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sukifans · 4 years

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HELP ME // sokka

WARNINGS: language, a Bug

WC: 3.3k

A/N: a little somethin somethin for @fromthewatertribe’s 1k event! i had a lot of fun doing this drabble. i used 2 (“please help me”) and 8 (“i thought you loved me”) for this bad boy that definitely got away from me lmao

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

Panic surged through Sokka when he checked his phone and saw he had about twenty missed calls from you over the past ten minutes. Just as he was about to call back, your contact photo popped up on the screen accompanied by the duck quack ringtone you’d set for yourself ages ago.

“I’ll be back,” he mumbled to Zuko, who nodded absently while preparing a customer’s tea. He stepped out the back of the Jasmine Dragon and slid his thumb across the screen. “Hello?”

“SOKKA, THANK FUCK!” You sounded like you were crying on the other end. He frowned, pulling the phone away from his ear in response to your screech.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you?” he demanded over the ruckus of your wails. His hand dropped to his car keys in his pocket, ready to leave if you needed him.

“I’M AT HOME AND THERE’S A R-ROACH IN—“

Sokka groaned. “(Y/N), I’m at work. I cannot come kill a bug for you.”

Your blubbering paused. “B-But... I need help! And no one else will help me! Please help me!”

“As much as I want to help you I can’t right now, princess. I can swing by after we close in about an hour, though.”

You made a strangled sort of screaming sound and hung up. He brought his hand down, staring at his screen in surprise. The line was busy when he tried to call you back, so he pocketed his phone with a sigh and headed back inside.

Zuko was speaking on the store phone with someone when he got back to the front, making a face like he had just eaten something sour or smelled something foul. Sokka shot him a questioning look as he tied his apron back around his waist and Zuko beckoned him over.

“What’s up?” Sokka asked in a low voice.

“Just go,” Zuko huffed. “I can finish closing by myself and she said she won’t stop calling us until you help her.”

“Wh- give me that.” He took the landline receiver from Zuko. “Seriously, (Y/N)?”

“I’M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT, SOKKA!”

“It’s a bug!”

“IT’S FUCKING HUGE AND IT’S IN MY FUCKING ROOM, PLEASE GET OVER HERE! I NEED YOU!”

He made eye contact with Zuko and his friend just shook his head. “Fine, okay, you win. I’m on my way.”

She hiccuped. “You’re the best friend I could ever ask for, Sokka. I love you. Please hurry.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, too, princess,” he grumbled before hanging up. Zuko was watching him with raised eyebrows. “Oh, fuck off, dude.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He tried to hide his smirk by turning away to wipe down the counter.

“Don’t look so smug.” He smacked the back of his friend’s head after he threw his apron in the laundry bag.

“Hey!” Zuko punched his shoulder. “It’s not my fault you’re whipped for (Y/N) and too much of a pussy to make a move.”

“You’re fucking lucky I’m whipped and have to go kill a bug for my girl otherwise I’d kick your ass, Zuko.” He flipped him the middle finger as he headed out the door, keys in his other hand.

“Later, princess.” Zuko twiddled his fingers mockingly in goodbye. Sokka scoffed as he left, shaking his head and muttering under his breath. Yeah, he was whipped for you. He was wrapped securely and comfortably around your pinky finger. So what? It wasn’t like he had plans to do anything about it. He was perfectly happy being your friend — your best friend, in your own words. No way in hell would he risk fucking that up and losing you.

When he banged on your apartment door you simply yelled from inside that it was unlocked. It was hard to suppress a laugh at the scene that greeted him. You were curled up on your kitchen counter, hood of your sweatshirt drawn tight around your head so only your nose and eyes were visible and a can of bug spray in your trembling hand. Your tear-streaked face lit up when you saw him and it made his heart clench in his chest.

“Hey, princess.”

“Sokka!” You dropped the can and threw yourself at him. He caught you in his arms with a grunt and you wrapped your legs around his middle, clinging to his neck. His hands supported your back to keep you upright. “God, I’ve never been so happy to see you in my life. I could fucking kiss you right now.”

He had to recover quickly from almost choking on air in order to keep his composure. “Just doing my manly best friend duties.” He gulped when you slid down his body. Your feet hit the floor again but you still held onto him. “Alright, where’s the big bad bug?”

You glared up at him for his teasing. “My room. I was about to go take a shower when it fucking flew at my face! I don’t even know where it came from!”

“Stand by, princess,” he ruffled your hair and pulled off one of his sneakers to wield as a bludgeon, “I’ve got it all under control.” You rolled your eyes a bit when he puffed his chest out and flexed comically. You released him from your vice grip so he could stalk up to the closed door of your bedroom. Of course, you stayed planted firmly in the kitchen and watched from a distance.

“Be careful,” you warned, “it’s literally the biggest roach I’ve ever seen.”

“It may be big, but I’m bigger. And smarter.” He tapped his temple with his finger.

“I don’t know about that second part,” you giggled. He shot you a withering look.

“Do you want me to kill this thing or not?”

“Yes, sorry! You are so very strong and intelligent and handsome, Sokka. Much more strong and intelligent and handsome than the roach.”

“You know what? I’ll take that compliment.” He winked at you, sending your heart into your throat. You stuck your tongue out and made a face to hopefully hide how flustered you were.

“Stop flirting and kill the fucking bug!”

“You started it!”

“Sokka!” Laughing, he pushed open the door to your bedroom and disappeared inside. You watched the doorway with bated breath, listening to Sokka rummaging around to find the vermin.

There was an almighty thud, then a crash and a shriek along with thundering footsteps as your friend dashed out of the room with a massive roach flying behind him. You screamed too when you spotted the bug as it landed on your wall. Before you could react any further, Sokka had grabbed you and yanked you out the front door, slamming it shut behind you both.

“That’s no ordinary roach,” he panted, leaning against the door. He still held you close to his torso with an arm wrapped protectively around your waist. “Fucking military drone or something.”

“Did you think I was fucking joking?” Your stomach churned uneasily thinking about the insect walking all over your walls and prized possessions. A shudder ran down your spine and you buried your face into his chest, grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt. “What am I supposed to do now? I can’t go back in there with that thing loose!”

“I don’t know.”

“You were supposed to kill it!”

“It charged me!”

“You big chicken!” Looking up, you flicked his forehead and giggled at his incredulous look. “I thought you loved me!”

His face felt like it was on fire. “I do!”

“Then why didn’t you kill it? You were supposed to protect me, Sokka!” Your hands settled on his chest and he hoped you couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating. “So much for being smarter and stronger!”

“But you admit I’m more handsome still?” Your cheeks burned when his hand slid to your hip, using his thumb to rub circles into your hipbone through the fabric of your clothes.

“More handsome than the roach?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his goofy smile. “I guess you qualify for that.”

“Tough crowd,” he sighed. “I was going to bring you back to mine so you could get out of your roach-infested apartment, but if that’s how you really feel then I’ll leave you with the stronger, smarter organism.”

“The roach?” you squeaked indignantly. He chuckled at your wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I changed my mind. You are the smartest and strongest and handsomest again. Please let me crash at your place?”

“Wow, using me for my sweet crib? And here I was thinking you loved me for me!”

“Pretty please?” You clasped your hands under your chin, pouted, and gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

He groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes as if he were being greatly put out. “You know I can’t say no to that face. Let’s go, princess.” He disentangled himself from you and started to walk away only to realize you weren’t following. He turned back to you. “(Y/N)?”

You looked down at your socked feet. “I don’t have shoes. Or my keys.”

“I’m not going back in there.”

“Well, I’m not either.”

“Then it seems we’re at a stalemate.”

You pursed your lips thoughtfully. “Do you still have that spare key I gave you when I went out of town?”

“Good thinking, kid.” He shuffled around his key ring until he found yours, easily identifiable by the heart you’d painted onto it with your favorite nail polish. “Way to use your noodle.” He locked your front door and stood in front of you once again.

“Shoes,” you said simply, extending your leg to lift your foot in the air. “I’m not walking around like this. Knowing my luck I’ll step on a used needle and end up with some rare blood disease.” Sokka scratched the back of his neck as he considered this before a wicked grin split across his face. You did not like the looks of that. “Sokka...”

Without warning, he grabbed you around your middle and hoisted you onto his shoulder like a sack of flour. The inversion of your body made you squeal, scrambling to grab something to stabilize yourself. In your panic, you sunk your nails into the flesh of his ass.

“Jesus!” He gripped you tighter to stop you from slipping in his surprise. “I know I have an irresistibly fat ass but you gotta be careful back there, babe. That’s my moneymaker!”

If all your blood hadn’t been already rushing to your head you would’ve flushed. “That’s what you get for picking me up, asshole!” You paused. “What the fuck are you talking about, ‘your moneymaker?’”

“Well, I couldn’t have you stepping on a used needle and ending up with some rare blood disease, now could I?” You could practically hear his smirk as he carried you down to the front of your building.

“Do you derive joy from driving me up a wall?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. You made an indignant noise and pinched his side. He yelped and smacked the back of your bare thighs in response.

“Did you just spank me?” You thrashed in protest, making him stumble a bit.

“No,” he grunted and then brought his hand down on your ass, eliciting a gasp from you. “Now I did.”

“Sokka!”

“That’s ‘Daddy’ to you, princess.” He tried to drop his voice an octave to sound stern but he couldn’t suppress his laughter. You were just glad he couldn’t see your face.

“I’m going to throttle you when you put me down,” you threatened.

“Kinky.”

“You know what? I’ll take my chances with the roach. Bring me back, you fucking deviant.”

He dropped you down to the ground and you leaned back against his car door, looking away from his face. “Aw, you’re hurting my feelings, babe. I seem to remember someone telling me—“

You clapped your hand over his mouth before he could continue. “That’s enough out of you, thanks.” You could feel his smile against your palm at the reference to a highly inappropriate conversation you’d had together when you were both extremely drunk. You recoiled when he licked your hand.

“Alright, alright; let’s go home. I’m exhausted.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you muttered without any malice as he reached around you to open the passenger door. He simply gave you that same shit-eating grin and closed your door.

Sokka decided to spare your pride and carried you up to his apartment on his back instead of over his shoulder. His hands on your thighs, shifting your position every so often, made your heart race. You could still catch whiffs of the tea from the Jasmine Dragon off his clothes, mingling with the masculine smell of his deodorant. The combination put you at ease after the trauma of dealing with the roach and you sighed happily, setting your chin on his shoulder and pressing your cheek against his. The stubbly scruff along his jaw prickled at your skin but you couldn’t find it in you to care much.

You thought he’d drop you down onto his couch once you’d entered his apartment but instead he carried you into his bedroom and flopped backwards onto his mattress, knocking the wind out of your chest as he squished you under his body. Despite the squeezing weight on your lungs you were laughing uncontrollably, arms still thrown around his shoulders. Sokka wished he could have moments like this with you every night; that he could turn around and kiss you without ruining everything.

“Why so giggly, kid? Are you enjoying this?” he teased, leaning his head back onto your chest.

“Laughter is my panic response. You’re suffocating me, fatass,” you wheezed

“Nah, I think you like it.”

You hummed thoughtfully as the giggles subsided. “Maybe. You’re kinda like one of those weighted blankets.”

“Yeah?” He turned so he faced you, propping himself up on his forearms on either side of your head. “Do I relieve your anxiety?”

You quirked an eyebrow. “The opposite, actually.”

“You wound me, really. I am a calming, peaceful, meditative presence. I am a delight and a joy to be around.” He frowned when you threw your head back in incredulous laughter. You hooked your leg around his hips and flipped him onto his back, pinning him underneath you.

“Maybe you have your moments.” He stared wide-eyed up at your teasing smile and considered closing the space between your mouths. Before he could work up the nerve, you sat back on your haunches out of reach. “I need to shower.”

“Without me?” he pouted. You groaned and shoved his face into the mattress as you stood.

“Don’t wait up, baby.” He flushed at the nickname you used to tease him. He propped himself up on his elbows to see you down the hall.

“I’ll take the couch tonight,” he said. You stopped just outside the bathroom door.

“Sokka, we don’t have to do this every time. I think it’s okay if we just sleep in the same bed without arguing over who gets the couch at this point.”

“If you’re alright with it,” he sighed, dropping his head back down.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s you.” You gave him a quick smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

You always secretly loved staying over with Sokka. The lather of his soap running down your body into the drain made you feel wrapped in his presence — a great comfort despite your teasing that suggested otherwise. His meticulous organizing even in the shower always made you laugh a little to yourself. His products were neatly organized in the order he used them, likely something he started doing when you’d dragged him to a beauty store after finding out he used 3-in-1 “for efficiency.” Now, to your immense pride and satisfaction, he had a full skincare and haircare routine.

Upon exiting the shower wrapped in a towel, you saw Sokka snoring lightly on his bed next to a pile of clothes he’d left out for you. You pulled on his shirt and quickly wriggled under the covers, propping yourself up on your elbow. You poked your finger into his cheek and he grunted, swatting at you.

“Leave me alone, woman,” he murmured.

“You need to shower.” He cracked an eye open to glare at you.

“You’re awfully demanding for a guest in my bed.”

“Well, you worked today and you stink.”

“That’s just my natural man musk. Pheromones and stuff. Nothing to be done about it.”

“Are you an ant?”

“Only if you’ll be my queen ant.” He sent you a cocky smirk and you simply shook your head.

“You’re fucking weird, dude.” He laughed and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you directly into his armpit as you squealed. Finally you freed yourself and rolled onto your side away from him with a huff. Sokka slid behind you and rested his head on your shoulder, sliding his arm around your waist.

“You know you love me, princess.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled. He chuckled and the sound reverberated against your back, his warm breath on your cheek making goosebumps rise on your skin. His thumb slid absently back and forth across your stomach and the soft touch lulled your heavy eyelids closed.

“Don’t go to bed mad, babe. At least give me my goodnight kiss.”

Enough. It’s now or never.

Before you could start second-guessing yourself, you rolled onto your back underneath him and surged upwards to press your lips to his in an insistent kiss. It lasted only a few moments before you pulled away because he remained frozen against you. His clear blue eyes were wide as he stared down at you and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and the tears threatening to spill as you realized what you’d done.

“You shouldn’t flirt if you don’t mean it, Sokka. It gives people the wrong idea,” you whispered, the corners of your mouth pulling into a frown. His gaze darted from your eyes down to your lips and back again.

“Who says I don’t mean it?” And then he was finally, finally kissing you before you could tell him off. You snaked your arm around his shoulders and pulled him down on top of you, desperate to be closer, to feel his body on your own to reassure yourself that yes, this was happening and it was real. His hand trailed up to cup your face, skimming his thumb gently along your cheekbone. You both broke away to gasp for air. Sokka looked down at your flushed cheeks and bright eyes and lips that were just beginning to swell and he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Oh, don’t look so pleased with yourself,” you laughed, swiping your thumb over his satisfied smile on your way to pull the tie from his ponytail. The ends of his loose hair tickled your face as he kissed you again, this time much more gentle.

“And why shouldn’t I be?” Another kiss. “I’m kissing the girl I’ve been in love with for years.” Your eyes widened and you shoved him back onto the bed.

“Years?” you squeaked. “We could’ve been doing this for years?”

“I didn’t know you had feelings for me!”

“Of course I had feelings for you, are you joking?”

“Then why didn’t you do anything before now? I flirt with you constantly!”

“Because I thought you were joking!”

“Well, that’s on you, then. Now c’mere, princess,” he reached out and hugged you close to his body again, “we have a lot of time to make up for.”

“God, you’re such a cornball.” You giggled at the teasing kisses he peppered all over your face. When he finally caught your lips you hummed happily against his mouth. He tasted sweeter than the most tooth-rotting candy and gave you the same sugar high.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

“I do.” You snuggled down under the blanket and rested your head on his chest. “I love you, Sokka.”

He ruffled your hair affectionately. “I love you too, princess.”

“You still need to shower, though.”

“Ugh.”

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi

SOKKA/ZUKO TAGS: @fiantomartell

#sokka x reader #sokka fluff #sokka imagine #sokka x you #sokka fanfic #atla sokka #avatar: the last airbender #atla #atla fanfic #atla x reader #mine #nina’s 1k event #sokka

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the-record · 3 years

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Love at First Sight

Hey! This is my first fic so please don't come at me for the absolutely horribleness of it bc I suck at writing. (Also if you notice mistaken in the beginning its bc I’m writing on my phone bc I’m to lazy to get my laptop)

Category: FLUFF ABSOLUTE FLUFF

Warnings: None (In this part.)

Spencer Reid x Fem! reader

A/N: Hey! This is a totally fluff slow burn. There will be multiple parts bc I suck that way. Enjoy!

Part 2

You stop right outside the doors, an old gym bag and a cardboard box in hand. You were totally qualified for this job, a masters in criminal psychology and a PhD in forensic science. Not to mention your IQ of 185 and photographic, more properly eidetic, memory. Yet as you stood outside the glass doors of the bullpen, your heart was racing and you felt like you were going to pass out. As you were about to open the doors you hear a voice and a hand grabs it for you.

"Hey, careful there, might drop you stuff." You look up to see a tall, dark, muscular man staring down at you. You smile at him and nod.

"Thanks." He nods as you walk through the doors. "Hey, do you know where Agent Hotchners office is?" You turn around to face him as you ask your question.

"You must be Emily's replacement. Just up the stairs, his door is open. Good luck." As you flash your smile as a thank you, he turns away to his desk and you walk up the stairs, knocking at the door in front of you.

"Come in." As he looks up at you, he shows a slight smile but not much. "Ah, SSA Y/L/N. Please sit down, you can put your stuff on the floor next to you." You set the box and bag inches away from the chair that you sit in. "Now, normally I would brief you on the job, but as you worked in the New York office before and we have a case, that will have to be put on hold. Welcome to the team, you will fit in nicely." You smile at him as he stands up to lead you to where they would brief the case.

You have finally started to calm down, but as you walk through the whole team stares at you, apart from a man sitting reading a book.

"Good morning, sorry for the early start. This is SSA Y/N Y/L/N. She will be starting today." As you bite on you cheek a kind voice speaks up.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer but you can call we JJ. Welcome to the team." She gives you a warm welcoming smile and you return with yours.

"Derek Morgan." It's the man who opened the door for me just minutes ago. "Good to put a name to a face." Your smile doesn't fade, you feel welcomed for once, and thankfully it's not a boys club.

"David Rossi." You look up excited at the man introducing himself.

"Wait, really? I have read your books, you are a great writer." He chuckles as you look at him, remembering the lines from his book.

Before he can say anything else a peppy, bright colored women steps in. "Well hello! You must be Y/N. Good to meet you! I'm Penelope Garcia but you can really call me whatever. I think you will make wonder boy over there have a run for his money." You look at her confused. "Sorry dear, I may have read up on you, I do it for every new addition to our team. You laugh a little as she says this.

"Baby girl, what do you mean by Reid is gonna have a run for is money?" She looks at him.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. Y/N over here is incredibly smart. What an IQ of 185 and eidetic memory? And I think it said you can read 16,000 words per minute, right?" You smile and nod. You have always been very proud of your gifts but never boasted about them, that's unkind.

"Well well well pretty boy," The man reading the book finally looks up as Derek ruffles his hair. "Looks like you might need to move aside as resident genius. Go ahead, tell the girl about yourself." He looks up at you. You try not to blush as he looks at you, the most handsome man you have ever seen.

"Uh hi. I'm Dr. Reid. Spencer. I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute." You two are so alike but so different. Your talents are similar but your personalities are definitely different. He barely looks up from his book and speaks softly, while you look people in the eyes when talking and are a loud talker, something you need to work on.

"Well, I guess you guys are right. Watch out Dr. Reid, I might just steal the spotlight." In his eyes you did that the moment you walked in. He had looked up for a moment but got shy when he saw you. And when he heard how Penelope had spoke of you, he could barely contain a smile.

"Ok, Garcia go ahead." You sit down next to JJ as she points to the empty seat next to her.

