulled his friend, who was in the fetal position whilst still clutching his privates on the floor out the room. As soon as they were out of the room, Jaune stood aside allowing, Salem to enter his dorm room.

Salem: Thank you for allowing me… in…?

Salem’s thought process stopped in its tracks rather abruptly. She was going to tell him something important, but as she took in the absolute state of, Jaune’s apartment her mind did a reset, and was the midst of a reboot as she processed this, ‘mess.’

Jaune was about to ask her if something was wrong, then he saw where her eyes were going, and he sighed in understanding.

Jaune: Yeah its a…

Salem: A pig sty?

Jaune: That’s an… apt description.

Jaune’s apartment was an absolute mess: Wrappers, and empty bottles strewn across the place. Half finished take out boxes laying across every table in sight. Clothes from teeshirts to underwear draped all over the furniture. But, there was one thing that was most damning of all that was the crown jewel of this pig sty.

Salem: I-Is that a banana peel on the lamp shade?

Jaune: Haa… Gods dammit, Sun…

Jaune looked over, and groaned in disgust as he grabbed a bucket, seemingly filled to the brim with banana peels, and tossed the latest addition into the bucket.

Jaune: Sun, uhh… the blond monkey faunas you saw earlier. His family are all monkey faunas’s so the have a habit of eating a banana, and tossing the peal away when they’re finished.

Salem: Not into the trash I assume?

Jaune: Unfortunately not. I’ve told him to stop doing that, but he won’t listen to me. So, I’ve been collecting his banana peels for the past two weeks, and I plan to stuff them in his pillow case as form of petty vengeance.

Salem: Do you think that will work?

Jaune: Well, they stink so they should send a message of sorts. If not I’ll tie his tail to the bed frame, or something.

Salem: You would do that to a faunas; That seems rather cruel don’t you think?

Jaune: I have slipped on several banana peels, and landed hard on my back, I will make sure he learns through pain that I am very vindictive bastard.

Salem: And, is the rest of this mess from that blue haired boy?

Jaune: Neptune? Ehh no. It’s from both of them, they’re total slobs. I was about to threaten them with bodily harm if they didn’t clean up the place. But, they started going on again that I totally didn’t have sex with a woman who had the body of an angel carved from the finest of marble slabs, craved painstakingly by a superb master craftsman.

Salem: Why thank you~! You would make a handsome marble statue yourself, Jaune.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Ahck?! I-I-I’m sorry?! I didn’t want to tell them anything about you, but they wouldn’t believe me, so I had to say something?! N-Not a lie, you are gorgeous! Divine even… But… Uhh… It’s a little hot in here…? Perhaps I s-should open a window…

Jaune made way for a window, but was stopped in his tracks as he heard, Salem’s melody of laughter. During the time they spent at the bar talking, he spent every moment trying to get a laugh out of her. Her laughter was angelic, and her smile divine. One he spent the whole night trying to make appear before his very eyes.

Salem had told him the sad story of her life, and her past love. It was a story of sorrow, regret, and betrayal. A love that was, a life that could have been, and the truth to a lie that ruined it all.

She didn’t tell him every detail, it was her right to have her secrets. Jaune didn’t want to know everything either, they were just two strangers sitting alone at a bar. One musing over her drink, the other musing over time. He was just there to be the ear who heard her complaining, the voice to ask the question she wanted asked, and the shoulder to cry over.

Afterwards, Salem asked if, Jaune could give her a ride home. She hadn’t drunk a lot, but even a little alcohol mixed with driving a car could be fatal. And, being the gentleman he tried to be, he accepted her request for aid.

He took her home, and he would have left things at that. But, she insisted that he come in, he remembered her giving him a vague excuse of why he should stay, but he never remembered it. What made him stay was the pleading look in her eyes that beg that she didn’t want to be alone. So he stayed, and one thing lead to another, and he awoke in her bed with her resting softly against him.

It was a moment of weakness, and desire of the flesh. One that they both knew that shouldn’t have happened. But, it was one neither would deny they regretted. After that they agreed to part ways, they would never regret this moment of fleeting love shared between them. But, it was a one time deal, and they would never see each other again.

And yet, Salem was here, right now, right before, Jaune’s very eyes.

