#haddie four

[ryik-the-writer]

Anna, Twig, Molly, Haddie and Broadie.

#amphibia #amphibia edit #anne boonchuy #sprig planter #polly planter #maddie flour #toadie #anna boonchuy #twig planter #molly planter #haddie four #broadie #animation #myanimations #ryik-the-rumbelle-oncer

[forcedhesitation]

dbd halloween event spoilers below cut

YESSSSSSSSS PINK claudette! FAIRY claudette! and SUPER sexy pumpkin head knight <3333333 I WON. even if they ignored my sweet, darling hux. I won.

#dbd #dbd spoilers #thoughts about media #i guess? it's public knowledge. but technically data mined I believe. #just better to be safe. #so happy to see my dear claudette getting so many amazing skins. she deserves them. <3 #fuck mikaela. kate. meg. and nea. I'm tired of them. #if I could take every good skin any of those four had and give it to claudette. zarina. elodie. yui. and haddie? I would. #ALSO MR. KOVACS YOU ARE LOOKING MOST FESTIVE SIR <33333333 #ugh how do you expect me to run for my life when this horrific hottie will be jack-o-lanturning my head whenever he walks by???

[disillusioneddanny]

There’s a Fine Line

Danny stared at his shoes, eyes unseeing as the adults bustled around him. They were just messing around. Just taking pictures in the lab. None of this was supposed to happen this way.

The adults whispered to one another, a miracle they said. Standing in the portal had somehow been the only thing that had saved him.

But it hadn’t. It definitely hadn’t saved him, that was for sure.

Just five hours before everything had been normal.

“Come on Danny, just step inside so I can take a picture!” Sam had insisted, holding her phone ready to take a picture of her friend.

“Yeah man, it just looks so cool, don’t you think it’d make a pretty cool picture?” Tucker said with a smile. Danny just gave them a nervous smile and shrugged the jumpsuit on. His parents were upstairs cooking dinner, Jazz was in her room in her bedroom doing homework. No one would notice if he just stepped in for just a second.

Once he had gotten the suit zipped up, Danny walked towards the portal and took a step in only for his foot to get caught on a cord on the ground. He felt his body propel forward and caught himself on the wall, his hand slammed into a button.

After that, it was just pain.

When he woke up, the house was gone, fire blazed around him, sirens rang through the air but there was no house. Just him and the portal. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up from this nightmare. But the house was still burning and-and that was Sam’s boot on the ground but where was Sam? Where was Tucker? Or Jazz, or his mom or his dad?

“We found the youngest Fenton! He’s alive!” A fireman shouted, running towards Danny.

It had been some kind of nuclear explosion, they said. Something in the lab had exploded just as Danny had turned the portal on.

Now he was sitting in the Amity Park police department as the officers tried to figure out what they were going to do with the fourteen year old. Apparently someone that had been scheduled to meet with his parents about buying some of their weapons was coming to talk to him.

Danny wasn’t sure what exactly was going on but he didn’t really care. Everything in him was demanding that he run away, fast away and disappear forever.

His Aunt Alicia refused to foster him after learning he had come out as trans, no one could get a hold of his mysterious god father that he’d never met, he was basically completely and totally alone.

Everyone he knew and loved were gone and it was his fault. He should have never gone in the portal.

Bruce Wayne hadn’t expected this to happen when he came to Amity Park. The twenty-six year old had originally come to this sleepy town to talk to the Drs. Fenton about their inventions and studies. If there was any credence to their work, he was interested in purchasing at least a few of their weapons, just on the off chance that ghosts ever attacked Gotham. He had not expected to see a large mushroom shaped explosion from across town at the very place he was supposed to go to in just twenty four hours.

Then he had learned that the only survivor in the house had been the Fenton’s youngest child, Danielle Fenton. Something in him had screamed that he needed to go and meet the young girl to see if she was okay, to provide some kind of comfort. He knew what it was like to lose your parents at a young age, he had been even younger than the young girl when he had lost his own parents.

He raced to the police department, already prepared to take the girl in. Only, when he had gotten there, he just seen a teenage boy sitting with a shock blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Ah Mr. Wayne!” An officer said upon seeing the billionair. “My name is Officer Haddis, we spoke on the phone. It’s so kind of you to offer your home to Ms. Fenton here-”

“Mister,” Danielle said, glaring at the officer. “I’ve already told you, I go by Daniel. My parents just never got to change my information,” Daniel snapped, glaring at the officer. They looked at Bruce with a scrutinizing look, their brows furrowed. “Who’re you?”

Bruce smiled and crouched down to the teenager’s level where they sat in the creaky, plastic chair and held out his hand. “My name is Bruce Wayne, I use he/him pronouns. I was supposed to meet with your parents tomorrow about their inventions. I’m so sorry for what happened,” he said quietly, his chest aching at the dullness in Daniel’s eyes. “I lost my parents when I was really young too. I was thinking, maybe you could come stay with me?”

Daniel stared at him for a moment before they took his hand. “Danny, he/him. It’s better than getting thrown in fostercare, I guess,” he mumbled, shaking Bruce’s hand. “If you misgender me, though, I’m kicking your ass.”

The vigilante just chuckled and shook his head. “I wouldn’t dare to do something like that. Now, how about we get some paperwork finished and we can go back to my apartment and start figuring out what we’re going to do from here.”

The rest of this fic will be posted here if you want to read more

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc

[peakyblinders1919]

Haddie Harrington Pt. 10

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The BMW would have looked out of place in the driveway of the little chateau save for the way it was worn, the once shining maroon paint now marked with age and dust and just enough scratches to look lived in. 

“It’ll be quick, I promise.” You didn’t need reassurance, but thats what Steve’s words did anyway. Once the door was unlocked, you were met with the smell of cleaning supplies and Steve’s earthy cologne, the hysterical wailing of Haddie, and the frantic rambling of Robin.

“Thank God you're here, I’ve tried everything, she won’t listen to me, she doesn’t like the voices I did, she’s been crying for you-”

“Robin, alright, alright, calm down… a minute, two tops.” He smiled back at you before slipping into her pink bedroom, hearing the faint hint of his high-pitched voice trying to lure Haddie back to sleep.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I wanted to be able to handle it, for me, for you, but I just, kids are used to routine and she doesn’t know me well enough yet and I don’t know her and what she likes… and maybe she doesn’t like me at all-”

“Robin, Robin, Robin. It’s fine. It’s alright.”

“But your date was ruined…”

“No it wasn’t. It’s just starting…” you smiled, taking the solitude you found yourself in making yourself feel at home.

The house itself was a stark contrast to Steve’s childhood home, this one small but perfectly lived in with stuffed animals littering the couch, a mess of papers on the kitchen counter, boots and shoes spilling over in the mud room, and candid family pictures on almost every free shelf and surface. Hanging back as Steve soothed Haddie back to sleep, the pictures were under your scrutinizing gaze; a baby picture of Haddie, a picture of Steve and Haddie with matching sunglasses at the beach and a shirt that reads “My First Beach Day,” another picture of a house that must have been his home before this one, painted blue with butter yellow shutters, and finally, a picture of Steve with a younger Haddie on his shoulders, and a beautiful blonde woman with Haddie’s eyes standing next to him, looking at them both with love and mountain and adventure behind her.

Is that her? You asked yourself, already knowing the answer. 

Haddie’s mom. 

She was stunning, so at ease and beautiful without trying to be. Where you should have felt jealousy, anger perhaps, all you felt was happiness for him. This picture was shiny and new and hope captured behind a camera lens, proof that Steve had successfully moved on and made a life for himself despite all the shortcomings he’d just shared with you. Whether he had fully forgiven himself or not, he had moved on. The Steve smiling in that picture surrounded by two beautiful women? That Steve could feel truly loved. He was deserving of love, worthy of her love, and the happiest version of himself. 

What happened?

Not realizing you’d even picked up the photo to examine it closer, Robin’s voice startled you to the point of nearly letting it fall from your hands. 

“Robin,” you gasped, fumbling to put the picture back on the mantle with the others. You regained your breath, a quiet look passing between you two, sad and sympathetic and all but saying everything you couldn’t bring yourself to. There was something too intimate about stepping into Steve’s life again after five years, and something even more intimate stepping into the place he had worked so hard to call home for his family.

Suddenly it was all too much. The house was beautiful but small, the four walls around you starting to press in on you. The house was too small because it was already too full, unable to allow someone else to move into the space, his space. 

The world went quiet, quiet enough to hear the faint whispers down the hall, Haddie’s little voice sounding excited that you were here, quietly asking Steve if you could read her to bed because she loved the voices you made.

Suddenly it was all too much. The idea of  playing house in a home that wasn’t yours, sliding into a position that wasn’t yours, into a role that would always belong to someone else. Not only were the walls pressing in around you, they were sucking the air out of the room, leaving you lightheaded and fighting for air. 

“Y/N?”

The world stopped, the pictures on the mantle blurs of color. Haddie’s door down the hallway opened with a slight squeak of its hinges, the sound of Steve’s heavy tred coming down the hall, accompanied by Haddie’s.

