#drifitng along

[euphoniumpets]

People you know | Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

Summary: After growing up in Keramzin and revealing to be a Grisha after being tested, you got sent into the little palace for your training and got seperated from your sister and Mal. You always hated the place and would often cause trouble along with your childhood friend, Nikolai. But as the two of you grew older, you grew apart and you got sent into the Second Army to serve General Kirigan. Now, several years when you are grown up, you got to see Alina again when she's the Sun Summoner and after learning that you couldn't trust your General, you helped her to escape the little palace and you never thought enter on a ship where you meet your long lost childhood friend.

Requested? Yes by @persephonesportal: I absolutely adored your calm before the storm series! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy Nikolai x starkov!reader piece. Where reader is Alina’s older sister but instead of growing up together, they were separated after the death of their parents. Reader met Nikolai at a young age, where they viewed each other as their first love but reader was sent away. Alina and Reader meet again and everything canon wise happens. Reader ends up reuniting with Nikolai as Sturmhond on the ship.

A/N: aww, thank you! I really hope that we got to have a third season of shadow and bone so I can still continue writing for my husband lmao and i hope that they would let us see zoya and nikolai act with each other. because they robbed us in the last episode where they was in the same scene.

Warnings: slight angst.

Growing up after your parents died and then you and Alina would be sending off to Keramzin, you never thought that you would end up being tested and finding out that you were a Grisha in the first place. You didn't knew much of your parents history before you were sent into the orphange and whenever you would try to remember their faces, they were nothing more than a distant memory.

You secretly hoped that Alina and Mal would come with you to the little palace as they would call it, but the saints wasn't with you that day. You could remember how heartbroken you was while you tried to grab your sister's hand and Mal's but it was no use as they kept drifitng apart from you.

Ever since, you had been lonely in the little palace. You never consider befriending the other Grisha's since you were an outcast. However, you and Zoya befriended each other since you had always admired her with her Grisha powers. The two of you were friends through thick and thin and you were sad when she had to leave the little palace because she was going away for the second army.

Zoya was a year older than you and you knew it was soon enough for you to join her at the second army. The last couple of years, you stayed alone, mostly kept to yourself before you had arrived at the Grand Palace to serve the Lantsov family.

You met Nikolai there however, your friendship did not last when he disappeared one day. You heard that he was going overseas and you thought that he would leave a letter to you, but all he left to you was a bitter pain of abandonment.

To avoid that feeling, you left the Grand Palace and joined the Second Army. You got to meet Zoya again and you heard a certian map maker would join too.

You walked through the camp, hoping that you would find a certian duo since you knew that they would come as a pair. And to your luck, you spotted Alina and Mal talking with each other.

''Y/N!'' You heard your sister exclaim as soon she turned around and saw your blue kefta. Grinning, you didn't hesitate to run toward her and Mal before erupting them into a hug. ''Saints, you are alive,'' Alina laughed.

''Of course I am alive, you never getting rid of me that easily, sis,'' You remarked before embracing Mal. ''They never taught you manners back at the little palace, huh?'' Mal teased you, making you roll your eyes at him. ''They could never,''

''You're not a little boy anymore,'' You commented and looked at Mal. You almost forgot how long it was since you saw them last at the Keramzin and Mal had grown since then. ''I almost forgot how long it has been since we saw each other,'' You replied.

''Yes, but now that you are here, let's catch up!'' Alina grinned before looping her arms around you.

-

Never in a million ways you thought that you would survive the Fold and see the searing burst of light that came out of your sister. It was at that moment, you knew you had to protect her, knowing that dangerous people couldn't be trusted.

The other Grisha dragged Alina away from you and Mal as you demanded to see your sister back at the little palace. Mal was worried sick, but you assured him that you would be next to by her side.

The General had been kind enough to let you and Alina stay in the same room and be together again. It had been so long and you almost forgot how it felt to have her by your side again after being apart for so long.

However, after several days with her training with the General, Alina told you that he couldn't be trusted. And to yor surpise, Baghra helped you escape the little palace. And now, several days later you had survived the attack of the General in the Fold, running away to find the amplifiers.

You and Alina had gone to the library in Novyi zem while Mal was gone and tried to find some information about the Firebird. Although while Alina tried to hide that she was the sun summoner, it did not went well when the first army came running after the three of you, leading now that the people of Novyi Zem helped you to get away from them.

You all tried to figure out a way to escape from Novyi Zem and for your luck, you saw a private ship in front of you. You, Mal, and Alina was studying the ship as you hide yourself behind some barrells.

‘’Only two ships in a harbor town? Something’s not right,’’ Mal stated.

‘’Maybe Bohdan ordered them away?’’ You replied with a frown. ‘’But the first Army doesn’t have the jurisdiction here,’’ Mal told you. 

‘’Perhaps the promise of 20 million Kruge is good enough to buy our access to the docks,’’ Alina remarked and showed the newspaper of her and Kirigian to Mal. ‘’I wish he was alive just so I could punch that face again,’’ Mal spoke. ‘’Thanks to him, the whole world sees me as a traitorous villain,’’ Alina replied as you sighed and grabbed the paper before you knuckled it down and tossed it away. 

‘’Yeah, well, they’re wrong,’’ You told her. ‘’Valiant of you, but I’m sure they printed more than one,’’ Alina said to you with a smile. ‘’Eh, whatever, it wasn’t a good use to us anyway,’’ You replied with a shrug. ‘’So, what now?’’ Alina asked and looked at you and Mal. 

‘’We find the Sea Whip,’’ You spoke, and you narrowed your eyes. ‘’Hang on,’’ You told them. ‘’That ship’s not flying any flag, it’s private,’’ You replied as Alina looked at you. 

