#godspeed good luck goodbye
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Yeah that’s it for me.
#Three for three lads that's enough#not sure why wanting to spend my theoretical effort on the focal point of a piece needed that sort of a response#or the passive agressiveness that followed#but hey you win! I will not paint the yearning preraphelite model as a yearning preraphelite model#I've already spent more effort on this than I could afford#godspeed good luck goodbye
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P.W.A.B. : Record #3309
Name: Slayer
Height: 185cm
Weight: 70kg
Birthday: 10/31
Bloodtype: Unanalyzable
Type: Non-Human
This subject appears to be a form of life we have no previous record of. He’s neither human nor a remodeled form of biological body, like a Gear. His genetic structure is entirely different from that of a human.
Exactly how many creatures of this species exist, and how they have been involved with human affairs is unclear.
The subject refers to himself as “Slayer” and was the founder of the Assassin’s Guild. As such, few records detailing his life and abilities exist.
Since his abilities and motivations are unknown, we have yet been able to determine a reliable method of control.
We give this individual a risk rating of S+.
Risk Rating: S+
After entrusting the Assassin’s Guild to Venom, Slayer had accomplished what he set out to do.
This time, he’s sworn to retire for good.
He has made the difficult decision to leave the world behind.
“All right, kids. It’s time for me to leave this world to you.”
VS- Millia
Slayer: …
Slayer: Excuse me.
Millia: …Can I help you? Please make it quick. I need to be somewhere.
Slayer: I know that. You’re heading to the Assassin’s Guild, right?
Millia: So what if I am? You don’t look like you’re here to stop me.
Slayer: Well… it’s quite simple, really. I wish to have a short fight with you.
Millia: It doesn’t look like I’ve got a choice…
Slayer: I’m glad to see you catch on quickly. I like smart girls.
Millia: Why thank you…
–
Slayer: Oh… How interesting.
Millia: You’re not going all out, but you’re not going easy on me either… What’s going on here?
Slayer: Oh, nothing. I just noticed your hair.
Millia: …
Slayer: The forbidden magic in your hair… I don’t think it’ll be long until it's fully released.
Millia: …So? Are you telling me to stop fighting?
Slayer: No… I’m sure you’re not fighting by choice to begin with.
Slayer: If I had to put it in words… I guess I’d say that I’m just getting sentimental in my old age.
Slayer: I wanted to remember your beauty as it is now, before your body is corrupted by that forbidden magic.
Slayer: …Would that make you mad?
Millia: …Are you hitting on me?
Slayer: Of course not. I’m not that young anymore.
Slayer: I guess I’ve gotten too involved in this world… To think… -me- getting sentimental…
Millia: I suppose…
Slayer: Well, I’ll be on my way now. There are a few other places I’d like to visit.
VS- Sol
Slayer: You’re always in a bad mood, aren’t you?
Sol: What do you want, grandpa?
Slayer: I think I’ve done quite enough in my time here on earth.
Slayer: I think it’s time I left the rest to younger people and took my turn on the bench.
Sol: …So what?
Slayer: Would you grace me with a fight, as a retirement gift? I want no regrets.
Sol: Tch…
–
Slayer: Hm… I guess that’s about it.
Sol: …
Slayer: I’ll leave the rest to you now.
Slayer: At any rate, best of luck to you. The path ahead is cruel and ruthless.
Slayer: …But your passion may change that.
Sol: Yeah, yeah, quit gloating, grandpa. Get lost.
Slayer: Yes… I bid you farewell.
/
Sol: Tch…!
Slayer: You let me down… Are you sure you’re going to be all right?
Sol: Huh…?
Slayer: I thought perhaps fellows like you would give hope to the world of the future, but perhaps I was mistaken…
Sol: What the hell are you…?
Slayer: I suppose I shall need some parting gifts…
Slayer: Goodbye and Godspeed.
VS- Ky
Slayer: First, I must investigate…
Slayer: Oh my… Excuse me, you there!
Ky: Can I help you?
Slayer: Oh… It’s nothing, really… But… Could you please let me take a look at those documents you’re carrying?
Ky: Documents?
Slayer: Indeed. The ones concerning the Post-War Administration Bureau.
Ky: That… I cannot do!
Slayer: Ah well. I suspected as much. Either way, I had intended to engage you in combat.
Ky: Wha–!?
Slayer: Here I come.
VS- Justice
Slayer: According to the documents I procured, it should be right here…
Slayer: It doesn’t appear that they have many guards…
Crow: Are you looking for something?
Slayer: Oh my… Are you the man in charge of this branch? How terribly unfortunate…
Crow: I didn’t think there were any of you left. Didn’t the rest of you guys leave?
Slayer: Hmhmhm… Well, I have my reasons. You and your ilk have become somewhat of an eyesore.
Crow: So you came here to destroy us? Are you really sure you can handle that?
Crow: Do you think I’ve just been studying your kind for the past ten years for fun?
Justice: …
Slayer: You intended to fight me with that puppet?
Crow: I wonder how long it’ll take to wipe that smirk off your face.
Justice: Target confirmed. Target species identified. Switching modes.
Justice: Modulating weapon field.
Slayer: Hm…? Hohoho, this is pretty impressive.
Crow: Wow… A field of this strength only restricts your movement? Your species is pretty impressive.
Slayer: I think that’s about enough chit-chat. What do you say we get down to brass tacks?
Crow: Justice!
Justice: Commencing annihilation.
–
Slayer: That’s it? How unfortunate. I must confess, I was hoping for somewhat more of a challenge.
Crow: Boy oh boy… I knew she wasn’t operating at peak efficiency, but I never thought the gap would be this big…
Slayer: You were a fine doctor… but I’m afraid that, as a scientist, you’re barely third-rate.
Crow: Third-rate is fine by me, old man. There are some things that only a third-rate scientist can see in this world.
Slayer: Oh-ho! Sounds like someone’s a little bitter! And on that note…
Crow: Ah… So hasty.
Crow: You didn’t have to do that. I was going to destroy this facility anyway.
Slayer: Oh, I was perfectly aware of that. Indeed, your intentions motivated my actions.
Slayer: I can’t have you saying “I just pushed the self-destruct button” later on now, can I?
Crow: Ugh…
Slayer: Aren’t you going to run? Although I do suppose running away now would make you something of a loser.
Crow: This is why I hate old people. You always have to lecture everyone like you can see right through us.
Slayer: …And it appears that he’s left.
VS- Faust
Slayer: Now, then…
Faust: … So it was you?
Slayer: Oh, I’m sorry… Have I stolen your victory?
Faust: No… I don't mind at all. I never thought I’d see you out and about though.
Slayer: Well, I’m not a cold-hearted man… Just a vampire.
Faust: Indeed…
Slayer: Well, you missed out on the hunt, but perhaps you’ll be satisfied by a battle with me instead. What do you say?
Faust: Very well.
VS- I-No
Slayer: Next is… Of course.
I-No: Eeehh?
Slayer: It has been too long, Mademoiselle.