“I’m sorry.” It came out in a whisper, eyes glued to Robin, hoping she’d understand all that you wanted to be able to say before you pushed past Robin back out into the driveway, the chilly Hawkins air hitting you in the face like the reality check you needed.

Suddenly, your world was upside down. Left was right, right was wrong, and Steve was the one you loved, the one you always loved, and now that you knew he loved you back, you couldn’t do it. Couldn’t find it in you to stay with a man who looked the same, sounded the same, but wasn’t the same at all. He was grown, he had moved on, he knew what love was really supposed to feel like. And who were you to measure up to it now?

What had you done in all that time, years since he’d left you behind? You never left, you never got to see the world, hoping there was still something better out there for you than this. You walked the same streets day in and day out, hung out with the same people you did back in high school, you forgot what it was like to live. And now that you felt alive again, it was too scary.

“Y/N, wait!” Not noticing how far your legs had already taken you, you stopped in the middle of the quiet suburban road, not sure who was speaking to you.

“I can’t do it Robin. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t be with him. I’m not supposed to be with him. He’s supposed to be with her, Haddie’s mom. I’m just… I’m just a dream he’s chasing. A dream that’s going to led them both to heartbreak. I can’t… I can’t…” It was difficult to find the words because there were simply none to express the overwhelming feeling carving its way into your chest. 

The next thing Robin said- Robin, normally known as the one to ramble more than you- was simple and the only thing you needed to hear. “Your feelings are getting a little too big so your just going to run away? That doesn’t seem like you.”

Running away hadn’t seemed like the kind of thing Steve would have done either, but he did. And that had changed everything.

“I… I need some time to think. Tell him,” you swallowed hard, “tell him I’m sorry and I’ll see him soon, yeah?”

“Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

“Because I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I see him right now.”

“Like what? What would you say to him? Say it to me.” 

Robin watched you pacing in the shadow of the streetlamps while the rest of the world slept.

“I’d, I’d, I’d say I forgive him. I forgive him for everything that he did and didn’t do. That I forgive him for leaving but it was still the hardest 5 year never hearing his voice, and it sounds better than it’s ever sounded before. I never left home but it never felt like home until he was back. Hawkins was never the same without him, I was never the same without him. My heart was never the same without him, it was broken and shattered and in the few weeks that he came back, he peiced it back together to something that feels. And I’m afraid if I went back right now and told him all that, I’d be with him the way I ached to be with him when I was 18, but we’re not 18 anymore, and I can’t say or do any of that in case too much has changed and my 18 year-old heart isn’t enough for his 25 year-old one. I’m not even scared he won’t live up to my expectations because… because I know he would, I’m scared I won’t live up to his. What if I can’t replace the woman he loved?” Silence. Eerie silence, the silence of the world asleep and the silence of them listening enveloped you until it was deafening. “What?”

Robin just shook her head at you, waiting until you turned and locked eyes with the very man you were talking about.

“Steve,” it come out as a gasp, perhaps shocked that he was there, or relieved that he had heard it and- was he smiling?

“I’ve got that drink ready inside, if you want.”

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[natteryaktoad]

Ash & Blossom Hart, Day 85, Part 3

It's all go in this household!

Haddie: Mama, can you help me with my homework?

Blossom: Of course, baby.

Haddie: Ohhh! That makes so much sense now, Mama - thank you!

Blossom: Anytime, sweetheart... is any of this homework on the floor yours too?

Haddie: No, it's all Emmy's.

Blossom: Ember! Can you come up to your room, please!

Ember: What's up?

Blossom: How many unfinished pieces of homework is this, Ember?

Ember: Um... four? I'll get to it!

Blossom: I can't imagine what your grades must be like.

Ember: Yeah, they're not great, but... I'll get them back up when I get onto this homework. Don't stress-

Blossom: Don't tell me not to stress, young lady. And you're right that you'll get to this homework, because you're grounded until you do. No going anywhere except school until you're completely caught up. Understand?

Ember: Yes, Mama.

Blossom: Oh, Mama...

Ember: Hey, Mama, it's okay, I didn't mean to upset you, I-

Blossom: I just miss my Mama!

Blossom: I'm sorry, Emmy. I shouldn't be crying on you like this.

Ember: It's okay. You don't have to hide how you feel from me - I'm not a little kid, and even if I was, I think it's healthy to see adults grieve. I'm sorry for causing you extra stress when you really don't need it. I'll get onto that homework right now. I love you, Mama.

Blossom: I love you too, Ember. You really are a good girl... but that grounding still stands - more to make you do the homework than a punishment.

Ember: I get it.

#Widespot #Day 85 #Ash Hart #Blossom Hart #Canyon Hart #Devon Hart #Ember Hart #Forrest Hart #Gulliver Hart #Hadassah Hart

[haddycss]

( francesca corney, cis woman, she/her) have you met HADLEY YOONIM  yet? you know, the 26 year old GRADUATE student majoring in MUSIC TECHNOLOGY. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear MY LOVE ALL MINE BY MITSKI blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re VIVACIOUS but can also be a little IMPULSIVE. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself.

since i'm afraid of getting blocked by tumblr, please message me on discord (visenyasbitch)

STATS

name. hadley yoonim

age. twenty-six

date of birth. november 18th

hometown. boston

gender. cis woman

sexuality. pansexual/panromantic

MISC

eyes. dark brown

hair. long wavy black

piercings. one in the left nostril, four in each ear, a belly button one

tattoos. too many to count, but mostly spread through arms and back

style. a mess of casual with punk references

school bg. high school, music graduate

sports. swimming team

BIO

oldest of three siblings, hadley grew in boston within a rather privileged family -- her mother a doctor, and father a lawyer, both known in their respective fields. demanding yet absent, haddy's parents often left her and the young boys in the hands of their governess or grandma.

a rebellious spirit caught in a whirlwind of expectations, hadley started acting out early. whether it were disobeying her parent's rules or outright getting in trouble at school or streets, the girl slowly lost herself within her own family.

instead of studying hard to follow on her mother's footsteps, she chose music, a childhood passion turned into vocation during high school. although playing multiple instruments and writing lyrics weren't impressive for the family, such abilities caught the eye of a music teacher -- enough for her to help haddy fill in college application papers in secret.

when the acceptance letters got into the yoomin's home, a fight broke through. both parents yelling destroyed her guitar in a fit of rage, and that was the sign to leave. packing some stuff into a bag she got into her car and left for amherst.

living in between the car seat and a friend's couch, she awaited for college to begin, where she'd finally meet teddy and a couple of other friends, beginning a band called epiphany.

ever since then, haddy dedicated half her time to their band. graduating from music she set a major in music technology, working half-time on a local coffee shop and holding onto the dream of making it as a musician.

#⸻ ❝ musings. #radcliffeintro #⸻ ❝ hadley.

[hauntedmoonstone]

🍀

🍀 [FOUR LEAF CLOVER] Would your OC spend hours looking for a four leaf clover? Honestly if Haddie had nothing better to do she probably would try and look for a four leaf clover especially as a kid/teen being outcasted I can see her picking at the grass in the woods alone looking for something to bring her luck or just a small amount of joy. In the fog she probably would try to find one to bring as an offering to see if it would do anything even if it was a small amount of luck.

#ask #dbd #haddie kaur

[ikea-employee]

Hello lovelies!

Thats right… I’m back!!

Over this hiatus I’ve joined lots of new fandoms and lost interest in quite a few as well.. Nonetheless, new and improved pinned post!

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For all of the new visitors… Hello and welcome!

I’m Nyx, I’m 19, I use any pronouns, I’m an ENFP and I’m here to cater to all of your fandom needs!

On a side note; roleplay on my blog is allowed, as well as just sending me friendly asks! (I’ll make a list of taken anon names & characters if any occur)

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What I write

Matchups (Closed)

You can ask on anon!! Just know that I am trusting you are not a minor.

Be as detailed as you want! The more detailed the matchup is = easier it is for me to match you with someone! (If you give me a character you want for a matchup, I'm just going to give you them. No surprises there)

I will do matchups for ocs! Same rules apply!

Stuff to add to your matchup: Appearance, personality, hobbies, likes, dislikes, love language. Please add what fandom you want and preferred gender! I don't want to write a matchup you won't enjoy!

Headcanons (Closed)

You can ask on anon!! Just make sure to check what I don't write for!!

I'll write for any gender reader, any sexuality, canon ships, ocs × character(s), s/o x character(s), non-problematic ships, and for singular characters.

Be as detailed as you want with your headcanons, that way I understand what you want easier!

You can ask for as many characters you want with your given scenario! All I ask is that you keep it to four characters maximum! (If I like your prompt or find it easy, I might add more!)

I will write headcanons for you and the character you get from a matchup, just ask and you shall receive!

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Fandoms & Characters I Write For

If a character isn’t on my list, just ask! I won’t bite!

