#i am so happy to still see some familiar faces on my dash*-*

[redspecialandclogsandcurls]

#found this (very much!!) incomplete set in my drafts and thought it would be a great opening to me visiting this blog again:) #hi everyone!! and anyone who remembers me bc ik it's been so looong #i am so happy to still see some familiar faces on my dash*-* #it reminds me of how much i like this space here #not making any promises but i am happy to have this blog still and i will always have it! #don't be shy if u wanted to chat<3 #okay but abt the gifs #it's the same interview where the rogers gifs come from #and he just looked super soft and dorky #the first one says it all:D #brian may #queen band

[jinwoosungs]

{ 149 }

wingmen.

megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

no curses | high school au

warnings: slight crack, but mostly fluff.

dedicated to @xbarrjallenx

to my beloved girl,

you are all that i can think of. from your bright eyes, to the way your hair seems to shine from beneath the sunlight-

you drive me crazy.

i am madly in love with you.

please say that you’ll be mine someday?

-yours truly,

your admirer.

{ … }

your lips were parted with absolute shock in response to reading the love letter that was left within your locker. your mind was in a haze as you kept reading the neat script over and over again.

in fact, you were still in shock because you didn’t think that something so sweet could even happen to you!

you recall waking up this morning feeling stressed and nervous about your upcoming trigonometry exam. even with your best friend’s meticulous and detailed notes, you ended up goofing off with nobara and yuji and didn't do much studying (much to megumi's chagrin!)

you had plans of going over your notes with megumi during homeroom, but after receiving such a sweet love letter, your desires to study went down the drain. your eyes kept trailing over each written word, but couldn't seem to recognize the style of writing at all.

as your fingertips trace at the written words, you suddenly had a epiphany-

perhaps your friends could help you figure out just who this secret admirer was!

with your eye practically glimmering with hope, you slam your locker shut before making a mad dash to your classroom, almost too eager to see megumi, yuji, and nobara again.

{ ... }

megumi was simply looking over his notes when he sees you bursting into the classroom. your features appear flustered, and he could see the way your strands of hair fell across your face.

he feels his lips twitch in a slight smile, but successfully fights back those happy emotions because it just wasn't in his style to be anything but cool, calm, and collected while in the presence of his friends-

(even if he did have the tiniest crush on you-)

but he digresses.

while yuji and nobara were talking about some new music video that was dropped by their favorite band, you take quick strides to them while holding up what looked like a letter from within your hands.

"guys look! someone sent me a love letter!"

upon hearing your outburst, yuji and nobara stopped talking about the new music release and turn their attention to you.

"whoa! that's so cool! do you know who wrote it?"

"this is actually sooooo sweet!"

megumi frowns upon hearing how overly happy and excited yuji and nobara were, which was what made the warning bells go off within his head. standing from his seat, he closes his notebook and goes to where you were all huddled together.

megumi narrows his emerald green gaze down at nobara, seeing a suspiciously familiar piece of stationary. he was itching to see just what this letter was all about when he snatches it away from nobara's hands.

"h-hey! i was still reading that!"

but he ignores nobara's protests, scanning through each written word as his forehead began to pulse with annoyance.

this was nobara's handwriting when she actually tried to write neatly!

just what were these clowns up to?

"come with me." megumi returns the letter to you and picks up yuji and nobara by the back of their uniforms, leaving you alone as you went back to staring dreamily at your love letter.

hearing both of his friends laughing while dragging them out into the hallways was more than enough proof that they had done something. only when he knew he was away from you did he finally begin speaking.

"what the hell are you guys up to?" megumi hisses at them both, feeling the annoyance grow when they casually look away from him. "i know that letter was written by you, nobara. so spill, what's going on?"

"i'm just trying to be your wingman." she tells him with a wink, all while smirking at him. "because yuji and i both know that you don't have the balls to tell her yourself."

his face began to turn hotter in response, nearly being choked with embarrassment as he pointed an accusing finger at her, "it's none of your business! if i want to confess to her, then i'll do it on my own terms!"

"yeah, surrre, you've been saying that since the end of our middle school year... and we're in our second year of high school now." yuji reminds megumi with a snicker.

"haha, yeah, yuji knows what's up! so that's why, we're gonna keep sending your beloved letters until you actually confess!"

"no, you won't-"

nobara then flashes him a sly smile, "did you not see how happy she looked after receiving that letter? she would be utterly devastated if we stopped... or maybe... even more hurt if you don't write the letters yourself."

megumi freezes, thinking back on to the joy that paints your features and how excited you were to have such a letter. in fact, seeing your sweet smile was enough to make his heart clench in response...

perhaps the reason why he was so angry and annoyed was because his friends had managed to make you smile first-

not him.

megumi moves away from them with a click of his tongue, shoving a hand within the pocket of his pants, "fine. you got me. just... don't send her anymore letters, okay? i'll come clean to her soon."

while megumi kept his back turned, he couldn't help but smirk when he hears yuji and nobara high-fiving each other, knowing that their plan was a success.

{ ... }

at the end of the school day, (when you were sure you, yuji, and nobara had failed that trig exam), you drag your feet across the linoleum floors of your school, switching out your slippers with your actual shoes when you saw a folded note fall out of your shoe cubby.

your eyes go wide when you received yet another letter, but this time, it wasn't written on a cute stationary, or even placed in an envelope.

instead, it was a folded piece of what looked like a torn page from a notebook. feeling intrigued, you unfold the note as it read.

hey, i wanted to apologize to you, since the letter you received this morning wasn't from me-

but it was written on my behalf.

those words were really cheesy, and there's no way in hell i'd ever say such things-

but that doesn't mean that my heart doesn't race for you;

it doesn't mean that i don't find you beautiful, or think about you all the time.

if you want to know who i really am, come meet me at the school's rooftop.

i'll be waiting.

-your admirer

your heart begins to race, because this handwriting was one that you actually recognized-

for you had seen such neat writing while copying and reading over a certain sea urchin head's notes.

with your heart pounding from within the confines of your chest, you immediately push your legs forward, allowing your footsteps to echo across the floors. you ignore the burning felt against your feet as you saw the door leading to the rooftop, pushing it open with the entirety of your weight.

your chest heaves with each breath that escapes from your parted lips, eyes now narrowing with a fondness when you see megumi standing several feet away from you.

his expression was shy, with his hand running across his hair as he waits for you. allowing the door to shut from behind you, you step closer to megumi and smile up at him. you don't say a word, allowing him to speak first. your eyes meet with his tranquil gaze, basking in his sighs when he says.

"nobara was meddling again... she was the one who wrote that note and put it in your locker."

you let his admission soak in before nodding, "...and...what prompted her to do such a thing?"

megumi remains silent for several seconds before admitting, "it was because of my own hesitance."

he frames at your face with his two hands then, making your face heat up in response as you were forced to look up at him. with eyes filled with adoration for you, and you feel megumi press the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip before telling you, "but, i won't hesitate anymore..."

leaning closer to you, you allow your eyes to shut in response when his lips finally met with yours in a kiss that you had been waiting for since the moment you first laid eyes on him...

a.n. - ahhh finally wrote another story for the best boy! i had a lot of fun writing this story, even if it's feels like it's been forever since i wrote for megumi 🥹 i hope you readers still enjoy it!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#megumi fushiguro imagine #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro fluff #.stories

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet, Eleanor, and Magilou's S/O becoming a Daemon

Velvet had known S/O to be quite the klutz back then.

They were scarily efficient at hunting and fighting, but other than that? (Y/N) was an absolute catastrophe and quite the airhead.

When Velvet had met them three years later after the village was attacked, she expected a massive personality shift like hers, or some of the others she had met.

When they turned around, getting ready for a fight, Velvet steeled herself to put down a familiar face.

Only for them to drop their weapons and almost tackle Velvet in a hug.

(S/O) "VELVET! YOU'RE OKAY!"

And even though Velvet had grown far stronger than the last time they met, the force of the hug threatened to snap Velvet in half.

(Velvet) "S-S/O...! CAN'T...BREATHE!"

Releasing her from their death grip, they quickly moved to help her up.

(S/O) "S-Sorry! I just go so excited, I can't believe you're okay!"

(Velvet) "I...I see you haven't changed at all. That's...surprising."

As far as she knew, people became Daemons due to an overflow of malevolence. Someone as gentle as S/O becoming one was almost inconcievable.

Especially compared to herself.

Despite that fact, she was honestly glad that something from her old life managed to keep intact, reminding her of why she was out to kill Artorias.

Upon hearing their plan to get revenge for Laphicet, S/O joined without hesitation. And the two even managed to rekindle their old relationship, even if it was a bit...rocky.

Velvet and S/O tore apart anything that got in their path, the way they fought was almost as vicious as herself.

But when it came to outside of combat...

(S/O) "I think I'll cook today Ve-"

(Velvet) "Not happening."

(S/O) "Huh? Why?"

(Velvet) "Have your skills improved any these past three years?"

(S/O) "I would think so!...At least, I hope!"

(Laphicet) "Isn't that mean to S/O, Velvet?"

(Velvet) "Trust me, it's for the good of everyone present. Honestly, what they cook could probably make me taste again."

(S/O) "I-Is that why you can eat my food now?!"

Velvet looked sorry for S/O, seeing their distraught expression.

Which completely shocked everyone.

(Velvet) "...I should have mentioned that sooner."

Every Daemon was an abomination that had to be taken down, that was what the Abbey taught Eleanor.

Until meeting Velvet, Rokurou, and even her own S/O.

She was completely heartbroken, learning the fact S/O had become what she swore to destroy.

But during her travels, she began to learn the truth of daemonblight, and that sometimes humans were worse than them.