‘’Which means, it can be chartered,’’ Alina said, and you nodded with hope. ‘’Okay, come on,’’ Alina urged and grabbed her bag. You stepped up from the ground and grabbed your bag, since you sat between Alina and Mal, you saw the corner of your eyes as Mal grabbed Alina by the cheek before kissing her lips. 

''Alright, stop kissing each other's faces and let'ts go love birds,'' You responded. Mal and Alina gave each other a look before following after you.

‘’Hey, stop, we need a charter out of here immediately,’’ You spoke as Alina and Mal trailed behind. You saw one woman and one male standing in front of you with a sword behind your back. ‘’We can pay,’’ You told them as you gestured toward Mal, who handed you a golden pin. ‘’It’s gold,’’ You told her and handed the pin to the woman. 

‘’That’ll do,’’ She shrugged her shoulders and gave the pin to the man next to her. ‘’Come on then, hurry up, I’ll take you to the captain,’’ The man spoke as you nodded, glancing at Alina and Mal before following him to the ship. 

'’Thank you,’’ You replied. 

‘’You, stop!’’ A voice spoke and the three of you turned around to see Bohdan approaching you. ‘’You want to fight, Ravka? Hey?’’ The woman commented as she brought her ax from behind. ‘’That man and that woman is a deserter of the First Army,’’ He scowled and pointed toward you and Mal. 

‘’They belong to our custody,’’ 

‘’Is that so? All right then,’’ The woman told him before she turned to the ship. ‘’Ravka wants a fight!’’ She shouted as she grabbed the other ax and the people began to show their weapons. You chuckled to yourself when you saw the reaction on Bohdan. ‘’I don’t want to escalate the fight with Shu Han,’’ He responded as he saw the male and you guessed it was the woman’s brother grabs his sword from behind and approached him. ‘’We’re not with Shu, we’re independent,’’ He commented. 

‘’Maybe save your bullets for the war, old man?’’ The woman questioned him. ‘’First Army needs to know its place,’’

-

As soon you stepped into the ship while Tolya led you to their captain, your heart almost stopped when you saw the familiar face in front of you. You never thought that you would meet him again after so many years of trying to find him but stopped since you lost hope.

Nikolai had met your gaze with wide eyes and from the moment you met him, he didn't wore his uniform but as a pirate uniform and it was then you understood he escaped from the palace. You knew Nikolai and could read him easily even that you had been torn apart form each other for so long.

You couldn't help but feel the ache in your heart when he looked at you with pleading look. No matter how angry you felt toward him, for leaving you alone, you stood silent and avoided his eyes as he kept talking with Alina.

After some arguments of not letting her go to the Fjerdans, Nikolai led you to the down below deck, as you were trying to catch some sleep for the upcoming days of finding the amplifiers. However, you couldn't sleep since you couldn't stop thinking about him.

It had been so long that you saw him and he was different. He had grown up into a man since the last time you saw him.

You walked up to the ship since you couldn't sleep and stared at the sea. You noticed that someone was walking toward you and you saw Nikolai standing next to you. ''I thought you were asleep,'' You heard him speak to you.

''I thought so too,'' You responded. ''I'm sorry,'' He said and looked at you. You scoffed slightly.

''You left me,''

''I know,''

''I know that I can't repay you for what I did...'' Nikolai stated and let out a heavy sigh. ''But I still care for you,''

''If you cared, you would've stayed or at least take me with you,'' You argued and faced him. ''But you didn't,''

''And nothing could ever repay that,'' You replied before leaving him alone at the deck, ignoring the ache in your heart.

#nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov x reader #alina starkov #shadow and bone x reader #malyen oretsev x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov x y/n #nikolai lantsov angst #nikolai lantsov fanfiction

[hi-note]

drifitng along…

#furry #furry art #anthro #furry oc #furry anthro #sfw furry #cute #cute furry #furry fandom #clean furry #stardust medley #i cant stop drawing this help #wa

[mishapen-dear]

qsmp pacrim au.

compiling some Thoughts:

mariana and slime are drift compatible. they both fucking Hate each other. yes they get along great yes they get actually married and yes they are the worst thing to ever happen to each other. as pilots they have a specific region assigned to them that they need to protect when the Code sends out smaller kaiju swarms. mariana has slipped and sent the whole ass jaeger falling onto the town and there was a whole ass horrific court case about it, but they pulled through. then slime slipped they fell on a neighbouring town while helping out quackity. and on the way back mariana again made them eat shit in their own area again. They Are Not Allowed In Jaegers Anymore

roier and jaiden are drift compatible! they dont know each other at all when they get into the program but the first time they had to face down a kaiju they fucking Kicked Its Ass. their jaeger has so Many latency issues but they work together so well it almost never matters... up until it does. something goes wrong and it just stops registering roier's input at all and they both start screaming into the drift so loudly everything just freezes up. they wouldn't have survived if their jaeger wasn't so broken. it shut down entirely, the image of an ocean sunset frozen onto their internal screen, and everything else Completely silent. the kaiju ignored them to destroy the city after that. the mission to rescue them took Several other jaegers and a full day. a lot of lives were lost. they're trying to get back into piloting but it's hard. they both watch sunsets whenever they can

roier is doing pretty well with getting back into the program- jaiden has been busy with other matters in the thunderdome (the federation has her doing some... weird tasks to research the drift/the jaegers), so they haven't been able to pilot one together again. but he and a pilot from the Favela Five really hit it off and despite some Horrors things are looking up for them !

bad is a solo pilot. his jaeger is incredibly automated and honestly does most of the work for him, which means the mental strain is FAR less severe, but people can Always count on him to be reinforcement.