Dead By Daylight

Killers

Killer Masterlist

Albert Wesker / Mastermind

Artist

Demogorgon*

Doctor

Dredge*

Ghostface

Hillbilly

Huntress

Knight

Legion (Only Frank & Julie can be matched and written NSFW)

Micheal Myers / Shape

Nurse

Oni

Pig

Pyramid Head / Executioner

Spirit

Trapper

Trickster

Wraith

Survivors

Survivor Masterlist

Ada Wong

Cheryl Mason

Claudette Morel

Chris Redfield

David King (only matched with guys)

Dwight Fairfield

Élodie Rakoto

Feng Min

Haddie Kaur

Jake Park

Jill Valentine

Jane Romero

Kate Denson

Laurie Strode

Leon Kennedy

Meg Thomas

Mikaela Reid

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Vittorio Toscano

Yui Kimura

Yun-Jin Lee

Destiny 2

Destiny 2 Masterlist

Ada-1

Amanda Holiday

Banshee-44

Caiatl

Cayde-6

Drifter

Eris Morn

Elsie

Ikora Rey

Lord Shaxx

Mara Sov

Osiris*

Saint-14*

Shaw Han

Crow

Uldren Sov

Zavala

Stranger Things

Stranger Things Masterlist

Alexei

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Jane Hopper “Eleven”

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

001 / Peter Ballard

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Will Byers

Misc.

Misc. Masterlist

Bruce Wayne (Batman 2022)

Edward Nashton (Batman 2022)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal Tv Series)

Will Graham (Hannibal Tv Series)

Any character with an asterisk will not be put in matchups

Any characters who are bolded will not be put in matchups or written NSFW

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My OCs

Masterlist

Feel free to ask about them!

Zephyr

Evil lettol guy

I made him in 7th grade, I just keep updating him.

Tag: OC: Zeph

Sabbath

Kind of my sona

Idk what inspired him

Tag: OC: Sabbath

Syn

Destiny Awoken Warlock OC

Solar

Tag: OC: Syn

Curse-4

Destiny Exo Hunter OC

Stasis

Tag: OC: Curse-4

Foxx

Destiny Awoken Titan OC

???? (Switches constantly)

Tag: OC: Foxx

Kit “Kitty” Archer

DbD & Stranger Things OC

I love her <3

Tag: OC: Kitty

Asher “Ash” Montgomery

I also made him in 7th grade… (Remade him and hes better now)

DbD & Stranger Things OC

Tag: OC: Ash

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Rules

DNI

DNI if you are underaged, a proshipper, TERF, trump supporter, anti-abortionist, transphobic, pedophile, homophobic, or racist.

Will not Write

I will not write about anything racist, homophobic, transphobic, or pedophelic. I also don’t feel comfortable writing about child abuse, animal abuse, or suicide.

NSFW Writing

I am willing to write nsfw requests as long as the character requested is not a minor and the kinks involved are not bathroom related.

Enjoy your Stay!

- Nyx

#hihihiii #new pinned post #new intro #nyx info #dead by daylight headcanons #dbd headcanons #dbd matchups #stranger things headcanons #stranger things matchups #destiny 2 headcanons #destiny 2 matchups #d2 headcanons #d2 matchups #>:)

[meglinpancake]

Death Is Not Forever, but It Still Hurts

Warnings: this is a Dead By Daylight fic- I’d genuinely be surprised if you didn’t expect blood, gore, and angst.

Mikaela never did well with deep wounds, strange considering her adoration for Halloween and the horror stories of fiction, but seeing something so real greatly disturbed her. The realm has certainly caused her to grow more used to the sight- having watched her friends getting brutally mauled without mercy over and over again- but when it was Haddie there was nothing to ebb the fear and dread.

A four man escape was quite rare, but they managed to pull it off this time, at great cost. The Dredge was a killer that Haddie had mastered fighting against, but that also meant that it had a strange obsession with her. The moment the locks across the lockers appear- everyone knew what it meant- and everyone dreaded it. Most rounds, it ended with Haddie being brutally mori’d or camped on hook until the Entity took her, and she’ll fight tooth and nail to buy time for the others. This round ended with her escaping with everyone else, mostly due to Mikaela’s stubbornness and drive to get her beloved out with her, but it also meant that she came back to camp with wounds that could kill a normal person.

“Her femur is dislocated,” Claudette spoke after a few moments of poking and prodding around Haddie’s thigh and hip, causing Mikaela to look up. The witch had refused to leave the podcaster’s side ever since they came back, no matter how much Claudette fussed and called for others to drag her away. Mikaela stayed, holding Haddie’s hand and stroking her face, trying her best to not look at the gaping wounds that have long been treated and bandaged, but the witch could still clearly recall them and how they pulsated angrily while leaking blood. “I have to get Bill.”

“Ok.” The redhead replies quietly, waiting for the other to get up and leave before lowering her gaze back to Haddie.

The paranormal investigator’s golden gaze was glazed over, unfocused and cloudy while they laid on the witch, breath uneven and shallow.

“Are you okay?” Haddie mouthed, her voice too weak to be used and coming out as a painful breath.

Mikaela shook her head and lifted an arm to cover her face, unable to stop the sob that leaves her lips, giving her lover’s hand a squeeze with her other hand. The witch hears more of the breathy attempts to speak, and lowers her arm, letting the tears stream down her face as she stares at her lover’s frozen features.

“I’m sorry,” Mikaela apologizes with a hiccup, gripping her knee and digging her nails into the fabric of her yoga pants. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

The witch feels her hand get squeezed- it’s weak and faint- but she feels it, and finds the courage to look into Haddie’s eyes.

“Please stay.” The paranormal investigator breathed, faintly, and Mikaela didn’t manage to hear the weak voice- but she understood those bleeding lips. The redhead swallowed her fear and scooted closer to the bed, releasing the death hold she had on her knee to swipe away stray strands of hair to press a gentle kiss to the other’s forehead.

“I will.” The witch whispered into the sweating skin, stroking through the raven strands as she listened to the whistling breath leaving through dying lips. “I’m here.”

The tent swished as Claudette raced back in with Bill, their voices a hurricane of commands that Mikaela ignored. The witch closed her eyes and focused on Haddie- her faint breath, her weakened pulse- pressing their foreheads together. She pressed closer as the femur was snapped back into place, and Haddie cried out- writhing from the pain- having to be held down to prevent another injury from all the thrashing.

“There you go, it’s okay.” Mikaela praised, hoping Haddie could hear her amongst all the chaos. “It’s over, it’s okay.”

Tears leaked from the witch’s shut eyes, screwed tight in desperation as she prayed that the other would calm down soon. Slowly, the flailing quelled, twitching and gasping- until Mikaela could not feel any warmth anymore.

Death is not an end in the realm, but that didn’t help the wails that the thin walls of the tent couldn’t hold. Collapsed across Haddie’s cold body, Mikaela begged and pleaded through her tears and useless pawing for Haddie to wake up- to not leave her- that everything is going to be alright. Crying and screaming and clawing at everything she could- only capable of repeating the word ‘no’ over and over and over again until her voice finally gave out and she was left struggling to breath while drowning in her sorrows.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd survivor #dbd haddie #haddie kaur #dbd mikaela #mikaela reid #haddie x mikaela #haunted moonstone #fanfic

[stuck-in-the-fog]

Ok guys, I want y’all’s input and/or opinion on a list that I’ve just made.

I had an idea for an art project for myself in the past - just to give myself something to draw to get back into the groove of it - and it involved DbD characters and what I interpreted as their respective trait given what their personal perks/character description says about em. This would give me an excuse to draw them with one of the four flower offerings that represent each of these four traits (Altruism, Objective, Boldness, Survival).

Here’s the list of characters and their trait.

Dwight - Objective

Meg - Boldness

Claudette - Altruism

Jake - Survival

Nea - Boldness

David - Altruism

Ace - Survival

Feng - Objective

Kate - Boldness

Adam - Objective

Jeff - Survival

Jane - Altruism

Yui - Boldness

Zarina - Altruism

Felix - Objective

Élodie - Survival

Yun-Jin - Survival

Mikaela - Altruism

Jonah - Objective

Haddie - Boldness

Vittorio - Survival

Thalita - Boldness

Renato - Altruism

Gabriel - Objective

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#dead by daylight

[robinsarm]

After the Bridge has Burned (part 17)

Warnings: None

Words: ~2.7k

POV: Dual (Ace | Felix)

Four stitches. 

That’s how many Ace had been told he needed to sew his head shut again. Claudette told him—the only one still awake at this hour.

Truthfully, he didn’t remember much of the night past hanging up the phone with Kate. He’d woken up to his head throbbing and someone trying to talk to him. Everywhere he’d looked was a blur of colors, every voice was a jumble of distant, mumbled conversations he couldn’t string together. After a while of suffering, the pain came to a point; he remembered throwing up and then passing out again. The details in between were fuzzy and Ace didn’t exactly want to ask when he woke up the second time. 

When Ace woke up again to Meg sitting by him on the couch of Claudette’s house—Thyme snoozed soundly on her lap with Basil at the foot of the couch in front of Ace. He’d been laid down in the corner, torso propped up with legs stretched out along the cushions. 