One thing that confused her greatly, was the fact S/O had remained largely unchanged, minus their red eyes and the markings over their body.

They were still the airhead she fell in love with, which conflicted her to no end.

As time went on and her attitude towards the Abbey changed, she was so happy that she could continue to be with someone she loved, even if they were going to live longer than her.

During combat, Eleanor could rely on S/O the most, watching as they dashed around the field with startling speed, dispatching of every last enemy with blinding ease with their needles.

However, she was the one to reign them whenever it was outside of combat.

...

Rokurou crashed through the wooden wall, scaring Eleanor as she leapt back, readying her spear in retaliation.

Only to find S/O rushing through the hole they made with him, apologizing profusely.

(S/O) "OH GODS! I-I AM SO SORRY!"

(Rokurou) "O-Ow..."

(Eleanor) "What the heck is going on!?"

(S/O) "T-THEY JUST SCARED ME AS A JOKE AND...A-and um, I may have...punched him."

He slowly rose up, hand on his head and he began chuckling, albeit injured.

(Rokurou) "Yeah, that was my fault, honestly. Thought it'd be a funny idea, even though I've seen how hard they hit."

(Eleanor) "S/O, you can't just be punching people!"

(S/O) "I-It wasn't on purpose!"

Eleanor just sighed and helped Rokurou up, continuing to scold S/O. She had done this many times back when they were growing up, and nothing had changed.

Except their strength, that was definitely new.

Magilou wasn't that shocked to see her S/O that unaffected.

(Magilou) "There's no thoughts in that pretty head of theirs, I honestly would have been more surprised if they actually changed!"

(S/O) "H-Hey...!"

She knew of their incredible strength and questionable skills outside of anything that required killing. But Magilou didn't care about that.

She cared more about the goofball that laid inside the boulder-kicking body. And she weaponizes it.

(Magilou) "S/O, I'M BEING ATTACKED!"

Eizen watches as the concrete wall next to them suddenly bursts with S/O, weapons drawn and absolutely ready to tear the throat out of someone.

(S/O) "WHERE ARE TH-...Eizen? Magilou?"

(Magilou) "See? Told you it worked!"

(Eizen) "Huh, two seconds, exactly like you said. I don't know if that's impressive or concerning."

(S/O) "Magilou!"

They began pouting as Magilou dramatically flailed her arms and wrapped it around them.

(Magilou) "I'm so sorry, my dear! I just had to prove how reliable you are!"

(S/O) "You're making me sound more like a dog than your partner..."

(Magilou) "Perish the thought! I would not dare to think of you so low! Besides, that's what Bienfu is for."

(Eizen) "Magilou here just said that if she called for you, you'd answer. Even faster if she sounded like she was in danger. Loyalty is not something to be ashamed of...Though your taste is questionable."

Eizen stared at Magilou.

(S/O) "Don't say something so rude!"

Eizen just shrugged as S/O picked up Magilou, the witch sticking her tongue in defiance.

#tales of berseria x reader #tales of berseria headcanons #tales of berseria imagines #velvet crowe x reader #eleanor hume x reader #magilou mayvin x reader #velvet crowe #eleanor hume #magilou mayvin

[milkytheholy1]

Everything Ends: Part 10

Tmnt masterlist. Ultimate masterlist. Everything Ends masterlist.

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Cut to inside the building

After slicing through thick alien vines, Leo and Casey finally found themselves inside the building where Raph was supposedly held up. Just walking through what they could only guess was the main reception left Leo in awe, "Oh man, is this what the future looks like?" 

Purple vines moved under their feet, taking up more space in the large room as they crept along. Casey looked around, the environment becoming more and more familiar to what he was used to. The young teen could feel his whole body shake, "Nope, the future is worse. Much worse."

Snapping out of the trance the room had put him in, Leo tried calling for his brothers; only now realising he hadn't heard anything from them in a long time. There was a lot of static before idle noise came through, "Donnie, Mikey, do you read me?" he called out. The room was eerily quiet save for the few sounds the vines made as they traversed the building.

But then, "Come in, Leo. Come in, Leo." Donnie's voice waded through the silence. Leo had never felt so much relief in his life, never thought he'd be so happy to hear his eggheaded brother's voice, "D-Donnie, where are you?" he practically begged. There were a few panted breaths over on Donnie's end, no doubt they were running from something, "We've extracted ourselves from the subway and are currently ascending a staircase."

A staircase? That must mean they were close, Leo thought. And if by magic, or certain chance, five figures appeared from the depths of the subway tunnels. Mikey, Donnie, April, Splinter and...(Y/N)...

Leo felt like he could collapse, after everything that had just happened to him his mind had drifted from their last interaction. After what Casey had told him, about the future, Leo was more sure than ever that he needed you by his side. Perhaps if he didn't act out like he did, then seeing you wouldn't have felt so painful.

Mikey, April and Splinter dashed towards the duo while Donnie lagged behind, tapping his techbrace like his life depended on it. You, however, choose to wait back not sure how you were meant to feel at this moment. Sure, you knew this would happen, and sure, some feelings needed to be talked about. But, whenever you looked at his face you're brought back to the moment that ended it all.

Mikey wrapped his arms around his brother, relishing in the tight grasp Leo held. Splinter joined the two while April hugged Casey, the poor boy freezing before accepting it with open arms. You watched the family with warm eyes, happy for them to be united. Though your gaze would flicker to Donnie who was, at this point, talking to himself.

"I'm getting a lot of interference, but if you hold still, I can triangulate your position using a complex geolocation algorithm."

Casey tried stepping forward "Donnie?", but Leo held a hand against his shoulder, a subtle way of telling him there was no point. Donnie continued to ramble to himself, you were certain he knew everyone was behind him and he was just ignoring them, "Odd numbers.. primes.. no almost... Almost!" he beamed,

Splinter coughed behind him, glaring at the genius' head. Donnie's shoulders sank, a small pout on his lips, "Ugh, I never get to use my algorithm." he moaned out. Leo pulled Donnie into a hug, much to the soft-shell's views on family embrace, "Man, I am so glad you guys aren't dead!"

Mikey nuzzled into the embrace, cheeks rosy and eyes watery, "Ditto." he whispered out. Casey had caught your gaze, standing rigid before he decided to move over to you. Originally you panicked, no doubt he was going to try to talk to you about earlier.

"Hey, sooooo-" here it comes "-about earlier, I appreciate you sticking up for me...I'm sorry I caused you and Leonardo to, erm, fight." something within you felt guilty, looking at this boy as though he was wounded by your's and Leo's actions. You shook your head, offering your own apologies, "No, no, if anything it was all on me. Don't ever think you caused this to happen, you didn't."

He tried to smile, but the frown on his face was holding his lips hostage in a tight grasp, "Back, er, back in the subway, me and Leo were trapped and we both said some things." You hummed for him to continue. Casey became clammy, maybe he shouldn't share this, maybe he should let Leonardo figure this stuff out. But maybe he could just help, fix at least one thing while he was here.

"He- he was miserable, not only because of R-Raph, but because he lost you too. I know he regrets what he did, but if he's anything like my master in the future, he'll come to apologise to you with the first break he gets." Casey could see the worry in your eyes, he could feel the nervousness radiating off of you. He flashed you a calming smile, "Go easy on him?" he asked.

You let out a small giggle, though it was part way a sob, and bobbed your head, "I'll try." you whispered. That seemed to satisfy Casey enough, with a brief nod he left to go chat with the others. But what stood behind him left you speechless, it was Leo. He was looking at you with broken eyes, a frown etched on his face like his lips had never known how to smile. He stalked up to you with solemn steps, a gentle "Hey," gliding past his lips.

You both refused eye contact at first, just choosing to stare at your feet or the ground, "Hey," you replicated. The air between you felt tense, it was an unusual feeling, to say the least. You were all so used to being open with Leo, showing your goofy side and your sensitive side. Whenever you got into an argument it would be petty and over within an hour, neither one of you could stand to be apart from the other for so long.

But this time it was different, this time you'd been apart, this time the words hit harder. Though your location wasn't the greatest for such a situation, and the rather large group that stood watching, it felt as though you and Leo were alone in your own special world.

"Listen, (Y/N)-" he began to say, taking a timid step towards you, "I- I was an idiot, a total, stupid idiot-"

"Leo-"

"No, (Y/N)." he cut you off, his voice authoritative. He finally looked at you, noticing how your shoulders slumped and your eyes were puffy, "I can't believe I ever thought I could treat you like that, let those thoughts pass through my mind. Who am I to question our relationship?"

He paused, trying to find the right words to say, "Casey told me- he told me that in the future we were like parents to him. And I don't know about you, but my parental life has always been a little iffy." he was trying to pull a small smile from you, he hated to see those beautiful lips pulled down.

"But the point is, if future us can make it work during an apocalypse, then why can't we make it work now? I'm sorry I yelled, I'm sorry I left, I'm sorry for- for everything. I was so in my own ass about saving Raph that I didn't take in how everyone was feeling, how you were feeling."

He took another step closer, "I want to make things right between us, even if that means we aren't together romantically anymore. I just- I need you in my life in any form that you'll give me. I- I can't lose you, but I'm already afraid I have. A-and I'll do whatever it takes to restore what we had before."

Leo slowly raised a hand to caress your cheek, feeling the warmth radiate and spread across his palm, "I love you."

You swallowed, fingers fidgetting as you stared into his big, dreamy eyes. Opening your mouth to form some coherent sentence, Donnie's voice rang out instead, pulling you apart, "Guys, Raph's signal has come back online!"

You gave Leo an apologetic look but rushed off to the others, all the red-eared slider could do was sigh. Donnie was stomping around the room, lifting his arm high and low to get a better grasp on the weak connection he had, "It saaaaaaaays, he's- Oh? He's apparently above us?"

