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hell0mega · 2 years

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BUGS CW BUT I FUCKING HATE HATE HATE HATE FUCKING BUGS SO FUCKING MUCH I HAVE SO MUCH TRAUMA WITH THEM I WISH THEY WOULD ALL DIE I DONT CARE!!!!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE

I TRY SO FUCKING HARD TO NOT HAVE ANXIETY SURROUNDING BUGS AND THEY KEEP FUCKING PROVING ME WRONG

JUST SITTING AT MY DESK AND I FEEL A TICKLE ON MY HEEL, IMMEDIATELY THINK OH IT'S A BUG, BUT I TRY TO MANAGE MY FUCKING ANXIETY AND IGNORE IT, I FEEL IT A FEW MORE TIMES OVER THE NEXT COUPLE MINUTES AND FINALLY DECIDE TO VERY CASUALLY CHECK, LIKE OH IT'S JUST A TICKLE THEY HAPPEN ALL THE TIME IT'S NOT A BUG.

IT'S THE BIGGEST COCKROACH IVE EVER SEEN, IT'S LITERALLY 4 INCHES LONG. IT WAS TOUCHING ME!!!! IT WAS HANGING OUT BETWEEN MY FEET MAKING ME IGNORE IT BECAUSE I TRY NOT TO FREAK OUT AT EVERY FUCKING TICKLE I EVER FEEL BECAUSE AM INCLINED TO BUT IT'S NOT HEALTHY SO I DON'T

i yelled at it and this fucker has the GALL!!!! THE NERVE TO JUST CASUALLY WALK AROUND LIKE OH THANKS FOR MOVING YOUR FEET IM JUST GONNA LOOK AROUND

i got up and grabbed the Raid that's RIGHT ON THE COUNTER BECAUSE GIANT FUCKING COCKROACHES AND LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE GET IN MY THIRD FLOOR APARTMENT ALL THE TIME SOME FUCKING HOW, AND DOUSE THAT BITCH IN POISON. THAT MADE HIM RUN!!! SPRAYED HIM UNTIL HE FLIPPED OVER FUCKING DEAD LIKE THE PIECE OF SHIT THEY ARE

i grew up in a VERY buggy house, we were surrounded by trees and an acre of grass and old barns and my dad never finished the house so there was just holes to the goddamn outdoors fucking everywhere, we had bugs all the time and they would attack me, i got stung and bit A LOT and i suffered for NINETEEN YEARS OF THIS, we had flea infestations and wasps, FUCKING WASPS came in through the FUCKING AC VENTS ALL THE GODDAMN TIME, i fucking hate it i want to live on the fucking moon. i want to douse my entire house with bug poison and smelly essential oils that every bug hates and infest my yard with invasive mint, i do not care, i want them gone!!!!

do not come for me with environmental bullshit I KNOW!!!!! I KNOW THEY ARE ESSENTIAL TO THE ECOSYSTEM AND AGRICULTURAL PESTICIDES ARE RUINING WHATEVER BUT I DO 👏 NOT 👏 WANT 👏 THEM 👏 IN 👏 MY 👏 HOUSE 👏 THAT IS ALL I ASK!!!!! i don't GIVE A SHIT if it's "natural" or "they don't want to be there either" or "they're escaping the rain" or "you're the one invading their home" I COULDN'T CARE LESS!!!! i want to live in a steel box with ac and refined sugar and preservatives and the bugs can live outside of that. i can see them on walks in nature but god fuck i hate them so fucking much

#the other day a moth dive-bombed my desk and i got my bf to get it in a cup and we took it outside #I'm not evil. it's mostly roaches.#god i can NOT stop swatting at every fucking tickle i feel now #I'm laying down for going to bed cuz CAN'T SIT AT MY DESK NOW CAN I!!!!#and i just had a tickle on my neck that made me twitch at a weird angle and it's like i cricked it #I'm just gonna literally cry myself to sleep now that I'm done processing my anger #i took extra melatonin which might've been a mistake but i need all the help i can get to try to fall asleep right now #i won't tag anything cuz i don't want to like upset anyone who is looking for positive bug content

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bbugsy · 3 months

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my witcher hyperfixation is back so this may turn from a horror blog to a witcher blog LMAOOO expect witcher art n fics very soon sorry not sorry 😔🤙

#please help me #I'm so sorry for everyone who followed me for horror related shit #mostly resident evil and silent hill 😔🤙#I mean I'll still be reposting re and sh and dbd stuff but MAN I MISSED THE WITCHER #I MISS GERALT AND THE CAT WITCHERS AND CIRI AND YEN AND GAETAN AND DIJKSTRA AND CIRI AND ZOLTAN AND EMHYR AND CIRI AND ROACH AND CERYS AND #HJALMAR AND CRACH AND CIRI AND DANDELION AND EVEN MORVREN AND I guess triss even tho the games butchered her 😔 sad !

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bananasfosterparent · 3 months

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TAV x ASTARION SONGS ABOUT: The Relationship

Since I have a massive 170+ song playlist for my Tav, Efenity and Astarion, I decided to gather the most "important" and relevant ones, for my own reference/index mostly, but also if anyone else's Tav has a similar dynamic with him maybe you can swipe some of these songs :P Maybe it will give you ideas or help expand your TavxAstarion playlists idk. (Obviously I have a lot more for Efenity vs just Astarion, but that's because I'm always inside her head lmao Also, all links lead to Youtube btw. And it's mostly electronic music)

For context of my Tav: Efenity Kelmorn is a half high-elf, Storm Sorcerer (mostly lightning), and criminal. Neutral Evil, ESTP. More about her here.