"Portland Oregon. A dj name Jay Johnson was on his way home after leaving the club. He was cutting through an alley when bludgeoned by a club. He was stabbed 31 times and his watch, cell, and computer were stolen. That was 2 days ago." As she continues you read the case file in front of you, quickly getting in all the details.

"Early this morning a Karen Heywood a 30 year old nurse, she died during a home invasion being stabbed 40 times after being bludgeoned by weapons of opportunity." You look at her.

"The file says that there were 8 weapons."

"So we are looking for a group?" Rossi speaks up.

"Most likely, we only have 9 hours until night fall. We can discuss more on the jet. Wheels up in 10." You stand up as Hotch finishes talking. JJ grabs your arm.

"Hey, slow down. Sit." You look at her confused and slowly sit down. "I saw you blushing at Reid." Your jaw drops as she says this.

"I was not!" She looks at you brows raised and smiling.

"Don't even deny it. I saw it with my own eyes, but be warned, Derek and Garcia will make fun of you if you don't stop being so obvious about it." I smile and walk away to go get my stuff only to see Derek carrying it to a desk.

"Oh. Thanks." He smiles at you.

"No problem kid." You grab your bag and head to the jet following the rest.

***

After Hotch finishes and we are all left to do what we want I go to sit by Spencer noticing the book he is reading. "Do you like Arthur Conan Doyle?" He is reading 'The Narrative of John Smith' a classic.

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah. You know his books?" You smile and nod.

"I love them. My favorite writings of his are the Sherlock Holmes ones, I'm a kid at heart, what can I say." He laughs a little closing his book. "Oh I didn't mean to interrupt you. You can keep reading. I was actually going to come over and read too I just-" He stops you talking.

"No, no you're fine. I was just finishing it anyways." You smile at him, your face starting to burn. "I was going to get some coffee, do you want anything?" You nod.

"A green tea would be nice."

"You know green tea is really beneficial. It helps improve brain function, helps prevent cancers and type 2 diabetes, can help with weight loss, sorry. I tend to ramble." You smile at him.

"No, don't worry. I do the same. Continue. Please." He smiles and continues but you don't listen. You're to busy looking at his features. Beautiful honey gold eyes that could put you in a trance. His hair was wavy but well kept. His cheek bones and jaw were strong. All you could think about was him.

"Y/N?" Oh shit, you had been practically ignoring him. "Are you ok?" You nod.

"Yeah sorry, just spaced off." He lost his smile. "Oh, Spen- Dr. Reid, it's not you. I just tend to space off a lot, ask any of my friends and family." His smile came back to his face. It's your favorite thing about him.

"I will got get you that tea. Honey?" You nod.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg

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tigerkirby215 · 3 years

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5e Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty build (My Little Pony: FIM)

(Artwork by 14-bis on DeviantArt. It’s remarkably hard to find “regular” artwork of Rainbow Dash, but it probably helps that I’m looking on DeviantArt.)

From DOTA to garbage brony shit! Anyone who’s been around either my YouTube or DeviantArt (no I’m not linking them) would know I’m a brony. It’s been awhile since I’ve watched the show but I do still genuinely love the community. Say what you will but the brony community is dedicated, artistic, and genuinely friendly.

I came up with this concept awhile ago on r/whatwouldyoubuild and once again in an attempt to branch out from League of Legends I figured I’d take a crack at probably the most iconic pony of the show. Yeah suck it Twilight you may be the main character but do you have spectrum hair?

GOALS

10 seconds flat - Rainbow needs to fly fast; fast enough to make a sonic boom of color.

Time to take out the adorable trash - SUPER ACTION HORSE; SHE REALLY KICKS!

Egghead - Rainbow’s got a colorful personality, with plenty of quips in the heat of the moment.

RACE

Pegasi fly. You know what D&D race is known for flight? Aarakocra! Flight is basically all you get as an Aarakocra, but you get to fly a whopping 50 feet as early as level 1! Other than that you get some Ability Score increases: a +2 to Dexterity but I’d suggest moving that Wisdom increase to your Charisma instead thanks to Tasha’s. The only other important thing of note is that you get Talons that do a d4 slashing damage; perhaps more of a gryphon thing but if you DM lets you deal bludgeoning damage instead you could consider these to be hooves.

If Aarakocra isn’t allowed: Flight is kinda a requirement to play Rainbow Dash, but it’s not a requirement for the build. Feel free to use whatever race you want and adapt this build to it.

Chances are if your DM isn’t allowing Aarakocra then they won’t allow other flying races like Winged Tieflings. Though I would perhaps suggest asking your DM if you can nerf the Aarakocra’s fly speed down to 30. Because yeah: 50 foot flying speed at level 1 is kinda crazy.

ABILITY SCORES

15; STRENGTH - Applejack may be the workerpony but it takes a lot of body strength to kick the clouds into shape!

14; CONSTIUTION - Dexterity would be more in-character but Constitution is far more useful. Feel free to swap CON and DEX for better roleplay but worse health.

13; CHARISMA - I’m pretty sure RD has a solid 70% of the fan content made about her specifically.

12; DEXTERITY - Who would’ve ever guessed that flying fast takes dexterity?

10; WISDOM - Rainbow Dash can be a bit of a hot head at times, acting without thinking when her ambition gets the better of her.

8; INTELLIGENCE - Finish studying for that exam yet?

BACKGROUND

For someone who uses the Athlete feat in far too many builds it’s rather surprising that I don’t use the Athlete background from Theros more! As an Athlete you get proficiency in Athletics and Acrobatics for all sorts of aerial sports, along with a language of your choice (pick your fancy) and while you’d normally get Land Vehicles see if your DM will perhaps allow Air Vehicles?

Your main feature Echoes of Victory makes it more likely that ponies all around Equestria have heard of the great Rainbow Dash! It also allows you to participate in some sporting events to earn a living when you’re not at work clearing the clouds.

(Artwork by nightcreepmax on DeviantArt.)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - ROGUE 1

Starting off with Rogue levels because skill proficiencies are always nice! Take Perception, Persuasion, Insight, and of course Performance with a backing track by Daniel Ingram! You also get Expertise in two skills: Athletics and Acrobatics will help with Wonderbolts-tier stunts!

You learn Thieves’ Cant as a Rogue, which is like a language... but awesome, and only shared by other awesome Rogues. But of course the main appeal of a Rogue is their Sneak Attack, allowing you do an extra d6 of damage through the power of friendship! (Or having advantage on your attacks.)

You can only sneak attack with a finesse weapon but I’d suggest wielding something like a rapier and flavoring it as a really sharp horseshoe. See if your DM will allow you a bludgeoning finesse weapon.

LEVEL 2 - ROGUE 2

You’ve heard of Rainbow Dash, now get ready for Rainbow Disengage! Cunning Action lets you Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a Bonus Action.

LEVEL 3 - BARBARIAN 1

I hope you didn’t expect Rainbow Dash to be the sneaky type! Barbarians get Unarmored Defense at level 1, so you can ditch the leather jacket and instead get AC equal to your Constitution plus your Dexterity!

But of course the main appeal of playing a Barbarian is the ability to Rage with the power of friendship! You can enter a Rage as a Bonus Action for advantage on strength checks and saves, extra damage on melee attacks using strength, and resistance to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage. Your Rage lasts 1 minute but ends early if you are knocked down or go a full round without attacking or being attacked.

You may note that you can only use strength for Rage’s damage bonus damage, which of course conflicts with the Rogue’s requirement for Finesse weapons... Guess what! You can use strength with Finesse weapons, meaning you can Sneak Attack with your strength!

LEVEL 4 - BARBARIAN 2

Second level Rogues get to play with danger! Reckless Attack lets you give yourself Advantage on your attack rolls at risk of enemies having Advantage against you. Now here’s where you cheat the system: if you have advantage on an attack... you can sneak attack! “Oh yeah; that is awesome.”

Additionally: do you know what helps with death-defying stunts? Looking forward. Danger Sense gives you advantage on Dexterity saving throws against effects you can see coming. So if someone throws a ball of fire at you just dodge out of the way!

LEVEL 5 - BARBARIAN 3

Third level Barbarians get to choose their Primal Path, and to smite your foes with the power of awesomeness the Path of the Zealot will let you channel a Rainboom into every hit! While raging, you can channel Divine Fury into the first target you hit to do additional damage equal to a d6 plus half your Barbarian level. The damage can be either Radiant or Necrotic; Radiant makes more sense but if you think Necrotic damage would be more useful it’s nice to have that option.

You also have the power of plot armor thanks to Warrior of the Gods. If you die you can be revived without the use of expensive diamonds, because My Little Pony is a kids’ show. Man can you imagine if they killed off one of the main characters in a kids’ show? That would be wild.

Additionally Tasha’s provided Barbarians with Primal Knowledge for some more skill proficiencies. I’m sure you picked up on some Survival skills at Wonderbolts camp; it’s good to be able to survive if you break your wings and get stranded in the wilderness.

(Artwork by radiostarkiller on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 6 - BARBARIAN 4

4th level Barbarians get our first Ability Score Improvement: as much of a meme as taking Athlete is Resilient (Strength) is far more useful for keeping alive and avoiding danger.

LEVEL 7 - BARBARIAN 5

5th level Rogues get an Extra Attack, so you can attack twice in a round! So awesome! Additionally your movement speed increases by 10 feet thanks to Fast Movement, so you’re a little closer to reaching Sonic Rainboom speeds!

LEVEL 8 - ROGUE 3

Third level Rogues get to choose their Roguish Archetype. Man I wish there was a Rogue that was based on moving fast and taunting their foes... oh hello Swashbuckler! Swashbuckler gets two features at third level but it’s basically 3 features in total: Fancy Footwork lets you dash move normally away from a target you attempted to stab, making them unable to attack you with a reaction.

Rakish Audacity meanwhile lets you add your Charisma to your initiative rolls, and it lets you Sneak Attack an enemy in melee if they don’t have friends nearby, even if you don’t meet the requirements to Sneak Attack! Of course you could just use Reckless Attack for Advantage to Sneak Attack, but at least your Sneak Attack increases to 2d6!

LEVEL 9 - ROGUE 4

4th level Rogues get another Ability Score Improvement: more Strength will let you “kick” (read: stab) harder.

(Artwork by Skitsroom on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 10 - ROGUE 5

5th level Rogues get Uncanny Dodge to be as potent as a pony. If you get hit on your turn by an attack you can see you can use your reaction to take half damage instead! Additionally your Sneak Attack damage increases to 3d6.

LEVEL 11 - ROGUE 6

6th level Rogues get Expertise in two more skills: Persuasion will be useful in the future, and Perception will help you mind your head.

LEVEL 12 - ROGUE 7

7th level Rogues get Evasion for some truly death-defying stunts! If you succeed on a Dexterity saving throw you’ll take no damage instead of half damage, and even if you fail your save you’ll only take half damage instead of full damage! “Danger is my middle name!” Additionally your Sneak Attack damage is now 4d6.

LEVEL 13 - ROGUE 8

8th level means another Ability Score Improvement: cap off that Strength so that you can succeed at any athletics contest. “Look ma; no wings!”

LEVEL 14 - ROGUE 9

9th level Rogues can make quips that bronies will buy tee-shirts of. Panache lets you taunt, or lets you charm! As an action, you can make a Persuasion check contested by a creature’s Insight. The creature must be able to hear you, and the two of you must share a language.

If it’s an enemy it’ll have disadvantage to hit anyone who isn’t you, which is good because you’re a bulky Barbarian girl. The effect lasts for 1 minute but ends early if one of your friends hits them.

Alternatively if that person was just some average everypony, you can charm them! Everyone’s friends with Rainbow Dash, after all! Unless you’re not, obviously. Then you can have a 5d6 Sneak Attack!

(Artwork by Dawnf1re on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 15 - BARBARIAN 6

6th level Zealot Barbarians gain a Fanatical Focus. Once per Rage if you fail a saving throw you can reroll it, because you’re a main character and you’re just that awesome.

LEVEL 16 - BARBARIAN 7

7th level Barbarians get Feral Instinct: so you know how you’re adding your Charisma to your initiative? Well now you have advantage on initiative checks too! Additionally, being around Pinkie Pie means that you know how to react to surprises: and that reaction is to RAGE!

Additionally Tasha’s gives you Instinctive Pounce, letting you move half your movement speed when you Rage. So it’s like half a dash!

LEVEL 17 - BARBARIAN 8

8th level Barbarians get another Ability Score Improvement and I’ll leave this up to you: more Charisma will give you better initiative and an easier time taunting your foes, but more Constitution means more health and armor.

Just decide if you want to be an awesome fighter or have awesome one-liners. Either way you’ll be awesome!

(Artwork by Underpable on DeviantArt.)

LEVEL 18 - BARBARIAN 9

You know how you’re probably rolling most things with Advantage? Well Brutal Critical allows you to add an extra weapon damage die to any crit you might make. So instead of 2d8 + 12d6 + 4, it’ll be 3d8 + 12d6 + 4. “Another great feat of heroism!”

LEVEL 19 - BARBARIAN 10

10th level Zealot Barbarians are so awesome everyone else can benefit from their awesomeness. Zealous Presence will let you use your Bonus Action to give all allies within 60 feet advantage on attack rolls and saving throws until the start of your next turn. You can only use this ability once per Long Rest, so save that Rainboom to truly turn the tide!

Additionally Tasha’s Primal Knowledge gives you another skill proficiency, so take Animal Handling to take the Tank as the tank.

LEVEL 20 - BARBARIAN 11

11th level Barbarians get plot armor, because they’re in a kids’ show. If you’re knocked down to 0 HP Relentless Rage allows you to make a DC 10 CON save while raging to instead drop to 1. You can make this save multiple times but the DC increases by 5 every time and well... your Constitution isn’t exactly earth-shattering, so you’ll probably get two uses out of this at best. Still: defying death twice is more than enough to beat the bad guys! I mean probably.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

I liked it... A LOT - So. Your weapon does a d8 + 5 of damage, your Sneak Attack does 5d6, your Rage does a d6 + 8, and if you crit all your dice get multiplied and you get to add an extra d8 on top of that. In short: you can do a total of 1d8 + 6d6 + 13 damage with one hit (average of 42 damage), or 3d8 + 12d6 + 13 damage on a crit! (Average of 76 damage!)

Seriously; I’d do it for anypony - You work fine alone but the Elements of Harmony work best with friends. Panache helps you keep your friends safe and Zealous Presence lets you make them awesome!

I hate losing - You’re certainly tanky with nearly 200 health, but you know what’s exceptionally fun? Cheating death near constantly. You’ve got two chances to go down to 1 HP instead of 0 while raging, and if they do happen to knock you down Rarity won’t have to sacrifice any diamonds to bring you back! No need for a robotic Rainbow Dash today!

CONS

If I go down, I’m going down flying! - Your AC isn’t great, as you had to invest everything into Strength to be able to smash people big time. Well at least you can wear Medium Armor right? Oh wait you can’t because armor will stop you from using your wings.

Want to know the opposite of agility? That! - So I like level 1 in Rogue for skill proficiencies (by the way you have a surprising amount of them thanks to Tasha’s), but while DEX saves are really nice with both Evasion and Danger Sense you’re lacking Constitution saves. And I mean, let’s not address the elephant in the room of your pitiful Wisdom and Charisma saves.

This competition isn’t for the weak - This build is rather MAD, requiring high Strength, Constitution, Charisma, and at least 13 in DEX. I’m just saying that this might be a build you want to point buy for: put 12 into DEX (+2 from race makes it 14) and 14 in Strength, Constitution, and Charisma. Heck, you can even get one of them up to a 15 with Point Buy!

But ponies aren’t just born awesome. (I mean, they are. Have you seen that mane?) You’ve gotta work to be awesome! Fight the good fight for your friends and save Equestria from both basic friendship troubles and world-ending villains! Participate in a few races while you’re at it and maybe try to find a pet too. Heck, maybe read a book too while you’re at it. You egghead.

(Artwork by JaDeDJynX on DeviantArt.)

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underatedcharactersunite · 3 years

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Trick or Treat

Summary; You and Negan go on your first run since his prisonment, you find a Halloween store, choas ensures. Pairing: Negan x Female Reader WordCount; 2,488 Warnings. NSFW Themes, no actual Smut, Strong Language,

Written for @thewalkingdead-imagines Spooky Writing Challenge

It was difficult to think of a time without Negan. Although achieving where the two of you stood now hadn’t been easy. You had been with Rick from the very beginning, from the moment he reunited with Lori and Carl, throughout the prison and travelling weeks and months on the road to attempt to locate a safe place to stay. You were in the line-up when Negan made his first official appearance.

From the moment the two of you encountered one another, you refused to back down from him. When the others kept their eyes firmly on the ground preferring to look at Negan’s boots, you were staring right at him. When he spoke to you, you spoke confidently. Negan witnessed how you pushed back the fear. You were not afraid to die for those who mattered. Negan liked you instantly.

From your first encounter, whenever the Saviours visited Alexandria Negan demanded he was going. While his primary mission was to antagonise Rick as much as possible, there was another reason. You. Negan had become infatuated with seeing you, perhaps interacting with you. Even when you weren’t home, Negan waited for you to return

“Well shit, there she is. Christmas has come early. Look at the at how confident she walks. Like she already knows she has me wrapped around her finger. Hello beautiful, did you miss me?” Rolling your eyes, you simply wandered past Negan, trying to get home so you could clean up.

Negan refused to be ignored as he quickly followed you, marching into your house without so much as knocking.

“Darlin’, while you might be my favourite out of all these shitheads, that doesn’t give you the right to ignore me.” You continued to wash your hands before making your way upstairs, you had been in no mood to deal with Negan.

“Don’t you walk away from me?” Negan bellowed as he followed you up the stairs.

“I presumed you were a man of intelligence. An evil, cruel, fucker but at least one who has a brain. When someone ignores you, it typically means they don’t want to interact with you. Don’t you mind, I’m about to take a bath unless you want to watch me take a much-needed shower.”

“Don’t make an offer like that Darlin’ because that is an offer I certainly won’t refuse. I couldn’t certainly say no to some freaky deeky.” A clashing of skin on skin erupted through the silent home. Had you just slapped Negan? Suddenly fear rose your body.

Negan’s hand gripped yours tightly as he pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“If I wasn’t one hundred per cent into you before. I am now! Well shit. You are a firecracker! I bet you could certainly keep me on my toes. Tell me beautiful, are you as feisty in the sheets as you are standing in front of me.”

“Go to hell!” You spoke through gritted teeth as Negan leaned in your breaths entwining with one another’s. Once again, you were able to meet Negan’s gaze momentarily looked down at your lips

“Baby, I know your intelligent which is one of the things I find so sexy bout you, but you are blind. I know you're attracted to me. Maybe you want to tear my clothes off, but please at least make me some Spaghetti first. You’re going to realise that sooner rather than later, and when you do I’ll be waiting”

The day left you reeling in confusion and anger. How dare Negan presume he knew you? However, it left you rethinking everything and you refused to acknowledge him in every sense of the word.

Until the day came that you were forced to interact with Negan. Rick and Michonne had decided to go on a run to locate supplies for the Saviours. Negan had gone around seeing what he could take for this weeks pick up, but everything was beginning to become more and vacant. Each trip took longer and was ultimately more dangerous.

You had been walking towards Rick’s house when you heard yelling, sprinting up the stairs, you quickly barged into the house, marching up the stairs as you pulled open the door to see Carl, trying to shield Judith.

“What the hell is going on? Where the hell have you been? What are you doing in Rick’s house?” You yelled as both Carl and Negan turned to stare at you.

“Well shit, there she is. Did you see that Carl, she ran into this house like a woman on a mission ready to protect you and this sweet baby girl?. I’ve missed you Darlin’. Carl over here decided he was going to try to kill all of my men, hid in one of my trucks. Hell, he killed some of my men, so I brought him home. Now you're here, why don’t you join me for dinner, with Carl of course and this angel. But before that, I need to shave. Come on” Negan brought you out of the room and straight into Rick’s bathroom.