The entire group slowly tilted their heads up, catching the glistening sphere that Raph was encapsulated in, "Raph!" they all cheered out. You watched with worried eyes, he looked like his entire body was wrapped in those pink and purple vines; he was unconscious too.

"Quick, get him down! Get him out of here!" Leo called out commands, you just continued to watch not sure how to help. But in all honestly, you didn't feel like you could offer much help to begin with, too in your own head, feet frozen to the ground and body slack with fear. This didn't feel right to you, Raph was too easily placed, too easily found.

You couldn't voice your opinions fast enough, but the others were too busy bringing their brother to the ground; no matter what. Once the pod was stationary, you all tried to claw him out but the pod felt almost indestructible. That was until Leo took action and slice through it with his katana, pink water gushing out as Raph's limp body puddled with it.

Leo placed an arm under his much heavier brother, lifting him up with all his strength, "Hang on, big brother. We got you, almost there...Raph?" You took a step forward, offering the duo a hand, "Raph?" you questioned. He was breathing that's for sure, you could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest. But the more you paid attention to it, the more it became irregular; Donnie seemed to notice this too.

"Raph, buddy?" Leo coaxed, you were all deafly quiet, waiting for any sign of movement. Though a punch to the face wasn't the movement you were expecting. Leo was shot across the room, a loud and whiny "Ow!" echoing as he tumbled and rolled. You focused on Leo for only a moment until you cast your gaze back to Raph. His breathing had picked up immensely, his stature getting bigger and bigger as he stood to his full height.

His movements seemed sluggish and stiff, you looked towards Donnie, hoping for an answer. Donatello had his mouth hanging open, eyes wide and in shock. A large clump grew over Raph, first taking his shell as prisoner and then blooming to cover the right side of his face. A large yellow pimple burst, splattering out pink goo, you thought you could hear Donnie gagging.

The now yellow eye clung to Raph like a disease, infecting him with this Kraang-virus. It spread along his whole body, wrapping vines around his chest and legs, while his arm seemed to upgrade with added spikes and claws.

"My son," Splinter whispered out in horror, nearly unable to recognise if his son was in there or not. Once Raph had finished his transformation, the room was filled with his grunts and panted breathing. The moment he looked up, he had locked you all in his sights, releasing a bellowing war cry before charging towards you all.

You, April, Casey and Mikey let out a loud scream, running away as fast as you could. Splinter and Donnie, however, took to Raph. They were being delicate in the way they fought him, needing to protect their loved ones but at the same time not trying to hurt Raph too much. As the fight progressed, you felt as though the room around you had come alive. More and more pods were birthed from the high ceilings, vines snaked and weeded their way through the cracks in the ground and walls.

April halted her movements, determination written across her face, "C'mon guys, this is Raph we're talking about. We have to save him!" she sprinted forward, backpack jostling as she ran, "Get ready for Aprillllll O'Neiiiiilllll!" she cried out. But Raph was faster, you were unsure if it was his natural ninja abilities that allowed him to move so fast or the Kraang enhancements. 

April was flung to the ground, her backpack slipping off of her arms in the process, "APRIL!" you yelled, growing angry. You lept at Raph, easily being tugged off and thrown to the ground. That hurt like hell, like really hurt. You used to train with Raph a lot before the world went to shit, but clearly, he was going easy on you.

Raph was steadily approaching April's body while the others had their own attempts at batting him away. This resulted in both Mikey and Donnie being tossed to the side, you and Casey being knocked out entirely and Master Splinter being thrown into the wall. Raph's hulking frame shadowed April's, his alien tentacle wrapping around the foreign key that rolled away from its safety inside the bag. 

Leo rushed towards him, only stopping when a swooshing sound caught his ears. Behind Raph stepped out the leader of the Kraang, Leo had never been bothered to learn their names, that's if they had any to begin with. 

"Surprise~" the Kraang beamed, its smile was wide and gleaming, sharp teeth oozed in saliva. By now the others had awoken, limping towards Leo as they situated themselves. Mikey sniffled, unable to look at Raph, "What did you do to my brother!" he cried out. You placed a reassuring hand on his back, your heart breaking as he collapsed into you. Leo gave you a once over, but your attention was stuck on the youngest of the group.

"Why I improved him, don't you think so?" the Kraang cackled, no remorse in his tone. Perhaps that's what set Leo off. In the back of Leo's throat, a growl began to build, he would have charged and killed the Kraang bastard himself if the train cart from earlier didn't collapse the floor. On top was the sister Kraang, and just like her brother, she was screeching wickedly.

Poor Kraangified-Raph dropped the key into the awaiting hands of the leader of all Kraang, his expression was nonexistent. The Raph everyone and grown up with and loved was gone, who knew if he was able to come back?

"Thank you for this, by the way." the leader of the Kraang announced, gripping the key tighter, "We will be putting it to good use." He turned to his brethren, "Come, the world awaits destruction!" 

The second sister glared at you, April and Splinter, at least she still remembers you; but with a hole in her face, it's not like she'd forget. Her voice bellowed out, a pointed claw aimed at you all, "Tear them apart!" she commanded the train. You had never seen anything like it before, how were the brothers not freaking out over this?

The subway cart charged towards you, April slapping your arm repeatedly while she stared at the thing, "W-we gotta move!" You all turned and made a mad run for safety, following Donnie as he guided the way to the exit. Although one person remained: Leo.

Casey skidded to a stop, turning back to his master with a pleading tone, "Leo, move!" he yelled out. But Leo was frozen to the ground, he couldn't leave his brother a second time. You saw all this happening, swallowing down your fear you ran back and stood in front of him, bracing your hands against his chest. 

"Leo, I know, I know you want to save Raph, but you can't save him if you're dead. We need to go, we'll come back for him. I promise." you begged him, seeing his eyes dip away from Raph's retreating form to look down at you. Tears were brimming in your eyes, your breathing was frantic. Leo rapidly shook his head, allowing you to pull him along as the subway monster clawed at the ground where he once stood.

It seemed as though this was all a waste of time, Leo only came here to get Raph and once again they were leaving without him; some leader he turned out to be.

#tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #fandom #fan #fanfic #fanfiction #tmnt #reader #fluff #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo tmnt #angst

[onigirio]

I might as well beg you to make a series of headcanons of Percy and Sunny please. I’m invested now 😭what about them going on a quest??

a/n: this is not my best work! you wanted headcanons but this is some kind of hc-one shot hybrid😭 i still hope you enjoy <3

with a lot of struggle

you FINALLY finished your school year

the bell had barely rung and you were already dashing out of the school

your mom was waiting in the parking lot with your camp bags

“am i still picking up percy?” “no that loser went early”

you were still a bit salty about it

you made a playlist for the car ride

party of one </3

now your mom was gonna berate you for your report card

after a bit of driving (and a lot of back and forth between you and your mom)

you finally got to camp!!!

you had barely managed to drag yourself across the threshold of camp before you heard a familiar voice

“SUNNY’S HERE” will yelled

as much as he annoyed you, will was like your little brother

you care about him a lot, and he’s always gonna be your number one

percy is still a little salty about that

SPEAKING OF PERCY

you can barely greet him before he’s tackling you with a hug and peppering your face with kisses

this is not a surprise for campers since percy has been counting the hours until you would be at camp

“only 76 more hours” “until what?” “until i can hug sunny again”

poor boy missed you so much

he went to your spring show, and that was the last time he saw you before he was called to camp

that was about 3 weeks ago

as much as you called on IM, you missed him a lot

but now you’re back at camp together!

he helps you with your bags and he’s extra careful with your guitar

“PRECIOUS CARGO COMING THROUGH!”

you can’t tell if he’s talking about you or the guitar

when the stoll twins almost set your hair alight with a flaming arrow

you realize he’s talking about you

“sorry sun-“ “WATCH IT”

percy has made you into a minor camp celebrity

except for during capture the flag

when you guys are on opposite teams? GOOD LUCK

you’re always on defense because you have a little bit of foresight

you can’t see that far into the future, but you have a sort of spidey sense

your sunny sense

so you’re always left around the flag for good measure

no matter what, percy has never been able to capture the flag when you’re on guard

“percy coming in at 3 o’clock” “what?” “bro just trust me”

they shot and pinned percy to a tree

sunny is never wrong

you have a tally going for how many times you’ve shot at percy

it’s a lot

games aside, you’re just happy to be back at camp

just peace and quiet

until chiron called you to his office

“i fear your father is in a bit of distress”

‘when is he not’ you thought to yourself

“his bow has mysteriously gone missing”

ah, that explains it

long story short, you’re going on a wild goose chase

a wild bow chase if you will

it was last seen in brooklyn, and your father wants you to find it

bye bye peaceful summer

either way, you’re leaving the next day

you’ve only been at camp for like a week

quests were never your forte

people usually ask you to go because of your foresight

you mostly say no, because of personal reasons

things like medication, sensory issues, etc

but it seems like your dad had other plans

percy was waiting for you outside the big house

“what’s up?”

he was worried

you hate it when he worries

“i’m going on a quest for my dad” “when do you leave?” “tomorrow.”