Here are songs about their relationship (during the game events):

⚔⚔⚔ Astarion's POV ⚔⚔⚔ ⚔ Pandemonium - Pet Shop Boys ⚔ Work With My Love - Alok & James Arthur ⚔ You May Be Right - Billy Joel ⚔ Lovers (ft SEAWAVES) - Timecop1983 ⚔ rely - flor ⚔Neon Medusa - The Midnight ⚔Assassin - Sultan & Shepard

🌩️🌩️🌩️ Efenity's POV 🌩️🌩️🌩️ 🌩️ Bad Things - Primo the Alien 🌩️ Eclipse - Ryos ft Allisa Rose 🌩️ Just Like You - Tritonal, APEK , ft Meron Ryan 🌩️ Kicks - Lights 🌩️ I'm Feeling You - Michelle Branch 🌩️ The Game Of Love - Santana ft Michelle Branch 🌩️ Chemicals React - Aly & AJ 🌩️ Waiting For Love - Medina 🌩️ Salt and Vinegar (ded Version) - Lights 🌩️ Must Be The Love - Arty, Nadia Ali, BT 🌩️ Together We're Screwed - Robotaki (ft Nevve) 🌩️ Falling Into Mystery - MitiS (ft Dia Frampton) 🌩️ The Glamorous Life - Eden's Crush 🌩️ Love It When You Hurt Me - TheFatRat & Anjulie

🌩⚔🌩 BOTH ⚔🌩⚔🌩 🖤Shadow - Bossfight, JT Roach, & RUNN 🖤 OK - AViVA & 8 Graves

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Other playlists like this: SONGS ABOUT: FALLING IN LOVE

#efenity #tav x astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion #bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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I'm absolutely feral for ultranationalist Roach. Can we get head canons for this AU?

I will be writing more ultranationalist Roach because you guys seemed to like him and I have #ideas so here are some headcanons to sate you guys until the next drabble is done

Warnings: Horny unhinged Roach ahead and some dub-con:

Was military early into his life, similar to how Makarov was in his life

He got put on a mission working with Shepherd and, despite following all of his orders and doing some shitty things, he gets betrayed

He was shot and left for dead as a response but he's tough af and showed back up on base a week later

Tried to talk about what happened and only got dishonorably discharged for it

He's followed from the military by a few people who believed his story and got bad vibes (Jackson and a few others) together, he and this group form the beginnings of the American Ultranationalist party

The goal of the party is to fix the stain that they see as the current US government/military complex

Essentially they want to overthrow the government and put in a much more liberal and chill government

They gain a lot of popularity in the US and grow fairly quickly. This earns the ire of outside nations + the US government and they send someone to try to take out Roach

Roach doesn't die, but many of the men who first helped him join the party do and Jackson nearly dies.

It fucks him up bad and essentially rewires the way that he thinks about the other nations and what he's trying to do.

So now the Ultranationalists go from a mostly peaceful group to a full on militant party that is more than willing to send people in to other countries to fuck shit up if they get in their way

Their group are branded terrorists and, despite all of their kinda evil pretty much actually terrorist actions, they do still have a lot of support among the American people (similar to the Ultranationalists in MW2)

This is around the time at the 141 start coming for them with the explicit goal of taking out Roach

Brief aside to mention

Makarov starts off as Spetznaz again in this life, but rather than getting into shady shit and being discharged he actually stays on a good path and ends up taking what would have been Roach's place on the 141

Roach at this point has just fully lost the ability to give a fuck, so while he appears as this kinda out of it and wacky guy, he's actually super calculating and is always one step ahead of the 141

He first gets a sight of the 141 and he's super interested in this group because "God damn they just foiled my plans to blow up the Washington monument thats sick af"

So he starts watching them on missions and he, absolutely wild man that he is, is like "hey 👀👀👀👀 they're all hot af actually"

Yes this is a Roach x everyone concept now ajjdjfjfjfj

So he's like "hey Jackson, my dude, light of my life, guy who I've been sleeping with for years now, what would you say to me slowly kidnapping an entire military team"

"Why would you do that?"

"So you know how old kings used to have harems?"

JDNFJJFJFJFJJF

AND HE STICKS BY IT

He takes Makarov first as he thinks that he'll be the easiest to make fall for him (he's right, bro is whipped after like a week of being kidnapped)

Then he goes for Gaz next because he thinks he can bond with the man and also he's seen the way Jackson has been eyeing up Gaz's picture and he's like "ooo both at once 👀👀"

He takes Soap and Ghost next. He knows he has to take them together because he knows they're in a relationship. All he has to do is get Soap to fall for him and he knows Ghost will follow soon after

He saves price for last for several reasons

He knows the man will be the hardest to capture

He knows if Price went missing first his entire team would tear the world apart looking for him

And he knows it will break Price's spirit just enough to make him pliant if all of the team goes first

Yeah and from there he just kinda rubs it in the governments faces that he managed to not only take down one of their best teams, but also turn them to his side (sorta)

And then he takes over the world because he gets to win in this au sjfjnfjdjfjf

Honestly though even if this au didn't turn into Roach x everyone, he's just unhinged enough to flirt with all of them anyways

Roach starts the ultranationalist movement with a group of about seven other people (one being Jackson) and despite it operating as a council until most of the members were killed, Roach was elected their leader

When the assassins were sent after the untranationalist leaders, Roach actually did nearly die

He was shot twice, once in the chest and once in his hip. He managed to kill his attacker while running off of adrenaline before collapsing and being found by an ultranationalist sympathizer who helped him out.

Despite his full recover, he does get occasional issues with his hip from where the bullet shattered the bone there

Jackson also survived the assassination attempts, but lost his leg to one of the several bullets that tore through his skin

He does not have a prosthetic yet, but Roach is working on getting him one since the man only recently requested one

Soap and Ghost are Roach's favorites out of the 141, but he absolutely won't say that to any of them

Its because on multiple of the missions he was able to tap into their comms and listen to them talk to each other and he fell hard

Makarov fell the hardest for him out of the 141 members. Generally like a puppy in love

Roach probably interacts the least with Gaz romantically, just because he is letting Gaz and Jackson vibe, however he probably talks the most to Gaz in a friendship sense

He's rich rich from all the evil doing so he buys them a house where everyone has their own rooms and everything

Baby boy is bossy as well in this au as well as very pushy and touchy lol

Some other little notes:

I'll probably use Ultranationalist Roach as a character in multiple different ways. So what I mean by that is that in one drabble he might be trying to get the whole 141 in a harem, while in another he might be going for Soap, Ghost, Makarov, Price, or Gaz and only them.