Jaune: Why don’t we go to my room? I can assure you it doesn’t look like a bomb went off at a dump.

Jaune opened the door to his room, and ushered, Salem inside his room. Salem was hesitant to enter his room, because it was his, but he assured her it wasn’t like the pigsty she was currently standing in, so she walked in. And, what surprised her ahead l was that, Jaune, once again, was true to his word.

While the description of, ‘a bomb that went off at a dump,’ was an adept description of their living room, Jaune’s room was a complete contrast to that.

His bed was made, his clothes hanged on their hooks, his floor was vacuumed, and his books neatly arrange along the book case. Even the little figurines he had were neatly in their display cases. The only mess there was upon his desk where an assortment of art supplied, and school books lay strewn about. And, if anything, it would be considered an organized mess at best.

Jaune: Would you like a seat?

Jaune pushed, his charge towards her, and graciously offered her a seat. Salem looked towards the chair, and simply shook her head at his kind offer.

Salem: No, no thank you. But, perhaps you should take a seat.

Jaune: Why, is something wrong, Salem?

Salem: Over a week after our night together, I went in for a medical check up. Standard routine check up for me, I usually have one every three months, or so.

Jaune: That’s a good routine to have. I probably should get a check up myself, it’s been a while since I last saw a doctor.

Salem: Yes… while I was having my check up… They discovered something rather… unexpected…

Jaune: You’re dying?!

Jaune didn’t understand why someone he had a fling with was coming here to tell him that. Unless, was it his fault she was dying?

Jaune was about to start having a panic attack, when, Salem rushed forward, and spoke softly as she tried to calm his nerves.

Salem: Nononono… It’s nothing like that. Quite the opposite really.

Jaune: What’s the opposite of dying? Reincarnation?

Salem laughed as she shook her head, taking off her glasses, and gently placing them on his desk.

Salem: I forgot how much of an adorable goofball you are.

Jaune: Thank you?

Salem: Jaune… let me put this to you bluntly.

Jaune: Okay?

Salem straightened her back, and started, Jaune dead in the eye. Crimson, and cerulean locked in a bitter struggle, neither wanting to look away from the beauty before their eyes.

What felt like an eternity, but merely lasted a few seconds, Salem took a deep breath, and told, Jaune the reasons she was here. A reason that filled her with equal parts dread, and hope. So, with those blood red eyes, she stared at the young man, and spoke words with a voice of steel that completely enthralled him to ever word that dropped from her luscious red lips.

Salem: Jaune… You better take responsibility, or else…

Jaune: …

Jaune: Eh…?

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby salem #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #jaune x salem #salem x jaune #rwby grimmknight

[masqueradereveler21]

Hogwarts Legacy Character Sheet - Gwendolen Hedera (Edited)

General Information

Full Name: Gwendolen Hedera

Nicknames: Gwen, Wendy, The Hero of Hogwarts, The New Fifth Year

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: April 26th, 1875

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Personality Type (MBTI): INTJ - The Architect

Species: Human

Blood Status: Unregistered

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Nationality: Welsh

House: Slytherin

Wand: Fir wood with a phoenix feather core, 11 3/4”, rigid flexibility

Patronus: Stoat

Boggart: The mutilated corpse of Professor Fig

Amortentia: Bread pudding, wax candles, old books, fresh linen

Physical Appearance

Hair Colour & Style: Black; occasionally wears down but is most often seen sporting it braided or in a ponytail.

Eye Colour: Grey

Skin Tone: Olive with neutral undertones

Height: 167cm (5’6”)

Weight: 55kg (121 lbs)

Clothing Style: Neat and presentable; favors skirts, ruffled blouses, vests, and heeled boots. Almost never wears her robes.

Accessories: Black painted finger nails. A necklace gifted to her from Natty.