I-No: If you think you’re going to suck anything out of me, you got another thing coming, asshole! Now piss off, grandpa!
Slayer: My goodness, what a dirty mouth. I’m afraid that simply won’t do, young lady.
I-No: Tch… I guess you’re senile too, huh? PISS. OFF.
Slayer: You haven’t exactly acted in accordance with That Man’s wishes, have you?
Slayer: It would be wise to settle down for a while. He won’t stay quiet for long.
I-No: God, don’t you ever shut up!? What's the matter with you? Lose your dentures again? Whatever. If you don’t get out of here, I’ll burn you alive!
Slayer: Ho ho ho! How interesting. I must say, I would dearly love to see you try.
I-No: You’re a pain in the ass, old man.. And not the kind I like. But if you’re gonna force yourself on me...!
VS- Anji
I-No: If you keep pounding me like that, you’re gonna make ME senile!
Slayer: …So you flee!? Ah well, I suppose there’s nothing for it.
Anji: Ah man… You let her get away.
Slayer: Hm? Were you chasing her?
Anji: Kind of… Boy… Just when I thought I caught up, too.
Slayer: Is that so… I must say, I’m terribly sorry. By the way…
Slayer: How is That Man doing?
Anji: …So you know everything, huh?
Anji: Is he well? I’m not really sure. I don’t even know what he’s thinking.
Slayer: Hmm. As well you should not. The world can ill afford another man like him.
Anji: Oh well… Chasing her really got my adrenaline going through… I gotta work it out somehow… What do you say…?
Slayer: Hm… Very well. I’ll consider it a parting gift.
–
Anji: Retirement, huh? The way you fight, I find it hard to believe you’re actually leaving.
Anji: Are you really gonna be satisfied with the boring life of retirement?
Slayer: …
- I don’t want much anymore…
Slayer: There's not much I want anymore... Not even in this world...
Anji: Hmm... Is that really how it is?
Slayer: I doubt we will meet again. Farewell.
/
- My blood still boils.
Slayer: My blood still boils… That is indeed true.
Anji: See what I mean? You shouldn’t do things that don’t suit you.
Anji: Forget retiring. You look so much better when you're fighting.
Slayer: …
VS- Jam
Jam: Ah, you there, Mr. CEO!
Slayer: Are you referring to me…?
Jam: Yup. We just remodeled our store, and I’d love it if you’d stop by.
Slayer: Congratulations. Unfortunately, eating is unnecessary for one such as I.
Jam: You’re a bad liar, mister! Just come in! I’m not going to hurt you.
Slayer: Goodness, what a pushy saleswoman…
Slayer: In that case, it appears I have little recourse.
VS- Zappa
Slayer: Now, next is…
Zappa: OOH… OOOOOHH!
Slayer: What’s this? A spirit?
Zappa: CURSE YOU!
Slayer: So you must rely on a medium to remain in this world?
Slayer: Perhaps… you are not that much different than me.
Slayer: What do you say? Would you care to be my traveling companion?
Zappa: UWAAAAH?
Zappa: AAIIIIIIEEEEEE!
Slayer: Is that so? What a shame…
VS- Axl
Slayer: (I thought he would’ve made a good comrade.)
Slayer: Oh my… But a moment of your time, good sir.
Axl: Sure. What’s up? There something I can help you with?
Slayer: I recently made the difficult, but necessary, decision to sever my connections to the outside world.
Axl: Whoa…
Slayer: So if I might trouble you… Do you think you could do this old man the honor of a match?
Axl: I’m not really sure what you mean… but if you want, sure.
Slayer: I am in your debt, sir. Shall we begin?
Axl: Yeah!
VS- ABA
Slayer: Hm… just a few more people to see.
ABA: Ah…
Slayer: Oh…? Well, well…
Slayer: If it isn’t the homunculus. Are things going well with that demon ax?
ABA: U-Uhh…
Slayer: What’s the matter? I’m not taking him from you.
ABA: Liar!
ABA: Dear… let’s kill him. He’s trying to separate us.
Paracelsus: …No, no. no. That’s not true at all. He is a very peaceful person.
Slayer: You are, without a doubt, the oddest couple I’ve ever laid eyes on. But if you fancy a match, I’ll oblige.
–
Slayer: Oh? You want to give a body to that demon ax?
ABA: Yeah.
Slayer: If that’s the case, you should seek the Post-War Administration Bureau’s aid.
Slayer: They may be able to assist you in that endeavor.
ABA: …Are you lying again?
Slayer: I’m not lying, but I doubt you’ll get anywhere just walking in through the front door.
Slayer: You’ll have to sneak–
Slayer: –in. What an impatient young woman.
VS- Venom
Venom: …
Slayer: Oh? Looking for something?
Venom: I suggest you stay out of my sight.
Slayer: Oh my. I had no idea I was so reviled.
Venom: …State your business.
Slayer: Truth be told, I’ve been giving some thought to retiring. For good, this time.
Slayer: I was hoping you might do me the honor of a fight, as a parting gift of sorts.
Venom: Retire? Hmph… I have no idea how serious you are…
Venom: …But I can’t refuse a request from the founder of the Guild.
Slayer: A thousand thanks. Let’s get started.
Path 1
Slayer: Your skills have improved. You must feel at home in the Guild.
Venom: You don’t mean that.
Slayer: No, no… People call me an honest man. Is it so difficult for you to be happy?
Venom: …
Slayer: Oh yes.. I would do well to warn you…
Slayer: You must be wary that you don’t get too… attached… to her.
Venom: You mean Millia? Why would you tell me that?
Slayer: History is full of men who destroyed themselves in pursuit of a woman. “The face that launched a thousand ships,” et cetera, et cetera…
Slayer: Be careful. No matter what you think, you are no exception, my friend.
Venom: That’s ridiculous.
VS- Potemkin
Slayer: You are the finisher, after all.
Potemkin: What are you talking about? The president’s busy right now. That means no visitors.
Slayer: Don’t worry about it. Truth be told, I’m here to see you.
Potemkin: Me?
Slayer: I’ve decided to retire, but I wanted to have a look at my successors before I disappear.
Slayer: Gabriel is no longer young… Soon the world will be in those rather large hands of yours.
Potemkin: You speak highly of me, but I’ll be glad to fight you.
Slayer: Let’s see how much Gabriel has taught you, eh?
Potemkin: Prepare yourself.
–
Slayer: Hm… Ah yes, the strength and vigor of youth.
Potemkin: You mentioned retirement…?
Slayer: Please give Gabriel my regards. I doubt we’ll ever meet again.
Potemkin: Never meet again? Where are you going?
Slayer: Away. I must return to the world where beings such as myself were meant to live in.
Slayer: Once I leave, I cannot return to this world. The others of my kind have long since departed.
Slayer: I am the last. I suppose I was more attached to this world than anyone else.
Slayer: Farewell, young man. I have no regrets. I leave the world in your large, capable hands.
Potemkin: …Be well.
Slayer: Hmhm… A salute, eh? That rather stings…
Slayer: Now then… Shall we be on our way, Sharon?