Waking up wasn’t necessarily the best outcome Ace wanted to believe. Watching everyone mingle around the living area, Ace had immediately picked up on the sullen nature in the atmosphere. Jeff was wearing something completely different, Meg appeared rattled, Claudette ran around in a fog, too focused on working on something in the other room to notice anyone else, Élodie and Haddie sat silently at the bar, and Felix…Ace didn’t see Felix. In the entire time Ace had studied the room without anyone realizing he was awake, Ace never saw Felix once. He couldn’t say he was shocked. 

Why would he be here after our ‘talk’ earlier? Ace thought to himself. 

Head still pounding, Ace closed his eyes again, intending to stay up and eavesdrop, but passed out like a light within minutes. 

Now, it was 2 in the morning. Ace had a water bottle full of Liquid I.V. boosters and was staring blankly at the TV, watching a late night sitcom he didn’t know with Claudette. His head hurt a little less. Claudette gave him a few ibuprofen early to help with the pain and the water was working its magic, but a dull thumping still pounded against his skull. Ace wanted to go back to sleep but, try as he might, there seemed to be no chance of that.

“It’s typical of someone suffering from a head injury to stay awake or have trouble falling asleep,” Claudette had explained. “Don’t try to force it.”

Ace stared at the TV screen, not paying attention to what was being played. Instead, he was trying to focus on the past few hours. His and Felix’s fight still rang fresh in his mind, but Ace didn’t want to remember that. He wanted to know what happened after he passed out. He hadn’t asked anything other than why his head felt numb, to which Claudette explained the stitches in his head. 

“I…” 

Claudette turned to look at Ace, her head propped up on her fist that leaned against the top of the couch. 

“I must have bled a lot, huh?” Ace asked, just barely realizing that his injury probably caused a lot more hassle than he realized. 

“We cleaned it,” Claudette dismissed with a yawn. “Élodie and Jeff took on that task. We had to buy new white towels to replace the ones we used on you. But other than that, and the door, your room looked ready for the next guest.”

Ace gingerly rotated his head to look at Claudette. He couldn’t raise his eyebrow but managed a questioning look nonetheless.

“What happened to the door?” 

“Felix kicked it in,” Claudette answered, nonchalantly. 

Ace took a moment to take in that statement before asking, astonished, “What?”

“Yeah. He said he saw blood on your bathroom counter and got scared. Kicked it in the first try. Meg and Jeff attested to that.” Claudette yawned again. “After everything, Felix gave Meg his wallet and told her to have the motel charge him for the damages.”

“Why didn’t he go and do it himself?” Ace questioned, gaze narrowed.

“He was covered in blood,” Claudette said, paused to look up at the ceiling, then added, “and vomit.”

Ace’s eyes grew wide as all he could do was stare out into the living room in front of him. 

“Did...I—?,” Ace asked quietly, detesting the thought.

Claudette’s lips pulled into a very tight smile as she slowly nodded. “You did. All over his legs.”

Ace let his head fall back in embarrassment. Another groan left his throat, not from pain but from shame. He pinched the top of his nose. In all the years of his life that Ace could remember, puking on someone was something he could safely say he’d never done. Of course, the one time he slips and does it’s all over the man he—

Could he say ‘loves’ anymore? Would ‘loved’ (past tense) be more fitting? Both felt right, and both felt wrong at the same time. Sure, his talk with Kate earlier helped focus his feelings of the German a little. But Ace didn’t know how to be honest with himself—didn’t know how to admit that he still cared for Felix. Living a life filled with nothing but lies and sleight of hand, Ace never was honest with himself if he thought about it.

All the inner voices convinced Ace using lies to force him down the road he was on; a road that got him nowhere.

One more hand.

One more drink. 

One more hit.

Then there were the hidden lies, ones that seem truthful on the surface, in the moment:

You’re better off alone.

He doesn’t love you, and you don’t love him.

The hurtful lies. 

“Ace.”

Claudette’s voice pulled him out of his own head, directing his attention back to her in the present.

“Yeah?”

“You’re crying honey.”

Ace raised a hand to his cheek, surprised to find it wet. 

“What’s wrong?” Claudette asked, not pressing but still voicing concern.

Ace shook his head and wiped the tear away. “I just…”

Claudette waited patiently. Nothing in her demeanor tried to push for answers or appeared impatient. She simply sat there as Ace felt his heartstrings come undone.

“Is he here?” Ace barely managed to say without a shaky voice. 

Claudette nodded. “He’s asleep upstairs.”

“I haven’t seen him since…”

Since I ditched him on the driveway, Ace wanted to say but kept it down, suffocated in his throat. 

“He was with you the entire time. Made sure you were okay. Carried you from the motel to the car, then to here when we got home. He only left your side because Élodie and I physically dragged him away. He took a shower and passed out after that.”

Ace nodded in understanding. Felix deserved to sleep; he’d done so much today, most of it with Ace in mind. But, that selfish instinct Ace knew all too well longed to have Felix beside him right now. Sleep or not. Cordial or not. Ace didn’t care. He just wanted Felix near him—not a floor’s worth of distance apart. 

“Do you want me to go get him?” Claudette asked, like she’d been reading his mind for the past minute.

Ace opened his mouth but quickly shut it then shook his head. “I don’t want to bother him anymore.”

“You haven’t bothered him, Ace.”

“Of course I have. I’ve caused him so much hassle. And for what? I know he hates me.”

“Ace,” Claudette sighed, sitting forward and bringing her legs up to cross in front of her. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, and I don’t want to know, it’s not my business. However, you weren’t here at dinner. You didn’t see the wreck that he was, drinking by himself outside. I don’t believe for a second he hates you.

“Now, I don’t know what he did, and honestly, if it’s anything too bad I know you have Kate to straighten him out if you want.”

Ace nodded at that comment. Kate had offered, far too many times to be a joke at this point, to fly to Germany and knock Felix’s head clean off his shoulders. 

“But, after tonight, seeing what he’d do or go through to make sure you were okay, I really don’t think there’s anything he wouldn’t do for you.” Claudette shrugged. “Maybe it’s his way of trying to make things right, or maybe it’s because he really cares for you and doesn’t want to see you hurt anymore.”

Ace slowly unscrewed the cap of his bottle and took a sip, trying to distract himself from letting the tears well up and run down his face again. 

“Ace, he is here for you. He flew out here for you, we both know that.”

Blinking back tears, Ace nodded again. A moment later, he felt Claudette’s gentle fingers wrap around his free hand. His eyes inspected her touch then trailed up to her eyes again. He hadn’t realized it before, but Claudette looked exhausted; the yawning should have tipped him off. 

“I’ll go get you another bottle of that, then I’ll go get him. Is that okay?”

Ace squeezed her hand and nodded. “Thanks Claud.”

“Of course honey,” Claudette whispered with a smile, squeezed his hand one more time before getting up from the couch. She tossed the TV remote on the cushion next to Ace and left for the kitchen. 

How had he gotten so lucky to have a friend like Claudette, Ace wondered.

Alone on the couch, his brain spiraled into a bombardment of worry. Thoughts of inadequacies and shortcomings came to mind, telling Ace to give up before he even had the chance to try. 

What could you possibly say to make things right? You already told him you couldn’t forgive him.

Ace was kicking himself. Why had he said that?

Fear. Fear and pride.

Pride at the fact that the one thing Ace wanted an apology for was the one thing he didn’t get. But, it was the fear that really drove Ace away. The fear of forgiving. To take Felix back was to put the question in the air, would Felix leave me again? Ace didn’t want the answer to that question—the answer scared him. So, instead, Ace sheltered himself, telling Felix, “No, I can’t forgive you.” Because losing Felix now would be a lot easier down the line then having, loving, and then losing him all over again. 

Claudette returned briefly to set another water bottle down on the coffee table before walking for the stairs leading to the second floor. The further away she walked, the more Ace’s heart raced. He didn’t have anything prepared to say to Felix. Nothing at all. 

After a few seconds of panicking, Ace heard the soft jingles of something coming from the hallway behind him. Basil came into view over the long sectional of the couch a moment later, her collar jangling as she trotted over to Ace’s side.

Ace smiled and rested his hand on her head for slow pets as she sat down next to him. “You really are the best dog, you know that?”

Basil seemed to agree, licking his hand before resting her chin on the couch next to his legs, seemingly willing to be there for as long as Ace felt uneasy. If this conversation went how Ace believed it would then he was going to have Basil by his side until the sun came up.

* * *

Blinding yellow light flooded the conscious part of Felix’s awareness, waking him up immediately. Quick to react, Felix pulled the corner of his pillow over his eyes, relieving them with the comfort of darkness again.

"Was zur Hölle,” Felix groaned, cursing the person who’d torture him in such a way.

“I don’t speak German, Felix.”

Claudette? Felix questioned, suddenly confused. Remembering where he was and hearing the click of a lightswitch being flipped, Felix dared open his eyes again to the room and found everything completely black. 

“Sorry,” Felix said with gravel in his voice and pinched his dry eyes shut. “What time is it?”