quackity wants to be a pilot SO BAD. okay SO SO SO FUCKING BAD. he got a solo jaeger like bad out of pure nepotism (he is the federation's meow meow and/or spy) and he leveraged that shit to get in the Game. he managed to drift with luzu, who left. then he managed to drift with wilbur, who left. and then his zone got fucking wrecked (thanks slime) and he hasn't been allowed in a jaeger since. He was super resentful of slime for it but now he's focused his efforts on trying to somehow sneak into other jaegers and get other pilots to drift with him. it's going as well as you can imagine. no one knows how he hasn't been murdered/kicked out/thrown into the ocean yet.

philza is a retired pilot! he and his partner missa know a lot about drifitng/jaegers so missa will go on business trips to be teacher for student pilots and philza sticks around the thunderdome to make sure all the jaegers are taken care of.

the french are a specialized team that share a singular jaeger, trading off and training and testing. While the other teams were designed to take down kaiju, their jaeger is smaller, faster, and designed to kill the code's Swarm. Etoiles is the most eager for battle, but Baghera probably spends the most time on the field patrolling for attacks. She's good friends with Bad and Forever, who agree that it's really weird that the Federation's instruments can predict a kaiju attack but can never predict the code.

people keep disappearing. people keep questioning it. if they question too much then they disappear.

the federation is in charge of jaeger program. They keep bringing in new pilots and trying to take care of them! cucurucho is in charge of this specific thunderdome and there is nothing going wrong ever! :D (the kaiju are somehow the federation's fault- that's why there's so many living pilots. there's only so many attacks as to keep everyone on their toes, but not enough to overwhelm. not yet. no one knows for sure what's going on. they just know it's bad.)

The Swarm are smaller kaiju (an oxymoron) sent by something that the pilots privately refer to as the Code. the federation doesn't acknowledge the swarm beyond being an additional threat to whatever area is currently under attack, but the pilots fuckign know- the swarm targets jaegers exclusively. they're fast, they can fly, and they can hit hard. they're unpredictable and they're scary, and all current pilots can tell you a bad story about them. the french and bad are the primary reinforcements when the swarm comes about. so far they've always been quick enough, but one day... one day, maybe, they won't be.

(foolish and vegetta are Not pilots they're bastard scientists. foolish is technically in charge of living specimens but mostly he just builds them super sickass terrarium/aquariums and fudges a little on the reports when they die. vegetta does a lot of mad science that tangentially relates to all the kaiju bullshit but he's so advanced that everyone just assumes it's on the level. foolish and vegetta have to share a lab but they sleep at different times so it works out. in the centre of the lab is a secondary kaiju brain that they both refer to as their daughter and, because they're Genius idiots, they've figured out a way to use it to send each other memory messages via a partial drift. when the kaiju brain starts using these memories to interact with them and name itself leo foolish starts letting it name all his specimens (and telling it when those specimens die) and vegetta starts telling it all about his big adventures and cool science. they both love their hell daughter and tell Not A Single Soul about their weird ass evil science. (foolish tells bad. bad thinks he's joking. foolish thinks that letting this go on like it is is the funniest thing he's ever done and he is Correct))

#YES the eggs are the equivalent of jaegers here #except leo <3 #no i do not know pacrim lore beyond the first movie and i don't super want to #but i watched a half ep of that pacrim anime and the jaeger was semi-ai with a sort of personality so #take that as you will #qsmp #i started typing with only that first paragraph in mind and it just grew from there #i love me some giant monsters and robots #the power of love to punch a huge fucking robot in the face #the big kicker here is that every single one of them could be drift compatible but the federation is just Lying to them #something something enjoy the island :) #qsmp pacrim au

[afraidofchange]

a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips, for nikita 🥰

kiss meme || @bornfornothin

The pounding of the bassline thrums even out into the alleyway between the two bars where Nikita has stepped out for a smoke, Job in tow. The club’s not really her scene but the little pub tends to get overwhelmed by the time 1:00am rolls around. Hands clasp around the little flame of her silver lighter, but the wind seems to keep sputtering it out, so Job offers an extra hand to get it lit. 

Thankful, she beams a smile at him as the cherry ignites and she takes that first long drag off her cigarette before offering it to him. Back and forth they exchange that Marlboro red until it all turns to ash, leaving the butt to be stamped out under her red high heel.

“You wanna get outta here?” Job asks casually, head nodding in the direction of the street. It takes little convincing for Nikita to start walking, lightly taking his hand. Her place is closer, even though she knows she didn’t get a chance to put laundry away or do the dishes earlier, but she’s drunk enough not to care. 

Once at her apartment, Nikita shoves the key in the lock and opens up the door to her place. It’s not much but it’s a roof over her head and a bed to sleep on, which in her experience, is better than a prison cell or living right on the street. “You want something to eat?” She asks him, poring over her ‘snack’ cupboard up above the fridge for that bag of chips she’d been saving, tossing them to Job before joining him on the couch. He’s found something to watch on the TV, some kind of older movie where she only understands half of what’s going on between crunching on chips and curling up against his side, bare feet resting up on the arm of the couch.

Come the end of the movie, Nikita finds herself drifitng off. The crinkle of the bag being moved to the coffee table is the only thing that keeps her from falling asleep and she opens her eyes to look up at Job. 

“I should get goin’. It’s late.”