Slayer: In my own land… I remember a cannon… With white stripes…
Slayer: No, that’s not right.
Slayer: I guess I’ve gotten rusty… I haven’t written a haiku in ages.
Slayer: I can finally enjoy my tea and read my haiku in peace.
Slayer: Ah, the life of refined extravagance.
Slayer: Truly, this is Shangri-la.
Slayer: Wouldn’t you agree, Sharon?
Slayer: Besides, if I ever get bored… There will be plenty of people to fight.
Slayer: After all, my brethren will be everywhere… and I’m sure many of them will be spoiling for a fight.
Path 2
Slayer: Is that it? I must confess, I fear for the Guild's future.
Venom: Then what will you do? Take it from me?
Slayer: No... I'm not interested in the Assassin's Guild.
Slayer: But...founding a new organization might be...fun.
Venom: What...!?
Slayer: Here I was ready to retire... But now you've set my blood to boiling!
Slayer: Please do excuse me.
Slayer: There are preparations to be made!
VS- Baiken
Slayer: (Perhaps I still can’t abandon the fight…)
Slayer: …Hm?
Baiken: …
Slayer: Are you looking for something?
Baiken: You…
Slayer: Don’t be so tense… I’m not your enemy.
Baiken: That’s easy for you to say, but something about looking at you just makes me feel like I gotta put my sword through you…
Slayer: Hmhmhm… I do believe I’ll take that as a compliment.
Slayer: But in that case, why don’t we go ahead and give your sword a chance to get what it wants?
–
Slayer: It would seem that I owe you my thanks.
Baiken: Huh?
Slayer: Seeing you fight made me understand that I’m not quite ready to give this up. Not yet.
Baiken: Is that so? Then congrats.
Slayer: Before I do, I think I’d like to form some sort of… league… or a guild, perhaps… Care to join me?
Baiken: …Guild? Assassin’s something or other?
Slayer: No, no. None of that scheming or political rubbish. Just fighting. A sort of fight… club.
Baiken: Hmm… So what do we fight?
Slayer: An excellent question, my dear. To begin with, might I suggest the Post-War Administration Bureau?
Baiken: Hah! I’d like that…
Baiken: Shut up, guys! It’s time for our leader to make a speech!
Fight Club Member: What? We’ve got a leader?
Slayer: Ahh… *ahem*
Slayer: This is the first time that I have spoken in front of you.
Slayer: I am Slayer, your leader.
Slayer: To the honorable people who have gathered here, I wish to make it clear that we are not assassins.
Slayer: Nor are we mercenaries… War? How unrefined.
Slayer: Then you may ask, what is our purpose?
Slayer: It is fighting! We are fighters, and this is a league of fighters!
Fight Club Member: F-Fighting?
Slayer: Our skills go to the highest bidder. We need neither guns nor bombs- our bodies are weapons!
Baiken: heh heh heh… My blood is boiling!
Slayer: Prepare yourselves! Our first opponent is the P.W.A.B. and they will not go gently into that good night!
Slayer: But we shall triumph, my friends! And do you know why? Because we have the drive and purpose they do not!
Slayer: How could we possibly lose to fools who live their lives in the darkness!
Fight Club Member: Hehehe… There’s no way we can lose… Let’s go!
Slayer: Oh, if it isn’t the deputy director. You seem to be enjoying yourself.
Baiken: Of course. Fighting is fun. Don’t you agree?
Slayer: But of course, my dear woman. Now, to battle! May the day we fight our last never come!
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Lighthouse Keeper AU sounds fascinating but I would also not be adverse to a Historical or a Neighbors AU (couple or characters of your choice)
COUPLE OR CHARACTERS OF MY CHOICE HMMM so my first thought is Lighthouse+Historical MSR AU bc anyway in canon Scully is the daughter of a Navy captain so like, logical conclusion there. this just makes sense to me shdjdbsjdbd
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1.
A ship's lights come into view at dusk on the stormiest night of the year so far and Fox Mulder, recently appointed lighthouse keeper, thinks just their luck. It looks like a Navy vessel, and maybe that means they have a better chance of making it through to the port than most. He keeps the lamp lit and and eye out and the light from the ship stays strong. The light from the stars once the clouds clear does, too.
2.
The next day in town he spots a flash of red hair and clothes that are clearly not civilian, and curiosity gets the better of him. The woman, barely taller than five feet and wearing a determined frown, doesn't even notice as he approaches. "You must be the Navy captain," he teases, then feels a little bad when she jumps in surprise. To her credit, she has a good sense of humor about it and laughs, shaking her head.
"That would be my father," she says. "I'm the ship's doctor."
"Ah," he says. "I saw you come in last night." He says nothing about his concerns they wouldn't make it; he's seen too many good ships break up.
"Dr. Dana Scully," she offers, along with her hand to shake. "If you live here, do you know where I might get some medical supplies? I'm afraid I'm a bit lost."
"Fox Mulder. Come on, I'll show you."
3.
"You're the lighthouse keeper, then?" Scully asks, shooting a glance over at him with blue eyes full of curiosity.
"Since the last guy retired. None of the intelligence agencies wanted me, but they did here. Someone who knew my father put me onto it."
"Intelligence?"
He shrugs. "Mysteries, Dr. Scully," he says with a smirk, and doesn't mention his lost sister. "There's more to the universe than what we can see."
"Such as?"
Usually, he wouldn't offer up this much information, let alone to a stranger. But she seems genuinely curious and he's more than a bit charmed by her already, so he just smiles. "Extraterrestrial life."
4.
He isn't surprised at her appalled expression and disbelief, nearly a clinical level of skepticism that he really should have expected from a medical doctor, but she engages with the unorthodox topic as she goes about gathering supplies, and for all her reasoning against his hopeful logic, her arguments seem to be in good faith.
Like any good scientific mind, Scully requires proof. Like any reasonable man, Mulder is already half in love with her. Before she leaves asks when the ship will be departing, she says first thing in the morning, at dawn. She thanks him for his help and he tells her goodnight and they both try not to be very disappointed when they part ways.
5.
Mulder spends the night lying on his back on the lighthouse balcony, staring up at the stars in the clear night sky. He leaves as soon as the sun breaches the horizon, as soon as he can excuse abandoning his post. The port is quiet, the only activity the crew of the Navy vessel he knows Scully will be on. He spots her, flare-red hair frizzing a little in the damp early morning breeze, and she turns around to see him with a look of surprise and a small smile.
"Can I see you again," he asks, against all logic, and Scully laughs. She watches him, wondering, looks over her shoulder and then takes his hand. He stares down at it, her soft hand small in his, and then at her.
"I'll make an excuse," she assures him. "To stop by this port again." And then someone shouts her name and she squeezes his hand again before letting go. "Goodbye, Mulder."
He mock-salutes her, smiling lopsided as she leaves. "Godspeed, Scully."