It will really be up to whatever I'm feeling (if its something I'm writing for me) or whatever the asker wants (so if you guys send a request for like a Roach interested in Makarov only then I'll do that, but if you just send a general "ultranationalist Roach + Makarov" request then I may mention the Roach x everyone stuff in the background but still have the focus be solely on that character)

Really tbh, we could definitely add some drama to this au and I do have some ideas, but at the end of the day it really is more of an excuse to write horny feral villain Roach content skfjbdjsjdjfj

Also everyone say thank you to the Anon who initially proposed the idea, they're iconic

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #ghost x roach #john soap mactavish #roach x everyone #ultranationalist roach #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #vladimir makarov

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8-rae-rae-8 · 5 months

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Okay so, I think I'm starting on a Roach x Graves fic 👀 This is the first chapter so far?? Might add more later

Just over 800 words

Major character death mentioned

Tags under the cut

Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Roach has trouble talking, Graves knows how to save a life (shocking), Roach x Graves, takes place in 09, Task Force 141 as Family (Call of Duty), Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Quite a few people are dead already, I'm not killing them, preshadow company, Graves doesn't have his shadows yet, Young Philip Graves, Young Gary Roach Sanderson, Past Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, (that is only potentially I haven't decided yet), Graves is considerate and kind??, Coma, it's inaccurate though, Pre-Graves being evil [more to be added]

It wasn't so quiet anymore. Rustling of tree branches told him he wasn't so dead. The faint scent of burned flesh, and hair, coming from around him. If he could move, he would.

The world was so dark. Everything too quiet but somewhat still there. His helmet protecting him from most burns. Yet, he swore he still felt the flame on his skin.

Shots echoed in his head. He remembered who he was laid next to. Laid in a field, far from most. He wanted to speak, wanted to see if his friend was alive. But he knew the shot had gone straight to the heart. A long time ago, he promised not to get attached to a team he hardly knew... But task force 141 was different. It was a family, always looking out for each other.

This time, the Intel had been bad, at least from what they knew. They got fucked over, lied to by the general they were supposed to trust.

The last thing he truely remembered was his captain telling him he shouldn't trust the general. It was too late. The gas had been poured, drenching his clothes and his friend's body.

He was Ghost. Was. It was too late to save him. Too late.

Still being alive was a miracle after what had happened. The flame must've at least partially cauterized the bullet wounds he sustained.

He knew he wasn't dead, for he could still feel the pain. Even though the flame was long gone. Death would've been easier. It wasn't the relief he got.

The sudden hands grabbing onto his shoulders sent shockwaves of pain through his system. It wasn't a surprise when the world went quiet again. Pain ever present, but dulling. He felt sharpness in his neck, just under his helmet, then everything was gone.

In a blink of an eye.

Was this death?

No. He wasn't granted the sweet release. But maybe, just maybe he'd been saved. He could only hope.

And hope he did. From behind those closed eyes, the burns cover almost all his body, and the silence of his unmoving lips, he hoped.

Maybe one day he'd see his friends again. His team.

He was not so lucky when he woke. Or at least, when he regained consciousness.

Everything was cold. The faint sounds of beeps and monitors. He had to be alive. In a hospital, even. Who had brought him here? Did he even deserve it?

He couldn't move, but he could hear around him. His skin was bandaged, burns on his neck and around his face had been bandaged. Everything was dull, he had to assume it was due to medication. How long was he out for? He felt so different.

Mostly though, he missed his friends. His team. He was alone now. Alone, but alive. It felt wrong to live after what he'd experienced. His mind felt blurred, and just out of touch of the memories that he held closest.

Time blurred along with those memories.

A voice cut through the dark behind his eyes. He was awake, but unable to move. He didn't have the energy, even if he did he probably wouldn't want to move much.

"They call ya Roach..." An american? Really? He had to have been dreaming. This wasn't someone he knew. Was it? The voice was unfamiliar, rough.

"Ya got some pretty nasty wounds there... I got you covered." Weird. He couldn't understand why an american was helping him. Couldn't he read his file would say he was a United Kingdom citizen? Or at least part of the SAS? Maybe it wouldn't. He didn't know how long he was out.

"docs said you'd pull through, you can hear me. I think. Bless your heart.." The man sounded genuinely sad for him. Maybe it was the southern accent to his words.

"what happened to you?" He asked, as if Roach could respond. He couldn't, unfortunately. Not that he'd say anything anyways. He wouldn't want to. He never spoke much before this anyways. Speaking wasn't on his agenda, and he wouldn't be speaking to an american especially.

The man let out a dry laugh. No humor, this wasn't a time for humor. "It's been a while since i found you. Gotta admit it's a little boring waiting for you to be better."

At least the words stopped after that. It was hard to process it all. Painful, even. Too much too soon. He couldn't even voice his discomfort, he didn't even know if he could make a sound. Could he? Probably not... He'd been too wounded. He needed to rest.

Of course the man near the bed seemed to know that, but Roach seemed to realize he wasn't leaving. The faint warmth from his direction was enough to make that clear. Yet, somehow, it soothed him. He wasn't truely alone.

#gravesroach #call of duty #cod #cod mw 09 #cod 09 #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #roach centric #tell me what you think #call of duty roach #roach cod #Cod fanfic #graves x roach

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phrootsnacks · 2 months

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jjba thursday part 4: ep 16-18

it's jjba thursday. usually im excited for jjba thursday, usually im looking forward to it throughout the week. but today I don't know. im not feeling the best. hmmm let me get some ice cream

anyway. sometimes you just gotta watch jojo's bizarre adventure, even when you're not in the mood to watch jojo's bizarre adventure. because you gotta. you gotta see jojo's bizarre adventure

episode 16 - Let's Go Hunting!

wait im just noticing jotaro's dolphin themed outfit. because hes a marine biologist. thats so cute.

I thought we already knew non humans could have stands. what about that one ape on the boat. wait a minute. was that ape also ..... bored?

new opening! cool

im not used to jotaro talking this much

they're gonna livestream the rat's nest

dead rat cube

yeah why the hell are you poking it

this really isn't a hunting trip, you're in someone's house

spOoOokY fridge!

dead human cube (well. mostly dead)

yo why's this rat's stand a missile launcher

jotaro! your hand!!!

damnit!

bugeaten

jotaro is really carrying this episode

oh wow

I like that in the moment jotaro stops time he says "good grief"

I also like that jotaro named the rat bugeaten and is also the only one calling it bugeaten

tfw your nephew who's older than you is trusting you to locate a rat based on its missile launches and then kill said rat

tfw your nephew who's older than you gets hit by the rat's missiles and starts turning into black goo

epic

ok. im not gonna call you that josuke

"Akira's mutant stand rats got me thinking. They are reflections of our destruction of the environment. I'm not sure how to feel." ??? why did jotaro say this

episode 17 - Rohan Kishibe's Adventure

who... voices this guy...... I see

the map is wrong? for sure this is the work of an enemy stand

ok I know the character's don't know what show they're in but. I feel like if I had a stand and I knew stand users attracted each other and I was in a bizarre situation?? I would not be surprised by it being the work of an enemy stand. I would be more surprised if it was the work of a walrus

"haters like josuke" AHHAHAHAHAHAH

hey. why are you reading all this

she's a true crime girly

she's a prankster

oh. ok

I feel like. if you live in a world with stands, ghosts are pretty believable

um. rohan???