Personality

Positive Traits: Adaptable, determined, loyal, resilient, compassionate, curious, diligent

Neutral Traits: Independent, reserved, ambitious, rational, observant, competitive

Negative Traits: Arrogant, cunning, stubborn, sarcastic, defiant

Strengths: Capable of thinking outside the box and extremely quick-witted

Weaknesses: Thinks she knows what’s best and struggles to let people in

Likes: Cats, Summoner’s Court, Quidditch, organization, leadership, exploring the highlands, reading

Dislikes: Spiders, Gobstone’s, dugbogs, failure, meat, laziness, clutter

Background and Family

Gwendolen Hedera was born on April 26th, 1875, in South Wales to parents of unknown wizarding heritage. At the age of five, Gwendolen was in a carriage accident which tragically took her parents lives and left her with amnesia. She was ultimately raised at Mission of Love, a Muggle monastery that housed young orphans and disabled elderly. During her time there, she was subjected to verbal, mental, and occasionally physical abuse, though she did find some solace in the older people there who treated her kindly. Once she grew old enough, she was shuffled from household to household trying to find a place to call home, though her “poor behavior” and lack of discipline always lead her back to the monastery. It wasn’t until she was fourteen that Gwendolen found herself whisked away by Professor Eleazar Fig, never to be seen again.

After Professor Fig’s death, she found herself under the guardianship of Matilda Weasley, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration professor. It took some convincing from Ominis for Gwen to accept the offer, and she kept herself at arms length in the beginning, fearing that Professor Weasley would abandon her when things became too difficult. During the summer between her fifth and sixth year, she met the rest of the Weasley clan and grew closer to Garreth Weasley, who she begrudgingly helped with his experiments. With time, she came to view Professor Weasley in a maternal light (the feeling was mutual on Matilda’s part).

Biological Father: Unknown (Deceased)

Biological Mother: Unknown (Deceased)

Guardian/Adoptive Parent: Matilda Weasley

Adoptive Uncles: Graham Weasley, Phillip Weasley

Adoptive Aunts: Dorothy Weasley (née Button), Lydia Weasley (née Hawthorne)

Adoptive Cousins: Theodore Weasley, Oscar Weasley, Garreth Weasley, Florence Weasley, Millicent Weasley, Francis Weasley, Edmund Weasley

Relationships

Love Interest: Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow…ehh its complicated…

Best Friends: Natsai Onai, Poppy Sweeting, Garreth Weasley, Imelda Reyes, Amit Thakkar

Acquaintances: Nerida Roberts, Grace Pinch-Smedley, Lucan Brattleby, Isaac Cooper, Adelaide Oakes

Rivals: Leander Prewett, Charlotte Morrison, Samantha Dale

Enemies: Ranrok, Victor Rookwood, Theophilus Harlow, Ashwinders, Cassius Caine (OC), Elspeth Iris (OC)

Pets: Vivarium beasts, eleven cats, a barn owl named Minerva

• Artwork done by the incredible @millyillus •

#gwendolen hedera #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #garreth weasley #amit thakkar #imelda reyes #matilda weasley #hogwarts legacy mc #slytherin #slytherin mc #hphl mc #hogwarts legacy oc #the girl with the resting bitch face #character sheet

[bonefall]

fun fact: the uk equivalent of barnes and noble is called waterstones which straight up just sounds like a warrior cats locale. youve heard that riverclan took sunningrocks but no ones talking about bloodclan with waterstones smh

An ancient intergenerational fued, between the savage warriors of BloodClan, and Janice who runs the checkout at Waterstones

#Have you guys heard that old Barnes and Nobles pun? #''Where do peasants and kings go to get their books?'' #''Barns and Nobles'' #Thank you for this trivia I will keep this in mind #BloodClan #Clan culture #Fennelposting

[mommyclaws]

I really like the moments where Ravenpaw is said to be overly imaginative and a good storyteller, he likes teasing apprentices and loves kittens. He's so cute and charming!! He has a lot of personality and it's so sad how frightened he was in Thunderclan... so scared of Tigerclaw hurting him and his clan being turned against him. I just really loved the moment in Fire and Ice when Fireheart thinks about how much happier Ravenpaw seems at the barn than in Thunderclan. Bc there are SO many plots with cats temporarily leaving their clans for this or that reason but it always ends with the toxicity of clan culture and how you're not "honorable" if you dont go back to the clan you are actively miserable or possibly endangered in. Or the guilt of leaving behind a clan who treated them badly...

#hi #txt #ravenpaw #warrior cats #infodump tag #this is very rambly lol