AU prompts
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I think this is goodbye. I haven't exactly been super consistent over the past year, but I suppose this is the official goodbye. Sorry if it's sudden, but I would rather an official goodbye than just disappearing one day. Maybe every now and then I'll pop back to say hello, but for now my lovely victim, farewell
Fellas, it's the end of an era
Godspeed and good luck murder anon
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Who Lies at the End of the Summer 7.23.22
“Hello Hello”
Every hello
Must eventually be met with
Goodbye
In short, may god be with you
Godspeed, good luck, and fair winds
How much is left to fortune?
To fate?
Are we left, as babes
Upon a crossroad
Tugged and tossed by trade-winds
Shaken by the breeze, the seas,
And the unsteady soil
So too we must part,
At the crossroads
Whether it is your front door,
Eyelids lain to sleep,
One step too many
Or too few
Every goodbye
Was once met with a hello
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Futura Free a.k.a. i am ashes when i once was a fire, april 2024.
read this first, for more context
ini bakal jadi revelation yang hit or miss buat aku sepanjang hidupku, ajggg. but i took my risks.
kalau misalnya 'itu' ga ditujukan ke aku, oke, ternyata selama ini aku salah dan terlalu berharap lebih. kamu ga perlu baca tulisan di bawah ini. isinya tolol. gatau ngapain aku nulis gini. im literally fucking lost lol.
kalau misalnya 'itu' ditujukan ke aku, ya maaf. aku ga terima karena kamu salah.
sekali lagi, ga usah baca tulisan di bawah ini kalau 'itu' bukan ditujukan buat aku.
kamu udah baca yang kukirim ke kamu? file .pdf yang udah direvisi bolak-balik dan gobloknya aku hapus-kirim ulang lagi ke kamu? terus kuhapus karena aku ngerasa aku udah tahu "jawabanmu". sampai akhirnya aku desperate buat ngasi tau ke seluruh dunia, biar "surat" itu setidaknya nyampe ke kamu?
i wrote it "for your eyes only" and my initial concensus, so far, you hadn't read it. your actions just didn't made sense to me at all.
kalau kamu udah baca, dan reaksimu "gitu", it's already over for my dreams and hopes. you never wanted me in the first place. tapi, masih aneh sih buat aku, karena aku ngerasa 'itu' tertuju buat aku.
"itu" disini adalah repost VT muncul di feed-ku (tiktok ajg, thank you tiktok lol) yang bilang kalau cowo serius gak bakal ngebingungin kamu karena mereka orangnya logis.
bagi kamu, itu semua berlalu dalam waktu cuman seminggu doang, tapi buat aku, udah setahun. bahkan dari awal 2022, aku udah "nunggu". nunggu buat ngeyakinin hati-bego yang masih banyak luka traumanya ini dikasinya ke siapa, dan setelah nunggu selama itu, maunya itu kamu, di tahun 2023. sambil nunggu, narik-ulur perasaanku lagi juga tahun itu because you-know-why.
kalau ngeliat jejak twitter itu 10 april 2023, udah dari pertengahan semester. dan kalau ngeliat google keeps, ternyata aku udah suka sama kamu lebih lama dari itu, possibly maret, karena di catatan di tgl 28-nya aja, aku udah ngomel-ngomel karena cemburu sama anak entre-mu itu. blok.
"that" VT was made for you, by the way. that was supposed to be my "Godspeed" track. and that .pdf letter file was supposed to be my "Futura Free".
"Godspeed" is a goodbye and a good luck prayer for you, karena kesimpulanku, aku sama kamu masih se-awkward yang kutulis di letter - and the idea of us being together is not going to happen. juga, karena kamu kayaknya notice sama itu "semua" (well, you know what I mean with the Z and R things), aku mau buat balik lagi ke kamu. balik lagi buat suka, berharap, nulisin semua rencanaku lagi kita bakal ngapain aja, dan last but not least, sayang sama kamu. walaupun dengan ketakutan-bodonya itu, tetap kulakuin dari jauh juga. dengan perantara, dengan teman-teman. untuk pertama kalinya, aku mau open soal orang yang aku suka ke semua orang, ke Mama, bahkan ke Tuhan juga, because I wanted us to work out so badly.
that's how serious of how I wanted to be with you.
kesimpulanku yang selanjutnya, kamu juga gak tahu kalau itu semua ditujukan ke kamu.
hari Minggu (7/4/24), hari dimana aku ngasi ke kue kamu, ya, aku marah. alasannya udah kutulis di letter, beberapa di Z juga. alasan kenapa aku bisa se-marah dan se-fragile itu. sampai sekarang, aku nyesel karena gak pernah tahu pesan apa yang kamu kirim di balik "typing.." terakhirmu itu. nyesel karena udah jadi orang yang temperamental dan ga pernah mikir dua kali about the consequences. aku nyesel karena udah ngomong goodbye, kedua kalinya ke kamu.
ini perasaan yang gamau aku tinggalin sama sekali sebenarnya, tapi kalau ternyata aku cuman opsi, mainan, and you just never wanted me in the first place, ya aku mundur. aku gapapa kamu dry-text-in, karena aku paham kamu habis pisah. aku rela nunggu selama apapun itu, jadi punching bag-mu juga gapapa, apa aja. no matter what the outcomes are, ill be fine and ill be loving you still 100%. but not as a something to play and compete with against each other. if you dont want it, please just let me fucking know.
ingat ya, kalau kamu baca letterku, kita punya pengalaman pisah yang "sama".
sementara "Futura Free", i felt like i got nothing to lose, gak ada hal yang bisa bikin ini semua make sense, tanpa aku bikin dan ngirim letter itu. aku tahu sama konsekuensi yang bakal aku dapetin, termasuk "reaksi" kamu di kampus selama se-minggu ini. aku bisa aja ngomong langsung, minta maaf ke kamu. tapi aku gak tahu kalau kamu udah baca itu semua apa engga, jadi sekarang, aku masih berharap kalau kamu belum baca dan.. mau maafin aku.
just please give me the signs because im a dumb-dummy fuck.
aku ini ambivert, ya. bisa banget extrovert (nunggu mood), tapi kali ini, aku introvert banget ke kamu, karena emang dasarannya pemalu kalau suka sama orang, hehe. i wanted us to work perfectly, termasuk di proses aku deketin kamu. pertama kalinya, aku harus "belajar" dan nanyain ke semua orang aku harus kayak gimana ke orang yang kusukain, bla bla bla. sampai akhirnya, gini ya, i used to be someone else, that shit is so uncomfortable i couldnt help it until i cried about it (cried of not knowing how to talk to you), in the end, i think im just gonna be me. thats why i could wrote the letter, or even texted everybody else in that texting-style (??? lol i dont really know why i addressed this thing) because im THAT kind of person. i genuinely felt excited-hyperenergetic for everybody else, im just not a judgmental person, i will be happy to "serve" people whenever they need me.
but in this case, i need you. i want you. i only want you. and im THAT excited for you when we're texting (TANYA AJA KE SEMUA TEMENKU). i could do it carefully and carelessly at the same. i would love to annoy and tease you everyday, because you made me "me". literally, my best version of me. the old "me" that i misses so bad. not the bad, temperamental, traumatic ass me.