“2-ish,” Claudette answered.

“Why am I awake at such an hour, Claudette?” Felix asked, not hiding the annoyance he felt.

“Because Ace is awake downstairs and wants to talk to you.”

In an instant, whatever negative feeling he harbored against Claudette waking him up flushed out of his system, replaced with the familiar coils of anxiety. Even though he was staring into a black abyss, Felix’s eyes widened. He threw his sheets back, finding a surge of energy to launch him out of bed. 

“Is he okay? What’s happened?” Felix asked, suddenly realizing he’d gone to bed with no shirt on. The chill of the room bit at his exposed skin, making Felix desperately search the dark. 

As if sharing in his predicament, another light (less blinding this time) radiated from the doorway. Claudette had turned on her phone’s flashlight and held it down, facing the floor. It was enough for Felix to find his suitcase at the foot of the bed and begin to rifle through it. 

“Nothing happened. He’s okay,” Claudette whispered. “He’s tired, kind of out of it, but awake.”

“He should be sleeping,” Felix commented as he rolled a white t-shirt over his head and chest.

“He’s been sleeping. Now he wants to talk,” Claudette insisted, her tone carrying no emotion. She sounded tired, Felix noted. It was 2 in the morning, of course she was tired. 

Felix could only imagine what Ace wanted to talk about. His accident (likely). His addiction (less likely). Maybe he wanted to start up on their talk from earlier again. Maybe he had more to say regarding that. Felix hoped that wasn’t the answer. He’d had enough heartache today, he didn’t feel like he could take much more.

“Thank you Claudette.”

Felix moved to step out of the room, but was promptly stopped by Claudette’s hand on his chest.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but know this, Felix.”

Felix stared down at the woman, now more scared than he was before. Was Claudette going to chew him out too?

“Ace did not want me to come up here and wake you up.”

Oh, Felix thought. So this is Claudette’s idea.

“Mainly because Ace believes he’d be bothering you.”

Felix’s eyebrows pinched together, his previous understanding thrown for a loop. 

“It’s not possible for Ace to bother me,” Felix admitted, meaning every word.

“I figured, but he doesn’t believe that.” Claudette paused and dropped her hand back down to her side. “But still, he wanted to know where you were. And I could see it in his face, he was happy to know you were okay and that you were sleeping.”

Claudette’s eyes flicked up and locked with Felix’s, her exhaustion replaced with a forceful determination. “With that being said, go down there and fix whatever’s broken between you two. Or let him fix it. It’s very obvious that the both of you are too infatuated with the other to keep living apart like this.”

Felix was glad to see more than just Élodie on his side when it came to his and Ace’s relationship. After their fight, Felix felt like he had no one—that everyone was just trying to keep their distance and not get caught in the crossfire. What a breath of fresh air it was to have someone like Claudette back in his life.

Instead of simply nodding or doing as Claudette said, Felix took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her into a proper hug. Claudette, shocked at first, relaxed and hugged Felix back, rubbing his back for as long as he stayed there.

“That’s what I plan to do. Thank you, Claudette.”

“You’re welcome sweetie.”

“Please, go to bed,” Felix said with one final squeeze. “You out of all of us have earned the rest.”

Claudette let go and yawned into her fist. “That was my plan, actually. Wake me up if you or Ace need anything.”

“Will do.”

Felix smiled down at Claudette then stepped around her, walking down the hallway towards the stairs—determined to make things right between him and Ace the second time around.

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#dead by daylight fanfiction #riconti #ace visconti #felix richter #elodie rakoto #haddie kaur #meg thomas #jeff johansen #claudette morel #dbd #dbd fanfic

[whispatchet]

The difficulties of deciding on characters to send Qs about for Ask memes, when I love all of your characters (bar the bastards) so very much…

Rai, Haddy, Korvits: 2, 8… & 10 if you have the spoons.

2. What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

Rai showers every three to four days, more often if having gotten messy in the garden or gone to paint fest or done lots of exercise. He has a shower soap that smells sort of petrichor ish, but nothing too fragrant. He has a black shower puff and likes lots of bubbles, washing all over to be a bubble monster before rinsing off. He also likes to make bubble hats and moustaches if he's feeling silly.

Haddy more sits near the shower than in it. He likes the steam from it, and uses a wash cloth to clean his skin, one cloth for soap, another cloth for clean water. He'd have to be pretty dirty to want to rinse under the water. And even then not on his wings. His wings need a very delicate touch with a damp microfibre cloth. Not only does the shower hurt his wings, if they're wet they can't buzz right and if he can't buzz he can't see, so, no thank you.

Korvits doesn't really... bathe? He is a fire based pumpkin scarecrow so water isn't really something that meshes with him really well. Not to say that he doesn't wash, but he tends to burn dirt off his clothes with fire, and just uses Prestidigitation to get anything more uncooperative.

8. Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

Rai has a double bed to himself, and his sheets are dark blue with gold stars on. He also has a starry quilt and pillow cases. He has a plushie monkey that stays on top of the pillow when he isn't sleeping. There are glow in the dark stars on the wall and ceiling, and spare blankets under the bed. He has really nice soft pjs, which also have stars. He has a star thing going on for some reason :P

Haddy also has exclusive use of a double bed, though it is distinctly devoid of any decorations. He just has white sheets and pillows, but these are super duper soft, and he keeps them clean. He has a double big pillow instead of a normal one which he drapes himself on when he sleeps. He either goes for a backless tee or just goes shirtless when he sleeps.

Korvits presently is staying in Gibbs' room in Macabre Manor in Halloween Town. It's decorated to the nines but it sort of came that way,and all the spare rooms in the Manor look the same. Any decorations in the place Gibbs put there, rather than him. With the exception of the wooden stand he made for Gibbs' birthday shenanigans snowglobes.

10. What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.) 

Rai has lots of useful things in his hammerspace, but he particularly keeps his wand and his spell focus in his pockets so he can't fumble them. He also keeps a little notebook with PORTABLE CASE BOARD written on the front. In case he needs to take notes.

Haddy doesn't go anywhere without his cane if he can help it. Being blind it's sort of essential for him to be able to get around properly. Also it's a sword.

Korvits doesn't have pockets as such, he really relies on the hammerspace to keep stuff with him. But marshmallows are absolutely always available in there, and he also has his carving tools in hand a lot.

[raebaekaedae]

Volume One, Episode Seven: “Extracurricular”

Series: SCWR Rating: PG-13 (Foul Language, Violence against Fantasy Monsters, Violence, Death Mentioned, Prominent Themes, Themes of Racism) Summary: (3,583 words) “Finally healed and ready to return to action, Hadrian ends up trapped underground with Ryder after an extra credit mission goes awry. With no where to go but up, the boys will have to work together to escape the cavern crawling with Creeps. However, Haddy’s unsure of what will kill him first... the grimm or his awkward attempts to get to know his quietest teammate.”

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How could one person be so heavy? Hadrian heaved along with Ryder's torso thrown over his upper back, securing him by his scaled arms as his cheek was pressed into Haddy's shoulder. Sweat, iron, oil, and moldy dirt bombarded his nose. He could feel his fellow faunus's feet dragging along the ground, but he really couldn't help that Ryder was a solid six-and-a-half feet tall. His first day without that stupid sling in over a week, and he had to spend it trapped underground in a musty cave caked in a mildewy smell.

His scroll was secured in his teeth with the flashlight pointed forward, feebly trying to illuminate any obstacles; however, it was mostly just making annoying shadows that obscured said obstacles. When he stumbled over yet another loose rock, he let out an echoing growl of irritation. The sound reverberated quietly off the walls of the cave, slowly disappearing into the darkness behind them.

Haddy grumbled as he readjusted Ryder's weight on his back, pushing on into the cave system. As he sighed once again, he thought back to a few hours ago, before all this happened.

"Field trip!" Robyn excitedly shouted as she jumped up into the air with her arms and legs spread. Ryder caught her on her way down and set her back on the ground with a roll of his yellow eyes.

Monroe sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she asked, "Really? On the weekend?" The other students gathered around the student message board all groaned, some of the older fourth years and even bolder thirds even started to walk away.

"Welllllll, not exactly," the redhead drew out, snatching the flyer from off the poster board and reading it over, "It says here that Mrs. Heather is offering extra credit for each picture of a different grimm that you can take with your scroll by the end of the day."

"Sounds like a pain," Monroe said, linking her fingers behind her head as she sighed.

Hadrian, however, walked up behind Robyn and started reading the flyer over her shoulder. After a moment, he smirked, "It's worth it though. Ten points on your choice of attendance, test, or participation per grimm."

When Monroe again didn't look enthused, the husky faunus nonchalantly expanded, "It'd be perfect for three, unnamed students who skipped out on a class covering regional grimm-- in which their valiant leader had to cover for and tutor them-- and they lost precious attendance and participation points in said class, dropping them to B-averages."