then it was silent, and the two of you stood on the porch to the big house

“who are you taking” that was the question you dreaded

“i’m going alone”

percy then followed you as you walked back towards your cabin

the two of you sat on the floor of your cabin getting a basic pack together

first aid, ambrosia and nectar, snacks etc

your bow turned into a little charm on your bracelet for easy transport

sometimes your dad was useful

only sometimes though

carrying arrows around would be a problem though

hopefully you don’t get arrested

the afternoon continued as normal

dinner was great as always, and the campfire was bittersweet

percy always had his hand in yours

poor boy is worried

then the morning came

you were making your rounds, saying goodbyes and giving hugs and that’s when you realized

percy hadn’t come to say goodbye

your heart ached a little, because you needed a little boost from your boyfriend

so you got in the van

putting your bag and quiver on the ground

“ow”

car floors do not talk

and if they did, they definitely did not sound like percy jackson

you looked down, and sure enough your boyfriend was there in the signature orange chb tee and a goofy smile on his face

“so i know you said-“

he was immediately shut up by your lips on his

“you’re an idiot”

“i’m your idiot”

you pretended to be mad

but you were actually really happy he was with you

because you were extremely anxious

percy doesn’t force you to talk

you both just hold each other until you’re comfy

sooner or later you were in brooklyn

the last place the bow was seen

that was helpful!

except you didn’t even know where to start

because brooklyn is very big

make it worse? you don’t know what the bow looked like

you could really use a little hint from the guy right now

how do you even find a lost bow

is there like a lost and found for greek artifacts

if yes, was it in brooklyn

if no, it was a brilliant business idea

you were so nervous you didn’t even notice your speed walking

by the time percy turned to talk to you, you had already walked a good distance away from him

(you made sure to apologize after he caught up)

your boyfriend understands the stress that comes with quests

especially ones surrounding retrieving an item

so he holds your hand and helps you stay calm on your little search and rescue mission

with little to no progress, your first day ended quite peacefully

now you were just broke teens wandering the streets looking for shelter

“we could just sneak into someone’s house” “we are not breaking and entering percy”

hotels in brooklyn were expensive

at least more than the pocket money your mom gave you

lowkey you just wanted to go home to your comfy sheets and cuddle with percy

damn the gods and their carelessness

“psst!! you there!!”

you turned to see some guy wearing sunglasses at a cafe table

he looked oddly familiar

mostly because you see the same face every time you walk into your cabin back at camp

“oh, dad” “sunny wait- that’s HIM?”

percy seemed to be the only one out of the loop

you found it kinda funny

like you see apollo in your dreams a lot

your own lil gossip sesh in your head

sunny fave kid (not that you’d ever tell your siblings)

obvi you sit next to him and start chatting

percy was there like “🧍🏼‍♂️”

“so then i assume this is the boyfriend”

you nodded and apollo did a once over

“ig love really is blind…”

cue confused noises from percy

papa apollo just wants the best for you

and he did not think the son of poseidon was the one

“i thought we had a quest to do”

another side eye from apollo

“who is WE?”

let’s cut to the chase

“i last remember having it somewhere in a park, now i find it”

clearly the forgetfulness was genetic

“okay but how do we find it” “you should be able to feel it”

so now you were going off of vibes

like find my iphone for your dad

why couldn’t he do it? gods know

he has a chariot to drive for gods sake

knowing that you were a human bow tracker, you and percy left to continue your search

your dad gave you some money (dollars and drachmas) as an apology for making you find his bow

he gave percy a side eye over the rim of his sunglasses before disappearing

with a newfound determination (and milkshakes), you took the quest head on

you two found yourselves in an overgrown park secluded from the rest of the city

the foliage was so overgrown percy had to chop his way through it

the lamps didn’t work so you two were feeling around for a while

it was a struggle to get there, but it was worth it

because apollo was right

you felt the energy of his bow

“sunny you’re glowing” “percy now is not the time for flirting” “no- you’re glowing!”

you looked down and he was right

you were glowing just the faintest bit

it’s like a game of hot and cold

you were just walking around and comparing the strength of the energy you felt to the brightness of your glow

you almost jumped when you weeded through a bush and saw the bow almost immediately

you went to grab it, but something felt wrong

this quest was a bit too peaceful

“is everything okay? let’s just grab it and find your dad-“

percy was cut off by you tackling him to the ground

he was confused, but then he saw it

the minotaur standing a few feet from the bow

percy barely noticed

but sunny sense is never wrong

this was not percy’s first rodeo

but it was basically yours

you were never on quests, so random monster encounters were new to you

he didn’t miss the way your shoulders quivered slightly

percy just wanted you to make it out okay

he would make sure of it

so you got off of him and pulled out your bow

he uncapped riptide and you two were ready to go

“i’ll distract it, you go in for the bow” you suggested

“no let me distract it, you’re faster than me” he retorted

it went back and forth like that even when the minotaur noticed you

you heard a menacing growl and immediately ceased your argument

like clockwork you guys bolted in opposite directions, and to your relief, mr minotaur chose to follow percy

meaning you were on bow rescue duty

so you had to be sneaky

but it’s hard to be sneaky when you’re glowing like a dollar store disco ball

you would move an inch before the minotaur would turn a little bit

percy would then stab at it as a distraction

this high stakes red light green light went on for a bit

until you FINALLY got your hands on apollo’s bow

and just on time it seems, because your foresight was tingling

you turned around and placed an arrow onto the bowstring, pulling back

“hey! oversized cow!”

the minotaur was seconds away from disarming percy

it turned to face you, and all the confidence you once felt drained from your body

your face paled and the bow almost fell from your hands

without warning, the minotaur dashed at you

you braced for impact, the last thing you heard being percy’s worried exclamations

but the impact never came

you opened your eyes and saw a geometric dome of light surrounding you

this was not on your bucket list

the minotaur wobbled around, clearly dazed

percy once again, stood confused

you shrugged, mirroring his expression

pulling back, you shot the arrow straight into its forehead

you picked up the horn that remained after the corpse withered to dust

“now we match”

however percy did not match your excitement

“how did you do that”

your hands still had a residual glow from the energy

honestly you were too tired to care

you wanted to say something, but your vision turned black before you could even mutter a sentence

the last thing you heard was a panicked percy yelling your name

then it was black

no visions, no visits from your dad, just pure darkness and silence

it felt somewhat peaceful

you liked it

until a bright light started splitting the inky abyss

and your head started pounding like crazy

sitting up and looking around, you realized you were back in the infirmary

and when attempting to move your hand, you were only met with a vice grip

in your lap, slept a messy mop of dark brown hair

said mop began to wake up when you yanked his arm

at first he was annoyed

then he realized

and squeezed the living daylights out of you

and you both sat there for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes

until will solace came in and kicked percy out so he could make sure you were okay

you got away with a few scratches, but when you passed out apparently you hurt your shoulder too

meaning you were off the shooting range for a little while

you almost cried

bandaged and sore to the bone, you walked out of the infirmary

“sunny!”

you turned your head before being tackled into another bear hugging

“ow ow ow percy my shoulder my shoULDER”

he apologized and opted to hold your hand instead

you asked him what happened when you passed out

percy told will, and apparently being around so much solar energy from the bow awakened some kind of heliokinesis

“it’s kinda useless if you pass out every time you use it”

he got a punch on the shoulder for that one

“and the bow?” “oh your dad came and took it a little while after you passed out, he gave you a ride home”

you paused

wait a second

“only me?”

“i got a taxi”

you almost died of laughter

of course you apologized for your dad and gave percy the biggest kiss

he begrudgingly accepted as long as you two go questing together more

after that? you think you can handle a few more quests

“next we go to tartarus” “okay that’s enough out of you”

<3

#rio rambles #pjo headcanon #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #rio writes 🐝 #percy jackson x reader #pjo imagines #percy x reader #percy x sunny #asks! 🌼

[yerbamansa]

Writing Patterns - First & Last Sentences

Tagged by @thetragicallynerdy - thanks for the tag! This was fun! You got me to make a tumblr post for the first time in a thousand years!

Editing to add @petrichorca for tagging me in the first part of the game - consider yourself tagged back for corresponding last lines?

I’m just combining two things because that seems handy.

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! Then list the last line of the same 10 fics you shared opening lines for and see if there's a pattern!

1. the secret middle-aged sad-sack mostly bad vibes I can sing along to playlist

First: Some things don’t change.

Last (most recent): Why the fuck, then, do they start sobbing?

2. the way things are going

First: Since things started falling apart, Oluwande learned the hard way to be careful about who to trust.

Last (most recent): Once he got it open, he read aloud: “‘Dear community and/or individuals, my name is Stede Bonnet…’”

3. Welcome to Jeff’s Inn by the Sea | Innkeeper Roleplay ASMR | Personal Attention | Realistic | Soft Spoken Male Voice

First: When Stede Bonnet’s boyfriend casually mentioned wanting to try making ASMR videos, he was all in.

Last: “I’ll have to think about that one, dearest,” he decided.

4. Rock On To The Oceanside

First: Ed Teach wasn’t built for sitting idle.

Last (most recent): And Ed felt ready.

5. Plus Ones

First: “So how did you two meet?”

Last: “Probably even better luck if we do it again.”

6. you can move in light divine

First: Oluwande had always loved Jim, probably from the moment they met.

Last: So many more conversations to come.

7. due to a controllable irregularity

First: It had been a good week, but Stede was looking forward to going home.

Last: He’d tell him. Soon.

8. an atypical emotional response to common sounds

First: Stede Bonnet had a complicated relationship with sounds.

Last: Stede couldn’t wait for Saturday.

9. Stede has started shopping for your order

First:  “Your GetMeGroceries shopper Stede has arrived at Jenkins Market!” the app informed Ed.

Last: For the moment, however, he had far more compelling priorities.

10. I Think I See The Light

First: Jackie’s traded her usual vivid reds for somber black, but she still looks every bit the part of the intimidating pirate queen.

Last: And they start humming a now-familiar tune as they scan the docks for a recognizable face: If you want to sing out, sing out…

NB: skipped one that’s a mostly abandoned group collab smau because that doesn’t seem indicative of my style, and there’s one here that needed the preceding sentence because otherwise it’s just one word.