Negan didn’t think twice lifting you into the counter, while you protested by slapping him on the chest, Negan had you pinned between him and the mirror behind you.

“Tell me Darlin’, have you ever given someone a wet shave?” Shaking your head. Negan instructed Carl to go ahead and fetch him a clean towel.

“I was wondering when you’d show up as protective as ever. It is such a turn on for me. Now I want you to squirt some of that stuff into your hand and dab it onto my face.” Slowly Negan’s hand rested onto your thigh as your breath hitched.

“Well, Shit! Your hands are soft! I wonder what the rest of your body feels like Darlin’” Rolling your eyes, you continued to run your hands over Negan’s face, focused on the task at hand.

“That’s something you’ll never know.” Slowly, your hand began to place the shaving cream down onto Negan’s throat.

“I think we both know that’s not true. Your heart’s racing Sweetheart and it’s not because your nervous. Perhaps what I said to you the last time hit a fucking nerve. The longer you resist me, the worse it’s going to get.” Negan leaned in, closer than the two of you had ever been.

Suddenly, your nerves reached an all-time high as you contemplated what to do next. You had never been terrified of Negan like the others, there was always something about him that you could never pinpoint.

“It’s adorable you believe you can handle me” Negan smirked, as Negan brushed his nose against yours in a rather gentle move.

“I don’t know if I can try, but believe me I’ll give it my best fucking try.” Perhaps Negan was right, perhaps you did want him., but what reasonably sane person could want such a thing after watched him bludgeon your friends to death.

However, your body appeared to take over as your lips clashed together in a fit of passion. You would never be able to understand why you felt about Negan how you did, but you couldn’t force them down any further.

Being together hadn’t been easy, but the two of you fought through everything, sometimes the two of you were fighting against each other. When Negan got put into his cell, the two of you struggled to work through things, but regardless even after six years the two of you pulled through.

Negan was beginning to ear his way back into the community and while it was stressful, negan was officially allowed to go on his first run. While the two of you drove further out, Negan kept his hand on your thigh drawing small circles.

“You know baby, it feels good as shit to get out of Alexandria. Six long years of being locked in a dam cell and know we’re on the open road alone. What say we pull over and have some sweet car sex.”

“Mr Negan Sir, I’m still here.” Brandon, Negan’s keeper called out from the back, rolling your eyes you wished that this agreement didn’t come with Brandon having to come with you.

“Kid I am well aware are, but if you’ve locked up in a cell for the past six years with little to no contact with your lady, you’d have a serious case of blue balls. Do you remember that time behind the shed after we snuck out to see one another? Fucking like a pair of horny teenagers”

“Negan stop trying to scare the poor kid. He doesn’t need the added trauma, beside’s if I remember correctly, on that occasion you didn’t last long at all.” You're smirked as Negan gripped onto your high tightly. As Negan leant over and placed a kiss directly on your a weak spot on your neck.

“I also remember, the next time making it up to you five times over. It had been an extremely stressful time we were at war.” Placing your hand on Negan’s knee you continued to drive. The two of you were lucky that by some miracle both of you had made it out.

Upon arriving at the complex of shops, you parked the truck in the parking lot. Turning off the engine, all three of you jumped out of the truck. Quickly you bent over to retie your shoelace.

“Damn Kid, I suggest you keep your eyes of my lady’s ass before I start to dislike you. I mean shit, I know it’s tempting, but only I can touch and or fantasise about that great ass that she has.”

“Can we please start getting this done? If not we could be camping here tonight” As you began to walk away, Negan quickly caught up to you making a point to place his hand in your back pocket giving your ass a hard squeeze. As you entered a local grocery store, you grabbed a hold of the cart and began to push.

“Do you know if we had met before the world had gone to shit, I could have guaranteed it would have been in a store just like this?”

“Oh really, and how would that have gone. How would you have swept me off my feet?” You asked as you came across some can’s that you quickly placed into the cart.

“Funny Meat-ing you here or what can you see in my trousers right now is not a banana, do you still wanna suck on it?” An eruption of giggles erupted from your chest. They were completely terrible. Nothing like Negan’s usual pick up lines.

“So your pick up lines were terrible before all of this shit happened.”

“Hell no, but there is only so much grocery related humour a man can use that isn’t too corny. Say what bout you, what would you have done.”

“Honestly I would have probably checked you out and never approached you. That would have been foolish on my part.”

“ I would have been all over you like a bee on an ice-cream. Well then baby, I am glad that we met in these extremely fucked up times. Now let’s see what else we can find. There’s gotta be something right. ”

Store after store, the three of you search through, from the pharmacy to the charity store, everything seemed to have already been taken, but you still took anything either of you could be useful. Until the three of you became aware of a store only up the road a little.

“Any idea what it could be?” You questioned as it hadn’t appeared on the map.

“No idea Darlin’, let’s go investigate. Who knows perhaps we could hit the jackpot.

“That was not the plan Michonne set, you’re breaking the rules! If Michonne finds out, Negan is never going to be allowed back out of his cell.” Turning around abruptly, you stopped Brandon in his tracks

“Do not tell me what Michonne will do. I’ve known Michonne a hell of a lot longer than you have. Michonne would do the same thing, If there is a possibility of more supplies, then we take it. So you either get back to the fucking truck or you come with! While we’re at it, never tell me that if I disobey a plan then Negan will never come out of his cell! You have no idea what we’ve had to endure to get here!” Walking ahead, Negan smirked.

“That’s my girl! One day Kid you’re going to find someone who tickles the boat the way she tickles mine.” Brandon sighed as he caught up with the two of you. Once at boarded-up doors, you knocked four times. Nothing.

“Everyone ready.” With Negan’s help, the two of you broke away the plyboard. Pulling the door open, you flicked on your torches, to see what you all had wandered into.

“A Halloween Shop? Hoped for a sex shop but this isn’t too bad either. So many possibilities. Don’t you think Sweetheart?”

“There is nothing useful here, let’s just go it will be dark soon,” Brandon complained, but this was perfect. Something entirely normal, some of the younger children in the community had never been able to experience Halloween before.

“Sweetheart, what do you think?” Negan asked as he wrapped his arm around you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Gather everything we can put it into the truck. Costumes buckets whatever there is !”

“What use is that going to be for anyone? It would be literal-”

“Stop right there Kid. Now go do as she says and there won’t be any trouble. You might be above me, but I know for shit you are not above someone who’s on the council. Do as she says!” Brandon stormed off in an unknown direction leaving you and Negan alone at least momentarily.

The two of you walked over to the cart section and pulled out two, before slowly walking down the first aisle.

“I’ve changed my mind Sweetheart, we would have met here. It would have given more way more fucking material to work with.” Smiling you begin to load the trolley with Halloween lights, Eugene would be able to use the wiring.

As you stopped to pick up some tableware, you felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around you, Negan’s chest pressed tightly against your back.

“What says we make this little expedition of ours more interesting? This place is no sex shop, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find something for later.

We’re going to separate so no one can cheat or know what the other one is up too. We’re meeting back up was that fucking large ass pumpkin over there. Also, there is no restriction on the number of items you can find ” Negan began to place sweet and precise kisses onto your neck.

“That sounds like a challenge, but what does the winner get?” You quipped back as you leaned into Negan’s touch.

“Anything they want?”

“Anything, now that does sound interesting. Get prepared to lose.”

“Sweetheart, I never fucking lose”

The two of you set off taking two completely directions. You had never realised how massive this store was, there were costumes everywhere, as you proceeded to pick up as many in different sizes as possible. After discovering a vacant box, you decided that everything you found for your challenge, it would go in there. Although so far you had only thought of a Sheriff’s costume and that was to antagonise Negan rather than please him. The look on his face if you told him you wanted to dress up in a costume that reminded you of Rick’s old one would be priceless.

The first pick of yours was a sexy police officer costume with a matching inmate costume. Negan often enjoyed allowing you to take control and this for sure would allow that.

The second outfit that you choose was a typical nurses outfit, while it might have been outdone in the past, there was no timeframe when you would ever walk into a store like this again.

The third and fourth outfits you decided to pick up where a lumberjack and a Steampunk costume that you were certain that Negan would love. There were a couple of surprises as well. When you were certain you needed to gather more for the rest of the community.

“Well shit baby, you have been busy. I feel like a kid on Christmas. and I can’t wait to open my presents.” Negan leaned in close to your ear.

“But your going to have to show me later because we’re being watched by that freaky kid. At least Carl would have allowed us to have some fun, he would have loved this.”

“Your right, he would have done. So why don’t we get finished up here and spend the night in the cabin before heading off tomorrow. Then when we get home, we can have our own Halloween special.” Negan smirked. It would certainly be a Happy Halloween for him...

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baejax-the-great · 4 years

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Intruders

Pre-relationship Fen/Hawke, 1762 words

Fenris finds his mansion is not as empty as he’d like it to be.

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There were voices in the mansion. Fenris had been out, waiting for nightfall before heading down to the stalls to purchase some hot food. If he had been up in the room he had claimed for his own while he waited for the slave hunters to find him in Kirkwall, he might not have heard the muffled sounds over the crackling of the fireplace or the whipping of the wind by the window.

He padded down the dark corridors until he located light spilling from the cracks around a door. Hunters, burglars, whoever they were, they were unskilled, foolish, and they would not live long enough to learn from their mistake. Fenris unsheathed his sword, took a breath, and kicked it open.

The muffled sounds, laughter, he realized, immediately ceased. His momentum brought him over the threshold, his sword already arcing toward the unfortunate intruders, when he realized it was Hawke and Bethany in the room before him.

The force needed to divert his aim threw off his balance, his body smashing into the table just after his sword did.

Both Hawkes watched him with matching wide, brown eyes. Bethany’s mouth had dropped open.

Hawke was the first to recover. "Hello to you, too, Fenris," she said from her place on the floor, “Lovely evening.” He scrambled to his feet, leaving the sword where it lay. Bethany sat behind Hawke on a chair, a bowl in one hand and a small brush that appeared to be covered in paste in the other. A blob fell off the end and landed in Hawke’s hair.

“You said he was fine with us using this room,” Bethany accused her sister.

“What I actually said was--”

“You know what you implied!”

“Well I didn’t think he’d even notice we were here! And I certainly didn’t think he’d greet us with enough force to level a building. Lesson learned.”

“What are you doing here?” Fenris demanded. Their squabbling along with the strangeness of the scene prevented him from beginning to process the fact that he’d almost murdered the two people in Kirkwall who had thus far shown him the most kindness during his stay here.

Hawke whipped her head around. “Isn’t it obvious? Bethany is touching up the roots of my hair.”

Fenris narrowed his eyes. Did she not understand that he had almost killed her? “What?”

Hawke huffed. “Unlike you, I don’t have naturally pale hair. Or super-naturally pale hair, I suppose.” Fenris stared at her blankly. Bethany had finally noticed the glob of paste that had fallen on her sister, and was now attacking it with the little brush in her hand. “I dye it,” Hawke clarified, “Or Bethany does, really. She’s very good at it when no one is swinging a sword at her. She could do any color you like. If you wanted to try a different color for your hair--”

“I don’t,” he snapped. He had almost taken her head off, and she was asking if he wanted to change the color of his hair? “I mean, why are you doing this here?”

“It’s very tight in Gamlen’s house,” Bethany said without looking up, “And he disagrees with the smell. Hawke said you weren’t exactly using these rooms… Well, what she actually said,” Bethany continued, yanking on Hawke’s hair and earning an annoyed yelp, “Was that you wouldn’t mind, which I took to mean you knew she’d been using your mansion as a storage room and weren’t about to bludgeon us to death.”

By the looks of it, they’d been coming here for weeks. The cobwebs were gone, the hearth was stocked with plenty of firewood, and a pile of books sat next to an armchair. The table that he’d wounded with his botched entrance held a collection of weapons taken off the thugs Hawke was always attracting, along with poisons, lockpicks, and jewelry she had not yet fenced--things she would not want her uncle to get his hands on. He turned back to Hawke, who had apparently been very successfully evading his notice while carrying heavy burdens inside of his home.

“You dye your hair?” he asked stupidly. Pale hair caught attention, and he knew this not only from his own silver hair. Hers was striking. As tall as he was, with large, dark eyes set over high cheekbones, Hawke did not need gimmicks to draw the eye. He found his gaze constantly pulled toward her. But in her line of work, with a sister she wished to hide, it seemed foolish to alter her appearance to become more noticeable.

“Mine would be as black as hers, otherwise,” Hawke said, with a tilt of the head toward Bethany. Then again, Bethany was also a beautiful woman, but he had not realized this until he had spent an evening with her in the absence of Hawke.

“When I was young, my mother cut my hair very short,” Hawke continued, “For a time, nobody could tell me apart from my brother. You can imagine how both of us felt about that. Bethany came up with the solution. She was only supposed to make my hair a little lighter, but it came out almost white. I liked it that way, so I kept it.”

He supposed beauty was its own sort of distraction. Fenris wondered if he would have allowed them to finish their work on Hawke’s hair if she had not aimed her most charming smile at him. Certainly his enjoyment of the evening did not hinge on the beauty of his companions once he had sat down in the armchair with his supper and opened a bottle of wine for them to share, but it may have been the catalyst for him to stay in the room at all. Even as she sat on the floor with her head covered in paste, he found his eyes naturally settled on Hawke. In the firelight, he realized she had freckles.

For their part, the sisters seemed happy to spend an evening without their mother or uncle. They stayed long after Hawke had washed her hair of the paste and sat drying it with her back to the fire, both of them happy to have someone new to share old stories with. Having none of his own, Fenris contented himself to listen.

But then, Hawke had a way of drawing him out. He had no childhood memories or sibling squabbles to relate, but she got him talking about his time in Kirkwall. This naturally led to his opinion of HIghtown, and from there his assessments of his neighbors, their goals, their weaknesses, the flaws in their security measures. Hawke’s face lit up as he guessed at their probable vices. A couple months with little to do outside of Hawke’s excursions, and he’d had time to observe the nobility of the city.

“They’ve all been in each others’ beds,” he noted, “Except for Lady Carrac. After a time, it became clear to me that she preferred the beds she found in the Chantry and the clergy who occupied them. Her husband touts her piety to all around.”

“No,” Hawke laughed, hand on her chest. “Next time I’m there I’ll be too busy wondering which one it is to properly ignore the Revered Mother.”

“They’ll be wearing perfume,” he replied, “Clergy can’t display fancy clothes or trinkets from their trysts, but a bottle of perfume is easily hidden and the scent can be worn in the open. It adds to the game.”

“So I’ll just have to sniff them all like a mabari. No, wait, I have one of those. Porthos can find them out for me.”

Fenris turned to Bethany, who had been silent for a time. Her head rested on Hawke’s shoulder, her eyes closed. Hawke followed his gaze and flashed a rueful smile. “Don’t take it personally. I think it’s something about being the youngest child. As long as she feels safe, she can fall asleep anywhere. It’s no reflection on your conversational skills.”

“If it were, it would be accurate.” He frowned. “After what happened tonight, she feels safe with me?”

Hawke grinned. “You only tried to kill us for a moment, and then you stopped. That counts for something. Anyway, you know how it is. People try to kill me every day. If I held it against them, I don’t think I would have any friends left in this city.”

Friends. He had used Hawke for his own ends, and offered his service in repayment. The truth was he needed the coin and she attracted jobs that he couldn’t. But friends… the last people who had treated him kindly had ended up slaughtered by his own blade. He had nearly killed her tonight. Fenris could not afford to have friends.

“I should probably take her home,” Hawke said with a sigh, “But it was nice to spend a night out without risking the templars. She never complains, but I know the Hanged Man can be too loud for her. We are just simple country girls after all.”

An apostate and her mercenary sister who, in an effort to find an evening of peace, broke into the mansion abandoned by Tevinter magisters and claimed by an ex-slave with the ability to rip out hearts-- they were anything but simple. Their lives were complex, and Fenris didn’t need to add to it. They did not need a friend like him. Still, watching how Hawke coaxed her sister awake with some quiet words, Bethany’s small complaints and Hawke’s teasing nudges, he felt a sort of longing for an intimacy he didn’t remember. Perhaps he’d never had it. He turned his gaze away.

“Are you going to tell anyone my secret?” Hawke asked as he escorted them to the front door.

It took him a moment to understand her meaning. “That you are vain about your hair?”

“That’s one way to put it,” she muttered with narrowed eyes, but she nodded.

He assured her, “I will tell no one.” Both women stepped into the cool night air and out of his home.

“Good,” Hawke said with a smile over her shoulder, “Because I set up a card table the next room over, and I was wondering if you’d like to join us this week. Everyone will be over around eight tomorrow. Goodnight!”

Fenris let out a huff of air at her retreating back as Hawke guided her sister into the shadows. Closing the door, he considered bolting it, but he knew it wouldn’t matter. Hawke had a way of getting in places she wasn’t invited.

#fenhawke #my writing #leandra hawke #this was meant to be like 300 words of two dumb head canons of mine #and now it's 1800 words #hope it's not boring?

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imdoingthismspaintadventure · 5 years

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In which I nerd out about PS and portal windows.

THE GREEN TEXT WAS ATTRACTIVE. NOW VIEW THE RED TEXT AGAIN.

Oh god we’re going back to TG again.

John is 1000% done with all these huge logs.

TG: when the film crew zooms where the presidents at TG: im like if that dudes black ill eat my hat TG: turns out he is, so we're all "damn, director's got gumption" TG: like we'll all flip our shit he aint shining shoes or somethin TG: its called freemancipation. if its not pres-election its god-ascension TG: in bruce almighty. whoops, different bruce from the one i just mentioned EB: aaaaaarrrgh!

Oh my fucking god TG was still going on and on with his reality-shattering godraps. That is amazing.

He is creating the perfect pop culture amalgam in there, too! I said it before but TG, you are a treasure.

TG: cant explain to me why this aint condescension to think ill shit a brick TG: not even he can convey the intention with his quickspun wit TG: rather defray all this tension, sit on his lap while he whittles a splint TG: and some guy eyes what he does and patronizes: i guess negrocity's the mother of invention

I’m having an astral journey reading this.

TG, what in the actual fuck are you talking about??

You are the god of rambling I swear

EB: stop rapping for a second you horse's ass! EB: i have something important to talk about. TG: whats up EB: rose is in trouble and she needs help. i was going to connect to her with sburb but i lost my copy! TG: ok

Horse’s ass is a good insult.

Yeah I guess TG now has to bail her out after the car fuckup

EB: also she lost battery power. if she can get back up and running, she'll need someone with the game to get her out of there before her house burns down. EB: so i think you should use your copy of the game to help her! TG: my copy? TG: thats going to be tough

Oh no what will the shenanigans be this time.

EB: why? TG: i lost it TG: its a stupid story and id rather not talk about it TG: shit be embarrassing yo

Oh fucking hell.

Why are all the copies of this game getting lost so easily??? Take care of your videogames!!

What did you do to lose it, now I’m scared of whatever bullshit sequence of events transpired

EB: i thought you said you had two? TG: well yeah TG: one is my brothers copy EB: ok, well get his then! TG: alright TG: but hes not gonna be happy about that

Is this going to be like a Dad situation where there is an interactive boss? That was really great so I hope it is!

EB: whatever. EB: also you might want to read rose's walkthrough to get up to speed on this. TG: oh man EB: what? TG: nothing really TG: look all im saying is the girl tends to lay it on kinda thick you know? EB: /ROLLS EYES

Embrace the purple prose TG! Let it envelop you in its glorious overwritten radiance!

Ooh we’re back with the purple lady herself!

She needs to find an alternative energy source asap, to help John and be able to stay communicated, before she burns to death!

Your LAPTOP is out of BATTERY POWER. There's only one thing left to do. Time to make your way to that BACKUP GENERATOR.

Yup, figured it would end up being relevant.

Rose: Knit laptop cozy to shield your laptop from the rain.

...really?

Time managment is not really your strong point it seems.

Oh you already had one made!!