Morioh, a small quiet town.... with a SERIAL KILLER who is KILLING CHILDREN!!!!!!

koichi I thought you said you just have five minutes

rohan!!!!!!

tfw you're in the myth of orpheus. except its the opposite in the sense that you do feel like somethings behind you

um. ok??

who. what?????

...

okuyasu.

come on koichi. we only go after serial killers that have stands!! obviously

um. um. um. um.

"look at this! you're dripping. not at all becoming of a lady. I expect you to clean this up!" WHO wrote that. or is my mind just...

no, this guy is intentionally saying very horny things to a severed arm. naturally

KIRA????? LIKE FROM DEATH NOTE?????????

episode 18 - Shigechi's Harvest, Part 1

"the public doesn't realize it, but there's an Evil lurking in Morioh" again!!! what!!!!!!

god damn the fear mongery lines just dont end huh! true crime girlies would like jjba part 4

josuke.

is... the roach the stand user??

how. how are you barely keeping up with this lil bug thing

check it out

they're just hustling. 24 7 grindset mindset

WHO IS THIS GUY HEHEHE I LOVE HIM

okuyasu. stop hitting on everyones mom!!!

shigechi!!!!! :,)

"you sneaky dick" thats a new one lol

this episode started so dark. but now it's :,)

they are being so cute!!! right?? even if they are being a lil sketchy

friendship IS the coolest

I love this weird little guy and how much josuke and okuyasu are hyping him up

yeah!!! seize the means of production!!! workers' of the world unite!!!!

hey. do people ship josuke and okuyasu. because

did you know?? its SG group 121314

this episode is so SILLLYYYYYYYYY

communist shigechi!!! hell yeah!!!!!! dont let them steal your wages!!!!!!!

ok. so yeah. im glad I watched jojo's bizarre adventure. I feel a bit better now :)

#jjba thursday

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aechlys · 1 year

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It's getting to the point where I am so scared about this upcoming year's house plague- whatever it may be (because I killed my first fly today, I killed two roaches over the winter, and something LARGE is in my wall already)- and I have been beaten down so fucking badly by the shitty fucking evil housing situation here that I may, and I can't fucking believe I'm saying this, have to go into yet another fucking roommate situation despite the fact that I can finally afford my own place and my own independence. But because I got injured on the job last year, on paper my income looks Bad even though that's (mostly) a lie. Anyway, that's the state of things and I'm finally scared to death and shedding tears over it. I've worked so, so fucking hard and this is all I get. I'm so angry. I'm so angry.

#those of you who remember last year's flypocalypse #killing 35+ flies a day #I can't live like this anymore #the scratching in my walls has been getting louder and closer and I keep thinking about the rat they pulled out of my ceiling #and the guy who pulled it out going 'it was a rat' and not one second later my landlord looking me dead in the eye and saying 'so a mouse'#I could kill them all #I am screaming and crying I have worked until I literally have bled and literally have pulled disks in my spine #all for this shitty fucking racist ass city to say it's not enough despite it being plenty #I don't know how much more of this I can take #nothing I fucking do or try works anymore I don't know what else to do anymore #I am one step away from throwing myself off a bridge #I'm tired

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him-e · 2 years

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So curious about your Witcher Season 2 thoughts and who you ship! :)

As someone who has no context and no idea where the story is going and isn't familiar with either the books or the game, I'm super intrigued and excited for season 3. The scope and stakes of the story are finally starting to shape up and I can't wait to see what Ciri's destined to become and what will be Geralt and Yen's role in this. A few scattered thoughts:

I loved Voleth Meir as the season's big bad and hope to see more of her, but I felt like her arc was done a bit confusingly (though I'll admit I didn't pay enough attention to episode 2 which is crucial to understanding what's going on, so I'll probably rewatch it)

I think the show still has to decide whether it wants to have some monster-of-the-week episodes, or be 100% about the overarching plot. I'd prefer the latter, although this would mean losing small gems like 2.01 (did anyone else love the gothic romance vibe and the spin on the beauty and the beast trope?). Trying to do both makes the pacing a bit weird.

Having Yen be without magic powers for the entire season was a bold choice that I can only applaud. Frustrating, at times, especially because we don't really have a big "gets her powers back and starts kicking ass" climatic moment, but that's part of why it's interesting. We see a different Yen this season - somewhat understated and melancholic, more vulnerable and withdrawn than ever, but we also see how cunning and fearsome she can be even without her magic. This is clearly tragic for her because she shaped her entire identity and purpose around her powers, and sacrificed a lot for them, so her motivation throughout the season is entirely sympathetic.

Both Fringilla and Francesca are ambitious, passionate and ruthless and I loved both the Dinner of Death scene and Francesca going biblical on the Redanian infants. In general I love how this show has so many powerful, unapologetic and morally grey female characters.

Loved the Witchers' Castle Black!

Has anyone started calling Ciri a Mary Sue? Was her training montage long enough to justify becoming accepted by the witcherdudes special club? di d she b l e e d en o u g h?

I just love Ciri ok.

However, it is a bit annoying that Vesemir is only briefly tempted to kill her when she's possessed by Voleth Meir, and quickly comes around. It wouldn't feel so strange if the lesson previously learned, via Eskel's arc, was that sometimes the best and most compassionate thing to do with someone who's been possessed by an evil entity is kill them. I do think the writers wanted to use Eskel as foil to Ciri and as foreshadowing of what would happen to her, but the subtext is a bit messy/confusing here.

I scoffed at poor Roach's death. Unnecessary, sudden and cruel. I wish we'd seen more of Geralt's pain.

Geralt is a soft, soft boi.

I YELLED AT THE WILD HUNT. riders on the storm. YES GOOD.