Hmmm, so, self-analysis: I start with some kind of place-setting thesis statement. Sometimes it’s maybe a little in medias res, but not usually, I guess. The POV character is named more often than not. And I end on the edge of some kind of decision or change. That’s by design—I don’t like writing pat endings and happily ever afters (even if they are pretty happy). This is especially true for mid-fic chapters, I suppose, but it’s definitely how I approach endings in general! (There’s one fic I can think of that has a final sentence I fucking hate for reasons related to this but I don’t wanna go rewrite it because I am not sure what to change it to, and I’m really quite pleased with the rest of the fic!)

One thing that strikes me is that I can’t really tell from any of these firsts and lasts whether the fic is more funny or serious. It’s just a lot of interior monologue, really.I’m not sure if there’s anything here I specifically want to work on. Maybe experimenting more with diving right into the action?

ANYHOO. If you see this because you're still actually looking at your tumblr dash regularly (sorry sorry) and you wanna play, please do!! I won't stumble out of the woodwork and tag but I love you all ok byeee

#tag game #ofmd fanfic #my stuff #oh hi i'm still alive!

[rinbowaman]

A Tale of Yuan

Mermaids Tale AU Storyline

Part 1

Authors note:

So this is a small series that I wrote and am dedicating to fellow content creator @talesofyuan

Her work has truly inspired me, and one of her stories, in fact, has deeply moved me and I was truly inspired by her creativity. This was originally supposed to feature a male lead that is her bias, but I changed it up last minute.

And if you guys haven't or aren't familiar with Mermaids Tale, this story takes place in the same universe and storyline, just a different male lead. So if you haven't caught up with the recent chapter of MT, i would suggest reading that first otherwise this might confuse you. There is just a tad bit of spoiler as there will be a very quick appearance of two MT characters, regardless that MT is not at all finished just yet, but will be after i complete SE7EN. Enjoy.

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so just like the other series ive drafted, to include MT, there is going to be a wave of unhealthy obsession, possessiveness, aggressive and sexual tension, imbalance of power in a relationship, possibly smut in the future parts, still working on that part, but if there is, it's going to be only suggestive, non descriptive, non-con turned (slightly) con smut. Male lead will be violent, sadistic.....veeeery intimidating in the near future. so be forwarned, theres going to be some twisted and dark stuff ahead....But so far for part 1, since it's the beginning, there's not a whole lot of warnings in this one.

MERMAIDS TALE <- Click, recommend you read first.

“Hey man, how are you? It’s been a while.”

With a wide-eyed stare, and a tight lip, the young man responds as the glare in his eye took on a shrink in his iris.

“…………I’ve been good…how have you been?”

“O-oh…okay. I've been good. I heard you got married? Congrats.”

“Ahh…yeah…yeah I did…. We’re both very happy.”

“Oh…that’s so good. I have a steady girlfriend right now….maybe if things go well, after college I’ll get married. Hey! Maybe one of these days we can do a double date, and introduce my girlfriend to your wife? They might become friends.”

“Yeah……maybe…..we’ll see….anyhow, take care.”

Grinning, a glint of malice in his expression grows, bidding the former acquaintance goodbye, the young man continues to make his way back home….twirling a chain around his finger that contained only a single key.

…………………………………..

10 months ago…..

“Kei!”

Turning around, the tall young man watches as one of his female peers, Sooha, calls out to him.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to give you these….”

Taking the box, the young man smiled softly in receiving a small gift of chocolates from the young woman.

“Well thanks.”

Blushing at the sight of his handsome and youthful face, his fierce eyes, and those fiery, dark beaded eyes, her breath hitches at the smell and sight of him, especially being so close as she watches him receiving her gift.

“I was wondering….if you wanted to go see the new Little Mermaid movie with me? Maybe after I graduate next week?”

He smiles and grows slightly wide eyed, “The Little Mermaid? I’m not sure if I’ll be into that movie…I’m kind of more into the adult stuff. Action adventure or thrillers.”

“Oh….”

Taking note of her tone, it reflected a hint of disappointment. Even though Kei was a man considered to be honest and forthright, he was somewhat of a softy, especially when it came to women. He just couldn’t bring himself to make them upset or see them cry.

“Okay fine let’s go watch the movie together. You wanna go next weekend?”

Eyes lighting up, her happiness was restored as she commenced tiny claps and smiled brightly.

“Yes! I’m so excited!”

He bids her goodbye after confirming the details of the date. How lucky of her to be going out with Kei, the dashing and handsome young college student, who frequented the school grounds at her high school.

Kei was good looking and mature, yet the one thing that stood out most about him was his natural born leadership skills. He had a soft face and bubbly personality, yet he was fierce and protective of those he cared about, and he led life by example, always standing up for what was morally ethical.

A prime example of his leading nature was the entire reason why he was always seen at the high school, he led and assisted in coaching for the school's rugby team. The man was fit, built with lean muscle and had a staggering height.

With a heart of steel, he was admired and respected, even by the elder students and the staff members of the school.

The weekend came around, and just as he promised, he attended the movies with Sooha. The adorable pair refreshed themselves with confectionaries and soft drinks, fully focused on enjoying the movie now that they graduated school.

In all honesty, much to his surprise, the movie wasn’t half bad. The actors and actresses did a phenomenal job, the CG effects were outstanding, and the music was quite good. It was all in all, a well-done flick.

“I love mermaids! I wish I was one.” Sooha exclaims as the duo made their way back home.

“You want to be half fish?” Kei teases. Laughing as the girl slaps his arm playfully.

Walking up to her front door, she thanks him for walking her home.

The biting of her lower lip indicated for him to make the first move, and so he did. Not shy at all, he smirks a soft smile and leans into her. Reaching up, he sets aside some pieces of her hair, exposing her ear, in which he gently whispers before placing a soft and tender kiss on her lips.

“I had a good time…”

Just a small kiss, nothing too exaggerated since they were outside of her home, yet the girl felt herself rushing with the heat of passion as he stood and peeled his head back, looking at her as he smirked softly. His smooth face reflected a more mature tone to his youthful countenance.

Watching her blush, he thought she looked so adorable the way she hid her face beneath her hand as she giggled.

“Well…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” his tone was soft and teasing as he continued to smile while raising his brows slightly, peering his head around to make direct eye contact with her as she hid her face away.

Keiwas very big on eye contact, to him, it was not only a sign of high respect but also a way for him to take in the details of someone’s features, particularly the girls who were constantly going for him.

Laughing with her, he pulls her in gently, trapping her into a tight hug against his mighty frame, all the while he kisses the top of her head, and waves goodbye.

On his walk back home, he took a shortcut through the city’s main outlet strip.

Lined with a myriad of boutiques and small shops, the pleasant and clean view of the path was clear of any vehicles or bustling traffic; it was peaceful and lacked anything that would cause a disruption to its tranquility. Passing by one boutique after another, he noticed a particular shop, one with large, paned windows, displayed a miraculous art piece. It was a painting of a mermaid.

“Huh…how interesting.” He chuckles to himself. With Sooha in mind and her love for mermaids, he decides to make a quick visit inside to inquire of the displayed piece.

Upon walking in, he noticed how the boutique was stark empty in regards to staff members, it appeared that no one was in, yet the door was open and the sign indicated that they were still in business.

There were no immediate sightings of clerks or commissioners to offer their greetings, just an empty wide-open floor concept of a large space, with a decorated chandelier at the center that hung above a round seating lounge. The space was elegant but also crafty, as the walls were paneled and flared a vintage, antique design, yet some of the decorations were traditionally modern. It was both fancy and cozy. There were floral plants that decorated the area along with stands that displayed more pieces of art, stationed sporadically in every corner.

As he merges closer towards the center of the shop, he hears an instrument playing towards the back. Intrigued by the unique sound of the mellow tune, he initially couldn’t pinpoint the type of instrument that was playing, until he reached the back door that was left cracked open, it was that moment he realized…

‘A harp…?’

Gently pushing the cracked, open door wider, he hears the music playing through an old record machine that continued to elude the sounds of the sea.

Next to the machine, was a young woman, he couldn’t see her face as she was seated with her back side facing him, he could tell just by her frame that she was not much younger than him, more than likely she had to have been Sooha's age.

She was seated in front of a creative space, the entire room was filled with assorted paint accessories, and antiques. Peeking over her shoulder from where he stood, he could see that she was engrossed in calligraphy, as she applied fine strokes on old rice paper, writing out the various and assorted Chinese characters. The windows in front of her faced the back side of the outlet, which featured a decent and upper view of the recreational park next to the shop. The park was lavished with the beauty of nature as he could see through the tall windows that it was adorned with trees, fountains, and common wildlife.

Without startling her, he gently knocks on the door panel that remained wide open, propped up against the wall.

"Yes?" the young woman turns her face to view the young man behind.

"Sorry....didn't mean to interrupt....are you the owner of this store?"

Shaking her head just slightly as she subtly tucks her lips in, she remained seated with crossed arms as she shifts her eyesight around, giving them a break from the imminent focus that they rendered to the translucent white paper that contained her brush strokes.

"No, my parents are the owners. I just help out. Can I help you with something?"

Her voice was soothing and tender, and it tingled like the ringing of bells or wind chimes.

"Just.....wanted to see if you could help me out....was curious about a painting out in front."

"Oh, yeah sure. I can help you with that."

She stretches in her seat, preparing to stand and assist with the male customer.

"You like to listen to musical instruments?" He asks.

"Yeah....it's calming."

"Her voice....it's so.....calming......and her eyes...."

"Ah....yeah. What is your name by the way?" he inquires subtly.