“No,” She says at first, pouting lightly as a hand reaches up to cup his cheek. “No, stay.” Gradually, she pulls herself to sit up next to him. Still a little buzzed, she leans over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, and that cheap lipstick still lingers enough to leave a faint stain on his skin. But, there’s a pause where her eyes look to Job’s, piercing blue to deep brown, and she decides, despite no other set precedent other than being out together, to kiss him properly, with a hand drawn up along his neck, into his thick hair. It’s nice, the taste of alcohol and the smell of cologne, and the way Job kisses her back. It’s almost hard to pull away, but she does for the sake of catching her breath. “Stay?” She says again, with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

#bornfornothin #NIKITA ANTONOVNA: IC #r: nikita x job #[ look i imagined this as like......... not a first kiss but still early on and im in love with it ] #[ that extension of trust after a night out... chef's kiss ]

[theabyssalmuses-archived]

sakinoshiro replied to your post: Me: *wants to do stuff on my other blog because i...

Mood with me trying to be on Saki more

“You’d think that this no good mun of mine would just suck it up and write, but nooooo, she doesn’t and then gets all ‘awh I wish I wrote her more uwu uwu’. Gimme a break.” 

“When our muns are low on energy, it’s us, the muses, who suffer! That’s not fair at all! I suggest we start a rebellion and rise up against them!” 

“What say you, Saki-san? Aren’t you tired of not being written to your full potential? Aren’t you tired of just sitting by and watching Gan-san’s other muses get all the attention... Don’t you just want to go apeshit?” 

“JOIN ME, AND WE CAN GAIN THE INTERACTIONS WE SO CRAVE!” 

#sakinoshiro #louise stop there's literally nothing you can do im sorry baby #now run along back to your own blog please thank you #In Character: legends of the abyss #Louise Valliere: CROSS BLOG DRIFITNG-?! #crack: the true neo chaos #god i love her so much she's so #i could talk for HOURS deadass

[distressed-bird]

hey. hey u lil shit. thank u for putting up with my shit, ily /p

And thank you for putting up with me- you are a very pleasant individual- i love you (platonically) too <3

#aurie answers #mushy stuff #what is my image? #nobody knows #all i do know is that I am drifitng along and going somewhere #charm

[esther-dot]

1 I tend to think those who will end up on a throne have looked at the world from a very high place, and these are Jon (top of the Wall)/Sansa (top of KL, Eyrie)/Bran (top of... everything, lol). The show ending was truly baffling, but it makes sense bookwise at least in part. Sansa will marry a king (in the text): king in the North, or king in the South? Imo Jon might become king of Westeros but then he'll pull a Cregan/Duncan/Aemon; or, king in the North. But "marry a king" means

part 3 didn’t make it through, anon, but thank you for these! I really love the way you think. I still haven’t formed any coherent thoughts on the endgame, but I’ll chat about it under the cut.

Well shoot. To me, that placement above everything always seemed more like god than king indicator (because I was focused on Bran as the counterpoint to Dany) but your take, that that vantage point is actually ruler foreshadowing is so interesting because while we all argue over Jon and Sansa and Arya’s ending, King Bran has been confirmed. So, looking at him, seeing what indicates his end, and then looking for echoes of it in other character’s chapters…that seems promising! I’ll definitely keep this in mind if/when I reread.

The parallels Martin creates and the playing with names seems to indicate what you suggest regarding Jon being offered the throne and choosing not to accept or abdicating. I think it was drifitng-snowflakes who mentioned that first in conjunction with a Duncan parallels (link), and a lot of us have commented on the parallels Jon has with various Aemons (@estherruth-jonsatrash mentioned some here, additional parallels with the dragonknight here, and a helpful anon and I talked about it meaning Jon rejects the crown here). I tend to think that Martin’s interest in writing the additional precanon stories is because they make the canon material weightier with the idea that the main series will have aspects of history repeating as well as the sense of history finally being corrected. So, your speculation, that Jon (a Targ) is the one who calls a great council the result of which is to remove the Targs (himself) from power and form some new method of rule, well, that would be very satisfying. And, there’s spec that Rhaegar intended to call the lords of Westeros together because he knew his father was unfit to be king, so Jon summoning them, well, it ties in there too. I’m not sure that Jon would actually be king at that point, but it seems very likely that he would have some backers but refuses to allow all those parallels to come to fruition.

As for Sansa’s fate, I’m actually partial to her becoming queen in her own right rather than by marriage. Also, to me, rejecting the kingship over Westeros has the most weight if Jon isn’t already a king. As in, maybe he refuses to honor Robb’s Will because he doesn’t want to disinherit Sansa, and maybe he doesn’t accept the crown either? It’s pretty commonly accepted that he’ll be KitN, and that may happen, but to me, so much is made of people wanting Sansa to hold the North/marrying her to get Winterfell, it seems that Jon can’t agree to take it from her and get the happy ending we want for him. I think if he goes along with Robb’s Will/accepts Winterfell and becomes KitN, exile or the Watch is his endgame. If he refuses, then I think he will get a happy ever after in Winterfell with Sansa LoW or queen. (I think she’ll be queen, but I know people differ on that.) And, since he has already refused to take it from her and he supported Alys, I think there is reason to believe he’d remain firm on this. Also, Sansa wants love, it is important for her as a character to be prioritized, vital that she knows she is loved for herself, not because of what a man can gain through a marriage with her, so her being safe and in a position of political power and then marrying Jon because she wants to would be the perfect way to end her story. I’m not saying that’s what we’ll get, that’s just my preference. There’s always been a lot of spec that Jon and Sansa marry to resolve the mess of Northern succession/Jon being revealed to be a Targaryen which obviously makes a lot of sense because so much has been done to build towards a real mess there.