so, that's "Futura Free" for you. i just do not have anything to hide anymore. it's a thank you letter. an apology. a long-story short journey. a hope, a honest-to-God confession, a prayer too. and this time, not a goodbye letter.
i want you in my life. i want us to be together. i like you and i love you that much. i care about you, you just dont even get it of how much i adored you since the first day i ever saw you in person (i tried to lie to myself that i like you).
but please, if you don't want it, just let me know so i can leave you, peacefully. slowly. fairly, at least for me.
i am ashes when once i was fire. you just dont know how happy i am that we can finally talk to each other, virtually, apalagi kalau ngeliat matamu, facial features yang cantik banget, itu semua secara lansung. aku ngerasa kita selalu punya timing yang jelek. kayak anjinglah, i AM ready to fall and break in love for you. you are a gun, i like you by my side at all times, you keep me safe for being me.
just give me your answers. i only need your confirmation about how you feel. it's all too sudden for you and i know that. i just cannot keep everything as a secret for too long, because.. i want you.
you're gonna be my last,
the "first-and-the-only-one".. wifey. hehe.
i hope it all reaches out to you. gatau caranya gimana, but somehow i kinda trusted the universe on this. i couldve send it to you directly, but its hurting to see how you ignored my last texts (i get it, im so sorry for being an asshole on that Sunday) because with everything that has happened on that Sunday and because of how put so much on THAT one letter alone. jadi ya akhirnya aku pakai harapan, buat ini sampe ke kamu.
anyway, you need to read "for your eyes only" for more contexts. that's the clearest thing, unfiltered version of me that i ever given to you, tulisan ini juga termasuk 'itu" juga.
i will wait for you patiently, with your answers. i hope you understand me as a person and i could get you too in the same way, even though i felt like i kinda understand you.
i just hope that i didn't ran out of time, to make everything sense and not so confusing for you anymore.
-aldo >. ams. 24-25th of April, 24.
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I am a collage of everyone I've ever told "I love you" and then some. All a person is is who they've been near. I love myself because I love the people who have shaped me. I never say goodbye because I'll see you in my reflection later. Every memory, sweet or bitter, is something I'll keep forever in my heart long after I've forgotten. Anytime I hear a song you liked, I feel overtaken by you. All I want is to be possessed with someone else, because I wouldn't be Jax without anyone.
I had a good friend today say that he doesn't want to be a part of our friend group today. It was sad to hear, but I can't say I blame him. He just wants to figure out who he is and what he wants and I guess we weren't part of that. But he was honest and kind about it. I'll never be upset about that. I'll miss him so much, but I'll never be without him. To you, my friend, who will never see this, godspeed.
And I would say it a dozen times more.
And I would wish you luck a hundred different ways.
And I could say I love you a thousand times,
But we've given each other a piece of ourselves. And that's greater than best wishes or words.
To you, my friend, the moon and stars. Godspeed
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agent SHIN DOHYUN has volunteered as a MEDIC in division four. they are 26 years old and resemble CHA EUNWOO of the good ol’ days. think they used to be a MEDICAL STUDENT back then, too. pity those days are over now. they’re a little SENTIMENTAL, but with their TENACITY, they’re sure to make a fine addition to the unit. good luck and godspeed, soldier.
( pre-outbreak )
they were an average family, a happy family. it was picture perfect until doyeon was diagnosed with leukaemia and none of them were a match. hence doseok was born as a solution, a last resort. except when that fell through too, all that was left was resentment and guilt and unprocessed grief that took the family apart.
for his parents : it was erasing doyeon’s existence completely. new neighbourhood, new schools, new family portraits. denial, denial, denial. except they were drowning under the weight of losing a child, so much so that they let grief consume them entirely.
for doseok : it was living a lie — never understanding why his parents were so distant, why it didn’t seem like he mattered. it started as tiny acts of rebellion that eventually snowballed into an endless chase for that adrenaline rush and the sprinkle of attention that he’d receive with every injury.
for dohyun : it was years of nursing doseok’s wounds and involuntarily feeding him the same lie under the guise of protecting him. a small part of him was afraid that the truth would tear them apart; or perhaps he wanted the blissful ignorance that doseok had.
( post-outbreak )
a blessing in disguise : he was in the midst of an awkward family lunch when chaos hit. there was no official announcement, just someone screaming to run. flock mentality had everyone scrambling towards the few exits and the bottle-neck situation only brewed anxiety and fear.
the crowds were ushered towards the nearest quarantine zone. in this state of nation-wide crisis, societal constructs were promptly demolished, leaving room for new systems to take form and control. dohyun’s priority : to stay where his parents would be safest.
except safety was an illusion at best, a crowd herding ploy. new priorities were drawn by the ones in power, responsibilities shed. it felt like they were being circled in, and all they could do was wait in darkness and uncertainty.
leaving was a difficult decision. except the last thing he wanted to do was to wait and watch his parents ( or anyone else ) die because antibiotics were rationed amongst the rich. he had one chance to sneak out of the camp with a small group and he took it. that was the last time he’d seen his parents.
as it turned out, survival instincts were learnt. as his company changed over and over, he remembered every goodbye, every name. and it didn’t get easier.
by some miraculous stroke of luck, fireflies found him : almost entirely buried under debris, slipping in and out of consciousness when his throat started to close up. the last thing he remembered was the feel of metal against fingers — the medallion clutched tightly in his hand. please.
hope is a double-edged sword, but there’s a quiet strength to it that keeps him going and alive as he eases into the newfound sanctuary.
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People come and go for good and better.
When familiar people go we tend to cling to the melancholy that this or that particular people will not be around anymore, that things will not be the same, you will not meet them at that particular place, you will not find them in that particular moment anymore. We wish them goodbyes and good luck but deep down you know that you wish they never left, thus for good and better they go to reach their dream, to find their happiness.
The feeling of being stuck is sucks, your friends leave and you feel being left behind, it will bother you for maybe weeks, months and even years. You will question the very purpose you had, you argue the dream you shared with them and feel despair, you felt lost in the way of the pursuit of your own happiness. But as much as a journey of finding happiness itself, you have to know that for you to be able to feel that way it proof that the connection that you build, the moments you cherish with them are all real, well spent and not taken for granted.
You send your last goodbye and realize that it's not only about you, You wish them godspeed and glory for your love for them are real and then find yourself again well and ready for whats ahead.
Godspeed.
For this love will keep us through blinding of the eyes, silence in the ears, darkness of the mind.
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Harvest is underway 🌾
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FYI for writers out there
I started filling (working on filling) requests today and tried typing in an atypical font (not comic sans, but you do you). Drabble number one is sitting at 900 words and not a word of dialogue has yet been written. Long story short, my FYI is this: try switching up your font! Tried and true, it works wonders!