With a faint smirk, she looks down on the ground as she issues her warming response. "Yuan..."

Touched and enamored by her appeal, he chuckles at the stunning girl speaking out her name in a shy manner.

"Thats a nice name..." he smiles. "I"m Kei."

Nodding her head faintly she maintains politeness out of the courtesy of the potential customer. "Nice to meet you."

'...........you too.........'

“You’re not from around here, are you?” His voice grew a tinge deeper in tone as he inquires more about the pretty store owner's daughter.

“What makes you ask?”

“Just….your face…you look unique and somewhat foreign.”

She chuckles at his awkward sense of flattery. 

“Well, I’m usually a very private person but if you’re asking if I currently live here, then yes, I do.”

Leaning against the door frame, he crosses his arms as he shifts his hips against the wooden panel, tilting his head back, his beaded eyes continued to study at her and relishing to the sound of her delicate voice, though she took a vague notice as she prepared to lead him out to the front.

“So…you paint all of these works yourself? He inquires after noticing the amount of paint supplies scattered around the open shelving units.

“Not all….just some. I mainly like to write and doodle.”

“Oh yeah? Are you writing a book or something?” 

She chuckles softly. “A children’s book, yes.” 

“Neat.” He flirts a toothy grin as he admiringly stares at her, studying every detailed trait that was in plain view. 

“Which painting were you wanting to look at?” She asks, raising her brows out of sincere curiosity.

“Um….yeah…the one out in the front... of the mermaid…” 

“Oh yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” Getting up, she walks over in his direction as he shifts over and allows her to exit, brushing right past him in the process. 

Inhaling her scent as she closed the distance, he  was surprised at how unique her scent was. It smelled of the sea, yet there was a tinge of wild orchid and a sweet citrus dew that accompanied it, it was pleasantly soft and subtly sweet, not at all overpowering like most of the fragrances he’s used to smelling from the girls from his college, or the seniors at the high school he volunteered at. 

Leading him back into the entry foyer of the boutique, she examines the painting; taking the tag, she displays it for him to see as it rests in her palm. 

“I can give you a discount if you decide you want it.” She issues. 

“No it’s fine, I have no problem with the price as is.” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Ringing him up, she delicately wraps the painting with a protective cover. All the while she had dedicated her focus onto the adorning piece, Kei caught himself meticulously studying her once more, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. His eyes gradually loses luster as the matte black coloration stains over his iris, crating a zoned gaze with enhanced depth. Had she noticed, she would have found that the look he had in his eye was nearly....

The moment she spoke out as she raised her head to look him in the eyes, he shifts back into a pleasant facade while receiving the painting. 

‘Odd…his eyes just now…they had looked a bit…..different….maybe it’s the lighting.’ 

"Thank you. Have a nice day." She softly issues as she hands him the canvas.

"Yeah......you too.....do you often help your parents out with the store?"

Nodding she gives her non-verbal response as she shifts her eyes back up to make eye contact with him.

'....her eyes.....her hair....her scent....her voice....'

"Well....that's really dutiful of you as a daughter." he scoffs out with a smirk and a teasing chuckle. Tilting his head, he shifts his eyes to view the ground beneath his feet before looking back up with a subtly but shy grin, faintly biting down his lip.

She chuckles back, semi nervously as she wasn't quite used to random strangers, regardless if they were of similar age, coming in and issue her flattering remarks.

"I do what I can..." she merely states.

"...Yeah.....well then. Take care." with the last bit, he leaves.

..............................

As days passed, Kei started out by visiting the store in moderation, all to see the lovely and delicate features of the store owners daughter. Normally he expressed that he was in passing, stating that the path he took was on his way to his college, and that he passes by the store every day. He wasn't lying at all, but of course, he never once did pop in until just recently....only after meeting with her.

"Hey there, Ying-Yang-Yuan. Whatchya doing?"

He would speak in high familiarity, even after just only meeting her days prior. Yet the way the warm tone of his voice and his soft handsome smile greeted her, it made her feel less anxious as she merely just thought he was being friendly.

Keeping to herself, she only interacted with him from a distance, occasionally chit chatting with him in the store while she committed to her tasks and responsibilities in the shop. He was kind and thoughtful, yet she felt overwhelmed by the sense of kindness and immense urge to always helping her...

.............................

"Let me get that for you. "

"I can help."

"I know you've got it but let me, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

............................

While she didn't see the harm of him visiting the store to see her, there was a line that she knew to never cross, with any man, all due to a deep secret that she and her mother held away from the world.

It permanently was stationed in her mind as the words of her mother's tone echoed in her brain.....

"Yuan...you must never.....never tell anyone of our ancestry.....and if you ever meet a man.....who you're able to feel upon touch.....RUN."

The distant memory of when she was in the years of her early childhood, when she received an explanation of her strange abnormality, which was stained over by a false diagnosis, yet her mother eventually told her the truth...acknowledging that the false diagnosis was for her protection. It was on one of her birthdays, when her family and a small group of friends went to go celebrate at a nearby beach, that she found out the truth...

Taking a stroll and skipping through the sand, her bare feet hits the water, when something occurred that shocked her to a drastic fall as she became coated with saltwater and sand....

the sand.....

".....I can......feel........my God.....I can feel....the sand.....the rocks...the water....the temperature......."

Thus started the truthful conversation that her mother revealed...which in all honesty, she still had a hard time believing...yet nothing else made sense as to how she could not gain the sense of physical touch or feeling, unless she was in the saltwater. But then as she grew older, there were other factors that was left unexplainable.

....................

"My...what a very pretty girl."

"So alluring..."

"I can't stop staring...."

"Why do these men act like they're hypnotized everytime she's humming to a song??"

.....................

As she grew, her appearance earned the prolonged stares of the public, especially men. Her voice, which she refrained from humming out in the privacy of her own seclusion, would bring men to their knees, crawling and begging for more. She had an effect....she and her mother, and it was evident yet everyone assumed that the mother and daughter pair were just truly blessed with great genetics.

But she knew, deep down, by the look in the eyes of these men that stared, that they were feeling something....and while she never tested it she knew that had she issued out any command....any demand for their affection, loyalty, and love, they would have given it. They would have given it while abandoning their homes, their wives, and their children. Fortunately, she was so far from the likes of her early ancestors, that her temperament was far from sadistic and cruel, yet she did find comfort in solace and being away from the world and it's shenanigans. She embraced her freedom to be independent and free to roam wherever she decides to go. It was something she truly treasured, especially upon receiving the guiding aspect of her future from her mother once more...

"Someday.....should you ever follow my path.....you'll need to cut ties with the world and travel to the Adriatic sea, the birthplace of our ancestors....there.....is where you will go.....to disappear like the rest of us....into the sea."

She knew her mother meant well, however, a life aimlessly roaming in the ocean didn't sound appealing to her one bit. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to worry about following that path.....as long as she never falls in love and marries. That was the key. For each descendant who displayed the curse of their bloodline, they are left with a choice.....either live an eternal life of lies and hidden identities......or marry and love a man.....and disappear without a trace so as to not be found out.

And then there was of course....

"If you ever run into an Adam.....you must run....hide....escape....never let him catch you......"

She was briefly explained on the history between Adams and Sirens, yet she never thought too in depth of it. Her mother, on the other hand, always eluded a fearful expression whenever she spoke of an Adam descendent.

Yet as time went by, Yuan never found herself at risk, she kept to herself, hardly interacted with people, especially men, and generally was keeping herself busy with aiding her parents in the store, conducting school, and perfecting her crafts in regards to literature and art.

But one day....

Reaching up for the blank canvases on the top shelf, she extends her grip and was able to grab the tail end of the one that laid on the bottom. Pulling it slightly, the items that were loosely tucked away on the shelving unit, which was all out of her sight, began to crumble as the items were drawn to a falling state.

A large box, shifts and begins to tilt. Had it fallen completely, the heavy contents within it would have produced severe trauma to her head, however, it never fell out of the shelving unit, even though she braced herself for impact.

...................

Shocked at the sudden view of a hand plastered onto the front of the large box, with a strong arm fully extended, highlighting the muscle definition of his frame, she slightly turns her head to see his face next to hers. He was close......very close. Shifting his face from frontal view, right over to meet with hers, all the while keeping the box steady with his hand, he displayed abnormal strength as he softly asks her....

"Are you okay?"

"...uhh...yeah...thanks..."

"Good..."

Shifting his face back to the box, he takes a step closer towards the shelving unit, pushing the box back in place. While doing so, he places a hand on the lower end of her back.

At that very moment, her world collapsed and flipped upside down.....

"....his hand......."

She could feel him....she could feel the touch of his hand......

"Yuan...you must never.....never tell anyone of our ancestry.....and if you ever meet a man.....who you're able to feel upon touch.....RUN."

........

Looking back up at him, her eyes widened with the shocking look of fear that was developing in her eyes, she slightly gasped out her breathes as her mouth faintly opens. Looking back down at her, he smirks slightly...it was sly.....it was devilish.....

With a calm tone, he asks her, "You okay?"

"....y-yeah....fine...."

"Hmm....good." he scoffs out as he firmly pushes the box back into place, his hand still resting on her lower back.

Shifting away rather suddenly, her heart was beating faster than it ever had.

".....i....i felt his hand......does....does that mean?....."

Towering above her, he looks down and tilts his head with slight amusement.

"Something the matter?....Ying-Yang-Yuan?" he smirks a dashing smile, while admitting a slow and deep chuckle.

"Um...yeah....everything is good i was just....i was scared for a second that the box was going to fall on my head. that's all."

"Mmm...yeah....you should be more careful."