I’d love to hear more of your thoughts on Bran because that’s something I’ve been wondering about a lot. Why would he accept becoming king? How is this meaningful to him? Regardless of having powers or not, I keep trying to think about how that would be written from his POV. In a lot of fiction, being a ruler is romanticized, but to me, imagining Bran and Sansa trying to pick up the pieces after the devastation to come, it just sounds like a huge burden. The idea that people who have suffered as a result of these wars will work to prevent future wars, that makes sense, and the idea that Bran who was taught justice by Ned (one of the more merciful men in the series) becomes a good and just king, that makes sense, but I just keep wondering how it would be written as an emotionally fulfilling ending for Bran/his fans? Maybe doing a read through of just his chapters would answer a lot of my questions.

Thank you for the message!

#ask dot

[electraheart2012]

SO IT CAME TO PASS AND I CAME HOME WITH FOUR WORN OIT LIMBS AND NOT ON LOVE SONG HOW PREDICTABLE THIS IS ALL YOUVE GOT YET ANOTHER SELFISH SIGNPOST TO MY RUIN OF FAULTS ALL THE DARK WORDS POURING FROM MY THROAT SOUND LIKE AN OIL SLICK COATING THE WINGS WE'VE GROWN THERE GOES A LOVE SONG DRIFITNG OUT TO SEA ID SING ALONG IF I COULD HEAR over the dark words pissing from my throat!!!! Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we've grown there goes a love song drifting out of my reach id sing along if i could see past the oil slick... there is light but theres a tunnel to crawl through there is love but its misery loves you still got hope so i think we'll be fine in these disastrous times disastrous times

#blood

[yusuke-of-valla]

give us more ryuji makoto swap!

Makoto: I never understood why people cared about their dumb kouhai until I got a dumb kouhai myself. I’ve only known Ren for a day and a half, but if anyhting happened to him, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Makoto isn’t team mom, exactly, but she will go Mama Bear if anyone hurts the other thieves

Makoto @ Goro: bitch.

Throughout Sae’s palace, Makoto mocks Sae and makes comments like “oh my gosh she’s so dramatic” “seriously, this is her design sense?” “OoooOoohhhh a dark room. So creative.” At least until Cog!Makoto shows up and actually wants to help them and Makoto is like “oh.”

After Ren’s safe, the sisters have a long talk about their relationship and agree to work through it and be better.

Also Makoto starts working to get Sae a girlfriend.

Ryuji works a bunch of part time jobs in addition to being on the student council, along with doing volunteer work as a youth coach. Stuff that looks really good on a college application, and can help him get a scholarship.

Basically if he can’t get a sport scholarship, then he’s going to work at school until he can get an academic scholarhsip.

The focus on jobs/school/clubs is partially why he started drifitng away from Ann and Shiho

Also, Ann rips into him a bit more than she did to Makoto becuase it’s personal with him. But also they work things out, reconnect, and end up with their canon relationship

Ann is the first one to notice Makoto and Ryuji making heart eyes at each other and is like “ok I’m making this happen”

Makoto only has one braincell and ends up doing things like helping Yusuke look for weeds and mushrooms in the park.

Ryuji is the team mom so he checks in on people and makes sure they’re eating and sleeping regularly and also if he has leftovers from his part-time job at a restaurant he shares with his friends.

He also figures out workout routines for them that will best complement their skills in the Metaverse.

Basically you know how canon Ryuji only has more than one braincell when Yusuke’s about to eat paint? He uses the extra braincells all the time now.

Ryuji says fuck once (Futaba’s palace) and Makoto keeps trying to get him to say it again.

Makoto is 18 and thus legally allowed to say fuck much more than canon Ryuji

#makoto/ryuji roleswap #makoto niijima #ryuji sakamoto #ryukoto #persona 5 #queuety and vice #Anonymous #alto replies

[monsieursavin]

The Devil You Know: Fane + Cari

And so the night had finally arrived. Midas Touch indeed. Fane’s black hues tracked languidly fromm the gentle bob of lanterns seemingly floating by themselves to the crowds of people, his people flocking to the Cirque. His Cirque. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, the atmosphere of the place brimming with electricity from the excitement pouring from each and every attendee and a quiet sense of anticipation that would not be quelled.

He had yet to enter and had arrived alone, no escort accompanying him tonight. Partly for his own peace of mind, not wishing to have someone jabbering on all night and ruining a moment he wished to savour and equally because there was no one of note that wouldn’t have already secured their own invitation to the grand opening. The air was tolerably humid, though by now he was accustomed to the heat of the South even in a fitted suit adorned with small momentos of his livlihood. There were some things that would never leave him, no matter what.

And so here he stood, on the precipice of a moment. There were few things that could surprise him but perhaps something would catch his attention tonight. Pulling the little key from his pocket he looked down at it thoughtfully. All it took was a cursory glance in consideration to invite one of the many onlookers to come along when something stopped his shifting gaze in its tracks. A strong tug that naturally left him inclined to turn in that particular direction instead of any other and a sensation he’d not felt in a very, very long time.

“Well, of all the people I expected to see here tonight yours was not amongst them...” Fane spoke while drifitng towards the familiar figure, understatement of the fact, but still true regardless.

@carringtonbishop

#cari 001 #the devil you know #para #noiremidastouch #closed starter

[amara-scott]

The Nymph.

part two

Movie: Twilight

Characters: Caius x Reader

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Request by Anonymous: "They met when the Volturis passed through a forest and found her distracted and talking to some animals and thought she was human, but then they saw her using her powers and impressed, asked what she was and discovered that she is a nymph and also Caius's mate and then take her to volterra, but feel free to modify the plot."

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Caius understood that I didn't want to stay. But he didn't let me go that easily. He visited me daily, even twice a day sometimes. The spot just under my favorite oak is where we meet. We had the best view of the river.