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I have a helix on each ear -- one from March 2021 and a double helix from July 2021. I got my nips done 2/22/22. Thus far my nips have been SOOO much easier to heal than my helixes. I had to pull one helix out from my double helix set bc they just...wouldn't settle. The one I got in March is still healing, whereas the one I got in July is totally chill. You'd think Helixes would be super easy to heal, since they're just on the flat bits of your cartilage and only go through one layer. But nah. They're hella temperamental. Especially if you're still in the "gotta take my mask off s l o w l y to not even fucking graze this hoe" phase. Best thing for mine was when I down sized I went to Neometal threadless labrets. The backs are bigger than my og labrets were so my ear didn't try to eat the backs when they were swollen. Godspeed and good luck healing. RIP in peace to your bf's tragus.
my ear isn't eating the back of my labret but it IS eating the front which is like. oh. okay. goodbye.
i have an unrelated doctor's appointment on monday anyway so if lucas does think it's slightly infected (i don't think so? but i do have swollen lymph nodes today so maybe) i can grab some antibiotics then
#caught my rook on shit all the damn time somehow and it didn't care#knock a helix once and get an ear the size of russia
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It’s been months since the Ryan Haywood thing. In a way. Part of me misses him because that’s the AH I’ve known and interacted with. After everything though. I can’t watch AH content at all now. After seeing how people treated those who went through it. After reading all the stories. AH is no longer something I think of positively. The community has marred it. I wish everyone all the best but after what happened, I couldn’t stay.
hoo boy.
ryan is not achievement hunter. he never has been, and he certainly never will be. you never knew him. from what the community has learned, no one did. he purposefully presented an idealized version of himself. he used to be a part of achievement hunter, but that’s all he ever was: one part. his words, his actions, and his ultimate downfall are all on him, and no one else but him. achievement hunter is so much better without ryan.
the community is also not achievement hunter. those who harassed the people that went through everything should be ashamed of themselves. that’s all on them. they shouldn’t call themselves community members because that’s not a community fucking does. the community that i know and love have been supporting the victims since day 1, and continue to do so to this day.
achievement hunter and its community are two separate things, but they care for and work with each other. that’s how we thrive, despite everything. it’s a shame that the community that you think of marred your vision of achievement hunter, but i know there’s nothing i can do to change your mind.
goodbye, good luck, and godspeed.
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kiss prompt - no rain, no flowers
[so, a couple things. one, despite rain and flowers in the title, there is neither rain nor flowers in this fic. i just thought it was cute. two, luka is Dumb here and never figured out lb=marinette, for Plot Purposes. requested by @thethirdwheelfriend: Do you write angsty prompts? If so, how about a life or death kiss by the river right before Ladybug has to leave Luka and go fight Hawkmoth one last time without knowing if she'll come back? which is basically the summary.]
#4 place: by the river; reason: life or death
ao3
Oh. Interesting. “So… you’re Ladybug. You, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, artist, baker, fashion designer, class president, Jagged Stone’s personal designer, roller derby captain, are Paris’ most famous crime-stopping, akuma-beating superhero? You?”
“Uh, yeah. Pretty much.”
“Wow.”
“Are you surprised? Upscared? Uh, I mean, upset? Or scared?”
“I mean, no, not really. It makes sense, honestly. Only Paris’ most fearsome girl could be Ladybug. I just- I don’t really know. That’s a lot.”
She was just standing there in that awkward please-don’t-hate-me Marinette Original stance as he begged his brain to catch up and say something to stop her worrying mind.
He took a sharp inhale, about to ask How the hell did that happen? or maybe why are you telling me? what’s it like? do you actually know how to spin a yo-yo? how does your Lucky Charm work? where does your power come from? how do you possibly balance all of that on top of being Paris’ top crime and Akuma stopper? when his phone buzzed. And then hers. The TV blared a Breaking Report below deck.
Hawkmoth Spotted with Strange New Akuma? What could be happening that they classify an Akuma as strange?
Then he pulled up the photo attached to the alert. Hawkmoth and a blue, vaguely humanoid-shape… with tentacles? That’s definitely new, but not exactly something Luka thought note-worthy after rock giants, shape-shifters, and a straight-up mermaid. The Akuma still scared him, aside from the tentacles. It just looked more powerful than anything he had ever seen. He knew Akumas’ strength depended on how their rationale and emotions were enhanced, but this went beyond that. Its entire being scared the shit out of him.
Luka was afraid for the heroes. He was afraid just looking at a photo, not even its path of anger, much less a direct threat like they were. What a nightmare it would be to fight that thing. Godspeed, Ladybug and Chat Noir. They’re definitely going to need as much help as possible with this one.
Shit.
Ladybug fights Akumas. Ladybug needs to fight this Akuma. Marinette is Ladybug. Marinette Dupain-Cheng needs to go fight this Akuma. The small, fragile, sometimes clumsy girl next to him is going to fight this intimidating Akuma, and Hawkmoth himself, in a matter of minutes.
He told himself not to worry. She’s done this for years. She knows how to fight. She knows how to defend herself. She has Chat Noir by her side. An akuma’s judgement is always too clouded to do any real damage. She has her yo-yo. She has the back-up heroes if something goes really wrong. She wouldn’t have been chosen as Ladybug five years ago if she couldn’t handle it. This isn’t her first or fifth or twentieth Akuma battle. Ladybug can beat an Akuma. Marinette can beat an Akuma. She’s a badass. As klutzy and awkward as Marinette is, she’s got more than enough ferocity to survive. If Luka had to back one person as the option to beat Hawkmoth, it would be Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
But then Luka notices Marinette’s trembling. She’s staring wide-eyed at the photo on her phone, muttering something he can’t hear.
He reaches for her arm and then she’s looking wildly at him. “Marinette? What’s wrong? It’s an Akuma, got this. You always got this.”
Her eyes are searching his face like his teal blue dye could hold the answers to the universe.
“This isn’t just an Akuma, Luka.” Her voice shakes. “This is Hawkmoth. In public, for the first time in years. And I’m not sure that’s even an Akuma at all. It looks too powerful, too aware. It almost looks li-”
And she’s back to staring at the photo. Except her eyes are racing even faster now and growing bigger by the second and her shoulders are trembling harder than he thought possible.
“Marinette? What is it, Marinette? It looks like what?”
“It looks like a Miraculous holder. Look at its arm. That’s not a stylised ridge. That’s a bracelet. Molded into its skin so you can’t try to take it off. What Miraculous do you know that’s blue and looks like a bracelet?”
“No.” Luka froze.
“Yes.”
“That means Hawkmoth has the snake Miraculous. Hawkmoth has Sass. Hawkmoth has Second Chance. Hawkmoth has…” Luka’s eyes widen. “Marinette, how did Hawkmoth get the bracelet? Was it in the Miracle Box?”
Now it was Marinette’s turn to freeze. “Oh my god. Oh godohgodoh shit. He knows who I am.”
“So let’s get this straight. Hawkmoth has the butterfly. He has the peacock. He has the snake.” A frantic nod. “Hawkmoth knows where the Miraculous Box is, so he knows its owner - you. So then he knows that you’re Ladybug because who else would have the Box?”