The heart octopus is just the best.

I remember her inventory system to be an unholy nightmare.

That would be such a waste of time! Besides, you already knitted one a while ago. You retrieve it from your KNITTING BAG and apply it to your LAPTOP. You captchalogue the LAPTOP PLUS COZY.

Cozy laptop is cozy!

Rose: Equip grimoire to strife specibus.

Ooh.

That could either result in getting arcane eldritch powers that man was not meant to know... or just a book to bludgeon people to death with.

Both seem worth it.

NOPE

I change my mind this just screams death.

That would be incredibly ill-advised! There are some dark forces you just don't want to mess around with. You understand this better than most. You put the book down.

I like the fact that Rose has an object with such dark and terrible powers even the inventory system and the narrator are advising us to put it as far away as possible from anything resembling a weapon slot.

Was I correct in the eldritch powers thing??

Rose: Recaptchalogue your items!

Oh hello again you terrible, terrible captchalogue system.

You grab the KNITTING BAG and the GRIMOIRE, in that order. It's always a logistical puzzle with your TREE MODUS. The tree AUTO-BALANCES, leaving the KNITTING BAG accesible in the ROOT CARD.

Imagine having one of this in a real videogame.

Seems the kind of move Yoko Taro would do.

................That rithym minigame

Rose: Allocate knitting needles to strife specibus.

Eesh, that seems like a very nasty weapon by necessity.

You feel a lot more comfortable with this as a weapon. You're so handy with those needles, you feel like you could probably use them to filet a sword fish.

Damn, Rose could be fucking deadly with those.

Say goodbye to all the tender spots of flesh in your body.

John has it lucky with his captchalogue thing.

You lose the ROOT CARD in the process, severing the tree. Hey, careful with all that stuff!

Yeah let’s not break the laptop. Or the Necronomicon, Or both.

Rose: Knit plush cuddle-cthulhu to soothe nerves.

Greatest idea so far.

...it’s the actual necronomicon isn’t it.

That would also be a preposterous waste of time!!! Besides, you're quite sure you've never heard of this creature called "Cthulhu" before. There are however many other specimens of the ZOOLOGICALLY DUBIOUS you're familiar with. Such as...

Or this universe’s version of it at least.

Rose: Consult the grimoire.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT’S FLUTHLU!! WITH A BUNCH OF HORRIFYING BEASTS AROUND IT.

IN THE IMAGINARY CITY STREETS

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU GOT STABBED BY A VERY CHARISMATIC DETECTIVE AND BEHEADED BY A WINDOW PORTAL.

IN CASE YOU COULDN’T TELL, I REALLY APPRECIATE THE REFERENCE.

FLUTHLU, FOUL PATRICIAN OF MISERY. To hear his mammoth belly gurgle is to know the Epoch of Joy has come to an abrupt end

Oh god, we get to see even greater elder gods now!!

Nrub’yiglith.... is that a reference to Shrub-Niggurath? Seems the most likely one to me.

And NRUB'YIGLITH, SHAMEBEAST KING OF GROTESQUERY, WRITHE-LORD OF THE MOIST BEYONDHOOD. Hearing his melodious chirps and tongue-clicks causes one's bones to explode.

WRITHE-LORD OF THE MOIST BEYONDHOOD!!

These descriptions are fucking amazing.

Oglogoth....Ok, this is definitely Azathoth, the daemon sultan.

Nice!

And of course there's OGLOGOTH, THE DEEP ONE. Whenever he grinds his teeth, all the children of a random galaxy somewhere will frown continuously for a nine thousand year span.

These fucking descriptions.... Holy shit give me 500 of these.

He is the first and smallest of the SMALLER GODS, appointed in servitude of a vile, unfathomable pantheon of MIDDLING GODS which caters to the whims of the NOBLE CIRCLE OF HORRORTERRORS, an omniscient, omnipotent order of the elite few, forever cloaked in the darkness of the FURTHEST RING.

What the fuck???

So in the homestuck universe, Azathoth is just a scrub! There are a whole three tiers above him in power!

The noble circle of horrorterrors, cloaked in the darkness of the furthest ring...

Someone should make a story with all this lore, or use it in a DnD campaign. Some of this is legitimately really good.

OH MY GOD

THE WINDOW PORTALS. THEY ARE OUTLINED HERE AS WELL.

And then there's this strange page containing some rather mysterious notes on summoning procedures. You've never been quite sure what these diagrams are getting at.

.....of course they are the summoning rituals!!

They lead to the imaginary city and if you cut their power while you are outside an eldritch being appears!!

Flutulhu was summoned after a city-wide blackout, so I wonder what would be needed for oglogoth... I was going to say a planet-wide blackout, but the imaginary city is.....all that exists over there, alongside the four realms and the cathedral/brothel/sun and moon/GPI, and all the other cosmology.

Maybe if you were outside a window during the last supermassive black hole?? That is probably the most pitch black you could ever get while in the imaginary world....

#Homestuck #Homestuck liveblog #mspaintadventures #mspaintadventures liveblog #Problem Sleuth #oglogoth

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nigelspookerjee · 5 years

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SAW Thoughts:

P.G. Krolmeister: “thanks for cracking that Canute case, N.D.! Have an all expense paid trip to one of the most haunted ryokans in Japan for a little R&R, my treat lolol.” He has a weird way of showing gratitude...

Not even in the ryokan five minutes and so it begins: “What happened to your mother?” I think I’m gonna keep count of how many times Nancy asks this throughout the game.

Nancy to Bess and George: “getting settled in, but I’ll be seeing you guys soon.” HAHAHAHA YOU LIAR

In the last game, I was able to set the Hardy Boys as my phone background. This game, Dave Gregory. Is HeR on the same page with us about Ned??? :D

Ugh, Takae’s l o n g...d r a w n... o u t... s e n t e n c e s... I did not miss this at all and yet I suffer through it because I love this game. Plus it gives me time to type out my thoughts so thanks, Takae, I guess.

I am nothing if not a completionist, but completing all of these damn nonograms/sudoku, and renograms to get that award is VERY time consuming BUT I NEED TO DO IT.

Why does Nancy have herself as a contact to call in her phone? What’s she gonna do? Call herself and tell her what’s going on at the ryokan she’s staying at and then...she’s just...going to...reply to herself?? Nancy..ru ok¿

*Nancy waking up in the middle of the night because of a shadow outside her room* “Excuse me, Miss? You are sleepwalking outside on my balcony. Not only is that dangerous, but I have work at 7am AND I work for 12 hours...could u sleepwalk somewhere else? Thanks a bunch.”

Nancy Drew: not above pimping her friends out to men for information on a case

I remember when the girl in the mirror used to scare the SHIT out of me. Now I’m just like, Rentaro, u dumb bitch. I hope ur paying for those damages.

I fucking SUCK at origami *crumples up paper and hits Takae in the head with it* BULLSEYE!

WHY CANT NANCY PRONOUNCE RENTARO’S NAME RIGHT AFTER SHES HEARD OTHERS SAY IT A DOZEN TIMES OVER?????¿¿¿

Yumi: “Hey hi what’s up hello just met you, make bento for me BYE. Also, here’s the key to my apartment, I trust you enough not to steal anything or Yano, come in while I’m asleep and bludgeon me to death. Also here’s my phone number, gonna send you some selfies LOL.” Yumi is definitely my favorite character in this game though.

The only time Takae talks fast is when I’m trying to keep up with the names of the items she’s talking about for the tea ceremony. For fuck’s sake.

Nancy: why do you spend all of your time here when you live next door? Rentaro: BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO DEAL WITH KEEPING TABS ON THE ROBOT I MADE OF MY GIRLFRIEND’S DEAD MOTHER, WREAKING HAVOC AND WHATNOT.

Nancy spying on Miwako and Rentaro through a peephole reminds me of Norman Bates pretty much doing the same in Bates Motels (if u haven’t watched it 10/10 WOULD recommend)

Pachinko suffices my gambling addiction

Logan is a huge chode

Takae is in the middle of an epic monologue so I’m just typing away ignoring her until she’s done...weathers wonderful, trump sucks, MID is actually coming out?? This season of Game of Thrones has let me down so very much..I wonder if Bernie from CRY is still alive?? blah blah I want pizza or Taco Bell can’t decide..OKAY SHES DONE THX FOR READING

I’ve pissed off Takae and Miwako asking about Kasumi, time to go piss off Yumi now. GIVING PTSD TO ALL THE SHIMUZI FAMILY!

I’m v. confused about what happens to kill Nancy when she gets locked in that room. Does the ceiling or something fall on her head, resulting in permanent brain damage? “I’m Dancy New, bonjour to my latest stint..Water at Edge’s Shadow..I teach Japanese to American adults.” Or does Rentaro attack her from behind and just outright kill her? Either thought is v. disturbing.

Of course the Nanogram picture is a Fox because there’s a fox in the hen house *cough cough* Rentaro...okay I’m done now

The family’s story is extremely tragic and you could see them all grieving Kasumi in different ways and how it’s basically torn them apart...it’s heartbreaking.

I make Rentaro pack his bags and GTFO. I don’t give him a chance to explain things to Miwako because it’s despicable what he did AND HE TRIED TO KILL ME LIKE THREE TIMES AND RUIN KASUMI’S MEMORY AND THE RYOKANS LEGACY. Sorry not sorry...some (most) men are just disappointing.

I fucking love this game so much. Pretty sure this was the first game that actually terrified me even though I was already an adult when I first played it. I saw The Grudge when I was like 8 and have had PTSD from it ever since so that prob explains it. All in all, GOOD GAME.

Btw, I counted 25 total times that Nancy asked “What happened to your mother?” 🤦🏼‍♀️

#nancy drew #clue crew #SAW #shadow at the water's edge #playthrough #thoughts

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mimiplaysgames · 5 years

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The Ocean On His Shoulders (1/2)

Pairing: Terra/Aqua Rating: T Word Count: 4,272

Summary: She’s been waiting for him for so many years. When he finally sees her, Terra realizes that instead of saving her from the Realm of Darkness, he must save her from herself.

A/N: THERE ARE NO SPOILERS IN THIS FIC - only things that were shown in trailers and my own ideas. So I got this prompt from @steadyknight that went something like this: “A semi-fixed Terra finally has his heart back... But now to save Aqua dearest, heartbroken from her ongoing Darkling transformation, he sees that the only way is to sacrifice that which he longed for so long.” Or in other words - “break his heart into pieces.” WHOOO there are some serious consequences in such a prompt, and I had to actually break this outline into two parts. This part addresses the prompt directly - the other half addresses its meaning. I do hope it’s enjoyable! Thank you for the prompt, it was quite a challenge to get a vision for it. I basically also had to make peace with how salty I am over how it seems that Sora will be saving her, LMAO.

Title taken from Gary Schyman’s piece for Bioshock.

Terra knew what he would be facing. They told him what to expect, where to find her, and how to get there. They told him to prepare himself. It was probably going to be painful to see her that way, and he retorted that saving her was his responsibility and his alone. The journey so far had been a never-ending war, and a nagging thought at the back of his mind wondered if this place was sentient enough to understand what he was trying to do. The hordes of Heartless he’d been bludgeoning the entire way were means to stop him from getting to her.

And if the Realm of Darkness truly wanted to keep her, the kinds of monstrosities he fought were proof that it meant its threats. Which was part of the problem: she was now the Realm, and the Realm was her.

Put simply, she wasn’t waiting anymore. She was lurking.

Riku and the King had given him enough details so that he’d have a sense of what that meant. Yet, once the dirt he was stepping on finally gave way into sand, and he heard the crashing of waves, and the moon’s light illuminated the beach, he succumbed to what he knew was false hope. Maybe she would agree to go with him. Maybe she’d be comforted to finally see him again, instead of strangers. Maybe she would smile.

Heartless awaited him on that small beach, but they did not attack. They stared him down with those bright yellow eyes that served as their only means of expression on their otherwise impression-less faces: blank and feral. They simply acknowledged his existence as if it was the most important thing to them. And as though they had all shared the same thought, they slithered backward into the water, forsaking him.

Not once did they break their stare from him. They sank, their glowing eyes keeping watch on him until they faded from his sight, until the murky water eventually forced what little light they had through their sockets to disappear. He couldn’t shake the sense that they were still there observing him – he just couldn’t see them anymore.

She wasn’t here, though. He was alone on that beach, and he’d have the sense to start calling for her when a gripping feeling in his throat stopped him. The water. Something was wrong with the water.

The waves were alluring enough, but it was an invitation to suffocate. The rock formations that hugged along the shoreline twisted and stretched out unnaturally. It almost looked like they were meant to be something else, as though they had died the moment they were born.

And then his heart beat. She arrived.

The moonlight brightened the surface of the water enough for a shadow to grow, an open trapdoor to the depths below. Darkness swirled out of this opening like smoke. Two hands crept out, grabbing onto the water as if it was solid ground, and she pulled herself out.

She was merely a shadow, but he knew it was her. Call it hearts being connected: he knew who was walking toward him, the moon basking over a black silhouette of a woman walking on water, her steps sounding as if she was stepping on puddles.

The part that hurt the most was knowing he couldn’t hug her hello. He stepped forward as well, but stopped. He kept his feet on the sand, just inches short of where the water massaged the earth. Everything in his body screamed at him not to take another one further, as if the sea would swallow him in one gulp. Even with his entire suit of armor to protect him, Terra expected it would be torn to shreds once he was in.

It was only when she stood directly in front of him, her own feet never leaving the waterside, that the shadow dissipated and he finally looked upon her beautiful face. Scarred by golden eyes, hair that turned whiter the further away it grew from its roots, and skin that was so charred and so violet, she was clearly turning into something else. The darkness floated off of her as though her skin breathed it. She wasn’t human anymore, even if she looked it, and this precious girl he’d been in love with for years stood there with all the evidence that showed how much she rotted away for all this time waiting.

His nose burned and tears streamed down his face. His helmet was a blessing, hiding the guilt he wore on his face. He didn’t want to provoke her anger with such a pitiful look – he already knew well enough this was his fault. The least he could have done was have the strength to tell her not to follow him as he fell into darkness; he should have been the one to turn into a monster instead of her paying such a price.

Aqua, who once opened her bedroom door when he knocked late one night. He had hoped she was awake to talk away his worries about the upcoming Mark of Mastery Exam. And she welcomed him with a big smile on her face despite how tired she really was. And they talked. For hours. About anything. Until they fell asleep on her floor, dragging her blankets and pillows down with them, just like they did when they were children.

Aqua now stood there with a look as if seeing him was the greatest offense she could have experienced.

“Terra,” she said with an anger so mute and a face as placid as it could get with such furrowed brows, it almost seemed as though she was trying to stop herself from ravaging him. “It’s been a long time.”

It was hot inside the armor, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. The mucus in his nose didn’t allow him to breathe, and he instead tried to do so through his teeth in order to calm himself. “A-Aqua,” he nearly sobbed. “I-”

“You’re very late.” She stressed that last word, as if to get across how long it had been since they’ve last seen each other.

He was a head taller than her, but he felt as small as a puppy shivering in fear. He hung his head. “I know. I know I am.”

“You know, but you never came.” Her jaw quivered, and she mustered every ounce of control to speak further. “You don’t actually know anything. You don’t know sadness. You don’t know loneliness. You don’t know what it feels like to find the comfort in surrendering to your fate.”

“Aqua,” he pleaded. “I can’t pretend to know anything about what you’ve been through and there is no apology that could ever make up for it. I could give you a million regrets and it wouldn’t change a thing and I’m sorry I can’t do more. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His voice broke, and she had enough mercy to give him time to find it again. “But I’m here to at least do something. To help you.”

“Why do you think I’m like this? How dare you show up here? Now? The only reason I’m here was to give you a chance at freedom. You should have had my back.”

“I can take you home. I can take you back to the Realm of Light.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she raised her voice a notch, without losing her efforts to remain calm. “I’ve hurt myself for years misleading myself in faith. Believing that you or someone out there would take the time to find me.” Her face contorted into fury, her voice nearly growling. “You will rot here, and I’ll show you thirteen years’ worth of misery.”

With that, she lost her self-control. Shadows gripped him like whips, and with a swing of her arm and a yell, she propelled him out onto the water. He hit the surface with a crashing thud, rolling over.

He didn’t sink. It was as if there was hidden glass tucked itself just beneath. It must have been his armor that stopped him from descending, protecting him from whatever was down there waiting.

She summoned a Keyblade – a stolen one. And she skated across the water, closing the distance in between them in one graceful boost, using her momentum to land a sickening blow. He dodged, the water he was standing on bursting out like a geyser the moment she hit it.

“You have every right to be angry!” he called as he managed to get on his feet.

Her face contorted when she heard that. Anger, apologies, help, loneliness – all of these reminders exposed her pain, like jabbing at an open gash. And like a wounded animal desperately trying to survive, she immediately went after him.

He didn’t want to fight her. He didn’t want to touch a hair, or summon his Keyblade in defense. He didn’t come all the way down here just to harm her further than what she’s already been through. The unfairness of it all.

So he ran in circles, dodging her attacks in the hopes that she would get tired. But he was prey that kept getting caught by a predator who knew better. With every stumble, he cast a weak Cure just to keep himself going.

Aqua didn’t give him time to breathe, looming over him with that Keyblade raised.

“I can’t believe this,” he muttered to himself, summoning his own to block the attack.

She stumbled back from his counter, taking a moment of her own to collect herself. It wasn’t a powerful block, but it broke her patterns enough to snap her out of them.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Aqua,” he said, keeping his Keyblade in hand but lowering it as if to mitigate the threat.

Her glare was icy. “You already have,” she said calmly, right before a glowing shadow developed around her. In an instant, several copies of her paraded around the water.

All of them were phantoms and were untouchable when he swung. Yet they had a sustenance, throwing powerful shocks that would bring him down on his knees, again and again.

Then the real one lunged at him, and he barely dodged without getting smeared by her direct hit. She was swift, and picked herself up quickly after the miss to follow up on another strike - until Keyblades clashed and grinded against each other, him on his knees and her towering over him.

She wasn’t stronger than him, yet his weapon vibrated from her force. Magic. She relied on it to build up her stamina and control her technique. This was a method she always used against his sheer brawn, and even in darkness she was the same. However, if he continued this game of cat and mouse, he would lose soon. As much as he didn’t want to cause her pain, failing this fight wouldn’t help her either.

As if reading his mind, she said, “you will drown here with me.”

That was it.

“I will not!” He put muscle into it and pushed her off of him. He stood up tall. “You’re coming with me… even if I have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming.”

As a taller, bigger fighter, Terra’s methods were all about closing in on his opponent with the goal of striking them down, accompanied by such a long, massive Keyblade to support his approach. This was why Aqua developed to be such a nimble gymnast, relying on evading and magic to balance out where she was weak. She’d hit him where he was open, countering quickly enough so that he didn’t have the time to react. Using magic to cast finishing blows and to overwhelm him.

But that Aqua was of the past. This one had new tricks up her sleeve. She had her phantoms. She had control over the water as she commanded it to shift under his feet. She warped. The power the darkness gave to her spells tripled their robustness.

And yet, she wasn’t the only one to learn something new.

Years of struggling under Xehanort’s control gave Terra the time to really customize Master Eraqus’ expertise - chain whips, designed to enslave darkness and regain control of the battlefield. Advanced and powerful, Terra had normally struggled with such an ability, whereas Aqua learned it with ease. But if light was a part of the heart, and the Keyblade merely an extension of that, being separated from both taught Terra the true meaning of maintaining his own will amidst despair.

He now had the skill to control these chains with only his mind, and he summoned them. They spread over the surface of the water, illuminating everything in a warm, orange glow. Every phantom they passed through combusted in an instant. They rose when they reached the horizon, only to circle back and dome over the seashore. And they closed in on her, wrapping around her in a spiral.

He didn’t know if it was denial that made him refuse to accept what she had become: to see these chains of light trap her so easily, constricting over her body like she was darkness incarnate. Light hurt her too much.