Who do I ship? Well, primarily Geralt and Yennefer, of course. But also Geralt and Ciri (in a weird way: I'm completely sold on their surrogate father/daughter dynamic, but I'm such a sucker for psychic bonds and being each other's destiny). I'm kind of into Fringilla/Cahir and possibly Fringilla/Francesca, and in season 1 I had a brief moment of "what if they kissed?" with Yen and Vilgefortz, but mostly because the actor is just absurdly hot (not especially vibing with him & Tissaia tho).

This season's surprise ship for me was Yen/Cahir - when she freed him instead of executing him and they fled together I was like RELUCTANT ALLIES! ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! But ultimately, I'm too intrigued by the idea of Ciri/Cahir as enemies to lovers, which I've had since season 1 and hope it's -actually- going somewhere. Yeah, lots of shipping material here. I'm being fed well.

#the witcher #the witcher spoilers #*#thewitcher*#thoughts

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shostakobitchh · 7 years

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I'm LOVING the one shots so much I didn't know about them before and they made my day!! You are such a great writer whaaat! My fav is the latest one with Ariel trying to take care of Severus! I love seeing how new Severus is to being loved! Could u do one where lil Ariel yells and attacks a group of students for talking badly about Snape. And then when he confronts her about why she did that she won't tell him at first because she wants to protect his feelings from getting hurt awww

Thank YoU so MuCH I’m sorry this is so late after you sent this in but I wanted to get this one right! Ariel is 8 here. x

She was mostly definitely in trouble.

Ariel had gauged that she was at least a four out of ten on the How Mad Will Severus Be scale, but now, she was closer to a six. He’d allowed her to walk back to the dungeons alone from dinner, but she’d gotten distracted by a ghost she’d never seen before floating up the stairs. Naturally, Ariel had to follow it, but now, she was very lost, and probably doomed. Her father was never going to let her go anywhere by herself ever again, after this. She’d thought she knew the castle better than this, but it turned out that the castle was more than just the Great Hall, the Astronomy Tower, and the dungeons.

Or maybe Ariel would end up wandering for eternity, like the ghost she’d tried to chase after. She’d been very pretty, and young, and troubled looking. Ariel had wanted to ask her what was wrong, but she’d disappeared, leaving Ariel alone in the corridor.

Either way, Severus was bound to be angry.

When Ariel finally heard voices, she let out a sigh of relief, and felt a twinge of excitement. Her father never let students talk to her – not that Ariel was out much while school was in session – but this was an added… bonus, she supposed, of wandering Hogwarts at night, by herself.

(She added another point to the How Mad Will Severus Be scale, putting her at a dangerous seven)

“ – thought it wasn’t too bad. What about you, Ernie?”

“Eh, it was alright.”

“Well I thought it was ridiculous.”

There were three distinctly different voices – two boys, and one girl. Ariel hurried after them, grinning when she saw their backs heading down the corridor, away from her. There robes were blue – Ravenclaws.

“Oi!” She called after them.

They whirled around, looking extremely confused as Ariel jogged towards them. The girl was very tall with blonde hair and baby-blue eyes, while the two boys were brunettes, though one was shorter with tan skin and a crooked nose, the other with freckles and a face that reminded Ariel of a bulldog.

“Can you help me?” Ariel tried to make herself taller by rolling on her toes, but it wasn’t working. “I’m a bit lost.”

“Sweet Circe!” Blondie said. “You’re Ariel Potter!”

“Is it?” Bulldog squinted, blinking in shock as his gaze landed on her scar. “Merlin, it is!”

“What’s Ariel Potter doing up here?”

Ariel didn’t like being spoken about as if she weren’t there. “Ariel Potter is lost and needs to find her d – I mean, Professor Snape.”

“Snape?” Crooked Nose made a face. “Why him?”

Ariel crossed her arms. “Cuz that’s where I’m supposed to go.”

“Greasy git.” Bulldog muttered. “Sorry, kid. That really blows.”

Ariel didn’t know what that meant, but she certainly knew that she didn’t like the tone he was using when talking about Severus.

“C’mon, kid, I’ll take you back.” Blondie put an arm around her shoulder and began leading her away.

“Ugly bastard.” Bulldog said once her back was turned, as though not seeing him made it so Ariel couldn’t hear him. “Why do you reckon he has her? Do you think he’s watching her as a favor for Dumbledore?”

“I dunno – poor girl.”

“A galleon says he makes her sleep in a coffin.”

She whirled around. “What’d you say?”

Bulldog’s eyes widened, exchanging a look with Crooked Nose. Smiles spread over their faces, then, and Blondie gave an exasperated sigh.

“Leave her alone, you guys.” She said. “She’s a kid – don’t scare her.”

“Don’t you know?” Crooked Nose said. “Snape’s a vampire.”

“That’s not funny, Klaus –”

Ariel didn’t hear the rest of what Blondie said – her brain had clicked off.

“Take that back.” Ariel said.

Two pairs of eyebrows hit two foreheads.

“But it’s the truth.” Bulldog said. “Us Ravenclaws – we’ve talked about if Snape works here because the rest of the vampires think he’s too ugly to keep around.”

“Hey!” Blondie cried, startled, as Ariel grabbed her wand out of her hand.

“I said take it back!” She yelled. “It’s not true!”

Crooked Nose hooted with laughter. “You’ve done it now – you’ve pissed off the Chosen One!”

“I’m not afraid of her!” Bulldog shot back, though he was eyeing the wand trained on him warily. “She’s just a little kid –”

Ariel flicked her wrist, a Stinging Hex hitting him in the shoulder. It was a small one – Severus had taught it to her this past summer. Bulldog cried out, his eyes narrowing. “Why you little –”

He reached into his robes –

There were a mass of black in front of her, then, and a very familiar, very scary voice speaking to Bulldog and Crooked Nose.

“Mr Gallagher,” Her father purred. “I thought I just saw something rather strange – were you just about to point your wand at a child?”

Blondie gulped to her left – Ariel wished she could’ve seen their faces.

“N-no, sir!” Bulldog’s voice squeaked. “She was just… I was only gonna disarm her! She took Betsy’s wand and Hexed us!”

“Disarm a child?” Severus asked softly – the hair on the back of Ariel’s neck rose. “Tell me, Mr Gallagher – would it have been impossible for you to simply have grabbed it from her?”