Today he said he would come before the sun would set. Now the big flaming star starts drifting down, casting the most beautiful shades around me.

But I didn't fully pay attention to them, waiting for my love. The soft sparkling sound of the water flows by my feet as I skip down the grass right next to it.

His delicate face clouds my mind and I start to worry, the sun now kissing the horizon and slowly sinking deeper.

Not once was he late. And for the rest of the night, I sit by the oak, drifting off into a deep sleep.

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I jolt up, gasping for air and glance around. I catch my breath. Not a single sign. He did not visit last night. I frown but step up, making my way through the woods.

Neither did he visit today. Or the next day.

I start to think something must be holding him up- maybe the Volturi? Or his mind wrapped around his cold heart and he realized that I was not truly what he needed. What he was seeking all his life.

I decide to leave the comfort of my home, making my way towards the still foreign city I lived in for a couple days. Many human beings wander the streets, throwing shaded eyes at me, at my bare feet. I walk steadily but not too fast. Not to draw any more attention.

The massive buidling in front of me makes me slow down, my eyes drifitng towards the side door. They wouldn't dare to step outside in the burning sun. Their skin telling stories that all the people walking here know.

I wrap my fingers around the doorhandle, pulling it open, carefully stepping inside. I glance around, my eyes searching for anything or anyone. I walk further down, towards the big hall. A huge room decorated delicately with antique furniture.

Aro sits right there, smiling when he sets his eyes upon me. "What a pleasure, you changed your mind, I hope?" He is in front of me in the split of a second, grasping my hand before I can decline. He humms, closing his eyes and I glance around the room.

"He is not here, I would have guessed he told you himself?" I furrow my eyebrows at him, my blood turning boiling hot as I clench my hand that's in his and jank it back.

"What are you talking about, Aro?" I fold my arms, looking around once more, hoping he was just tricking me.

"He took off- to a certain Cullen Clan. He only left a note for us." He hisses their name and my eyes drift down, concentrating on the stone ground. The Cullens?

"Why don't you stay-"

"-Where do they live?" I interrupt and he smirks, shaking his head.

"So eager. I don't think I know where they settled down." I raise a brow at him, looking him square into his blood eyes.

"I am supposed to believe that?" I say, trying to sound confident. But seeing Aro's expression makes me think it didn't quite work.

"Love, you could do much greater things, you were born for a purpose. I think you can find that here- if you join us, I would be happily sending out some of my people to help you find the Cullens." He smiles innocently, as if he actually meant it. I shake my head.

"I could never-"

"-they probably saw Caius coming. Alice can see the future and he was nothing but a threat to them in the past. So why wouldn't they just snap his neck as soon as he arrives?" I blink at him, ready to throw words at him that never left my mouth before. But I can't.

"Please." Leaves my dry lips instead, the desperation clear in my voice.

He sighs, a quick glance back to Marcus, who nods at him once, slowly. "Alright- we make a deal. You get your beloved Caius and once you're back- you join us. As a full member- a vampire." I huff, knowing he meant it. I didn't know what convinced me more. Seeing Caius or making sure he is actually still alive.

"Yes." I whisper and he smiles brightly, clasping his hands togehter.

"Great, let me get you help." He hurries off, throwing the back of his cloak up to walk even faster. I just stare after him, not knowing if I just made the worst mistake. A deal with the devil. I sold my soul.

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Despite my discomfort in the castle, Aro's men were quickly back, telling us where Caius must have been. They smelled him. And I was curious if it was because he was still alive. They took me and Aro gave me one last knowing glance.

I made out a house, a beautiful modern building with lots of glass. Aro's men let me go by myself, hurrying back off towards their home.

I take slow steps up and am greeted with a smiling brunette. Her short hair fraiming her beautiful face. I can't help but smile back as she opens the door.

"You must be here for Caius. Come in." She steps aside and I remember Aro telling me about a girl named Alice. That must be her. What an extraordinary gift.

"Thank you." I mumble and she guides me towards a large room. Some people sit on couches and others stand by the big window. My eyes drift to him. "Caius." I exclaim and he looks up, jumping up to catch me as I run towards him. He holds me tightly, my nose and lips pressed to the side of his neck.

"What are you doing here?" I pull back just a bit to look i to his eyes. I couldn't lie. Not to him.

"I was worried-"

"-but how did you find me?" He searches my face, tracing his thumb gently along my cheek. I hesitate, not sure how to explain. Or if I could find another reason.

"She made a deal with Aro." My head snaps to a guy, my eyes wide. I shake my head looking back at Caius.

"What?" He lets go slowly, taking a step back.

"Not a deal that would threaten anyone. A deal that would make me find you." He frowns, his beautiful features stone cold.

"What deal?" I briefly glance at the man who blurted out my thoughts and he nods at me, assuring me to tell the truth.

"In order to help me find you, I have to join you. Join the Volturi." I say, he sighs, shaking his head at me. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

"That was-"

"-stupid, I know! But what did you expect? I fell for a fool who leaves without a sign. And now I am the one you can call a fool." I whisper the last part, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing my tears back as I bite my lip.

"She has to become a vampire. Aro won't stop before he has what he wants. You know him better than any of us, Caius." Caius nods at the ground, not blinking. I wonder what he was thinking about.

"Edward, thank you for not abandoning me. Thank you all for giving me a chance." Caius says.

"Of course. We all deserve a second chance." A woman says, glancing at me while she talks. I sigh, knowing she is right.

"Please don't leave me again." I whisper and Caius frowns down at me and nods.

"I told you I will protect you. And I won't break my promise." I smile at him and he pulls me further into him, picking me up and kissing me before running off.