To soften the blow, he used powers of nothingness instead. He stabbed the water with the tip of his Keyblade and left it to stand erect on its own. It glimmered, and orbs of light surrounded her. These were explosives, a warp within the fabric of space and time that Xemnas would pull out to power his attacks. A Nobody’s powers, left behind in his body.

When enough of them materialized, Terra slammed a fist to his palm, and the orbs shot at her like lasers, one after another. She yelled from the pain, and he nearly stopped the attack short from hearing it. But he told himself to have nerve. The darkness wouldn’t have her, and he needed to win this fight to make sure he saw that through.

She dropped to her knees, King Mickey’s Keyblade dissipating. She clutched at her side, and all was quiet enough to hear the rhythm of the waves.

With a choke, Terra ran to meet her at eye level. He removed his helmet to see her face to face. To see her with every color that made her who she was, without the tint of the visor. Water dripped from the strands of her hair, and she gazed into the depths of the sea, defeated.

“Aqua, I’m so sorry.” He wondered if this was yet another throwaway apology. Sorry for hurting her. Again.

She slowly raised her head and gazed at him, her golden eyes soothed by seeing his face. She didn’t speak at first, but merely studied him. “How did I do?” she asked.

How did I do? This was a question they asked each other after every spar. Every practice. Even after exams. This was their way of keeping up with their progress. To see where they could improve. To take their chances to praise the other. It was to help them both succeed and become Masters together. It was about making sure they could reach that shared dream without leaving the other behind.

How did I do? It was proof that Aqua was still in there, somewhere. That she remembered.

“You really had me sweating there,” he said, forcing a chuckle. “Only you can make the darkness look that scary.” He paused a bit, deciding to take the risk of teasing her, like he normally would when they used to be happy. “You could use some more light, though.”

He hoped it would make her smile. Please, please, make her smile.

Her eyes scattered around, as if to process what he said. “I’m so tired,” she replied with a breath, her voice low and sad.

“Then I’ll carry you back,” he said without missing a beat. “You can rest while I take you home.”

She slowly shook her head, as if disagreeing with what he said, and gazed into the moonlight that observed the two of them in the horizon beyond. Shadows from beneath her swirled upward, and they spread enough to make him gasp and step back.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, and she fell over, splashing into the water until she sank.

“No, no, no, no.” He darted to where she stood, digging through the water but all he did was swipe at glass as he saw her body sink lower and lower until she started to fade away. The armor still protected him from sinking. “You can’t have her!”

He dismissed the armor and immediately dropped into the depths, swimming after her. At some point, it stopped existing as an ocean, and gradually changed into empty air, as though it was bottomless. And she sank, her eyes closed and her body relaxed.

It was hard.

He grabbed her and held her close with one firm grip before pivoting to swim back up. The moonlight from this point was so faint, it couldn’t give him any way to see what was down here.

He could join her in these depths. It was easier to give up and let it take over. This way he would still be with her for the rest of time. Sad or angry, it was a better existence than to be separated from her at all.

She was heavy.

These doubts were invasive. He should be fighting for the sake of setting her free. His thoughts betrayed her when he promised himself he’d rescue her, and he would find Ventus along with her. With every stroke upward, her weight doubled, trying to pull him back down. Until his shoulders ached. Until it was hard for him to breathe from all the energy spent in swimming up. To swim up. Swim up. Up.

She was in his arms and he could win her back if he just kept his chin up and his legs kicking. Almost there.

The surface. Something pulled at his ankles and tried to get him under again. He let it take him for a second just to gather energy to swim up. Repeat.

The shore. He crawled onto solid, reliable ground, her body carried by one arm. He could feel the waves hit his legs, but it was finally over.

She lay there, immobile, her eyes gently closed. She was breathing so quickly she panted like a dog. The violet on her skin spread, threatening to take her over.

He turned her over and wiped cold water and wet sand from her face. “Please wake up,” he said. “I know you still have light in there. It led me to you. I couldn’t find you without…” He fought back tears. “There has to be a way to fix this.”

She had no response, no movement. Just breathing like an animal.

“Please tell me what I can do to fix this.” Tears poured out from his eyes. “I wanted to make things right. I swear I did. I should have done it sooner, I should have found the strength to be there when you needed me. Please don’t go.”

He saw her continue to fall to darkness, the way the shadows took every inch of her. If she had any light left, it was going to disappear completely.

He had been on this same brink, many years before. Possession was a technique made possible by suppressing the light within someone’s heart, by destroying their connections with others and by giving them one option: to give up just to feel some ease.

Terra couldn’t save himself when it happened to him. What had saved him all these years - what kept him going and what helped him feel less alone - was the connection he had with his Master.

In death, a spiritual bond was made. A heart taking refuge inside another. Each time Xehanort came to convince Terra to snuff out the last bit of flame that kept his light ablaze, it was Eraqus who kept it burning. Eraqus who gave him the comfort and the encouragement to stay alive. To keep hoping for a chance to change things around.

Terra was alive because Eraqus’ heart was embedded in his own, proof that light shown brightest when he had support.

Aqua needed this, too.

The waves lapped over his ankles from behind. The shadows reached her neck, and were spreading over her chin.

Light was like a flame. It was warm, and with enough care and room to breathe, it would spread. It was cleansing, and without it, there would be no existence. Master Eraqus taught all of his early lessons on the Keyblade using stories that used fire as an analogy, with books that depicted colored sketches of flames, who would give to each other their own essence in case one of them started to flicker.

When one wielder stumbled in their path, the other would help them find their way again.

Terra had one choice. It was a forbidden act – never raise the Keyblade against the heart of another. Never threaten the heart of another. Never touch the heart of another. The heart was sacred and was the source of life. Unnamed damages could befall a person who would play with something so delicate and treasured.

If he attempted to release his own heart in order to place it in hers, he could very well turn into what she was. He could become corrupted beyond saving. The waves could grab him and drag him back down, to use him as a replacement.

Damn the consequences.

“I’m with you, Aqua.”

Terra raised his Keyblade and struck his own chest. The pain sheared at him: sharp and intense at first, a severe pull that tried to take his ribs out. He heard fabric tearing. But then he relaxed.

It was the most tempting, coaxing repose he could have asked for. His mind drifted into sleep, dreaming away his worries and fears. His body went limp and soft, every ache melting away. It was peaceful and cozy in the dark, where he didn’t have to remember a single thing or be aware that he had anything to do. He didn’t want it to end.

He woke up. The windows were incredibly tall, bordered by an intricate gold frame. So tall, that he figured he must be in a palace. Except he didn’t recognize where he was. Outside was a gathering of pine trees, rustling in the wind. It was sunny. But that didn’t give him a clue as to his location, either.

He was in a bed. The sheets were silky, the mattress luxuriously firm, the pillows soft as clouds. All of his muscles ached from too much sleep, and as much as he wanted to continue to doze off, he sat up. The room was enormous, fit for a prince, with furniture that showed off exquisite designs in bright colors with a fancy rug to match.

A girl sat on a chair next to him, her head resting on her arms as she leaned onto the mattress, sleeping away. Her hair was a vibrant blue color, so unique that he stared at her for a second. Which was weird. Normally, he didn’t pay mind to these sorts of details and preferred to keep his nose in business where it belonged. But with the way her bangs fell on her face, he just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Heat rose to his cheeks. This was crazy, and he should get up. Except he wore nothing but a shirt and boxer briefs. Next to a sleeping, beautiful girl. He scrunched up his bedsheets around his hips to hide away his embarrassment.

She moved, grunting from her nap. Her eyes blinked open, revealing the color of a morning sky. They were large and bright, and he swore he could stare at them forever. Especially when she smiled. Now it was overwhelming.

“Terra, you’re awake!” She leaned forward, excited to see him. “Thank goodness.”

This was certainly the best compliment he could ever receive from someone like her.

“Y-yeah,” Terra said, trying his best not to look like a fool. “Where am I?”

“Disney Castle.” She was breathy when she spoke, her grin spreading even further. “Don’t worry, you’re perfectly safe.”

She reached out to touch him. He was half-naked under the sheets.

He scurried away from her, despite that he quite liked the idea if he was going to be honest with himself.

She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” he said too quickly, then cleared his throat. He should try to sound in control of himself, try to make a good first impression. “I’m fine, I feel great. Um… who are you?”

It was an innocent enough question. Ask a pretty girl for her name. But her smile fell. Her eyes widened in shock, and the tears that poured out couldn’t be stopped. She gripped her heart with one hand and covered her mouth with the other as if to suppress a scream. Terra felt bad and a part of him ached to have hurt her this badly. How else could he feel when she acted as though she’d been told that her closest relative had died?

#terraqua #terra #darqua #darkqua #kh fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #it was really challenging trying to write darqua as different as possible from aquanort #and it was challenging to find meaning in this but i think i got it #i'm excited to work on the second half #my fic

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dismuch47 · 5 years

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Game of Thrones Theories

It’s always fun to throw these out there and read them again after things have gone down. So here is my revised theory list, as my predictions have altered somewhat...

ARYA STARK

Hate to say it, but I think she’s gonna die. She was obsessed with legends of heroes as a child... and now she is one: Arya Stark who disguised herself as a boy with her sword Needle, favorite of the Many Faced god, who completed revenge on those who murdered her family, killer of the untouchable Little Fnger, and slayer of dragons. I added the last one, because I KNOW she is going to kill an ice dragon with that spear. She is going to be the source of so much inspiration to bards, but she is going to be cut down in this war against the Night King. “Okay... today...” She will tell the god of Death, “But not this second...” as she does one last amazing feat to give the good guys the tipped scale they need...like a bad ass boss. Gendry will listen to her hero deeds through songs for the rest of his life, bitter sweet smile on his lips for his first love and the most bad ass woman he ever knew.

GENDRY BARATHEON

Obviously I love the Gendrya ship, that’s why they come first to my mind, but I don’t think they are fated to be together. Their love is true, but she never wanted to be a Lady in a castle. And I don’t think she’s going to survive to the very end. But I do feel that Gendry is being built up to take the iron throne. That this series is going to end how it began; the wheel will not break, but it will wear down. But this time... a Baratheon and Stark will rule... as it should have been the first time. Gendry will have bard songs to remember his first love Arya, but he will be in matrimony with Sansa. It will be a political move... but as he is kind, she is beautiful and witty... it will work. Love... not sure, but he’ll be true to her, unlike Robert. Oh... and there is still a chance that he could be legitimate...but I’ve already written about that and don’t want to take the time to write it all up again. Short version: It’s all Jamie’s fault the Cersei is crazy and Gendry was raised by a blacksmith.

SANSA STARK

There was a time that I hoped that Sansa would renew her marriage to Tyrion, for numerous reasons (I might have shipped them at one point..), but I feel that Sansa is no longer bewitched by the idea of being married for the sake of love. It is obvious that the north looks to her as their level-headed ruler, and she becomes more and more like her mother every day... so I feel that she’s going to be on the throne... and pressured to marry Gendry Baratheon. They will have a long winter to turn him into the king figurehead he needs to be... but Sansa is the one pulling the strings and whose council he trusts. It will be political, but they could grow to lust for each other and...who knows... love? The fact that they both love Arya (though for different reasons) is just more common ground.

BRAN STARK

I don’t care. But I feel like the three-eyed raven does more harm then good. Pushes people away. And when his plan totally fails, we’ll see that everything was going to play out exactly the way it would have even without his “help.” Hello I can see everything that has already happened: WORST SUPER POWER EVER. Seriously, warg some crap to make things better for everyone instead of making them feel self-conscious for things they can’t control! I truly believe that the death of the “memory of man” is a good thing...all these prophecies and fates make everyone feel trapped... instead of letting everyone carve their future with bold uncertainty. I’m calling it now... death of three-eyed Raven is a GOOD thing. It will help wear down, or break the cycle.

JON SNOW

He never wanted the throne, and I don’t think him finding out who he is has changed that. It’s only there to add drama and tension. I do feel that he’s going to have to play out that prophecy of killing his beloved, Daenerys... because DRAMA. He’s going to end up either taking their boat baby elsewhere to be raised or he’s going to die. I would like to think he would survive... because I don’t think Dany is going to make it... and the dragon line will continue... though maybe not with the dragons...

MOTHER OF DRAGONS

She dead. The days of commanding mythical creatures and magical people are coming to an end. Drogon will die by the Night King’s Dragon, which will be able to HURT DANY WITH IT’S FLAMES since it is not regular fire... so her mortality in battle will come as a hard blow. Strip her of the muscle, which was gained with muscle and dragons, take away dragons and you have a very vulnerable woman with no real know-how to lead or inspire loyalty. So really, in my opinion, her usefulness is going to run shockingly low once the NK army mows over her 3,000 like nothing. Except for drama. So... boat baby and turning against Jon...and having to be killed by him...for....yah now. DRAMA. I’m sorry, but I’m just over her.

CERSEI LANNISTER

I think Jamie will be responsible for her death, but not in the way that we think. I think she is going to legit kill him. And possibly his gold hand will come into play of her death...whether by being bludgeoned by it (*cough* by Brie of Tarth *cough*) or being melted down into a sentimental weapon to killer her with (*cough* by Brie of Tarth *cough*).

SIR BRIENNE OF TARTH

Oh she gonna LIVE, baby. She gonna team up with The Hound to take down The Mountain. She gonna put the Mad Queen down. And then she gonna be head of the King’s guard. Because that’s how you crush the wheel of sexism, baby!

JAMIE LANNISTER

Dead. Just... dead. He’s gotten redemption, he’s pissed off Cersei and at times is responsible for her madness... so... dead. It’s time. And I’m sure it will be sentimental and in the arms of a gorgeous lady knight which is more than he deserves... Or crumpled up by the Mountain.

TYRION LANNISTER

He’s my fav. He’s my boy. But I don’t know if he’s gonna make it. How nice would it be if he did... that the one that everyone mocks as being weak and useless and ugly makes it out on top...but I just don’t know. If he doesn’t make it, may it be on his witty terms, and not like a coward.

BRONN

Dead.

THEON GREYJOY

I don’t want him to die... because his redemption has been heartbreaking and sincere, but I also don’t want him to live with the memory of what he’s been through. I could see him dying honorably, and it would be a sigh of relief to him.

YARA GREYJOY

You go get that fishy throne! You’re doing amazing sweetie.

NIGHT KING

So I’ve always had a theory that the white walkers and the long winters are basically a reset button for mankind when things get too immoral, incesty, and just unbalanced...so while they are terrifying and it seems horrible that they take infants for their army and slaughter thousands.. look at what the human kingdoms are doing: burning little girls, sacrificing infants, slaughters at weddings, using imprisoning and torturing in the name of righteousness, brother and sister joining in lust, conquerors called messiahs... it’s an unholy mess and the white walkers are like “yucccccck... let’s just mow this over and see if anything worthy crops back up in the spring...” This whole summer verses winter... it’s a tale as old as time: death must come in order to purify for a hopeful spring. It’s a cycle...and I think that the walkers are apart of the cycle when it comes to mankind. But if they are defeated, then mankind is going to be left to face it’s own morality issues, rather than blame an ultimate evil. Can mankind even handle that? And then there’s the theory that the NK is just cruising for a queen, which I find reasonable. And if he is...it’s going to be a Stark, as a call out to the Stark Crow that went mad for a White Walker Queen.

So those are some predictions. It will be interesting to see who gets killed tonight...

#got spoilers #theories

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mixlyra-blog · 5 years

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a little insight into the past;;

Premise: Before Lyra was Lyra--she was Krystal Bae Joo-eun, one of the youngest children in her rich family, and a waitress just for fun at LUMIN8. At least, until something sinister set her eyes onto the sweet, bubbly young girl for a talent she never knew she had.

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Character Appearances: The mysterious figure, her boyfriend, her older sister

Scenario: Krystal Bae has just finished her last night shift at LUMIN8, when 8 stocky and buff men, armed with metal bats and knives attempt to pull her into a van. She tries fighting back, but eventually succumbs, and thus begins the INFAMOUS COLD CASE OF THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF KRYSTAL BAE JOO-EUN

Trigger Warning: Blood, Gore etc.

NOTE: There are some details for her case within this self-para, so police officers, detectives, please take note! Some of these things like the crime scene will be open knowledge, due to her disappearance having been made a case at the MPD, as well as being broadcast in an attempt to find the lost girl. Most of the gangs would have known that someone had disappeared on their turfs, without knowledge, without any prior warning, and that the people that did this had NO AFFILIATION to any of the other gangs.

Things that are OPEN KNOWLEDGE will be BOLD AND ITALICIZED, things that only the POLICE know will be BOLD.

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It all begins with an typical end of a night shift at LUMIN8. Krystal, otherwise and more familiarly known as Joo-eun, never understood why people didn’t like being waitresses. Everyone was just so sociable, so--fun to be around. The cheerful, bubbly and extremely social but tall butterfly chuckled to herself lightly as she waves cheerily at LUMIN8′s manager, a butterfly clip holding up her ponytailed hair, and a bag loosely slung over her shoulder.

Her phone rings, and a beaming smile spreads across her pretty face at the sight of the familiar number as she begins her familiar walk down the street and back to her home.

“Unnie, I’m already on the way home, and no--I don’t need you to come down and chauffeur me back home! I’m eighteen, not five, and I can take care of myself just fine. I brought a pepper spray just like you told me to.” There was a beat of a pause, before a loud huff came from her lips. “ And no of course not, I didn’t take the gun. Wasn’t me. Mhm. Mhm.” The familiar glaze of someone who has heard things repeated one too many times casts over her pretty eyes, the phone lazily pressed against her ear as the buzz of phone chatter from the other end flickered through occasionally as she rummaged her bag. “ Yeah, okay, I got it. Unnie, I’ve got another phone call coming in, I’ll call you back later! And don’t worry, I love you too--” She peppered kisses at the end of the phone with a giggle, before hanging up, her fingers flying over the touch screen of the phone, sending a sweet message to her boyfriend quickly.

{text to »»—♡ the love of my life} hey--i just got off work! wanna come over to my place? i promise that my unnie won’t kill you.

The message flickered for a moment, before a sent sign showed up at the bottom of the i-message, a sweet but satisfied smile flickering gently over Joo-eun’s face.

“Come on, come on. Read the message!” She pouted, almost glaring at the unread status on her phone, before visibly deflating.

Guess she held her hopes tonight just a little too high, huh? Nothing much that was really fun or exciting. A grumbly huff escapes from her lips as she stashes the phone into the pocket of her blue jeans, half of her grey sweater hanging out of the red leather backpack she had slung carelessly in the most inappropriate way of carrying a backpack. Her white converse sneakers squeaked against the ground just as she turned around the corner to take a shortcut through a dark alley back to her house just a few blocks down. Krystal bit down nervously on her lip, scuffling her shoes together as she considered her options. Her Unnie had always warned her about taking shortcuts through the darkness of a small alleyway, especially after her night shifts at 12AM and in the middle of the night. Night visibility wasn’t always good at 1AM , and tonight, for some odd enough reason, it was much worse than usual. A sense of dread crept up on her as she nibbled her lower lip, making the foolish decision to dash right through the dark alley and get the shortcut over and done with.

She shifted her feet, squirming slightly as she prepared herself, counting silently, mouthing the numbers to the countdown for the dash into the dark alley.

Five..Four..Three..Two...One--

“Oi.” Her head whipped around violently at the sound of a male’s voice, alarm ricocheting through her lithe body as she broke into a dash, her breathing rising at an alarming rate as she heard the shouts of the males to stop her, the clatter of metal poles and the blocking of her exit by another three sets of male bodies from the other end of the alley.

She should have asked her Unnie to come pick her up. Terror made her eyes wet slightly with tears, blinking rapidly as she took in the metal bats that they held in their hands, and the imposing, buff sizes of the four males that surrounded her in a circle.

“You’re coming with us. Whether you like it or not.” The male’s voice was low and gravelly, grating, but suppressed as he hefted the bat, all four of the men enclosing all around her like a venus fly trap, leering eyes and jeering faces.