“I s-suppose not, sir, but –”

“And I’m sure Miss Potter had a very good reason to steal another student’s wand.” Her father turned, then – his face was very smooth, but his eyes were glittering dangerously.

Ariel opened her mouth to tell him what they’d said, and how angry it had made her, because she’d never heard someone talk badly about Severus, not ever, but when Ariel glanced at the students, they suddenly looked like they were trying to hide smirks.

She didn’t want to… tell him what they’d said… about him being ugly… or a vampire…

Ariel shook her head, instead. She stared at the floor, wringing Blondie’s wand in her hands.

Her father was silent for a long pause. “Are you telling me you assaulted a student and stole another’s wand unprovoked, Miss Potter?”

“Yes.” Ariel could hear her voice wobble. She peeked up at the Ravenclaws, finding them exchanging incredulous looks.

More silence.

“Very well – give Miss Jones her wand back.” Severus ordered in a flat voice. “Now.”

Ariel hung her head as she handed the girl back her wand – she didn’t look up at her.

“Ten points from Ravenclaw.” Severus snapped at them as he grabbed Ariel’s arm. “for loitering. Now go to your dormitories before I find an excuse to put you all in detention for the next month.”

They scattered like roaches exposed to light. The How Mad Will Severus Be scale was flashing red lights – Ariel had successfully broken it.

“You,” Ariel looked up at her father’s face, menace dripping from it. “are not so lucky.”

Severus was not sure why, but his daughter was lying.

Ariel had never lied to him before, because it was a silent understanding between them that Ariel could never deceive him. She started talking with one glare from him – spying was not an option in her future. Lily had been the same way.

“Sit down.” He snapped at her as soon as the were through the threshold of his quarters. She was very pale, and trembling, but Severus ignored it, wanting to get to the bottom of her erratic behavior.

Ariel sat down in one of the chairs facing his desk – he grabbed it and spun it around. Her eyes doubled in size, and her bottom lip began to shake. The tears were going to come either way – Severus fucking hated tears, but they were a necessary evil in situations such as these.

“First you wander off after I gave you explicit instructions to go straight back here.” Severus grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her eyes to meet his. “And then I find you brawling in the middle of a corridor you should have been nowhere near – what the hell is wrong with you? Where did you get it in your thick skull that this kind of behavior is in any way acceptable?”

“S’not.” Ariel whispered. “M’sorry.”

An instant apology? No – this was not normal Ariel behavior. She screamed back and defended her case, which was most times, surprisingly well for a nine-year-old. She never cowered.

Severus straightened up, perplexed. He was sure anger would’ve snapped her out of it and made the truth come gushing out of her, but instead, Ariel seemed to be trying to become smaller and smaller.

“Stop that.” He said. “Bloody hell, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know, Daddy.” Ariel said, lifting her eyes to meet his. She sniffled, wiping at her face as the first of the tears began to spill over.

“Ariel,” Severus bent down. “what happened? Why did you Hex those boys?”

“I just attacked them.” She toed the floor.

Severus raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “You attacked three students, years beyond your own age and capabilities, just because you…” he inclined his head, prompting her to finish the sentence.

“Nothing.” Her voice was very small. “I just… did.”

This was either very alarming, or a very poorly put-together lie, and Severus was inclined to believe the latter. Ariel was not a sadist, nor did she possess a past of randomly harming other wizards. While it was true she had an explosive temper, simply attacking students unprovoked was not… normal.

She wanted him to believe she was completely at fault… but why?

“Did they say something to you?” Severus tried to soften his voice.

Ariel shook her head.

“Did they make fun of you?”

She whimpered – he was getting close, but she continued to shake her head.

“Did they… say something that upset you?”

Ariel didn’t move – he’d struck a chord. She looked like she was about to go to pieces. If they hadn’t teased her, then that meant…

Ah – yes. Gallagher and Conway had an innate talent for gossip – the Ravenclaws had reportedly been performing analysis’ on all the professors for some years. They’d apparently done a study last year on Minerva last term, and how many hairballs she produced depending on how much time she spent as a cat. Severus knew they called him a greasy git, dungeon bat – worse. He didn’t give a fuck, because they were all inarticulate little pustules, but it had obviously upset Ariel a great deal.

And he’d made her cry because of it. Shit. Why hadn’t she just said they’d been talking badly about him, then? Severus would’ve given them two weeks worth of detention with Filch and docked fifty points, walking away with a spring in his step.

“Ariel,” Severus tapped her cheek with his fingertips. “I know what you’re not telling me. Why are you protecting them?”

Her dark eyes snapped up to his. “I’m n-not… I t-told you…”

“Do you really think I don’t hear what the students say?” Severus sighed. “Child, I can handle a few brats insulting me. It’s something every professor deals with.”

Her eyes widened, and then, filled to the brim with fresh tears. It hit him like a thunderbolt – Ariel wasn’t protecting them, she was trying to protect him.

As Ariel burst out sobbing, Severus lifted her out of the chair so that he was now sitting, the girl in his lap. He stroked her hair, shushing her as he felt his guilty conscience gnawing away at his skull. The girl had only been defending him… and he’d shouted at her for it.

He was such a fucking idiot.

“This is ridiculous,” He growled once Ariel had been reduced to sniffles. “Do you really think I can’t handle name-calling?”

“N-no, it’s cuz you’re not what they were saying…”

It was… such a childish thing, and yet, it was so sincere that Severus felt his throat tightened.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” He tucked her head under his chin.

“S’okay.”

“The little cretins will often say things, Ariel, and while I greatly admire the effort, you cannot attack them for it, and you certainly cannot steal their wands.”

“They shouldn’t have let me steal it, then.” He was relieved to hear a smile in her voice.

“I suppose that’s a fair point.” Severus pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I suppose I can’t trust you not to try and swipe my own as you get ready for bed, can I?”

Ariel giggled, and he felt peaceful, even though moments before, he’d almost made her head roll. It settled against his chest, and as Ariel shifted in his arms, he realized that the girl was just as protective of him as he was of her.

He did not know why, but this realization scared him out of his mind.

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To Save A Life - Chapter 3

Graves x Roach

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[Start]

His hopes were not foolish. Every night, or at least every cycle of about 10 hours, his friend would rejoin him in the hospital room. At least, usually. Sometimes there seemed to be overtime.