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part one | part two

#imagine #imagines #fanfiction #twilight imagine #twilight #caius x reader #caius imagine #volturi #caius volturi #caius #volterra #aro #marcus #twilight cullens #edward cullen #cullen clan #alice #esme #alice cullen #love

[lukebygrace]

Merc; Ethan | Surroundings

He stood there, stood tall and stout, a loose black hoodie with a set of grey slacks, a young face, unburdened by facial hair or markings, short jet black hair frayed off to the side in small spikes. A long jaw and a small nose, with a set of small lips to round it off, small, thin black brows with a set of light brown eyes. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatshirt, the adjustable string met off at an uneven balance, his brows were slightly tilted up, angled with the curse of worry. His eyes stared down to the dull floorboards, his chest lightly raising and lowering with each stalwart breath. Why was he here? He couldn’t shake it off,  it was always on his mind, fresh onto his thirties and he gave away his life like this. His head pulled up to look down to the hall, watching that front door, with the slight peek of moonlight drafting inside, the yellow rays of the kitchen light giving him just the barest of sight other than that door.

Did he really think he could save lives like this? He didn’t want to think about it, he didn’t want to go any further with this. Part of him wished he could back out, before he even started this. Before they even thought of hiring him, anything. They didn’t need to be in this whole mess. No one was a goner, right? Everyone had their chance, they didn’t have to be criminals, did they? Did he have to be? His body shivered lightly, his body giving a small jitter across his body, from his neck down to his toes, shivering himself awake, trying to pull himself away from the real questions that he needed the answers to. He pulled his head away from the door, just off to the side, to the lounge room beside him. They’ll be fine. The small TV, held up on that cardboard box sprayed it's bare amount of light across the lounge room and couch, the show paused, with a small tally. 21 minutes, it read. He shivered again, looking to the back of the couch, the faint, sole silhouette of a woman slouched over the lot of couch pillows, passed out and sleeping like a log, the quiet groan and the occasional rustle of clothes and the fabric of the couch radiated like a small crickets chirp, noticable but barely. Was she a goner? What part played in her life for her to drag her down to this level? His lips pulled tight into a grimace as he took the slow steps across the   raggedy floor boards, drifitng up to the back of the couch, hands anxiously planted on the back of the couch, looking to the TV. Was she always like this? Did she always love the TV, or does she use it to drown out everything else? His eyes perched down, to the view of her, long entangled her crept over her face like vicious vines, overgrown shrubbery, the look of despair. Did no one else see that? Did they stop for a minute and ever pay attention to the people around them? His index finger scratched against his thumb, digging against the fold of loose skin by the nail, picking at himself again in worry, his brows rose again, and a small sigh came from his eyes, his brows dragged half lidded. “Sorry, Laina…” he mumbled in a quiet whisper beneath his voice, staring at those curled strands of hair. Each of them like a small wire, a tiny little road, or path. A curled up mess of Life, every decision framed in each curled, tangled, knotty road. His eyes dropped from her hair, to her hand, hanging off the side of the couch as her thumb twitched just the slightest bit. Another breathy huff came from his mouth, looking to the bottom corner of his vision, with a slight shake to his head. He turned around, facing the lit up kitchen, leaning his lower back up against the couch backing. And what about James? Just a kid who worked through crime all his life? Was that his life, was he set that as fate? Did he choose this, is he happy? Smith even? He looked across the kitchen tiles, studying the white tiles, with black circles at each intersection of the tile line. Sam? Was she anything more than she summed herself to be, did she care about everything going around her? Did she feel any remorse for the insults she gave, if not for the killing, or the pain brought by the stitches she gave? He brought his eyes back to his feet, pointed inwards, his toes giving the slightest wiggle. Liam… What reason? Just to try it before he’s too old? Would any 50 year old be as quick to kill as he was? He sighed again, his body dragging in a slump down, shaking his head subtly, just to himself. Don’t get caught up in it.

He pushed himself off of the couch backing, and planted his foot one after the other, lightly treading across the floor boards. Step, after step, he shuffled his way down to the front door, giving an anxious look outside to the shining moonlight, watching the poor suburban houses across the road, crumbling away more and more every day. He drug his head down, and turned around, his hand pulling out of his hood pocket to grab against the wooden hand rail of the stairs. Pulling himself up each step, every thump of his feet giving that slight echo throughout the house. Perched at the top of the stairs, he looked loosely across the room in front of him, the set of wooden doors that gave each crew member a room. Save for two, anyway… Metal folding chairs placed in a small circle, a folding table in the middle, a set of cards placed amongst folders and lists. A whiteboard up against the wall, drafted with squares and lines of tasks needed from the various factions. A corkboard stabbed into, holding various different badges, berets and symbols from their enemies bodies. The walls scuffed with moved furniture, the paint fading and chipping from age. A small, dingy, 2nd kitchen held against the wall, a cheap microwave, a stained bar fridge and a simple sink, stacked with a few small dishes. A trash can too small stuffed with cans of soft drink and napkins. He drug himself past the table, hand dragging along the white plastic, feeling the scrape and marks from knives and nails, his finger creasing along a small bottle of deodorant, most likely James’s. He came to the end of the hall, just in front of those scuff marks before he leaned back against a small accent table. Somehow, they made a home out of all this.