Phone. Yes. Her phone.

Trembling fingers attempted to press the speed dial on her phone, the line immediately connecting her older sister--the only mistake that she made in her nervousness was the fact that she had pressed the loudspeaker button on the phone.

“Hello?” The sound of her sister’s voice would usually be calm and reassuring, but never before and Krystal cursed her sister for talking. She barely manages a squeak before one of the males wrench the phone from her hands, the metal bat lifting and brutally smashing the phone into pieces on the ground. For once, Krystal realises how dire the situation truly is. Here she is--backed into a wall, struggling to think of a possible way of escaping from her attackers to little or no avail.

“Just come with us, little girl.” Her eyes widen as one of the men softens at her frightened look, the raised position of his metal bat dropping slightly as he shifted uncomfortably towards her.

The metal bat was just within arms reach, and even better still--the male wasn’t aware that he had dropped his guard. Krystal didn’t even spare a thought to think of why she instinctively knew all of this. It simply came to her as swiftly as everything else of her senses did--the spotting of the weakness in the male’s left knee as he favoured his weight against his right foot, the uncomfortable adjusting of his hips that told of his weight leaning to one side more than the other, and the lack of tension in his arm muscles that told of his slowly loosening guard.

“Hey. Remember what that guy said? She’s dangerous.”

“She’s just a kid! And he hired us, we’re nothing but muscle men that he flew in for the job--to think that he’d go to such great lengths to kidnap a kid in the midst of a gang filled territory.”

Him? A man? Was this kidnapping because of her family? They were rich--yes, but as of what Krystal remember, none of her siblings nor parents had done anything to deserve anyone's ire. Or maybe that was just what she thought all by herself only. Krystal’s mind whirred at an unprecedented speed as her eyes shifted, breathing gently slowing as she tried to still herself as much as possible--to eliminate the very idea of her own presence being as her fingers crept towards the lowered metal bat. Her fingers curled around the cold frame of it her breath trembling lightly but silently.

Yank it down and out. Down and out. Krystal blinked, thinking if she should do so immediately to surprise the other male, or if she should wait till another thing distracted the male before doing so.

"Oi! She's touching your bat!" The sudden alarm in one of the males opposite the man that had turned his back to her was just the distraction that she needed. The moment the man's hands loosened around his bat in shock, Krystal gave the bat a hard yank, before screaming as she swung the weapon in a sheer amount of desperation and strength right into the man's face. The metal bat whirled a 180 degrees as she swung it from her back right to the front, the metal bat smashing into the face of the man before her with a sickening crunch, blood splattering all over the wall as Krystal raised the bat with sickening vengeance, smashing the weapon down on the males head with an extreme amount of violence repeatedly, the bat violently bludgeoning into the male's skull again and again as brain matter splattered against the wall with every squish of the now deformed bat. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she panted silently, adrenaline pumping in her veins and blood splattered all over her front and face as she turned to face the other two males with a violent grin on her face.

Murder was bad, Killing, even worse--but what was this vengeful tremor that grew in her veins? Self defense, Krystal coaxed herself as she took a deliberate step forth, bat swun over her shoulder and muscles screaming in agony. The remaining two men stumbled back, clearly rattled by the turn of events.

"Hey." Krystal tilted her head lightly to one side, blinking as she contemplated what to say next. "You're next." She wet her lips for a second, before rushing forward, hands gripped tightly on the bent metal bat and forward into further depravity.

....

"She's good." The remaining four men that had followed the hooligans they'd employed and flew over stood silently at the roof of one of buildings close by.

"Good? She's more than good. Fantastic, even. She instantly saw the male's weaknesses in a time of dire need. That needs a lot of training. But her talent makes up for it. Even when I first got brought in I wasn't that fantastic."

"Just the right amount of violence and brutality in her veins. And also, he was right to place her in such a dangerous situation instead of asking us to simply take her away, right from the start. Look, now even she knows the terrifying potential that she has--" The wet sound of the blunt bat against bloodied flesh filled the night air, before the clang of the metal bat being thrown aside rang through the air for a moment, and Krystal collapsed to her knees in exhaustion.

Her fingers trembled, muscles screaming in agony as the adrenaline receded from her body, and the pain from her wounds set in.

The men had been equipped with bats and knives. Whilst she may have had the element of surprise, the two men had their bulk and knives. They were equally as dangerous, perhaps even more than when they had first converged upon Krystal.

But she'd done it. Killed them. Krystal retched onto the wet ground, slick with ruby blood, the mess of carnage and flesh on the walls all of the three men shed blungeoned to death and none of her own. The blood seeped beneath her nails as she faintly sniffed, wiping the back of her mouth as she curled into the corner of a wall, trying to come to terms with the terrible thing she'd done.

She'd killed three men. Humans. Live blood, veins and flesh. The enormity of the whole situation only descended upon her like a hammer to a nail after she sucked in a breath into her lungs, the air tinged with the metallic smell of blood.

Oh god, she was so going to jail, wasn't she? The police would come for her. There would be a trial, a funeral--no, three funerals for the men she'd killed, and a whole lot of fuckery that her family would have to deal with, all because of what she'd done.

Tears seeped from her eyes, the soft sounds of her cries blending into the starry night as the other four men silently descended from their perch in the skies.

"Hello." The inky darkness of the male's mask was cold, the leathered hand clamped around her mouth thick and smelly, tinged with the metallic smell of iron and blood and chemicals. "You're still coming with us." The realization that these men of a different calibre were in cahoots with the others that she'd just killed dawned in her a little too belatedly, her body twisting frantically to rid herself of their grasp.

"Up you go." The taller and the more cheerful of the two hoisted her up to his shoulder. "Stop wriggling like a fish--AH! You stupid bitch!" The male threw Krystal violently to the ground, a hand clutching his ear. Krystal grinned, spitting the fleshy ear to the ground by the wall, the metallic red of the man's blood staining her teeth and lips as she coughed slightly, pulling herself up on shaky hands to stand wobblingly on her own two feet.

“At least--I got a part of you.” The words were nothing but a faint whisper as the man slammed her head against the wall, and a sharp pain burst within Krystal’s head, before a chilling, cold darkness washed over her.

#||self paragraphs #||solo #||task: detailing any childhood or teenage memory

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cottonwren · 5 years

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A Well Dressed Woman | T.S. | Part Three

Summary: Don’t anger the gods - heed the warnings you’re presented with

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“Ms. Pine. I thought you were going to send someone to make the deal?” Tommy asked as she walked over to him, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and letting the smoke slip gently from his mouth. He had gotten no sleep, and it was the way his head was plagued by two people, none that he’d met before, that kept him awake and made him turn to the poppy seeds once again. Two adults, one woman and one man. The woman, he could identify as Jamie’s mother. Dark chestnut hair like hers, almost a replica, except this woman did not smile. She did not smirk. She glared and snared and Tommy had almost been scared. The woman told him to betray Jamie to further his own business, she told him it was right. The man, he was nothing like either of them. He had blonde hair and chestnut eyes, and he told him that he’d regret hurting the Pines.

It didn’t take a second more of thought to wonder who he was, but he blocked them both out. It was business, and he was sure that he would be at the business end of Polly’s shotgun if he didn’t go through with it. At least with this option, he had a chance of getting away clean and with more than enough snow to enterprise upon, with a ‘missing’ storage container on his hands.

“And let someone mess it up? Nah. Plus, Tommy, this could be the start of a good partnership” Jamie smiled, folding her arms around her chest and holding out her leather gloved hand “So, you’ve got the documents?” She had remembered to insist on documents for Linn, though she knew that they would be of no purpose.

“I have” Tommy nodded, passing her them from a worker “When does the protection clause end?” He asked, watching her slide the envelope into her coat pocket, looking him dead in the eye with the same eyes that had haunted him all night. God, his dreams were getting really out of hand.

“When you screw me over, Thomas. So hopefully, it won’t end” Jamie told him, a jovial smirk on her lips, the same that had taunted him many times before and he hoped would continue to in the future. “Unless you don’t heed my warning” She reminded him.

“You can trust me, thought you’d have gotten that by now” Tommy told her, leading her to the docks “Come on then, let me show you around. Unless you’re satisfied and ready to piss off and leave me?” He teased, beginning to walk across the dirty path with her, the dirt imprinting on the bottom of her oxfords.

“No, no, I think I can handle a few more minutes away” Jamie told him with a smile, forgetting to be snarky. For a second, Jamie was just happy to be with him, and as soon as she realised that, she put her walls back up. “Can’t have anything going past my nose, can I?”

“Of course not” Tommy shook his head, heart palpitating as he saw her smile - toothy and full of life, Tommy regretted the actions he was about to take before he took them. He had her sold, though, and it was imperative for the plan that she was completely sold.

Tommy gave her a tour of the docks and showed him her large shipment container, branded with Shelby and Pine. Jamie liked the way their names looked together, but made no comment. Tommy did too, and he had toiled over the order of the two names but wouldn’t tell her. No chance.

“If that’s all, Tommy, I shall be on my way.” She told him, standing only a few inches from him, the cold biting into her cheeks, making them pink. Tommy had a strange urge to take her face into his hands, holding her and pressing his lips to hers until the warmth had returned to her skin. Thank god he could resist his urges.

“I look forward to our partnership, Ms. Jamie Leanne Pine” Tommy nodded, shaking her hand. “Give all my best to your sister”

“I will.” She smiled, then turned and walked away from the docks, getting into her car and driving back to her office in Small Heath, doing her best not to speed back. An unfamiliar feeling was settling in her stomach, and if anything had happened to even slightly threaten Linn’s life, she would be driving into Small Heath with the fury of a thousand men to kill all of the Shelby brothers single handedly. What’s worse was, she wouldn’t lose an ounce of sleep over it.

She parked and got out, entering the offices through the back, happy to find Linn sitting at her desk, a smirk on her face as she removed her glasses.

“Did it go well?” Linn asked, setting her glasses on her desk and setting her papers aside for a second “Well?”

“It did. I have a dreadful feeling, Linn, that I’ve made a slip in my judgement. I don’t think he’s going to betray us.” Jamie admitted, closing the office door behind her and sitting down.

“Our man on the inside said he would, and he told us how. He overheard, Jamie, and you know that he wouldn’t dare slip up. Not with your reputation, and your pay. He won’t get a job like this ever again from anyone else. I know you don’t want him to, but he will betray us. We have done the right thing” Linn assured her, putting her glasses back on once Jamie handed over the envelope. “You’ve checked it, I assume?”

Jamie was silent - she’d forgotten to check the fucking papers. There could be pictures of Karl Marx in that envelope and she would have been none the wiser. Fuck.

“Right, you didn’t check it, but it’s obvious that he expected you to” Linn sounded relieved as she opened the envelope carefully and opened up the documents “They’re legit. Jamie, you need to be more careful - the next deal, he’s going to expect you to not read them”

“Which I won’t” Jamie considered “But I know what I’m looking for”

“You do - and, Jamie, you have me reading everything. Nothing goes past me - the council thinks we sell feminine products and medication, and has never been any the wiser. Present yourself as both of us, remember? Take the best bits and turn into Ms. Pine. Not Jamie, not my big sister, not the person who read me bedtime stories up until I was thirteen. Ms Pine, who has sold more drugs than anyone in the world and holds her customers under a razor blade with her brain. Ms Pine, who Tommy Shelby can wank to and lose to”

“Who are you and what have you - Linn Bonnie Pine, is that blood on your palm” Jamie screeched, taking her hand and examining it “It better be someone else’s”

“It is. A peaky blinder watched you leave the office, so I went through the back, as you usually do, and I wrapped myself up in my overcoat, and I asked him where I was. Like a lost little lamb, and he said the exact location. Which meant he wasn’t from around here, obviously. So, I knocked him out and hauled him into the alleyway. He’ll recover soon enough” Linn told her, giving her account of the affair, eyes alight with menace and excitement. Jamie wanted to run for cover. She herself had never enjoyed the dirty work, and she had hoped that Linn never would. A hitman only existed in dirty trades like theirs, but an accountant could go anywhere. If Linn had a taste for fighting, then it would only be so long until she began doing it for fun, and then word would get out, and then there goes her little girl’s future.

“I know you don’t want me fighting, so I’ll only do it when it’s necessary, I promise!” Linn giggled, filing the papers away in her drawer “So, what are you going to do about Tommy?”

“Well, I’m going to go to the races, as planned, to talk to that MP and make a deal, but also to sit near him and see what he does” Jamie told her “The peaky blinder that you decided to bludgeon will no doubt remember your face, meaning that it’d be dangerous to put you in the same place as fifty of them.”

“I’ll hit him again” Linn shrugged, setting her glasses on her head “He went down fairly quickly”

“That’s because you punch like a fourty year old brawler, love. You can’t punch bullets, and the idea of you even close to danger makes me feel sick” Jamie rolled her eyes, then continued “As I was saying - if Tommy hasn’t betrayed us, he will ask about the next shipment…. And, if he doesn’t say anything, he will have stayed silent.”

“Someone’s going to be tight lipped then. The deal with the MP, it’s just a regular trade, right?” Linn asked, pulling out the list “Fifty Grams of coke. Usual rate, plus a hundred to ensure confidentiality”

“Yes. Personally, I don’t know where he thinks that one hundred pounds is going to get him in bribery, but there we go” Jamie shook her head softly “I will be going in my three piece - no man will make deals with anyone wearing ruffles. Sexist and a shame, but there we go. Truth sucks”

Over in Small Heath, Tommy was exhilarated. The shipment container was being opened, standing proud in his warehouse. He stood back with Arthur, who had told Linda that he was doing paperwork. As Isaiah and Finn pulled back the door, they stepped back and let Tommy take over. Inside the container were crates upon crates, but what was more interesting was the note on top of the first crate they pulled out, marked out with a P and a little tree logo. Pine Pharma.

Slipping his nail under the wax seal, he opened it, passing the envelope to Isaiah and unfolding the parchment.

‘Hello there, Thomas’ read the neat handwriting. Ah, fuck. Tommy let out a loud sigh and then carried on reading.

‘I expected you to do this. I knew you wouldn’t heed my warning, and I have tried to memorise your pretty face, for when it gets ruined. For all of your brilliance, how have you not accounted for this? Enjoy the flour, sweetheart.

Lots of love,

�� J. L. P.’

Tommy threw the paper down onto the floor, running his hands through his hair “Fuck me” He groaned, pacing “Isaiah, get one of the fucking crates open” He barked, his world falling to shit.

His chest burned and he wondered how the hell she had managed to do it. She had fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker, hadn’t she? Tommy could forsee most things, but this was something else. She was something else.

“Tommy, this ain’t snow” Isaiah told him with a wince, opening yet another crate of self raising flour “Unless you wanna make a cake, this is useless” He added, having dabbed a bit onto his tongue and been sufficiently disappointed. To be fair, he should have realised that it wasn’t cocaine from the looks of it, but he was still allowed to be hopeful, right?

“Fucking hell” Tommy groaned “Fucking woman. Fuck. How the- fucking hell. Isaiah, Finn, Arthur, get rid of the flour. I’m going for a fucking drink. Fucking hell” He grumbled as he stalked off, lighting a cigarette. How he’d break the news to Polly was another thing. He could hear her now ‘How did you let her do this, Tom?’. He could hear his own reply, defensive and honest. God, he needed a drink.

As he practically stropped through the lane towards The Garrison, it started to rain - not the light rain, either, but the heavy kind that thunders on you and bruises slightly. Tommy really wandered what god he’d pissed off some days, and he laughed to himself when he realised that she was.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby #awdw #old writing

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humble-wayside-flower · 6 years

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“Watching, Potential, Learn, Grow, Provoke, Consume, Reward, Patience”

(Spotify Link x)

Episodes 1 - 30

Shoulders Back- Honest Men (On the open ocean he is welcome, he is free, he is comfortable. It is his first and only real home.)

Shoulders back Blades together Chest held high Free forever Dominion is never ending Kingdom come a new beginning

Randy Dandy Oh- Assassins Creed 4 (Out to sea they go. A simple merchant trade run, business as usual)

Now we are ready to sail for the Horn Weigh hey, roll and go! Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn To be rollicking randy dandy-O!

That Sea, The Gambler- Gregory Alan Isakov (Every trip is a gamble, a hand they willingly play, but this venture was cursed from the beginning)

Cursed your captain and stow me below Hole me amongst all your cards Oh we were sea bound, and aimless at best Clutching to the wheel and those charts But that sea was just a gambler at heart

Notos- The Oh Hellos (The storm rolls in, but it is an explosion in the night that brings the ship down, and Fjord with it)

And every word you shouldn't say Will come bubbling out of your throat But you've got no one left to blame For the things you lost to the winds of Notos

Under the Water- AURORA (Drowning. The glowing eye of an alien god. Fjord catches the attention of an ancient entity)

So many souls, that lost control Where did they fall? Into the deep, what do they seek? Where did they fall? Where did they fall?

Sea Tune- Elephant Sessions (Washed up on shore, he wakes with no memories of an deal struck. He makes his way back to Port Damali, and upon arriving trades the storm for a hurricane named Jester)

Instrumental

SeagullxEagle- Tall Tall Trees (Together they make their way up north to the empire, kindred opposites)

When we’re together, birds of a feather I make you lazy, you keep me sharp There’s not escaping the love that’s forsaken Why must we fake them when he knew from the start!

Running from My Savior- Wolfie’s Just Fine (It is unclear if he is trying to convince himself or others that he is not running from anything. Perhaps both.)

Stampin at my feet Try to catch my breath And the memories The fire in my chest Running from my savior I'm in danger But I'm not afraid because I am god

I Can’t Tell My Secret Weapon- Chessboxer (The events of Trostenwald)

Instrumental

Blood On My Name- The Brothers Bright (On the open road from Trostenwald to Alfield he dreams, drowning again in his sleep, meeting again, an mysterious force that speaks, consume, learn, grow, potential)

There's a reckonin' a-comin' And it burns beyond the grave Lead inside my belly 'cause my soul has lost its way Oh, Lazarus How did your debts get paid? Oh, Lazarus Were you so afraid?

I’m Okay- Honest Men (Again, he tries his best to convince the others that he is fine, a poor effort to convince himself in the process)

Outside polished clean A good degree, a movie screen, commercial But to my defeat My mind’s a mess, the guilty stress, impress you My philosophy Is that the more I give the more you see what I do Tell me I’m alright

Silence- Marshmello, Khalid (A life spent fighting, a comfort gained then lost. Fjord’s life has never been smooth, but he does his best to make peace with it)

Yeah, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter (fighter) 'Cause all my life, I've been fighting Never felt a feeling of comfort All this time, I've been hiding And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah I'm so used to sharing Love only left me alone But I'm at one with the silence

I’m Always Walking as Somebody Else- American Murder Song (He has always been good with accents, with changing his gait, his posture, his appearance. His life has been a practice in observance and alteration. Again he dreams, of swords, and wakes to blood)

Pull down my sleeve, bury my flag Whistle for a stranger, one two three bang! One two three bang! Shaved off my knot But not this vest I am a survivor West young man west West young man west West young man west I'm always walking as somebody else

Ditchdigger- Tyler Lyle (The Nein are nothing like he has ever known before, but he appreciates them for all they are and do. For the first time in a long time, he finds himself comfortable)

I choose my eyes wide open And my heart half-broken every time Over the gilded golden shackle And the reassuring sentimental lie I’ve seen the rolling meadows And the cruelest ghettos in this town. I know the baker and the undertaker And the girl with the stars on her gown.