The ache of keeping his strained body working to hold his eyes open was almost too much to bear. It felt like he was trying to lift an entire person with his eyes. Too heavy. It didn't take long for himself to allow the rest.

When he woke, he believed his friend would be there. The loneliness won't be so dark, he was sure of it.

He held onto hope while he slipped back into sleep. Every small thing felt like a huge task, but it hardly ever was. It was usually something small and simple. Well, simple for those who weren't on the brink of death.

Morning felt like it rolled around quickly. Perhaps the slight excitement to hear someone else close had made time seem faster. Like a speed up in a game.

“Hey there…” His friend. He was back. Though Roach could not respond, the heart rate monitor ticked up a few beats per minute. He could hear him.

The next words spoken hadn't really registered in his mind, he was focused. He'd see his friend, he just had to open his eyes… the task felt monumentous. But he would not stop trying.

The room was mostly dark, apart from the morning light through the windows to his left. It was difficult, more so than imagined, to even move his eyes. To look around felt hard.

But he did it. He did. His eyes were just barely open, half lidded. It was enough to see most of the room.

Dim lighting, white tile floor, a tan accent wall across the bed, white bedding, a small couch for visitors to the left by the windows. A simple hospital room.

His friend was sitting on the couch. Roach was looking at him as close as he could. Scanning his body with his tired eyes. He looked exhausted, slumped over the arm of the couch with his legs crossed. His head down.

“I don't even know why I'm here… My commander, he-” There was a pause and a breath, “he said I should stop coming to see you.”

Roach sword his breath caught in his throat. The monitor ticked up with his heart rate again. Awake, listening, scared. The last thing he needed was to be alone. Would he be alone now?

The sounds of the machine briefly freaking out had the american looking up from where his eyes had settled on his lap. Shock, panic, then surprise painted his face.

“What the hell?”

That's about what Roach expected.

Slowly, he rose from his seat on the couch to stand just over the hospital bed. Watching, looking, examining.

The burns didn't cover much of his face. Luckily, the mask and helmet had protected him against that. The rest of him wasn't so lucky. Had it not been for his gloves, he probably wouldn't have much of his hands left. But he did. And the american seemed shocked he was even waking up with all the damage.

The last place his eyes landed were to make eye contact with Roach.

Roach got a better look at his friend. Blond, a fresh scar on his cheek, thin lips, slight stubble, small freckles dotted under his eyes and across his nose. Wearing what looked to be an army shirt. His name sewn on.

[Graves, Philip]

Now he had a name to pair to the voice and the face. Philip Graves. Unique.

Graves seemed to notice the way Roach's tired eyes lingered. A soft hush came from him, as if promising he'd be okay to rest. A gentle promise.

“No one thought you were gunna wake up… it's been weeks.” He spoke, his eyes never leaving Roach’s body. Looking at the bandaged arms, or his face. Sometimes even his chest to watch the slow and steady breaths.

Weeks? It didn't feel that long. His eyes shut again, listening to the oddly soothing voice.

Graves seemed to catch on to how Roach wanted him to keep talking. “You lost a shit ton of blood out there. Ain't much we coulda done about it where you were.. Once you were stable enough we flew ya back to the states.” The way he spoke felt as if he was considering Roach as a teammate rather than a stranger.

The american seemed to genuinely care about his well being. It was odd, to say the least.

“Been about 3 weeks since then. I knew ya kept waking up, heard me talking. Your heart thingy kept beeping faster.” Ah, an educated american. Yes, the heart beepy thing. Maybe he was trying to make the situation lighter though.

In a way, it worked.

Graves kept talking, and he had quite a good listener to keep him company. Even before this, Roach was a listener. He didn't speak much.

It wasn't long before Roach was lulled back to sleep by the sound of the other's voice.

[End]

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To Save A Life - Chapter 1

[title will probably change]

Graves x Roach

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Then we'll be into the story :3

I'm NOT looking for criticism!!!!

It wasn't so quiet anymore. Rustling of tree branches told him he wasn't so dead. The faint scent of burned flesh, and hair, coming from around him. If he could move, he would.

[Start]

The world was so dark. Everything too quiet but somewhat still there. His helmet protecting him from most burns. Yet, he swore he still felt the flame on his skin.

This time, the Intel had been bad, at least from what they knew. They got fucked over, lied to by the general they were supposed to trust.

The last thing he truely remembered was his captain telling him he shouldn't trust the general. It was too late. The gas had been poured, drenching his clothes and his friend's body.

He was Ghost. Was. It was too late to save him. Too late.

Still being alive was a miracle after what had happened. The flame must've at least partially cauterized the bullet wounds he sustained.

He knew he wasn't dead, for he could still feel the pain. Even though the flame was long gone. Death would've been easier. It wasn't the relief he got.

In a blink of an eye.

Was this death?

No. He wasn't granted the sweet release. But maybe, just maybe he'd been saved. He could only hope.

And hope he did. From behind those closed eyes, the burns cover almost all his body, and the silence of his unmoving lips, he hoped.

Maybe one day he'd see his friends again. His team.

He was not so lucky when he woke. Or at least, when he regained consciousness.

Everything was cold. The faint sounds of beeps and monitors. He had to be alive. In a hospital, even. Who had brought him here? Did he even deserve it?

Time blurred along with those memories.

A voice cut through the dark behind his eyes. He was awake, but unable to move. He didn't have the energy, even if he did he probably wouldn't want to move much.

"They call ya Roach..." An american? Really? He had to have been dreaming. This wasn't someone he knew. Was it? The voice was unfamiliar, rough.

"docs said you'd pull through, you can hear me. I think. Bless your heart.." The man sounded genuinely sad for him. Maybe it was the southern accent to his words.

The man let out a dry laugh. No humor, this wasn't a time for humor. "It's been a while since i found you. Gotta admit it's a little boring waiting for you to be better."

[End Chapter 1]

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GravesRoach Ch.9/?

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[Start]

Their safety wasn’t something Graves promised as the car sped forward. The helo wasn’t an option, with it being far too old and them not having enough fuel for the time they’d spend on it. Then again, it would have been faster to get out of there, even if they only got a few miles out.