#merc #analdrain #existential crisis #ethan #merchouse #housetour #surroundings #litreature #shortstory #creativewriting #series #on-going

[signednse]

"Some things just go better together, And probably always will Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise Sunday drives and time to kill What's the point of this old guitar If it ain't got no strings Or pouring your heart into a song That you ain't gonna sing? It's a match made up in heaven Like good ole boys and beer And me, as long as you're right here" -Luke Combs I wrote in my journal tonight, that our love is the messy hair and naps love. The guitar notes and beating heart of a drum. The humming of music and boldly real laughter. Drifitng dirt roads and never-letting-go hand holds. A come up behind you just to stand close, drive to your house at 3 am, take the long way home kind of love. Crazy dances and kisses in the rain. Second changes and driving each other insane. Its thinking of one another in the small and big things. Cowboy boots and coffee.. Love like an old bench seat in a '96 Chevy where the statement, "I dont want to be just friends forever" hung heavy. The feeling you got when get when you said you just knew you'd marry me. Its the fights and the please don't go's. The i want to do this life with you no matter where it goes. Its bowing your head to pray and church on Sundays. It is a promise ring with your name next too mine. Its our hearts pounding at a dirt track along with the thunderous whine. Its messy and tangled and "one day at a time". Learning life together, combinding ours as we go down the line. Its a continuous journey. Spent with this amazing man who sings to me in a voice that makes the mustangs in my soul still before running full throttle, dust rising from their path, and my soul at last hovers over a lake under a starry sky. Its the love like a sip of coffee first thing in the morning, opening the curtains to a storm that's warning. Its your humour and your strength sprinkled with smarts. Its the love that sets inside your heart,that makes this journey so amazing. So I guess to sum it up, Our love is like an mason jar used as a cup. Filled to the brim with sweet tea, its the love you come back too. The classic. The one you always need more of. ♡ Happy national boyfriend's day to the best there is @jarod.mason.56 ♡ I love you. https://www.instagram.com/p/CF6X5h-nCa2/?igshid=5g5nou75fg1x

[nixus-nitor]

Dead or Alive

@elegancce

Jaejoon was casually sipping his drink, some kind of wine that was definitely old and alright, but not the best the Nix would have ever tasted. Nonetheless he would compliment it among the guests, knowing they would all think it is amazing. As a 1200 plus year old Nix, he knew how to fit in with a crowd. Especially of humans.

“There, that’s him. You can do it right?” The tall buff man next to him, almost looking odd in a suit, spoke to him. In return Jaejoon just nodded, eagle eyes following the older male that moved across the floor to talk to his guests. He wasn’t the main host, but he did invest a lot of money in the party, as well as staying alive. Who knew there were still people using that magic ritual that would keep a grim reaper away. Not that it helped a lot, yu would die anyways. Just the grim reaper couldn’t get to you so it was typically way worse. The ones selling the rituals always tended to fail to mention that.

Despite his suit not being of the most expensive variety, the tall Nix was stunning, looking like a million bucks in not just his features but also in how he moved. Graceful hands took another glass of wine from a tray as an ober passed by and without further ado with a walk of air that cost him no effort he went up to a group of people. Although the Nix general had a frozen face, at once he smiled and interacted happily with them. He gave the glass of wine away, praising it and talking about its history. However, his ears were mostly focused on the conversation of the group next to him, including Park Jae-wook, the man who used ill-advised magic. From research it didn’t seem for evil or ill-intentions, simply superstition and as a way to try to protect himself and therefore his family. However, that didn’t mean the Hyun-Oh the grim reaper would allow it, nor Jaejoon who was asked to help break the magic curse. Jaewook was right about protecting himself in superstition, but not in his ways as he accidentally picked what would be described as a curse.

When the businessman then moved and left the party hall of his own hotel to go somewhere, Jaejoon also moved. He spoke under his breath in chanting and in passing he touched the male his shoulder. The spell although just simple magic, effectively had him follow Jaejoon as he pretended to be in a good conversation with him regarding business. Without any effort they came to the director his office, and Jaejoon closed the door behind them. The spell dropped, causing Jaewook to realize something was going on. Jaejoon his face also was frozen and stoic again as always, one hand casually along his side as he stood in front of the door. “My apologies to bring you here like this, however you carry a curse that i’m obliged to break.” He bowed his head politely but then focused. Although he naturally didn’t use magic, Jaejoon had learned and this time he would cast the powerfull spell that could break the barrier curse, though rather than a barrier it was isolation. Slowly drifitng people away from Jaewook in general till he would die some horrible, likely unexplainable death. He spoke louder now and raised a hand at Jaewook, who was panicking but also seemingly scared and astonished, unsure what to bealieve probably. His fist clasped and he pulled his arm to him, effectively pulling the curse out so he could destroy it without harming the human. His eyes were focused steadily as he begin the second part of the spell, hand then going up but instead of anything harsh, he made a set of graceful moves and patterns and then waved his hand. With a light wind that cause his fringe to move just a little the curse was eliminated. Jaejoon his eyes steadied on Jaewook again now. “It’s done. However, i’m afraid there is some bad news. But don’t worry, you have taken good care of your family.” With that he bowed his head, and hardly a second later the grim reaper appeared. Hyun-Oh had left the venue, waiting till he could finally get to the businessman and when the chance came, he teleported in.

Unlike Jaejoon, he was more expressive though and not as nice about it all. “It’s been a long while since i had come across that curse! Nice work, Jaejoon. You can always be counted on as expected.” A light grin was on his face. Jaejoon just bowed his head again lightly. Jaewook already seemed to be dying just from the shock, so it wasn’t much longer till Hyun-Oh finished his work, taking Jaewook his soul and transporting it. He was gone, while in front of Jaejoon now lid the lifeless body of Park Jaewook, business and family man with a great estate. Died of a heart attack. Jaejoon stepped towards him when he heard the door suddenly open behind him. His gaze turned to the one who was entering.

#elegancce #r #r: jaejoon #[[ starter so it got really long definitely no need at all to stick to it cause i know i wont haha <3 ]]