Here I Stand- The Ballroom Thieves (He wasn’t watching, wasn’t listening hard enough. It was his fault, he knows it was, is, will be. With nothing to offer he bargains with an unfeeling god that they’ll get out of this, even if he doesn’t)

Well, I've said it before My hands have been holding the door I am heavy of heart, I am not in control Lord, forgive me, I'm bargaining Fervor for stones, singing Oh

Glendale- Clans (Post-rescue. The guilt sets in. The rest of them, they try to tell him that it isn’t his fault, but he can’t believe them, not really. He wouldn’t blame them, even if he does himself)

I won’t die this way, Got a broken heart ‘bout ready to escape And a mouth full of bitterness I can taste it still I wonder if you hate me now… And this is the end of us, the end of us I swear, you are it

The Ocean- Dar Williams (Heading towards the Menagerie Coast. A weird mix of emotions for the place he grew up, that swallowed him whole, and gave him a shelter, and spat him back out again. He wonders if it will welcome him back as he does it, but he is happy for Jester)

I went back to the ocean today With my books and my papers I went to the rocks by the ocean But the weather changed quickly, oh the ocean said “What are you trying to find, I don’t care, I’m not kind I’ve bludgeoned your sailors, I’ve spat out their keepsakes Oh it’s ashes to ashes, but always the ocean,” But the ocean can’t come to this town, this town is a song about you

Sea Legs- The Ballroom Thieves (Growing pains. The exploration of passages long shuttered, of scars long healed. He searches for himself, and comes out stronger for it)

A dark night at sea And no one but me To hold on to these old sails Who's steering this ship Oh, and where is the rest of it Still homesick for a foreign harbor

Moving Forward- Colony House (An exercise in moving forward, this time not alone. For once, Fjord is really, truly happy. Whatever comes their way, he can face it)

I found life and I found laughter In forgiveness, I found rest On the shoulders of redemption I found hope when hope was dead I could lose it in a moment So I dare not close my eyes I'll watch fear fall with the sunset And see hope rise with the tide And when the pain is true Sometimes these troubles prove that I'm alive

#fjord #critical role #the mighty nein #cr2 #wildemount campaign #critical role spoilers #my playlists #I feel pretty good about the song choices on this one #hope you all enjoy it too!!

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padfootdidit · 6 years

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Watch Us Rise

CHAPTER FOUR

After a bit of a wait here is chapter four! There’s a bit more plot, a bit more marauders, a bit more jily and a bit more Snape. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

As always thanks to the amazing @htcake for betaing and making this bearable<3

canon: sixth year | word count: 4.4k | ao3: read here

Hogwarts, September 1976

The fight is all anyone talks about for the next few days, but as in most semi-contained social eco systems it only takes another, just as dramatic event to catch everyone’s attention. This time it’s a third year accidentally accioing a girl’s robes. Lily is there when the accio event happens and it really is an accident, and far less dramatic then the fight, but she doesn’t mind that people have something new to talk about. She knows Remus has never liked this level of attention, even if Peter takes some enjoyment in stopping Madame Pomfrey from healing him and showing off his bruises much longer than he needs to. Plus, if people are talking about the fight, they’re also talking about the Slytherin boys and she’s definitely had enough of hearing about them. It’s bad enough being in Potions with three of them.

Especially when, in the last week of September, Sev and her are the first ones to arrive at the deserted dungeons. Maya is finishing the essay due in and Mary had forgotten her books and told Lily to go on while she sprinted back to the dorm.

She almost scarpers when she comes down the stairs and spots him there, alone, flicking through the textbook. From the steps she can see all his scribbling on the pages, his handwriting almost as familiar as her own. He looks up before she can hide and there’s a short second where his face lights up and Lily thinks he’s going to smile. He doesn’t.

Lily hoists her bag higher on her shoulder, resolutely deciding that she’s not going to give him the power to stop her from doing everything normally. She can stand behind him, waiting for everyone else. It doesn’t need to be a big deal. So she ignores the pain in her ribs, her heart, and simply joins him by the door, eyes fastened on the steps, hoping Mary hurries the fuck up.

“How- how- what do you think of Slughorn this year?” Sev says a few moments later, and Lily jerks her head around to look at him, almost in disbelief. He’s not looking at her. His eyes are firmly on the steps too and a distant part of her mind wonders what’s holding Avery and Rosier up.

“I think he’s being more dramatic.” She answers flatly, wishing she was able to ignore him just like she’d planned to do when she’d thought about this situation happening. If she was Marlene, or Maya, she could turn a cold shoulder or tell him to sod off.

Mudblood mudblood mudblood, in her head the scene replays, and she can see them all standing in a circle of other students, hatred and anger and confusion pushing them towards each other and tearing them away at the same time. But she can also see him lying on her bedroom floor, staring pensively up at her ceiling, asking how long it took her to cut out all the stars that are stuck up there. You can see the stars in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, you know. The real ones. He’d given her so much. Tried to take it all away too.

"I didn’t realise he could be more dramatic,” he laughs, cuts it off quickly. “At least he’s only given us one essay.”

“Yeah,” she pauses and mudblood deafens her. “Sev… We’re not-“

“I know.” He says it softly, still not looking at her, and she’s not sure what hurts more. Mudblood. I know.

There’s a sudden clatter of footsteps and Mary and Maya appear, followed closely by the rest of the class. At the same time Lily sees Avery and Rosier amongst the herd, Sev steps away from her, almost instinctively, and that hurts more than anything he could have said.

Don’t you dare cry over him, Evans. She bites back foolish tears as Maya and Mary join her at her side, shooting quizzical looks but knowing better than to say anything, partly in case they are overheard and partly because she’ll tell them when she’s ready. The Slytherins, led by Avery, leer at the Marauders, apparently hoping to goad them into a pre-class scuffle. In a surprising show of restraint though, Potter’s only response is to loudly ask Black what he’d thought of the article in the Prophet that morning about the Slytherins who slipped down the ladder of success.

Just as Black is telling Potter that he’d thought it rather insightful, Slughorn appears and ushers them in, tutting at the boys and jokingly asking them if they’re going to behave in his lesson.

Afterwards, Mary asks what Sev said to her but Lily brushes the question off and, thankfully, they don’t push it.

“I miss summer,” Maya moans, flinching at the cold as she presses her hand to the dorm window. Where she’s touched it, there’s a handprint in the frost and through the panes they can see snow on the tops of the distant mountains.

“It’s only been gone a week,” Lily says. October had arrived sharply, booting out the sun and heat very matter-of-factly and making up for how lazy summer had been in leaving. It hasn’t been sunny for quite some days, to the point that the Hufflepuffs had had to call off a training session on Tuesday because of the unforgiving wind.

“Still, I miss it.” Maya says and pulls her hijab closer round her neck. Their dorm is warm, even cosy, and it’s absolute shit that they can’t say the same for the rest of the castle. They’ve just got back from the library and walking through the halls had felt more like diving into the lake.

There’s a small tapping noise and Lily looks up from deciding which jumper is thickest and towards the window. Maya gets there first and lets the owl in. It hoots a thank you and flies over to settle on the headboard of Lily’s four poster, looking a little bit worse for wear.

“It’s Acklebey,” Maya can recognise the Hogwarts owl Lily uses to write to her parents and by now all of the girls have become familiar enough with each other’s mailing habits, so there’s no need to explain her excited grin as she hurries to untie the letter. The owl flies off as soon as she’s unattached the envelope, probably desperate to get to the shelter of the owlery. “You go down to dinner, I’ll catch you up.” She tells Maya, no longer hungry but desperate to read her mother’s words. Maya double checks that she’s sure, tugs on a jumper and then closes the door behind her.

Lily settles onto her bed and tears open the envelope, recognising her mum’s handwriting immediately.

Lily,

It was so good to get your last letter. I’m glad you’re writing so much. Your dad and I miss you lots n your letters make our week! Tuney is all moved out now and we’ve only chatted on the telephone a few times, but I think she’ll visit at Christmas.

About your letter: it’s good you’re enjoying the year so much. God knows your dad and I never liked school as much as you. Can you explain what human transfiguration involves… it sounds a bit too dangerous for younguns to be trying. Good that Potions is going well like usual, that teacher of yours definitely sounds like he knows what he’s doing.

Hopefully you’ll keep up with all your work, but it does sound like you’re getting a lot. Makes me tired just reading the number of feet.

Here everything is normal. Colder now September is over but your dad has more shifts down the mine and his cough seems to be getting better. He can’t finish the crossword without you and misses you a lot. I think I already said that.

Val popped in yesterday to say hi and asked how you were getting on. Everyone wants to know how you are! She brought over some apple pie but it’s too sweet for me. Maybe I’ll ask her to bake one I can send to you. Would you like that?

I’m sorry this letter’s so short, I’ve got about two loads of washing on and I promised I’d do the cake for Sunday’s service so I’m very busy. Say hello to all your friends.

Lots of love, your mum and dad x

She doesn’t realise she’s crying until a teardrop hits the paper, lined and clearly ripped out of a notebook, and she wipes them away quickly because there’s no need to cry. She just misses them. A lot.

Lily reads the letter a few more times, then grabs some parchment and writes an immediate reply. She explains the theory behind human transfiguration and tells her mum not to worry, there’s only a small chance she’ll get an extra leg. Then she asks about her dad’s cough, because she didn’t even know her dad had a cough to begin with. He’d had a ‘tickle in his throat’ over summer, but that had been there for years and no one ever paid much attention to it. Then she just writes and, by the time the girls come back from dinner, carrying a few new potatoes and sausages in a napkin for her, she’s got five sides of parchment finished.

“Do you want to write my letters home for me?” Marlene asks, taking a bite from one of the sausages before she hands her the food. “My mum would kill to get that many pages.”

“And mine,” Tegan says. Lily laughs and carefully folds the parchment up and tucks the pages into one of the muggle envelopes she keeps in her bedside table.

“Bad daughters,” Mary says with a shake of her head. “It’s not that hard.”

“You haven’t got Potter’s training schedule to contend with,” Marlene says, looking sick at the mere thought of it.

Lily licks the envelope and then asks, “What’s he got you doing now?”

“Four training sessions, two fitness ones and a strategy meeting every Wednesday lunch.” Tegan tells them with a dead expression behind her eyes and Maya, Mary and Lily all pull faces. Lily loves Quidditch but she’s glad she doesn’t have to play, especially with Potter as her captain too; for someone who prides himself on his casual façade, Lily’s heard enough stories, and seen enough, to know how much of a dictator he can be when Quidditch is involved.

“If he mentions the trophy one more time, I’m going to steal it and bludgeon him to death with it,” Marlene groans from where she’s sprawled face-down on Lily’s bed.

“I’ll help.” Tegan picks her beater’s bat up from where it’s propped upright at the end of the bed and pretends Mary’s old, stuffed bunny is Potter’s face. Mary rescues her bunny with a squeak of outrage, and they all squeeze onto Lily’s bed and listen to Marlene coming up with different ways to remove Potter’s legs from the rest of him.

“Oh, by the way, first Hogsmeade trip next weekend!” Mary says excitedly, once talk about murdering Potter has died down and they’re just ribbing Marlene for flirting with the new fifth year chaser. “It went up on the board over dinner.”

“Three Broomsticks?” Suggests Tegan.

“No I was thinking we could try out the Hog’s Head,” Marlene says sarcastically. They go to the Three Broomsticks every trip, it’s routine by now.

Tegan throws her a derisive glance from where she’s sat. “Whatever. Maybe you’ll be going to Puddifoot’s anyway, since you’re basically married,” Tegan jibes and, with a growl, Marlene dives at her. They fall off the bed and Maya, Mary and Lily lean over the side to watch them scuffle on the floor.

“Do you think this is because Marlene has about a hundred brothers?” Maya asks, sounding genuinely curious, as a snarling Marlene straddles Tegan and tries to get her in a headlock.

“Nah, it’s just because she’s feral,” Mary says and nods her head when Maya looks at her questioningly.

Lily pretends to think about the question, “Maybe it’s because Tegan doesn’t have any brothers. All the testosterone from the quidditch team is rubbing off on her because she’s not used to it.”

Maya and Mary stretch out an understanding “ah” and Tegan manages to give them the middle finger before overpowering Marlene and bending her arm behind her back. Mary throws a pillow into the mix and before anyone can blink, an arm extends from the tangle and she gets dragged into the fray too. Lily laughs but it’s quickly and efficiently cut off by Mary grabbing her wrist and yanking her off the bed, using her as a human shield whilst Tegan pummels them with the pillow.

The Hogsmeade weekend comes quickly and Lily and the girls race down the stairs, feeling a bit seasick by the time they reach the Entrance Hall. On trip days the stairs tend to get a lot more excited, as if they know how much everyone wants to get out of the castle and are trying to stop them.

With his usual litany of muttered complaints, Filch herds them into the line already stretching back from the doors, and demands to see their permission slips. He spends about five minutes inspecting each of them, and almost refuses to believe that Mary’s is real. It takes some time to persuade him, but then they’re out of the doors and huddling together as they follow the stream of students.

“I hate Scotland.” Tegan’s voice is muffled behind her scarf as they fight their way against the wind. “You never get shit like this in the valleys.” There’s no point replying because the wind would just snatch away any conversation, so they stay silent until they reach the Three Broomsticks and can recover from the biting gusts.

Maya points out the Marauders sat at one of the tables near the back, already surrounded by bags from Zonkos and she, Mary and Tegan go to join them whilst Lily and Marlene queue at the bar.

“You meeting your brothers?” Asks Lily while they wait to be served.

“Can you believe them? They said it was ‘too embarrassing’ to go for lunch with me,” Marlene says, drawing quote marks in the air. “All three of them. Bunch of traitors.”

Lily shakes her head in support, “Wankers, all of them.”

“Even Arnie and he’s only eleven. He doesn’t even know what embarrassment is.”

“What can I get you ladies?” Madame Rosmerta interrupts their conversation and they order four hot chocolates and a butterbeer.

“How is he getting on?” Lily asks once their drinks are being made.

Marlene shrugs, “Okay, I think. He’s got friends but I think he’s struggling with all the new magic. He never expected there to be so much theory.”

Lily thinks about how much theory they have in sixth year and laughs, “You gonna warn him?”

“I would if we had had lunch today,” Marlene says jutting her chin out. Lily grins and then accepts the tray from Madame Rosmerta, levitating it over to the table because she doesn’t want to risk dropping it. Tegan picks it up out the air and sets it down on the table, handing the drinks out.

“Butterbeer? In the morning,” Remus says, feigning outrage.

“Fuck off Lupin,” Marlene says and flicks some of the froth into his face.

“What’s that?” Asks Lily, leaning across the table to see what Potter and Black are reading. It’s a small pamphlet with a sketch of Hogwarts on the front.

“’A hit by hex commentary of the confrontation that has the whole castle talking’,” says Potter, pitching his voice to a tone that reminds Lily of him in first year.

"By Gilderoy Lockhart,” adds Black.

Lily frowns, “The Ravenclaw boy who tried to kick Peeves out the castle last year?”

“Hogwart’s very own Narcissus,” Remus confirms.

“What’s he saying?” Tegan asks, cradling her chin in her hand to listen.

Black clears his throat and then begins reading, “’If you weren’t lucky enough to witness the fight that everyone’s been talking about then, fear not, because our Editor-in-Chief, the one and only Gilderoy Lockhart was there and has all the action for you, straight from the side lines.’”

“Editor-in-Chief?” Marlene snatches the pamphlet from Black’s hand and looks at the back where there’s a list of contributors. “’Editor-in-Chief, Gilderoy Lockhart. Editor, Gilderoy Lockhart. Researcher, Gilderoy Lockhart. Manufacturing, Gilderoy Lockhart. Publisher, Lockhart Incorporated…’ Is this even allowed?”

“He was handing them out in the Entrance Hall until Filch confiscated them off him,” Peter shrugs, “so probably not.”

“Filch will confiscate anything though. Remember when he tried to take those dungbombs off us in third year?” Pouts Black, snatching the pamphlet back and tossing it onto the table. On the other side a sketch of Lockhart himself grins toothily up at them all, hair waving slightly.

“I wonder why he’d do a thing like that,” Maya says and rolls her eyes. Black pointedly refuses to acknowledge her comment.

“Apparently he’s petitioning Dumbledore to start an official Hogwarts newspaper.” Remus, wanting to get back on the subject, says and flips the pamphlet over to point at the title. Lily reads it upside down. If The Walls Could Talk.

“Sounds more like a gossip rag if you ask me,” Tegan says, although she does look interested. Students at Hogwarts are bred to be interested in everyone’s business and the idea of it being delivered routinely in a neat little phamplet isn’t too shabby.

“Funny you should say that…” Peter points to the contents, squashed below the sketch of the castle. He reads it out, “Page 1, Current Affairs; page 2, Affairs.”

"Very tasteful,” Lily says with a snort that almost sprays her friends with hot chocolate.

“Which does your fight fall under?” Asks Mary innocently.

“Ha,” Potter smirks, “both.” He stretches his arms into the air and then clasps his hands behind his head, knocking Black’s shoulder in the process.

“Arrogance isn’t a virtue you know,” Maya tuts.

“Let him have it, it’s his only personality trait,” Marlene says dryly. This gets a laugh out of everyone but Potter just frowns, looking genuinely upset. Although Lily can’t be sure, because she hasn’t got all of his facial expressions catalogued. That would mean she’d spent a long time looking at him, and that definitely is not the case.

They all leave just as it starts snowing, the hot chocolate in her stomach not hot enough to keep Lily warm for longer than a second. She shivers as the snow finds its way to every bit of her exposed skin and wishes she had a time-turner so she could dress more warmly this morning.

“No scarf?” Potter asks, letting the other three boys pull ahead with a more relaxed strut.

Lily looks up at him, ignoring Marlene’s eyebrows behind him. “At the bottom of my trunk. I thought the summer might hold out a little longer.”

“This is Scotland,” he smiles and then unwinds his scarf from his neck before holding it out to her. She waves it away, words stuck in her throat, so he just wraps it around her neck, warm fingers brushing her skin once, twice. “I’m built to handle the cold.”

“With all your layers of fat?” Finally she finds her voice, and manages to raise an eyebrow too. Cool, cool.

“Exactly Evans,” Potter grins and takes a step back, sliding his hands into his pockets, “exactly.”

“Thanks,” she says, before he turns away.

“What are friends for,” he winks and then turns, almost slipping on the wet ground but catching himself just in time. He jogs to catch up with the boys and Lily imagines the blush on his face.

“Nice scarf,” Maya says, slinging her arm over Lily’s shoulder at the same time Mary does. Lily blushes and ducks her head down, burying her chin into the scarf and pretending not to hear her friends.

October drags, sticking its heels in and refusing to leave. The snow doesn’t settle, just leaves the grounds soggy and the castle cold. Professors take the opportunity to give the sixth years even more work and Lily finds herself in the library every spare moment, trying to finish essays before she is handed the next one.

Distractions worm their way in though, and she finds herself playing Exploding Snap with the Marauders or walking down to the pitch to watch the Gryffindor’s practice or flicking through to the back of Witch Weekly. One day she even finds herself reading through all of Lockhart’s If The Walls Could Talk, which Filch had officially classed as contraband two weeks ago. A perk of being a prefect though is that she still gets access to all the contraband she confiscates, so she hides herself behind a pile of books on conjuring spells and flicks through the copies.

Rumour has it that Lucinda Talkalot is only second rate on the pitch, but first rate in bed… What a lot of people don’t know is that the Lockhart family actually founded… To take a sneak peek inside the library’s Restricted... This week in the Hufflepuff’s surprisingly rowdy… her eyes wander over the pages, taking in the Affairs section but skipping over the Current Affairs, which always seem to relate back to Lockhart or his family’s achievements.

She pretends she’s reading all of them just for something to do. But she also pushes all the other copies to the side when she finds the one she wants.

… straight from the side lines. It all began with a single, off-hand comment from Slytherin Quidditch team member Evan Rosier. “How did your summer go?” He asked the handsome member of the Marauders, Sirius Black. This was apparently a touchy subject for Mr Black, who didn’t answer Rosier’s question but instead hexed him. James Potter, Marauder and man who got rejected by Lily Evans… Lily stops reading and takes a steadying breath. …was not happy about this and soon it was an all-out brawl. The Marauders can certainly handle themselves in a fight, but so can Slytherins and it’s hard to say who would have won if Professor McGonagall, hard line teacher and animagus, hadn’t intervened.