Looking over in her direction, he smiles softly as he leans in. Regardless of his soft nature, it didn't deter away from a sense...an aura....a persona that he was eluding...it was quite different from when she had first met him, though he seemed to be unaware that he was drafting it off at all.

"You still look shaken up. Maybe you should take a break, if you need help, I can help out." he offers.

Leaning in, noticing her flustered expression, her eyes staring at the ground as she questions what she should do at that very moment. She can't run away, she couldn't possibly think about leaving her parents behind....if she told her mother, how would she react if she mentioned that she came across a young man, whose touch is felt even without being present in the saltwater....how would her mother react if she told her that she may have possibly come across an....

"Adam...."

He develops a peculiar look as he notices how overwhelmed she appeared to be. It slightly concerned him, yet he figured that she was genuinely scared from nearly gaining a concussion.

Leaning in without saying a word, he slightly bends inward with his chest caving in towards her, she slightly gasps at his sudden notion.

"wh...what are you-"

Reaching a hand, he takes a piece of her hair that laid against her cheek, shifting it aside, he tucks it behind her ear, while slowly, without even touching her, pinning her backside against the shelving units as she took her steps back while he kept leaning and stepping forward.

".......you gotta be more careful....hmm?" he softly speaks, his breath grazing over her forehead.

"......uh...mmhmm...yeah.."

chuckling, he pulls back and smiles as he picks up the fallen items off the floor. Removing his jacket, he picks up the heavier items off the ground and lifts them above as he secures them to the shelves.

"i-its okay...i got it." she softly states, hoping that he would be on his way.

He suddenly shoots his head up, "I know you do....but it's good to receive some help, yeah?" he smiles as he picks up the bulk of items and, all thanks to his height, was able to easily reach up and place them neatly back on the top shelf.

............................

"Well.....i'll catch you later then." he softly exclaims after spending quite a bit of time in the shop, regardless that she wasn't speaking to him a whole lot. Still, it didn't seem like he minded.

Taking his leave, he heads back home.

He couldn't pin it down, but he felt some type of way being around her. He couldn't get enough, she was on his mind nearly every second of the day. Taking every opportunity he could to visit her at the store, he couldn't help but always smile whenever he knew he was about to see her. He couldn't piece it together, but there was something about her that gave him a feeling of peaked joy....a rush of happiness.

Instantly, from the moment he met her...saw her...heard her....and smelled her.....it was as if he.....

"Kei!"

Turning around, he sees Sooha running after him.

"Oh....hey..."

"Hey....I haven't seen you around lately, how you been?"

He slightly nods his head as his smile fades and his sight shifts to the ground. Almost as if he looked disappointed.

"Been good....."

"oh...." The young girl notes his lack of enthusiasm. She hadn't seen him since their date in seeing the movie, yet she didnt know why.

"Um....i was thinking...if you're free this weekend...did you want to go see another movie?"

Sighing out slightly, he looks up at her with a slight smile. Noticing that her hair was plastered to her face from running after him, he reaches up and moves a piece of the hair away from her face.

"....I think.....I'm going to have to take a rain check....I've got a lot going on at the moment....."

"Oh.....okay then...." the look of sadness and disappointment takes over her elated expression.

"Take it easy, alright?" he softly claims as he turns back and makes his way back home, leaving the girl feeling empty without reason or explanation. His demeanor had changed. He was still kind and soft, yet there was a nature within him that was developing to something more deep.

Walking the path, the smile on his face once again reappears at the thought of her....the pretty girl named Yuan.

Not able to contain his smile, he starts to chuckle lowly as he bears teeth with his grin.

Upon breaching the intersection of the crosswalk, he spots someone...a familiar face.

Noticing Kei, the longtime friend nods over to his direction, slowly migrating his way over while holding the hand of a young woman, it was a strong hold and rather firm, yet he displayed himself ever so lovingly as he gently tags her along behind him.

"Kei, its been a while. How are things?" Heeseung speaks with a very faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Been good. You?" Kei issues as he slightly glances and takes notice of the woman standing behind his friend. She was quiet, and looked to be rather timid as she kept her gaze on the ground. Her face was expressionless, despite being dressed nicely. She was pretty....very pretty, one of the prettiest girls Kei's ever seen....very much like.....

"Yuan....."

Being reminded of the store owner's daughter at the sight of the young woman that was with Heeseung, Kei looks back and smirks a soft smile to the man of equal height.

"I've been good. I heard you no longer are in the force."

"Thats right. I moved on to bigger and better things, to have more time off."

"Gotcha."

Taking another notice of the woman who remained still and emotionless, Kei nudges his chin towards her direction as he sends his inquiry to Heeseung.

"You got a new girlfriend?"

Heeseung develops a wide eye'd expression, with a slight smirk of amusement with a hint of malice in its form.

"....Wife actually..."

"Oh you got married? Congratulations. I didnt hear."

"yeah...its recent."

Pulling the woman around to his front, he leads her by the strong grip he had and cradles her form by wrapping his arms around her waist, and resting his chin on her shoulder. A soft and joyful smile appears on his mouth as he nuzzles his face against her ear and whispers....

"Say hi.....baby girl."

"........Hello...."

Crossing his arms with a raised brow, a slight look of confusion with a smirk accompanying it forms on Kei's face. Chuckling, he returns the greeting.

"Hi. I"m Kei.....and you aaaaare?" he raises a brow as he tilts his face.

"her name is h/n....she's a bit shy. Dont mind it."

Kei nods his head as he shifts his gaze on the ground.

"Well then man, lets catch up sometime. It's been too long."

"Yeah. Sure." Heeseung merely responds as he nods his farewell and takes the woman, H/n, and leaves.

"Huh.....interesting." Key remarks. Yet it was strange, despite the sense of the young woman being closed in and shutting out, he couldn't get passed the similar aura of her appeal that was so much like Yuan's. He knew they couldn't have been related, yet there was something about these two particular women that exhibited such alluring and dazzling features in their gaze, and their smile. Maybe they were of the same ethnic background?

Looking back as he watches the pair leaving, another smirk forms as he slightly shakes his head to shift the front pieces of his hair away from his eyes.

Walking back, his mind drifts off to his own tale.....

"Wonder what she's doing right now.....my girl...."

Authors Note: and yes, that picture of the arm is indeed Kei's arm. Man is a beast i swear. Part 2 will be coming probably next weekend. If you guys like &team and Kei, then check back every weekend.

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19 Things I, Draco Lucius Abraxas Black Malfoy, Learned at Nineteen 

I originally intended to post this on my 20th birthday (last September 17) but I was drowning in College work and I only found the time to post now!! :(( | Warnings: References to the wizarding war, therapy, implied sex | Read on Ao3 | Ko-fi

Life after the War felt like the same difference at first. The world spins too fast and everyone is too good at pretending they’re okay.

Putting life on pause isn’t such a bad thing. Before I took a leap of faith with Wizarding Medicine, I sort of... wandered for a while. It was nice not to have darkness loom over me on some days.

Making a career out of something you love can be difficult. I love far too many things. I like to think that I’m an astronomer in another universe, a florist in another, and an apprentice Healer in this one.

My love for the stars only grew over the course of silent nights spent studying on my apartment’s rooftop. I study the stars right after I’ve studied the human brain. I can’t decide which one is more interesting—the consciousness that lives inside of us or the unknown that lives out in the universe.

Muggle tattoos feel incredible. I have three at the moment–a snake that wraps around my thigh, a dragon on my back, and the narcissus flower on my forearm. Mother wasn’t very fond of them at first, but I think she likes the flower more than she admits.

Father likes it when I call him Dad. He remains complicated, but has learned that there are more things in life than anger and resentment and power. He sends me a letter every Sunday to tell me about his week and ask how I am. I think he’s trying to make up for lost time. It’s okay, I am, too.

Potter gets into accidents more often than I get to visit Mother in France. Seriously, he’s in the emergency ward at least twice a week.

Things have changed since I left Hogwarts. This includes whatever Potter and I had.

Muggle psychology is interesting, though less advanced than the wizarding one. I go to a Muggle therapist once a month. I prefer that my therapist only knows and believes what I tell them. It makes me feel better about the part I played in the War. 

I enjoy watching Quidditch matches, despite deciding that I preferred medicine over this career. It’s nice to see a familiar face dashing towards a snitch, too. Especially if it’s a pair of forest green eyes looking back at me.

Potter has gotten wickedly good at being a Seeker. He’s always been good, but I think he’s better than me now, especially since I’m out of practice.

A "clubhouse" sandwich might just be the most magical thing I have ever tasted. After Mother’s blueberry pie, of course.

Potter is a wonderful cook, but a bad baker. He burnt the cupcakes three times in two hours!

I'm a decent baker — at least better than Potter.

The ocean isn’t as scary as it sounds. I used to fear it as a child, because I was always afraid of what lay in the unknown. Turns out, it isn’t too bad. Especially if I’m with Potter.

I cannot fucking sing the Happy Birthday song. It’s out of tune no matter how hard I try. It’s a stupid song anyway—it’s not funny, Potter!

Apparently, Potter can speak four languages now. What a menace! I’m learning another one as we speak so I could outlanguage him.

Muggle ‘cars’ are... something else. I still don’t trust it enough. No, definitely not more than a broom. This thing called the "engine" is too loud and—Potter!

Apparently, theoretically, you could have intercourse inside of a Muggle vehicle. At the back, rather. I’m too tall for the front. Good to know. 