Focus was hard to maintain, Roach kept his eyes forward, mostly. His head ached harshly, neck just as bad. The sound of whirring hums, and the occasional shout, were what was filling his head. Too loud, but not enough to keep him grounded. Being mostly unable to move added to the stressful conditions. Air forced its way into his lungs, then pushed back out. Roach hardly managed deep breaths, despite needing it. It was all too much, but there wasn’t anything he could do except focus on staying put, putting his energy into keeping himself upright.

The sound of glass shattering shocked him to movement, his neck jerking to the side in a painful way. The shards clinked as they slid down the interior of the car wall, left of Roach, so near to his head. In an instant, he was pulled down on his side by the strap of the vest. His side against the leather seating, his head almost on Graves’ lap where he’d sat.

“Fuck fuck fuck-!” Roach heard Graves shout in frustration. His neck craned up, with crackles and pops as the unused joints began to function again. And it hurt, it sent searing pain throughout him. Though not a sound fell from his lips, not that it would be heard with how loud the car had gotten. Shouts, cries, shots, orders. All spewing from all over the car, everything blending together in his head.

“This is a goddamn hit, driver faster, Lincoln!” Graves raised his voice over the chaos, settling some of his men down to get a better standpoint on what exactly to do and what was happening. But he was sure this was 100% part of a hit, to get Roach. All for merely being part of the 141, thats all Roach had to even understand why this was happening. Getting a hit put out on him felt unreal, as if everything was fabricated like a dream. He knew it wasn’t a dream because of the pains throughout his body.

A hand found it’s way to rest on Roach’s shoulder, just for a moment before it was pulled back. Graves reached a defensive position as he turned towards the back of the car, a rifle quickly pointed against the glass of the back windshield. With pained breaths, Roach forced himself to move out of the way, relying on his abdominal muscles to get him where he needed to move. At least he was sitting.

Shots echoed, blocking out the sound of shattering glass. As reinforced as the vehicle was, they didn’t have the stuff, nor money, for the stronger bulletproof glass on the market. Broken glass clattered in the trunk, making a mess of the Shadow’s items that had been put back there. This was always a risk, they knew the chances.

“Fuck! Turn right!” Graves shouted, urgency in his voice. Roach couldn’t see a thing where he was sat, he had to trust that he’d be kept safe. There had been words that were subtle promises, but that didn’t mean it would stick.

It ached and burned, but a word slipped from Roach’s lips.

“Phil…” It came out rigid, tense. As if his body didn't want to say it. Didn’t want to say anything at all. Roach’s eyes followed every movement that Graves made.

“What?” He heard Graves’ voice rip through the sounds around them. Rough and harsh, before he realized it was Roach. In a situation like this, it got hard to track who was talking, and why. “Roach, we don’t have time to talk!” He said, softer but firm.

He was right, and Roach knew that. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified. He couldn’t see, because of how he’d been moved. One of the senses he valued most. Sound was not as vibrant, he couldn’t hear much around them. Well, there wasn’t much to hear anyways. Bullets flying, glass breaking, shouting of orders and the occasional one of pain.

There wasn’t much of an out here, and that didn’t ease his fear. It was either keep going or they’d all die. Just because one man was greedy. It was the curse they had to bear for now, until the problem could be solved, or until they got far enough away that they stopped being followed.

The wheels screeched as they hit a sharp turn, then another. They were lucky the car didn’t tip over. The bumpiness of the ride now showed they were on gravel, or a dirt road at the very least. The road had gotten blocked up. A loud crash was audible, then a laugh from one of the Shadows. Roach could only assume that the crash was an enemy vehicle. If he’d saw it happen, he probably laugh too, if he could. The road only got more uneven as they went, until Roach was positive they were merely on the ground somewhere. There weren’t many rules to follow, given they were practically under attack. Even if there were, Graves didn’t seem fond of following any of the rules.

“One target down!” He heard one of the men shout. Something about that eased the steady growing knot in his stomach. But only a little, enough to wrangle air into his lungs, to fill them again. If Graves and his team were capable enough to take out armored vehicles and the men inside, they’d be fine. It was amazing to him how just the few of them could do it, with minimal wounds. He trusted Graves already, and he was starting to trust the men Graves called his team.

It took a long while to lose the people following them. Tires got popped, but not the Shadows’ ones. Precise aiming and timing was on their side. Well, one tire of their own got popped, but it didn’t stop them, though it should have. There was no time to change a tire, not here not now.

The panic waivered slowly, adrenaline taking it’s place. The terror left his veins and it allowed him to pull himself up slightly.

“Stay down, they’re aiming for your head, idiot!” Graves was quick to hiss out as he noticed the movement.

Roach did as told, but adjusted slightly, so he wasn’t going numb all over. He wasn’t sure if he could deal with that numb feeling overtaking him again. He couldn’t feel that locked in again, never again.

A bullet whizzed by, Graves hardly ducked in time. The man sucked in a breath as he returned to a firing position with renewed vigor. All Roach could hear was his movements, and heavy breaths, occasionally accompanied with grunts. Either of frustration or exhaustion. Roach couldn’t tell the difference, though either made sense for their situation. It was a lot, and so suddenly.

“Stay down!” Graves barked out, taking aim. A new magazine was loaded into the rifle, Roach could hear the subtle click of it.

Another crash was heard, then unfamiliar shouting. Not their car, it was okay for them. Well, for a while. Shots rang out, getting dangerously close to the team in the car. Even expert fire was hard to maintain while driving. The enemies followed on foot once their car couldn’t go any further due to the damages. With quite a few rounds, Graves managed to get enough of them into the hood of the enemy car. It blew up, leaving only one man standing, which another Shadow promptly took care of.

With a breath of relief, Graves sunk into the seat. One punctured tire still, it was hard to drive on rough terrain. Roach could tell Graves remained in firing position.

“Stop the car! We’re securing the last enemy one to get the hell outta here!” Graves was firm with his choice of words. They had to do this, their own car couldn’t go much longer. It was safer to abandon it.

The plan wasn’t discussed with Roach, but fear sunk in as he was left in the car while others piled out.

Trust Graves, trust graves. He has a plan.

He had to have a good plan.

It had to be for a reason, right? Roach’s mind ran a mile a minute. He needed to get out of there. Had to.

The shadows ran as soon as they’d left the car, scattering. That much was what Roach could see. The shots got quiet, silence burning in his skull.

There was a loud clank against the helmet on his head, steps drawing close.

The barrel of a gun.

[end]

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