“Not the best writer, is he?” Potter announces himself, appearing suddenly over her stack of books and making her jump. Lily slams the pamphlet down and pushes the pile away, although it’s too late to pretend she hadn’t been reading it. Potter winks as if he’s just discovered some big secret and is promising not to share it. “Don’t worry, we all have guilty pleasures.”

“It’s not… I was just…” Lily pulls her wand from her bun and arranges her hair to calm herself down. “I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.”

Potter grins and asks, “Which one were you perusing… ah,” he snatches up the one she’d dropped like it’d burnt her. “Thought this was old news by now?”

“Took it off a Slytherin beater this morning. They’re still not over it,” she says, happy to have some sort of defence.

“No,” he drops down into the other chair, “they don’t seem to have the ability to get over things. Terrible at obstacle courses, I heard.” Potter smiles at his own terrible joke, half hiding it behind the pamphlet. Lily struggles not to smile back. “Hey,” he looks up, “I tell you who else hasn’t gotten over this. Pa- Black. He won’t stop quoting it to us. ‘The handsome member of the Marauders’ has really gone to his head. I don’t suppose you could do a mate a favour and –“

“Confiscate his copy?” Interrupts Lily.

“He’s got eight copies, Evans, eight! I don’t know where he’s getting them from. Every time I throw one away, another is on my pillow when I get back.” He shakes his head and tilts the chair back, looking quite put out by the whole thing, “Disgusting.”

“I did always think it was Remus who was the handsome one,” Lily says, looking at him out of the corner of her eye whilst she pretends to flick through the other pamphlets.

“Each to their own, I’ve always rather fancied Pete myself.”

“Potter?” She looks at him suddenly, the thought burning in her head since she read the story.

He looks at her. His smile hesitates, as if he knows what’s coming. “Evans?”

“Is his summer a touchy subject?”

Potter tilts the chair back further. Runs a hand through his hair. Considers her. Runs a hand through his hair again. Then he says, “I don’t know if I’m the one you should be asking.”

This is a fair answer. This is also a true answer, but Lily knows Black would sooner give Lockhart an exclusive on his summer than answer any questions she has about it. “But he’s okay? That’s what I meant.”

“He had a change of address,” Potter says, no longer looking at her and setting his chair back down. He hands her back the pamphlet and sounds eerily expressionless when he speaks again. “Good luck with all that reading.”

She doesn’t want him to leave on a sour note. Not that it’s sour. Just… stale. “Where are you going?” He swings around and shrugs, half smile, his half smile on his face.

“Got some planning to do. Can’t be known as the Marauder who got rejected by Lily Evans forever, can I? Need to make a name for myself.” His hazel eyes meet hers for a second, almost as if daring her to keep talking about the subject, but then -

“Shh!” Madam Pince appears, armed with her feather duster and a half manic look in her eyes.

“See you around, Evans,” Potter stage-whispers before saluting Pince. The librarian replies by chasing him with her duster. Lily watches him out the library and then drops her head onto the desk and groans to herself. You’re a knob.

A few seconds later, she’s jerking her head up again as a first year timidly approaches and shoves a familiar looking scroll onto the desk. Before Lily can ask anything or say thank you, the first year runs off and disappears amongst the shelves. She shakes her head and unfurls the scroll, happy to see that this year Slughorn has skipped the exploding confetti.

Dear Miss Evans,

It has been too long delayed but I would now like to cordially invite you to a meal to celebrate the start of the school year on 15th November. There will of course be excellent food and, as always, stimulating company. Do let me know if you’ll be in attendance, although I’m not sure what else you have to be doing!

Prof. H. Slughorn

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Ultimate Custom Night: Voice’s

(I’ve decided to make a post of all the lines from the game [not including phone guy’s] and give my analysis/opinion on them)

This is the video I used as a ref

Foxy: “Yar I came for ye booty. That be treasure you know.” “Yar. You never stood a chance.” “I can’t run like I used to. But I can pull my self apart just fine.” (Could refer to how he’d run at you in the first game) “Arr. So much more spacious in here. I may stay a while.” “Yar har har. Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate. Or a fox for that matter.” He sounds exactly how I thought he would.

Nightmare Fredbear: “Let’s see how many time’s you can be pulled apart.” (pulling things/being pulled apart seems to be a reoccurring theme) “I assure you I am very real” “This time there is more than an illusion to fear.” (Both lines could be about how in FNAF 4 none of the animatronics are real) “We know who are friends are. But you are not one of them.” “Let me put you back together. And then take you apart all over again.” I like how his voice is gruff and distorted (actually I like how all the fnaf 4 animatronics have distorted voices). It also sounds layered to me. Or there could be a second voice underneath.

Happy Frog: “Everyone underestimates me. But then they turn their back and I’m like boo! And their like wagh!” “Move over Freddy Fazbear! Happy Frog is the new star of the show.” “We’ve only just begun. I will never let you leave. I will never let you rest.” (Said in a whispered tone. Sounds more sinister than her usual voice) “I bet you weren’t expecting me were ya? Turn your back for one second and I’m like wozoo! Ninja skills.” “You and I don’t get to talk as often as I’d like.” Very cute voice acting. I like how they throw in one creepy line. That should throw a few people off.

Jack-O-Chika: (voice is distorted) “I am a burning reminder of your misdeeds.”) “Greetings from the fire and the one you should not have killed.” (Player character killed someone. Who? My theory at the moment is they’re the purple guy (or maybe one of them) and they’re in hell. But we’ll see if that sticks) “Did things get really hot in here? Or is it just me?” “Come and burn with me. The fire burns eternal. And now you shall as well!” (Further supports my hell theory) A lot of their lines contain hints towards the lore. But due to the distortion they can be hard to hear. Typical of fnaf lore (in plain sight but hard to decipher). My fave voice from the fnaf4 animatronics.

Lefty: (whispers everything) “Shhh...Come spend eternity inside. With me.” (Inside where?) “Shhh...I’ve been looking for you. And now I’ll never let you go.” “Shhh...I’m so glad that I found you. Let me make room for you.” “Shhh...It will all be over soon.” “Shhh...There is room for one more.” (One more in the suit?) His voice is actually one of the creepiest to me. Especially as it sounds like a little boy.

Mangle: “I wanted to wait till just the right moment to drop in.” “It’s so much more fun hanging out in here with you.” “He’s here. And always watching. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” (”The one you shouldn’t have killed” is mentioned a lot) “Don’t be afraid. Soon you will look just like me. Beautiful.” “Now I get to play take apart and put back together. You won’t feel a thing.” The fact they have a male and female voice actor makes me really happy.

Marionette: “The others are under my protection.” “Seeing you powerless is like music to me.” “The others are like animals. But I am very aware.” (Did the other children/victims loose their humanity? Why not this one?) “I don’t hate you. But you need to stay out of my way.” “I recognise you. But I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore.” (Further evidence player character was/is a killer) The childish voice makes an already creepy character creepier. Are they the one “You should not have killed?” (Though their voice sounds like a little girl and Mangled clearly say “He’s here”.)

Ballora: “I could hear you breathing.” “Admit it. You wanted to let me in.” “These are strange circumstances. That have brought us together.” “Don’t be shy. Why do you hide inside these walls?” Her lines are very flirty. Which seems strange.

Toy Chica: “Where’s my beak? Lodged in your forehead of course.” “*Giggles* You won’t get tired of dying will you? You won’t get tired of my voice? Will you?” (further evidence towards the hell theory) “Let’s go somewhere more private. So I can eat you.” Interesting but very fitting voice acting. Nightmare Bonnie: “You will not be spared. You will not be saved.” “The shadows (indistinct) me. And (indistinct) you back to horror(?) “Your/You’re wickedness made of flesh.” “I’m here to claim what is left of you.” Creepy voice but I can barely understand anything he says

The Music Man: “Hear that. It’s the sweet sweet sound of your eternal silence.” “Hey keep it down would ya?” “When I’m here you play by My rules.” “A song was requested of me. And now I sing it.” “You and I will be making music together for a long long time.” A weird voice for a weird looking character.

Nedbear: “Stranger danger! *laughs* I was just waiting for you to drop your guard.” “Woops. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “This is how it feels. You get to experience it over and over and over again. Forever. I will never let you leave.” (A little girls voice can be heard just out of sync) “Don’t you hate getting killed by obscure secondary characters?” The hillbilly accent is fun. The little girls voice implies even these characters have dark secrets.

Nightmare Freddy (voice is distorted): “No light can save you now.” “I have always been hiding in your shadow.” “What a gift to relish a victim that can’t perish.” (Hell theory) “I am given flesh to be your tormentor.” “I am remade. But not by you. By the one you should not have killed.” Very creepy. Probably one of the easiest Nightmare to understand but still creepy.

Nightmare BB: “There just isn’t room in here for both of us.” “You knew I’d get you eventually.” “Come closer. Help me count my teeth.” “Flash that light all night/all you like. It can’t save you now.” “You’re not so big. Just a bite size morsel.”

Nightmarionette: (voice is distorted) “The nightmare is just beginning.” “Let’s taste (?) death again, and again and again.” “I am the fear of your reflection and the one you have created.” (The one you have created could be the Marionette) “This is a nightmare you won’t wake from.” (Hell theory?) “This time death can not save you.” (Hell theory) Voice is very hard to understand but very creepy.

Nightmare Mangle: Voice is covered by a lot of static and radio interference. I could hear something that sounded like “Come here come here” though it’s not clear.

William Afton: “I always come back.” Has a more human sounding voice despite being in a state of disrepair (like the nightmares and withered animatronics) which makes sense. The fact he and Springtrap are different animatronics throws a wrench in a few theories I’ve heard.

Orville Elephant: “I hope you enjoyed the grand finale.” “Now is my time to shine.” “He tried to release you. He tried to release us. But I’m not gonna let that happen. I will hold you here. I will keep you here. No matter how many times they burn us.” (a little girls voice can be heard just after his. Who are they?) “What did you think of my act? I don’t get out much. So you’ll have to forgive my enthusiasm. I love how he sounds like a sweet old man.

Pigpen: “Even monkey’s fall from trees.” “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.” “The talented hog hides his claws.” “I consider it a dignified death. Not really it was actually quite pathetic.” “If you sit by the river long enough you’ll see the body of your enemy floating by.” The hillbilly voice really suits him, and the banjo makes me laugh.

Rockstar Bonnie: (Electronic voice, sings) “What a fine day to come here and say Your face and flesh I must flay” “What a treat, to come here and meet (?), your face as it hits concrete (?) “I found my guitar. now reach for the stars, As I bludgeon and pull you apart.” “Why so blue? You know I’ll be true. And now I’ll make slippers (?) out of you.” “So good to see you again. My truest friend. But now your life must end.” (Calls the player character his “truest friend”. Does he mean it? Why does he want to kill PC? Did PC kill him (if he’s one of the possessed animatronics) Interesting how he’s the only one who sings.

Rockstar Chika: “That’ll teach ya for trying to trick this old bird.” “Thought you could fool me with that sign. But I was too smart for ya.” “I may not like wet floors but the smell of fresh meet is just too enticing.” “Looks like you’re the one who slipped up this time.” “That’s right. And don’t you come back now you hear.” Her voice makes me think of a female rockstar from the 70s or 80s.

Scrapbaby: “Time for your controlled shock.” (said two different ways) “Let’s see how many pieces I can cut you into.” “You won’t die. But you’ll wish you could.” (hell theory) Sounds just like Baby’s voice. (personally I’d have made it a little different but it’s fine as it is) Toy Freddie: “It’s not my fault. I have these fat plastic fingers that can’t press the buttons.” “Mr hugs got me again.” “If I get jumpscared. You get jumpscared.” “That game was totally rigged.” “That’s what you get for leaving me hanging.” Voice could get annoying after a while.

Trash and the gang: (female voice, whispers) “Psst over here. Get closer.” “Excuse me could you come a little closer?” “Hey. Down here. Hello. I wanted to ask you something. Its something really important.” “Psst. I have something to tell you.” “Hey hey. I want to tell you something.” The voice seems to only be there to trick the player into listening more closely before they are jumpscared.

Rockstar Freddie: “Please deposit five coins.” (Said repeatedly during gameplay when active. After jumpscaring the player is said once and grinds to a stop)

Rockstar Foxy “Yar. Ye play with fire and sometime’s ye get burned.” Voice is very similar to Foxy’s but the slight difference is fitting.

Withered Bonnie: (voice has an electronic echo) “Time to face the consequences of your behaviour (?)” “Might as well face the facts. You were always destined to fail.” “You blinked.” “Why (indistinct)? Is it me (indistinct)? Or is it you? Perhaps it is us both.” “I’ve made (indistinct) fate. But (indistinct) taught (?)” Could someone please tell me what he’s saying?

Withered Chika: (Indistinct) through the vent. But now we are together.” “Let me show you how to break your face and look like me.” “I was the first. I have seen everything.” (The first what? Animatronic? Victim?) “Come closer. Let’s smile(?) together.” “I have seen him. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” The juttering voice is creepy though not the creepiest.

Baby: “I guess you forgot about me.” “Want to see the scooping room?” (Player character could be the main character from SL or Baby’s creator. Or both?) “Guess you forgot about me. Looks like something bad happened.”

Robot(?): “Now I will tell you a story.” “But he could not choose.” “He placed the remains together.” “He promised to never leave them.” Sounds like the War of the Worlds CD my mum has. Who’s story is it telling? The player characters? The Marionettes?

Mr Hippo: NOPE. NO. Not doing it. I’m not typing all his lines. I’d like to do other things today thank you very much. (His line “maybe I met some sort of demise of my own” is interesting though) Sounds like an old man.

#ultimate custom night #fnaf #long post bellow the read more #info dump

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writingforanxiety · 6 years

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Just because im gay as hell can you please do a Fem!reader x moira where they go out for lunch or something and moira gets really jealous of the waiter or something because MOIRA IS BAE! thank you!!

Moira is indeed bae 😭😭, and my gay as hell ass will happily indulge your gay as hell ass —————————————–

“No, no, no, no!” Moira let out an undignified sigh and ran her slender fingers through her fiery hair. This experiment wasn’t yielding the results she had anticipated, hell, the results she was getting weren’t even in the same ball park as her hypothesis. She stood up harshly from the desk and let the hands in her hair come down to rub haphazardly at her face. She let them remain there for a second while she stood, thinking of her move. She could restart and change the variables right? It would be a pain but this had to be done… she began to walk back to her desk when her stomach let out a loud growl. Hmm, food, an enemy of progress. This project wasn’t going where she wanted, and she could use a break she supposed. A smile touched the corner of her mouth as she removed her lab coat and set it on the back of her chair, she quickly made her way out the door, almost forgetting to turn the lab lights off.

You were sitting on the couch at home trying to get caught up on the laundry, both Moira and you were awful at house upkeep and things sometimes got neglected. While you were thinking about how many of the same kind of sock someone could possibly own, your front door came open in a rather fast manner. You were initially struck with fear, it’s only 2:30, who would be coming into your house? You grabbed the tv remote as an improvised weapon and took a stand, ready to fight for this ungodly amount of socks, when your scientist came around the corner with a smile on her face. You relaxed instantly but gave her a suspicious glare, had something happened at work?

“Hello (y/n), darling, dearest, light of my life, please tell me why you’re attempting to bludgeon me with our tv remote?”

You remembered the armed and ready remote in your hand and blushing a little let it fall on the couch. You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her waist, feeling silly for thinking someone had the nerve to break into doctor Moira’s house. She returned your embrace and gave the top of your head a quick peck, before stepping back and looking at you.

“Food?” She asked, both eyebrows raised.

“Food?” You responded, looking a little confused.

She stroked your check with her thumb as she turned to go onto the wash room.

“Of course! My girl and I are going out to eat if you’ll allow, and while it’s not required I would find it of great pleasure if the girl in question would ware that blouse I like, the one that shows off that stunning chest of yours .” She glanced over her shoulder with a smirk before closing the bathroom door.

You blinked a few times. Dinner was good, dinner with your Moira was better, fancy dinner with your Moira was ideal. You smiled as you headed up your stairs to get ready for the evening, already planning on allowing Moira her desired view, if not a little bit more. You made your way into the shared bedroom closet and looked around for a bit, trying to be imaginative with your choices.

While you were getting dressed in the bathroom you heard Moira in the closet putting on her clothes for the evening. Moira wasn’t one to overdress very often, most of her clothes consisting of white slacks and black dress tops. That dastardly woman knew you loved the way she looked in her ties, and she made sure to ware one almost everyday. With your hair done and light amount of makeup applied, you stepped out into the room. You were about to ask if she was going to wear a suit when your words got stuck in your throats and a blush overtook you.

Lounging on the side of the bed was your goddess, with a form fitting black dress and heels, of which were unneeded considering she was already a good deal taller than you. She smiled sweetly at the look on your face as she stood and walked over to you, also taking on as much as she could. She placed a hand on your hip and ran it up slowly to the opening of your chest, gently stroking the exposed softness. Your blush depend more as you looked up at her to steal a kiss. She was taken aback when both your arms went up like a toddler demanding to be picked up.

“(Y/n), what are you on about?” She mused as you had a serious look on your face.

“Moira, you’re a foot taller than me without heals.” You responded with your arms still up.

“If you think I won’t climb you if you don’t kiss me soon you have another thing coming.”

She let out a loud laugh, bending down to wrap her arms around your waist to give you what you wanted. It was a sweet kiss, and you were enjoying it. You let out a small shriek as she picked you up bridal style into her arms and did a little spin.

“Are you ready (y/n)? ————————-

The restaurant she chose was stunning. It had a marble fountain in the middle and and a string orchestra playing in the corner. Moira didn’t have time for dates often but she knew how to compensate. The seats you got were by a window overlooking a small pond with thick foliage. This was the perfect evening. You and Moira were idly discussing travel plans for the approaching fall when your waiter arrived to take your orders.

"Good evening! What can I get started for you lovely ladies this evening?” Your waiter was stunning. She had long black hair slicked back into a high ponytail, with side cut bangs framing her hazel eyes. Her olive skin was glowing and her dark lashes were incredibly long. If the prettiest woman you’ve ever met wasn’t your date for the night you might have been very charmed. But Moira didn’t know what you were thinking. She saw the way the waiters eyes lingered in you for just a little too long.

Moira was unsure at first of the feeling in her chest. What was this? She had only felt like this when doctors using her methods had had papers published and received the funding that was rightfully hers. Oh god, she was jealous. You both told her your order and she held eye contact with you for a little too long before she wandered off to bring your order to the chef.

“She seemed nice Moira, so anyway about the-”

“Are you attracted to her?”

The question stopped you short. Moira was looking at you with a type of intensity you had never seen before. She looked… unsure? Your strong doctor was always sure of herself.

“Of course not Moira! Don’t be silly, why would I be attacked to a woman I don’t know?” You could see that there was doubt in her eyes, she was worried.

“It’s just… she’s very pretty. And the way you were looking I just, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be jealous but, you’re the most important thing I have. I don’t ever want to lose you (y/n).”

Your chest was warmed at that. Moira wasn’t always the most affectionate with you, you knew she cared but she showed it in her own way. Hearing her say something like that was so important.

“Oh Moira”, you gently laughed out.

“You know you’re the only one for me, please never think such things, I love you.”

It was her turn to smile at you now. You were both just taking each other in when the waiter came back. You were polite but didn’t keep eye contact long, and Moira kept her eyes on you. The meal was wonderful and the rest of your evening was spent in a dream state. You two arrived home a little after eight, having spent the night dancing and talking after your meal. You were tired and leaning on her side heavily as you walked into the door, her arm responsible for keeping you off the floor. For the second time that night she lifted you into her arms and carried you up the stairs to your room. Once inside she laid you down on the bed and took your shoes off. You smiled up as she came over for a kiss, then lost all drowsiness when she started to undo your dress.

“Moira, what are-”

“Hush dear, we’re simply getting ready for desert, I’m going to make sure you know who you belong too.”

#moira x reader #moira #moira o'deorain #anon request

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