The blonde pirate looked over at Haddy with a raised brow and judgmental frown. Ryder, however, chuckled as he walked over and started to look over the flyer as well. After a moment, the trio looked back to their secret leader and dug into her with shit-eating grins. Monroe huffed out a sigh and rolled her eyes before also joining them to read the instructions.

She pouted as she glanced over the flyer, "If we want to get our grades back up to A's, we'll each need four grimm; two for attendance and two for participation."

"No problemo," Robyn chirped with a smile, "We can easily grab an Ursa, Beowolf, and Boarbatusk in the Emerald Forest."

Haddy rubbed his chin as he thought, "Yeah, but what about the last one? Sure there are Deathstalkers and King Taijitu out there, but they're pretty rare. How about a Nevermore?"

"Too quick and small," the blonde replied, "Goliath?"

"The closest herd is out by Mount Glenn, too far to get there and back before sundown," Hadrian sighed. When his teammates turned to look at him with surprise in their eyes, he nervously laughed, "I might have done a little research after our Goliath fight."

With a laugh, Robyn jumped up and ruffled Hadrian's hair. As he batted her away and started to smooth out his hair, Ryder spoke up, "What 'bout a Creep?"

The trio looked at him, before weighing their options. Monroe remarked, "They are indigenous to the Forest..."

However, Robyn quickly added, "We'd have to split up though. They're usually found underground."

"Not a problem," Haddy smiled, standing on his tiptoes to wrap an arm around Ryder's scaled shoulders, "Ryder and I can go spelunking while you guys find the easy shots."

He honestly just wanted a chance to bond with his fellow faunus...

Almost immediately, Robyn and Monroe looked at each other. He could have been wrong, but the husky was sure that he'd seen concern in their eyes. However, before he could ask, Ryder nodded, "Sound's good t' me."

Robyn hesitated before she reached a hand up to Ryder's forearm and asked, "You sure, R?" The brutish armadillo only nodded.

"Okay," Monroe decided, clapping her hands together before continuing, "Everyone's got their roles. Just make sure to grab pictures from four different angles so we can each use them for the credit."

As his mind cleared and returned to the present, he was reminded of the girls' behavior at Ryder's mention of going underground. He didn't seem apprehensive or frightened, but then again no one suspected his fear of Beowolves until he was half-dead in a field needing to be rescued. His pale eyes turned back to his friend as he slept.

They'd just entered the narrow of the cave when the Creeps came burrowing out of the walls. He didn't have time to even activate his semblance before the ceiling was caving in. If Ryder hadn't thrown himself over top of him, he'd have surely been crushed. Unfortunately, the scaled faunus hadn't been so lucky. Just as the tremor was dying down, a rock struck him in the back of the head and knocked him unconscious... His aura must have broken or gotten too close to it from the debris without Haddy noticing.

He cursed himself briefly for having to be saved, again, before he sighed. At least that meant that he had people who cared about him. As if on cue, Ryder started to rouse as a soft groan echoed through his chest. Immediately, Hadrian stopped, looking back at his friend as he lowered him to the ground. As he leaned back against the cold, damp cave wall, Ryder rubbed his head.

"Wha' happ'n'd?" The armadillo asked, his faunus eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light.

Haddy sat down indian-style in front of him, propping his elbows up on his knees as he finally took the light from his mouth. He worked his sore jaw for a moment before answering, "The Creeps took out the structural support and caused a cave-in. I think we fell down a level or two."

Ryder sighed and leaned his head back so that it rested against the stone wall as he stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Haddy examined his expression as the same emotionless look stained Ryder's face. After a moment, the armadillo faunus stood up and offered his partner a hand. With a half-frown, the husky joined him.

Without much more, Ryder headed off in the same direction Hadrian had been heading while he was unconscious. Quickly, the husky joined him, shining the light from his scroll ahead in the cave. He watched as Ryder silently examined the cave walls while walking down the claustrophobic corridor. He almost had to lean down so that his head didn't scrape against the jagged ceiling.

Against his better judgment, Haddy swung his arms back and forth awkwardly and slowly drew out, "So... Ryder..."

The scaled faunus glanced back at him, wordlessly signaling that he was paying attention. Hadrian instinctively looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck and continued, "Uh, 'Roe and Rob seemed... kinda... hesitant about you coming down here..." The husky swallowed hard as Ryder remained quiet.

After a moment, he shrugged and turned back forward, explaining, "Yeah..." Ryder briefly paused before sighing, "My paren's died in'a dust mine when I w's a kid."

Great freaking job, Hadrian.

"Oh," he replied with a squeak in his voice, "I'm, uh, sorry to hear that..."

"I's all good, man. Not'chur fault..." Ryder answered solemnly, continuing to lead them through the cave system.

The pair of boys walked in silence for a few minutes, Hadrian too afraid of bringing up any more awkward topics of conversation and Ryder being his usual, quiet self. However, being left alone with his thoughts brought another question to Haddy's mind. He waited another moment or so before he took a deep breath and tested the waters again.

"You're from Menagerie, right?" He asked. When Ryder nodded in response, the husky quietly remarked, "There, um... aren't any dust mines in Menagerie..."

"Tha's right..." the armadillo replied after a moment, still not turning around to face his friend.

Hadrian was more than willing to let it go, but after a moment Ryder took a deep breath and sighed, "I grew up 'n Menagerie, but I w's born 'n Mantle, like you..."

The husky swallowed the lump in his throat as Ryder came to a stop and leaned back against the cave wall while he crossed his arms.

Haddy halted as well and listened as his quiet friend explained, "My folks weren't 's bad off 's alot'a tha people down 'n Mantle, but'cha know... i's still no Atlas...

"When I w's born, they both start'd workin' f'r tha Schnee Dust Comp'ny. Got trap't in'a cave-in. Coron'r said they prolly died as'a result'a tha residu'l dust 'xplodin'. I don't rememb'r nuthin' 'bout 'em, 'cause I's sent t' live with my uncles 'n Menagerie right aft'r. I w's two."

With a sigh and shrug, Ryder finished, "So, y'know... Cade an' Robby 're less th'n happy when I 'ave ta go und'rgroun'..."

Hadrian listened intently, hanging on every word until he was done. After a minute to collect himself, Haddy asked, "And you're not?"

Again, Ryder only shrugged before replying, "Not really... d'dn't kill me, so I ain't worried."

"That's..." Hadrian started, unable to find the right word.

"Morb'd?" The scaled faunus chuckled. Haddy could only slowly nod in response, so Ryder continued, "Y'know, if ya worry 'bout ev'ry lil' thin' that happ'n'd t' ev'ryone, you'd b' scar'd'a ev'rythin'. Sometime's ya jus' gotta leave tha past 'n tha past or it'll drag ya down in tha pres'nt..."

Something about that struck a chord in Hadrian. Honestly, it reminded him a lot of some of the wisdoms that Tadashi used to tell him and his team in bleak moments. Tall, kind-hearted, stoic, and quiet... he could see the similarities between the two. They could have been great friends in another life. Ironically, they would have had a lot to talk about.

As the boys' short break came to an end, Ryder pushed himself off the wall and motioned for Haddy to follow him. They followed the light from their scrolls through the damp cave system. They were walking on an incline, so it was assumed they were headed back towards the surface. After about another ten minutes of silence, Haddy couldn't take it anymore.

"Why'd you wanna be a Huntsman anyway?" He asked curiously.

They were walking side-by-side at this point, so Hadrian could clearly see the smirk and cocked eyebrow as Ryder smiled, "It w's eith'r th's 'r a dust mine."

The husky laughed, "Oh, so you've got jokes now?"

"Figur'd s'nce I told ya my 'trag'c backstory', I'd light'n up," Ryder replied, still smirking.

Hadrian chuckled as the armadillo elaborated, "I dunno, really. Just seem'd like tha right thin' ta do. I'm strong, an' I'm able t' prot'ct people. So... Huntsm'n Acad'my 't was..." Ryder paused as he looked down at the fluffy-tailed faunus and asked, "What 'bout you?"

"Well..." the husky started, rubbing the back of his neck, "I had this exaggerated idea of what being a Huntsman was as a kid. I thought it was all adventure, glory, and money... and growing up with nothing... well, it just seemed like a dream come true. Honestly though..."

He paused, shaking his head before solemnly repeating, "It really was either this or a dust mine..."

Ryder silently listened as he continued, "Leon-- my brother-- and I crafted our weapons based on designs that our dad left behind before he disappeared doing the job. We didn't use them to fight grimm so much as to hunt and keep our mom fed. We would sell the pelts for more ammunition, but after that we weren't left with much... if any. It wasn't going to work in the long run.

"So, I decided that I was going to apply to Atlas Academy's first-- and only-- Faunus Outreach Program. Leo did too. We were the only two who actually applied through the program. Guess no one else thought they were being serious. We were awarded scholarships and placed on an all-faunus team with the only other faunus in our year; both of whom got in through legitimate-- albeit a little back-handed-- means. Together we were four of the six total faunus enrolled at Atlas Academy.

"If we hadn't signed up, we'd both be at the bottom of a dust mine right now..." Hadrian sighed, finishing his long-winded rant. After a moment he glanced up to see Ryder looking down at him intently, so he quickly added, "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to carry on like that..."