The color drained out of Marinette’s face. “If he got into the Box, he could have all of the Miraculouses.” She paced around the room as she tried to think. “I need to, uh, I need to call Chat. See where he is, bring him up to speed. Then um… Check on m-my parents and the bakery and the Box and see what’s left. Bring in everyone whose Miraculous is left.”
“Yeah, yeah. Good plan.” Luka sank down on the chair behind him. “Good plan. That sounds good. Get all the heroes to help and make sure everyone stays safe, yeah. Make sure he didn’t hurt anybody at the bakery and grab all the Miraculouses, yeah. Yeah.”
A sharp inhale broke Luka out of his own thoughts and he shot up from his seat. Marinette shook, breath more shallow than it should have been, with her phone pressed so tensely to her lips he was surprised it hadn’t Cataclysm-ed out of pure force.
“Marinette.” He rubbed her upper arms as the lull of the boat rocked beneath them. “Breathe. Stop thinking. Feel the water. You know what to do. You can do it. You’re Ladybug. You’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You’ve taken down Chloe, you got through Lila’s lies, you work for goddamn Jagged Stone, Marinette. You’re not alone. You have Chat. Whatever heroes he didn’t take.”
He pulled her slowly calming form into his chest. “You can handle Hawkmoth. It’ll be a walk in the park. A cakewalk. A breeze. A piece of cake. A… breezy walk in the park to get a piece of cake from the cakewalk. Yeah. You got this.”
A giggle sounded from the body that had started hugging him back. He squeezed her tight for a few seconds. Her arms wrapped tighter around his back and her cheek smushed further into his chest as if she were trying to burrow for safety in him.
“You are Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Baker, artist, roller derby star, fashion designer, class president. Ladybug. The only person in history to kiss Fang and get away with it. Multiple times. How many awards have you won with MDC by now? Like, thirteen?” A little voice mumbled no into his shirt. “No yeah, you’re right. It’s gotta be more like twenty by now. Not to mention Ultimate Mecha Strike. How many competitions can they let you win before they stop you from competing anymore?”
The giggles were a little louder now, shaking him as he rocked her to the waves.
“I’ll never understand how you accomplish so much, Marinette. How can you face everything the world throws at you and still come out so beautiful and passionate? I know you’ll beat Hawkmoth. Smart, creative, passionate, caring, and better than Hawkmoth in every single way possible.”
“Compare that to his cranky, old-man-purple suit, those Akumas are all weak excuses to preserve his fragile bones from actually having to fight his own battles, and what vibrant, normal person has hours to spend every day sitting around a bunch of butterflies waiting for someone to be upset? Old men, that’s who. And he’s even got a cane - what else do you need to tell the world I’m a lonely old man failing to destroy the world? What a weak excuse of a bad guy. Coward hides behind some wall instead of besting us all in hand-to-hand combat like a real man ‘cause his retirement home won’t let him out of his wheelchair.”
There it is. The girl in question was sporting a full, teeth-out smile, even as her tears continued to spread on his shirt. Even Luka couldn’t hide his smiles or shaky laughs.
“You are going to beat his ass, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and you will live to tell the tale.”
Marinette looked up at him through tear-stained lashes. “You’re a sap. And a terrible comedian. It’s a good thing you’re a musician or else I would be worried about what all this emotion would do to your brain, Luka.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He kissed the crown of her forehead for good luck or goodbye or something (anything, as long as he could kiss her), before woefully unwinding her from his arms. “Now get out there and save the day, Ladybug.”
#lukanette#endgame lukanette#lukanette fanfic#miraculous ladybug#miraculousladybug#miraculous ladybug fanfic#marinette dupain cheng#luka couffaine#marinette x luka#kiss prompts#this is going on ao3 in the morning bcs im afraid of that one thing#damn i forgot a read more again#pro lukamari
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Secret Soldiers
Chapter Fourteen
Georgia, Camp Toccoa, 1942
The next morning, Maggie woke up with an unusual smile on her face. The night before had been different but a good different. Though she wasn’t planning on falling asleep with her shoulder resting on George Luz’s shoulder, she was glad she had. The moment had shown her that she could trust the men, they’d allowed her to sleep even though she had been vulnerable in that moment. Although she hadn’t expected them to do anything untoward, they hadn’t seemed like the type, the thought was always in the back of her mind when it came to all men.
Letting out a yawn, Maggie checked the time on her watch that was still sitting on her wrist and realised she still had almost an hour before breakfast that morning. The sun was slowly rising, some light peeking through her window into the small bunker she lived in. Deciding now would be a good time to grab her mail, Maggie quickly changed into her OD’s and made her way toward the mailroom.
As she had thought, Maggie didn’t pass anyone on the way over - most of the men would still be asleep, getting as much in as they possibly could. She didn’t know how long they had been up the night before but they had all been playing poker still when Maggie had woken up. Although she offered to walk back over alone, George had insisted he make sure she got back safe.
Wanting to build that bond up even more with the men, Maggie allowed him to walk her over. It had been a nice feeling, not any hostility between the two as they walked to her small ‘home’. She was hoping that the men would be kinder to her, let her join in with their laughs a little more.
Entering the mail room, she had a quick conversation with Rice before he went to grab her mail. She had two letters, one with the SOE seal imprinted on the back and one she recognised as Camilla’s handwriting. Bidding Rice goodbye, Maggie left the mailroom and tucked her letters into her pocket. She wasn’t usually one for a cigarette but Maggie took one from her pocket, stuck it between her lips and lit it.
The nicotine rush was one she needed, still feeling the tiredness from the night before. As she took a drag, she noticed a group of soldiers coming her way. Standing off to the side so she wasn’t in the way, Maggie tried to work out if she knew them. The faces weren’t familiar, they could have been from one of the companies she hadn’t had the chance to meet yet.
As some of the men went into the mailroom, one of them came over toward Maggie with a small smile on her face. “Bum a cigarette, Lieutenant?” Maggie gave the man a look, raising an eyebrow as she grabbed her pack and tossed it at him.
“Do I need to give you a light as well, private?” She wore a lazy smile as she took another drag, the soldier laughing gently as he leant against the wall beside Maggie. He grabbed his own lighter, showing it to Maggie with a grin before lighting his cigarette. There was a silence before Maggie spoke. “Which company are you with, Private?”
She turned her head gently to look at the man, significantly taller than she was. “Dog company, ma’am. You’re with Easy, right?” Maggie nodded, taking a final drag of her cigarette before dropping it into the ‘butts’ bin beside her.
“I best be off, have a good day,private.” The man gave a lazy salute, making Maggie smile gently. Even though the man had no idea who she was, he hadn’t seen her as just a woman. He had treated her as an officer and even a friend, giving Maggie the smile that she now wore as she headed back toward her bunker. She had a bit more time before breakfast, giving her the chance to read the letters that had been sent to her.
Settling down on her bed, Maggie opened the one from the SOE to begin with.