With a half-smile, the scaled faunus raised a hand up to stop him as he replied, "Don't worry... I like ta list'n."

Somehow, that wasn't surprising. After another few quiet minutes of spelunking, the pair came into a wide, open cavern. There were three, rocky columns holding up the ceiling where stalactites hung and dripped water into a shallow puddle in the base of the cave. It was dark, but light flooded into the hollow from an opening collapsed in the roof. The boys could see the beginning of the evening sky between thick tree trunks and the emerald canopy. The only problem was that their escape was about twenty feet up.

"Well... we can get out through there... if we can make it..." Haddy frowned as he rubbed the back of his head.

The faunus had to slide down a small dip to reach the bottom of the cavern. As their feet splashed into the ankle-deep water, a familiar rumbling started to shake the walls. Before they could arm themselves, Creeps began to burrow into the underground room by the tens. Instantly, Ryder and Hadrian fell back-to-back as they pulled out their weapons. The husky nimbly leaned around his partner, sniping the entering grimm, as the armadillo shifted Allegheny into its minigun form and sprayed down any that got close.

They were quickly overwhelmed though, forcing the boys to switch to melee combat. Ryder swung the extended barrel of his gun up, smacking a Creep on the underside of its jaw and sending it flying, as he transferred it back into its warhammer form. Continuing with his momentum from the swing, he whipped around and smashed into three of the grimm that had tried to take him from behind. As he spun around, the dark-skinned faunus swept downward in an over-head arch, crushing one of the Creeps beneath the face of Allegheny.

Beside him, the husky faunus spryly limboed under the handle of the warhammer before he sunk his picks into the head of an approaching subterranean monster that was poised to attack his partner from behind. He twirled around, flinging the body of the grimm into an approaching hoard, sending them staggering back. Quickly, Haddy jumped up, flipping in the air and using Ryder's shoulder for support before falling into a roll to protect the armadillo's back.

As a Creep crept up from behind and charged, Haddy's instincts kicked in. Just as the grimm came into range, the husky whipped around-- putting all his strength into his riposte-- and met its armored maw with the tip of his ice pick. The black skin of the subterranean monster reverberated with shock waves as it shot backwards and turned to goop. He didn't know he had that in him.

The grimm kept coming though, pouring out of the tunnels they had already dug out. After a few minutes, Hadrian stumbled back into Ryder, who was breathing heavily. He could see the golden specks of the dark-skinned faunus's aura starting to falter. Haddy himself was starting to get a little winded. They needed a new strategy.

Ryder seemed to have the same idea as he asked, "Cant'chu use y'ur sembl'nce ta zip 'round an' t'ke these thin's out fr'm b'h'nd?"

"No," he answered, redirecting a jumping attack from another Creep, "The water is going to put up too much resistance. It'll be like trying to run in three-and-a-half feet of snow."

With a huff, Ryder nodded, bringing his hammer down on another pair of approaching grimm. That did give Hadrian an idea though as his eyes drifted down to the water where his feet shifted in the dark, murky liquid. As the cogs turned in his head, the husky leapt into the air to avoid a sweeping tail attack from one of the grimm. When he landed, and planted his pick firmly behind the thick plating of the Creep's armored hide, his plan came together.

"Ryder!" he shouted, gathering his fellow faunus's attention before he explained, "If you can use some dust to freeze the water and trap the grimm that are already in here, I can close up the tunnels. That should give us enough time to climb out of here."

With a smirk, Ryder gave him a thumbs-up as he shifted Allegheny back into its gun form, whacking another Creep on his way. He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a large dust cartridge, snapping it into the underside of the minigun. Hadrian had just enough time to jump up and sink one of his picks into a column before the armadillo opened fire. Suddenly, hundreds of icy shards were pelting into the water and freezing it solid. The bipedal grimm didn't have time to react as they were stuck in the ice.

Haddy didn't have a lot of time to close off the tunnels before they would be flooded with more Creeps. He checked his dwindling dust supplies with a heavy heart as he pulled several of the cartridges out. There were five tunnels total, so he'd have to exhaust pretty much everything he had. In an instant, he assembled Sleigh into its rifle and pushed in the first magazine of dust.

He shot his remaining two ice containers, his last two earth, and had to get creative with his incendiary shot to collapse the final tunnel. With each discharge, he flicked the guard of his rifle down and reloaded with another set of elemental ammunition. When he was done, he lowered Sleigh and waited to see if his plan had worked. When nothing happened, Hadrian breathed a sigh of relief.

When he turned to look for his partner, he watched as Ryder took the last picture needed for their extra credit. In all honesty, Haddy had completely forgotten about the reason they were even in the cave. The scaled faunus smiled as he awkwardly tried to slide towards his friend on the ice. With a chuckle, Haddy clicked his heels together and allowed a set of thin blades to jut out from the soles of his boots, transforming them into crampons.

Ryder watched with an interested gleam in his eyes as Hadrian hiked over to him and took an arm to help guide him towards their exit. Before they made it to the base of the rocky wall, the armadillo remarked, "Ya got any more Atlas trink'ts ya wanna show me?"

With a devious smirk, Haddy replied, "Not right now."

It didn't take nearly as long to climb out of the cavern as they'd originally thought it would. That didn't stop them from only making by the skin of their teeth though. As soon as Ryder pulled himself through the cave entrance, the shaking started back up and new tunnels were drilled into the cavern. The pair watched as even more Creeps flooded the hollow expanse they'd just been trapped in.

The faunus exchanged a glance before they laughed and shared a celebratory fist bump.

Hadrian started walking back towards Vale when Ryder initiated a conversation for the first time since they'd met, "Uh, Haddy?"

"Yeah?" the husky replied, turning back to see that the scaled faunus hadn't moved yet. He stopped with a confused look on his face.

Ryder sighed as he remarked, "Ya said sumthin' 'bout a scholarsh'p back 'n Atlas?"

Oh, he did not like where this was going. Hadrian rubbed the back of his neck as he quietly answered, "Uh, yeah."

"An' y'ur family not havin' alot'a money," the armadillo continued.

"Yeah..."

"Then... how're ya affordin' all tha expenses of bein' a Huntsm'n-'n-trainin'? Like ammo, dust, an' repairs?"

Haddy turned away as he nervously laughed back, "Well, uh... I'm not?"

Ryder frowned as he closed the distance between them and crossed his scaled arms. Quickly, the husky clarified, "I'm looking for a part-time gig though. I figure there's enough stores in Vale that could be looking for an extra set of hands."

The dark-skinned faunus was quiet for a long time before he rolled his eyes with a half-smile and clapped a strong hand on Hadrian's shoulder. With a chuckle, he said, "I got a buddy who owns a stall in tha market. He us'lly works week'nds. 'E could use tha help."

With a half-hearted smile, Haddy shrugged, "I dunno, man. I'd rather find something without any help."

Ryder laughed as he wrapped his arm around Hadrian's shoulders and the pair started back towards the city, "Tha great thin' 'bout havin' frien's is that they're gonna help no matt'r what..."

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“So…”

“So what? Why do you look like you’re about to explode?”

“Because I am!” Robin exclaimed, twitching with anxiety. 

“What’re you waiting for?” Two could play at this game, and after knowing Robin for as long as you did, it was easy to play by her convoluted rules. 

“Oh I don’t know-” She acted all faux ignorance. “For some good news or something.”

“Well… I do have something interesting to share…”

You’d string it out for as long as you could, watching the girl slap a block of clay on the wheel and press the pedal into motion. Maybe you could get another mug out of this conversation the longer you played. “Steve asked me out to coffee, you wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?”

“What, me? Never.”

“Well, you don’t seem surprised. Kind of like you already knew it was going to happen. Almost like it was your idea to begin with?”

“Did he tell you that! I’m going to kill him…” she murmured.

“He doesn’t like coffee!” You scolded, a winning smile prematurely gracing your features. 

“He didn’t like coffee back when you knew him four years ago. He’s a single father, I bet he lives off of black coffee and pure adrenaline.”

“So that’s the story your going to stick to? That it wasn’t your idea, that you didn’t put him up to it?”

“I’m sticking to it.” Her hands moved gracefully, whether playing the notes of her trumpet or forming a beautiful vase or glass out of nothing. It was the only graceful thing about her. “So, when are you going on your hot date?” Though you were both older now, every conversation, every time you two hung out together it was as if you were back in Mrs. Click’s class. What you wouldn’t give to go back 6 years…

“Next week. After parent-teacher conferences. Which means… someone’s watching Haddie.” Swallowing a bit selfishly, you hoped that to be the case anyway. Not that Steve bringing his daughter on the first date would be an instant turn-off. You were loosing focus now, letting your mind run rampant with the possibilities and expectations you conjured up, and every time that happened you found yourself being woefully let down. 

Steve being only one of the culprits.

Maybe you had gone back 6 years.

“I am.”