Agent Walters,
With intel received, we are pleased with the progress you have been making with the US airborne. We have received some more intelligence about the plan of attack for the US airborne however you do not have the clearance for us to tell you. All we can tell you is that there will be another operative in the future, when a move of base is pushed ahead. There is not a lot we can tell you except we wish you luck and hope the two of you will work together before joining this war alongside the US troops.
GodSpeed, Agent.
Agent Frost, SOE.
Dresden, November 1942
The snow from the previous day wrapped the city of Dresden in a beautiful white one could only describe as almost magically but the blonde woman had something different on her mind. Looking down at the watch on her wrist, Claire let out a yawn before hiding her bare hand again in the warmth of the pockets of her coat. “I definitely have to sleep more.”
“You have absolutely no reason to complain, Clara.” Despite his own obvious lack of sleep, Hans was quick to respond. Leaning against the brick wall, the man let out a groan as he closed his eyes. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to get through my classes without falling asleep.”
“Well,” Claire started as she pulled her blue scarf further up into her face. “Maybe you should take a break from going out so often at god forbidden hours.”
“Yeah, just wait until you see what we did. It was worth it.” With a proud smirk on his face Hans rubbed his hands together in an attempt to get some warmth. “You’ll like it.”
Just humming in response, Claire shifted her gaze up towards the window on the third floor of the building they stood in front of. She freshly falling snowflakes made her task of making out movements on the other side of the window quite a bit harder but nevertheless a quickly moving shadows caught her attention. “Does Ilse know? You know, what happened a few nights ago?”
“Yeah I stopped by last night and spoke with her about it. She thinks it’s pretty amazing but don’t worry, she swore not to tell anyone.”
Nodding, Claire turned back to Hans with an unsure smile on her lips. “Alright, uhm, thanks for still trusting me. It means a lot.”
“Considering that you kind of held a gun pointed at me, I took the best chance by avoiding making you mad.” They both knew that it wasn’t meant to be serious but Claire couldn’t help herself and as a response she smacked Hans against his shoulder. The man only chuckled as he playfully rubbed his arm. “Oh you know that I love you too much not to trust you.”
Hearing this, a big smile formed on Claire’s lips. It was by no means the first time that she heard this from him and usually she knew that it didn’t mean much but weirdly enough this time it felt like more. She was about to respond but a door falling into its lock behind them caught both of their attention.
“Sorry that I’m late. My alarm didn’t go off.” Ilse had a hint of pink on her cheeks as she hurriedly closed her jacket. After a quick exchange of glances the brunette woman pulled her bag a little closer to her body. “Did I interrupt anything?”
When no response came from neither Claire nor Hans, Ilse just nodded in a dismissive manner and interlocked her arm with Claire’s just like they always did. It felt so normal to them by now that just like usually they started walking and chatting away, leaving Hans to follow them looking almost like a lost puppy.
Due to their lateness today, Claire expected the promenade leading up to the university buildings to be rather empty but the closer they got, the more they had problems passing the groups of students.
Claire reached behind herself and grabbed Hans’ hand out of fear of losing him in the mass as Ilse also tightened her grip. Not being able to see enough, the blonde woman stood on her tiptoes. After her eyes scanned the walls of the entrance her gaze fixated on the formerly well visible swastika on the right side of the wooden entrance doors. Half of it was broken out of the stone and it has been over painted in a thick black while a certain word was written right next to it.
Letting out a gasp, Claire quickly got down on the heels of her shoes again. Looking at Ilse and her desperate tries to see past the crowd all while having a curious look on her face, Claire was quick to realise that Ilse had nothing to do with this.
The brunette gave up after a few more tries to see something and instead looked at Claire expectantly. “Vive la révolution?” After not receiving an answer Ilse turned to Hans who wore a proud smirk on his lips “Are we starting one?”
Hand just pulled the two women closer to him as he leaned down so only they could hear his voice. “What do you say, Veritas? Are we starting one?”
With a mischievous grin, Claire turned from Ilse to Hans. “We are starting one.”
With a sudden burst of pride flowing through her, Claire squeezed Hans’ hand as she turned back to the large letters painted on the wall.
Veritas
It was her name.
Now the Nazis know who they are up against.
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*sticks leggie out* it’s time for nomu
i prepared this in advance when i was still sober enough to type proerply
lol nevermind
ok here goes
have a seat you vanilla bitches it’s nomu season and I'm the goddamn hunter from looney tunes out lookin for these big bara tiddy monsters. how dare we as a society neglect this opportunity? not counting the ones that were made from kids shut up dont ruin my fanasty already get out of here
all for one is a bad bitch and he's going to train you well. you know how he does that? by using a nomu to stretch your holes wide open so you’ll be prepared to handle tomura’s big neet cock when you’ve been properly broken. youre going to be spread nice and wide and leashed up like the cute pet you are, and you'd better be thankful for it. you better open your mouth and drool all over that monster cock and suckle on it at AfO’s behest. after all, you wont be given the luxury of lube. you better do a damn good job of slobbering all over that magnum meat slab and thank sensei for the chance to be trained to be a good cumbucket.
that nomu is gonna breed you good and proper god damn. like do you even think it has the capacity to go slow and gentle??? hell no that cock is getting jammed straight into your pussy. dont worry though, it’s gonna lick your cunt like a lollipop. you taste so sweet and delicious, and its breath is hot against the back of your thighs as it worms its slimy thick tongue deep inside you. is it going to get the correct hole? you better fuckin pray it does, because nothing’s stopping it from getting into that bootyhole either. you’ll be all sweaty and dripping wet and crying from overstimulation. AfO is popping a bottle of champagne and saying cheers bitch my son is going to do so much worse to you.
once that nomu mounts you, kiss your sanity goodbye. those hands are going to grasp your hips so tightly that your kidneys might pop. and it’s just fucki n jackhammerin away like it has nothing else to do. it has one brain cell and that brain cell is thinking holy fuck that’s a damn fine pussy. your walls will be stretched to the point of pain, but you have to bear it. you have to no matter what, and AfO reminds you of that, stroking your hair and telling you what a good girl you’re being. you can barely hear anything beyond your loud cries, but you think you hear the nomu gurgle something out too. something like ‘good girl’, over and over again.
and that precum, boy oh boy that shit is so thick and viscous you can feel it leaking out of your pussy. that nomu hasn’t even come yet. each and every thrust makes your combined juices slosh out of you and run along your cunt, teasingly tickling your clit as it pools ever downward. you’re in luck though, because that heavy nutsack is gonna be pounding away at your clit in time with those rough thrusts. the nomu will come without warning, shooting spurts of hot cum deep inside you as it grinds up into you and hits your cervix with the head of its cock.
you think it’s done? absofuckinglutely not babes. its dick is buried to the hilt and you can still feel it throbbing inside you. AfO might even pour that champagne down your back to get it to lick your sticky skin. and its gonna wrap its arms around you, you’ll feel its weight on your back as it resumes its thrusts. bitch you’re in fora wild fuckin ride godspeed
my bf is here to bother me so here is where i end my soliloquy
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