She said it so matter-of-factly, so smug, eyes never leaving her creation sat wet and glistening on the potters wheel, that you were sure she almost wanted you to ask her to repeat herself just so she could say it again. “I’m watching Haddie.”

“What? How? When did this happen?”

It came with another story, another mug and a vase for you to add to your mantlepeice, a private collection of your friends best work.

It happened last week.

It was hard to believe that a day like today could happen in Septemeber. September 25th to be exact. Where there was supposed to be rain and damp leaves littering the ground, the sun was out and it was a surprisingly mild 63 degrees and you claimed you’d be the world’s worst teacher ever if you didn’t allow the kiddos a little extra time outside. That’s how the whole afternoon was spent; after storytime and circletime, arts and crafts center leaving glitter on the floor, their little hands, and even in the occasion hair or pigtail, the kids chased eachother around the grass, some built in the sandbox, and others giggled on the swings. 

You claimed you had become the world’s worst teacher too for having a favorite but-

“Miss. Y/N! Help!” Running to the rescue before she imploded, you were by Haddie’s side, crouched to meet her at her level, asking what was the matter. She merely kicked her feet angrily but didn’t get anywhere. “Push!”

“Haddie, how do you ask?”

“Push please?” She sugarcoated the phrase with a familiar pink pout and if it weren’t for those deeply familiar eyes you wouldn’t have given into her so easily. But you rose to your feet and gave her a little push, instructed her how to pump her feet to build momentum, and soon she was swinging until sunset. 

Or near sunset anyway. The sun dipped lower in the sky, turning it a slightly darker shade of blue, the light golden and warm and cozy. The other children were home, but Haddie hadn’t giving up her new skill, swinging all by herself as the sun continued to go down. 

Steve was supposed to have been here by now. A phone call to the number he left with you went unanswered, radio silent, kicking up a pulling nausea in your stomach. Something you were grateful you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Come on Haddie, it’s getting cold, let’s go inside, we can do some coloring while we wait for Daddy.”

“Where’s Daddy?” She asked, and for some reason it hurt your heart more than you anticipated to have to tell her you didn’t know. Hoping to ease any of her little anxieties, you clasped her hand in yours and led her back to the front.

“Daddy!” She screamed, letting go and running towards him against your protests to be careful and safe.

A sigh of relief washed over you as he picked her up into his arms, giving her a big squeeze,  a calcutalted kiss to her temple.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m so late. I…  I lost track of time, I burnt dinner I….”

“Hey, it’s ok. We were having a good time, isn’t that right?”

Haddie nodded, you feeling thankful that she hadn’t felt the same crippling defeat that you did that he was never coming back. 

He had changed.

For her.

You tried not to let any of it sting, which proved harder than you would have liked.

“Well, I owe you one, really. Anything Y/N/N. How about a coffee date?”

“Steve, you don’t have to. It’s my job, really.” Though you didn’t want to admit how much more this meant to you. “You don’t owe me anything. Just keep being a good dad to this little one here, she loves you a lot.”

On cue, Haddie slung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek over and over again.

“Are you sure? Come on, just a coffee.”

Somehow it felt wrong. It felt like he was serving you pity in a glass disguised as a thank you. As much as your heart wanted it to be a date, you hadn’t missed the nuance that he had burnt dinner, and something told you it wasn’t just dinner for him and Haddie. 

Watching you, he knew you hadn’t changed. Not in the slightest. Four years was a long time, but looking at you again, as if for the first time, the sunset washing you in a flattering rainbow of light, he was convinced he was looking in a mirror. A mirror to the past. Where you were still the smartest girl at Hawkin’s High, tied with Nancy of course. You were president of the debate club, school treasurer, and when dealing with all of those titles plus badass babysitter number two alongside Steve, he was the only one who knew you well enough to know you were too stubborn to quit and reliqinuish the debate club or student council position to anyone else you believed didn’t deserve it. Stubbornness worn thick like a coat, he was just a friend who knew how to break through your shield. 

With somewhere to be five minutes ago according to the gold hands of his watch, he took it as a loss, mentally keeping track of the score and it turns out the odds were still not in his favor; the world 3, Steve 0. 

“So he invited us over for dinner, steak and roast potatoes he learned from some cooking show I think, though it’s Steve so it was like burnt to a nearly inedible crisp. And Dustin and Lucas and Max were there, and the dinner was paired with non-stop questions- where he was, why he left. And he answered some of them, told me the parts he wouldn’t tell the kids while they showed Haddie how to play D&D. She’s four, I know, but Dustin claimed it’s a game for all and age doesn’t matter. She’ll be the best dungeon master if she starts now, according to him. And I mean, it makes sense why he left, but it makes more sense why he came back. Though it’s been hard on him, I mean, he sees the kids and he sees them as just that, still kids, can’t get his head around that they’re adults in college. I think he beats himself up that he missed so much.”

“Well that was his choice.” It sounded more bitter than you expected. All while you listened, you started formulating questions of your own that you wanted answers to. Why had he invited them all over but you? Why did he leave? There were a thousand more you could have asked, all sharing one similarity. Why? 

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” She didn’t finish the sentence, nor did she have to. You could play the game just as good as anyone else, fill in the blanks. I didn’t mean to upset you. I didn’t mean to make you jealous. He didn’t mean to leave you out, I’m sure.

“And he asked you to babysit?” You sighed, bringing the topic of conversation back to the beginning. 

“Yeah. And I said yes of course. Your right, she’s just as cool as her Auntie Robin. I’m gonna let her go crazy here.” 

“When was this?” You asked again. 

“Tuesday, why?”

You remembered the day, of course you did. Staying late with Haddie, Steve asking you on a coffee date. That wasn’t Tuesday, that was Monday. Maybe he had burnt the dinner in preparation for the next day, obviously unsuccessful. 

Tuesday of last week, Tuesday was the day he showed up with an extra coffee for you just the way you liked it. He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal that four years later he was just a friend who still had your order memorized. 

“Since you refused my offer last night.” He offered it to you, radiating an energy you’d never experienced from him before. From others, from yourself, it was a coy shyness that rendered you speechless at the most impromptu times, ears and cheeks too pink to hide. “Maybe you’ll say yes today?”

Steve looked different, acted a bit different around you now, but he was the same hopeless romantic he always had been, but it just wasn’t so hidden anymore. He asked you out to coffee again, or dinner this time, with the red writing on the side of your cup.

“It’s a date.” You agreed, leaving you feeling like a schoolgirl again and leaving him with the overwhelming feeling that he had made the right decision of moving back to Hawkins.

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Ash & Blossom Hart, Day 84, Part 2

Ember: Do you still have that project you did for Uncle Ad when you were in Year 9?

Ash: Yeah, but you can't copy it. He'd know.

Blossom: Ember Ivy Hart, do your own homework!

Ember: I didn't want to copy it! Just use it for inspiration...

Blossom: Uh-huh...

Haddie: Hi Adie! It's Haddie! Will you play with me at school tomorrow?

Adie: Sure. And we'll play with Josie too because it's her first day of school too. Do you want to sit next to me on the bus? Charlie and Tori want to sit together tomorrow, so I could sit with you? You could save me a seat.

Haddie: Okay! See you tomorrow!

Ash: Missed me!

Gulliver: Did not!

Haddie's starting early pitching in with the garden, I see. I'm not sure I'd give that big and sharp a tool to a four-year-old, personally.

Blossom made breakfast, and most people sat down together before school.

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South Korean doomsday cult members arrested in Fiji

Four suspected high-ranking members of a South Korean doomsday cult have been arrested in Fiji.

Two were deported, but a legal injunction prevented the others from being ejected, Fiji media report.

The Grace Road Church became notorious after 400 of its members moved to Fiji in 2014 claiming they would be safe from imminent natural disaster.

Its founder Shin Ok-ju was jailed in 2019 for holding followers captive in Fiji and subjecting them to violence.

The Church has built a business empire after arriving in Fiji.

It denies it is a cult - as well as allegations of abuse.

However, members who have been able to return to South Korea have accused Ms Shin of confiscating their passports and holding them against their will.

They have alleged the Church uses forced labour and issues ritual beatings so harsh that they have led to the death of one follower.

'I lost my entire family to a cult': How one woman escaped Grace Road S Korean doomsday cult leader jailed for six years South Korea issued an international arrest warrant and those on Fiji's deportation list have been wanted by the international policing organisation Interpol since 2018.

Two of those arrested in Fiji, Byeong Joon Lee and Beomseop Shin, have been returned, Fijian Home Affairs Minister Pio Tikoduadua announced on Wednesday.

Two other members, including the group's acting president Sung Jin Lee, were released after a High Court order prevented them from being deported.

The Church's acting senior director and president of its business interests, Daniel Kim, is among the two men still at large. He is the son of the founder of the Church.

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Mr Tikoduadua described the allegations of abuse against Grace Road Church members as a "long pending issue" and accused the country's previous government, which was defeated in December's general election, of ignoring calls to deport them.

Grace Road Church's businesses in Fiji, operating under the name Grace Road Group, are wide-ranging - from construction to restaurants to agriculture, with labour provided by the Church's followers.

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