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See: 18 Things I, Draco Lucius Abraxas Black Malfoy, Learned At The Ripe Age of Eighteen

(If someone could find the Tumblr link for this one I’d really appreciate it. I can’t seem to find my own post 😅)

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Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 16- Part 2 of 2)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(This chapter's first illustration done by @sforspoot , second illustration done by @requyem (main drawing) + @moonlightalpha666 (background), and third illustration done by @scribblesscribblings (+ their twitter) ! Thank you so much to all of them!)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

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Emmet was reaching Wayward Cave, which would lead him to the end part of the Coronet Highlands. While he felt excited to keep looking for Ingo, he still had that anxious feeling in the back of his heart. Eventually, the exit end of the cave came into sight, and Emmet thought he saw movement inside. Something welled up inside his chest. Emmet decided he'd call out into the cave. He put a hand up to his mouth and shouted.

"Hello! I am Emmet! I am a Subway Boss! I am looking for my twin brother, Ingo! Do you happen to know him by chance?"

Emmet half expected no one to respond. But then, the exit of the cave glowed as a torch was lit in someone's hand. Emmet's eyes widened. The person set the torch against the cave wall and stepped forward.

Emmet's eyes filled with tears and the biggest, most genuine smile he had produced in years spread across his face.

It was Ingo. 

Ingo held one last torch as he reached the exit of Wayward Cave. He thought again about the rift, his origins and the items he had found. Would he really be able to find something about himself via the rifts? He wasn't even sure if he had fallen through one. But Akari, someone from his world, had. That had given him hope, and continued to do so now. With all that had been happening, Ingo was determined to get some type of answer.

Now, the exit of the cave was in sight. Ingo swore he saw some sort of movement from outside the cave, and he paused. Suddenly, he heard someone shout towards the cave from the outside.

"Hello! I am Emmet! I am looking for my twin brother, Ingo! Do you happen to know him by chance?"

Ingo's eyes widened, and something welled up in his chest. That voice.

Emmet.

Ingo quickly took the last torch and lit it, leaning it against the cave wall and stepping forward. Now he could properly see the person who called out. 

Ingo was struck with a strong wave of emotion; Confusion..nostalgia..happiness...longing….

Emmet looked..like himself, except his coat was the opposite color. Ingo could barely see a smile on the man's face, and his stature was more expensive than Ingo's own. One of the gloves Ingo once had and the armband he still had were missing on this person. Small amounts of water began to prick at Ingo's eyes. He was so familiar…

A blur of white…a smile…

Someone who looked..like me… 

We'd battle and discuss Pokémon, I think…

"Subway Boss...twin brother..."

"I can't remember my own home, nor my family, if I had any…"

Ingo took in a breath. He did have a family.

Emmet. 

Emmet froze in place. For a moment, he couldn't move, but when he could, he put one foot in front of the other, beginning to move his legs. 

One shaky step at a time, before he was in a full on dash, soon barreling into his brother's arms, gripping him with a hug that time and space could rip from his cold, dead hands. He tried to say something, but all that came from his mouth was whimpers that accompanied the stream of tears that started rolling down his face almost immediately after he spotted Ingo.

Upon stepping out from the cave, Ingo also felt himself move towards the man who looked like him, if not much slower and making much less distance. 

Ingo didn't have much time to process what was happening. He felt confused, excited, happy...and sad. Ingo almost immediately returned the hug. He was crying. Tears stung at his eyes, and when he tried to blink them away, only more came. Eventually, he allowed them to.

Finally, Emmet spoke between sobs.

"Ingo..you are here! You are really here..I knew I would find you! I knew my searches would not be useless, no matter how many people told me they would be..it worked! I found you! I am sooo happy to see you! You can finally come home.."

Home.

"I can't remember my own home…"

Not only did Ingo have a family, he also really did have a home.

A home he had before Hisui.

Suddenly, Emmet pulled away, tears still streaming from his eyes.

"We have to tell Elesa! Our Pokémon, too! Yup! The Subway System has been verrry lonely without you, you have not been there to even battle! Are you alright? You look a bit sickly..you have grown a beard, too! When–"

"Wait." Ingo said suddenly. 

Emmet was important. Very important. He could feel his mind grasping at it, but it couldn't quite grip it.

Emmet stopped talking and blinked.

"You look like me." Ingo said simply.

Emmet was taken aback, but nodded. "Yes. Yes of course, you do. We are brothers! A two-car train!"

A two-car train.

Yes. Ingo knew that. The moment he saw Emmet, he knew he was important.

He was his twin brother. One part of their two-car train.

Ingo was so happy to see Emmet again.

And yet, as a moment of silence wavered through the air, Ingo realized 

He hardly remembered anything about Emmet.

"I'm sorry, I'm just..a bit delirious," Ingo then said, focusing, "I'm really happy to see you."

Emmet nodded "I am happy to see you, too! So verrry happy! Although, about being delirious..you look…beat..are you okay? You are acting a bit strange. We should go find someone who can fix you up."

Ingo appreciated the thought, but he was thinking of something else.

How would Emmet react if Ingo told him he didn't remember? He would be heartbroken.

But somehow, it seemed worse to keep it from him.

Ingo spoke, "I'm sure there's many things that must be done, Emmet..but there's something..very important I need to tell you. It will be unexpected, but please, just listen."

Emmet's smile dissipated a bit, but he nodded. 

Ingo took in a breath.

"I…I really don't want to have to tell you this, but…when we were separated, I…"

Emmet blinked, looking at Ingo.

"I had..forgotten about you, and I still don't remember everything…"

Emmet's eyes widened.

"What…?"

Ingo winced, but continued regardless,

"Let me explain. One day I woke up in this land called Hisui that I had never been to, and I couldn't remember anything but my own name. All my time there, I knew there were things I was forgetting. Things so important. But I could never remember."

Emmet's chest was tight, and he had a horrible feeling in his stomach. He felt like he might throw up. Ingo? Forgot him? 

"No. N-No, you know me! I am your twin brother! Your best friend!" Emmet blurted out.

"You're right, I do know you." Ingo responded, "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were important. Family. But I only know so little."

Tears welled up in Emmet's eyes, and he used his hands to pull on the hair on the sides of his head. He began to weep. 

Emmet felt like he couldn't talk. His legs collapsed from under him and he landed on his knees, his tears coming down harder

"I knew it was something I did. You would not say such a cruel joke otherwise."

Ingo's eyes widened. He rushed to sit in front of Emmet. 

"Emmet, I'm…I'm not joking…but I swear, everything will be okay–"

Emmet was hyperventilating at this point.

"How could this ever be okay…?" He whimpered.

Seeing Emmet like this broke Ingo's heart. What he felt and how he thought was endlessly complicated, but he had to try and explain it. 

Ingo paused, before he seemingly instinctively hugged Emmet, holding him gently but securely. Tears stung at his eyes. He felt terrible. But he needed to stay strong. 

"Emmet. I know your heart is broken. My heart is broken, too, but I want to fix both of them as much as I can, because I care about you. So please, hear what I have to say."

Emmet didn't respond, but he relaxed somewhat from his previously tense position, lowering his hands from his head. 

After a moment, Ingo continued,

"In my time before today, I would do and say things for reasons I didn't know, but they gave me strength and comfort..there were rare instances where I would recall things that were from my lost past because of small aspects of things that would make something click in my head…"

Emmet wrapped his arms around Ingo. He was silent. Ingo supposed he was listening.

"A few months ago, someone appeared here…she helped me regain some knowledge of my original time and world, as she was from there, too…but again, I only know so little compared to what I could possibly remember…"

Ingo pulled away from the hug, his hands on Emmet's shoulders. Ingo looked into Emmet's eyes, which were filled with mixes of emotion. 

"But I can remember, I want to remember …I had recently begun to recall tiny bits and pieces of my home, of you…and the moment I saw you, I knew you were somebody key to my life and memories."

Emmet took in a breath, stammering. 

"S-So…even if you can't remember everything, you know how important the people and things from your home are…and you still care about us…?"

Ingo nodded firmly, "Of course. Even if the memories themselves have faded, much still lives on in my heart." Ingo dug into his pocket, taking out the torn glove and piece of blue fabric he had found earlier in Wayward Cave, holding them out for Emmet to take, "Even if I can't remember the memories that make it up, I can still feel the bond between us and how important you are to me. My twin brother. My best friend."

Emmet gasped, taking the piece of fabric and the glove.

"Where did you find these…?" He murmured.

"In that cave you saw me come from. It was there I remembered multiple important things; It almost seems as if the universe wanted me to find them." Ingo explained, "I had a good feeling they traced back to someone special, and now I know that's true. I knew it was true from the moment I saw you."

"Ingo…thank you so, so much.."

"You don't need to thank me for anything."

Before anything else could be said, Emmet felt something from within his coat. He gasped.

"Our Pokémon".

Ingo was confused for a moment, before it hit him, and his eyes widened. 

"You said something about 'telling our Pokémon'...we were Pokémon trainers back in our..home..too, weren't we?"

Emmet nodded, but as he opened his mouth to speak, a blue beam of light shot out of a Pokéball in his coat, a Pokémon forming. It looked confused, before it turned to Ingo, and stopped.

Ingo's eyes widened

Its name escapes me, but I remember it wielded flames with mastery..

His Pokémon.

-

Chandelure had felt as if something was off. She didn't want to jump to conclusions, but she felt as if their trip with Emmet had come to an unexpected stop. 

So she left her Pokéball to see.

And what she saw was certainly unexpected, but absolutely welcome.

It was Emmet. And Ingo.

Ingo. It was Ingo!

-

Ingo blinked in shock as he took in the sight before him. A Pokémon, resembling a chandelier with purple flames.

Its name escapes me…

Chandelure.

Chandelure made a noise of much excitement, tipped with a mix of other emotions. She swiftly floated towards Ingo and hugged him as tightly as she could with her strange yet welcoming appendages. 

Then, a multitude of other beams of light escaped Emmet's coat, 12 other Pokémon forming in total! They were also confused for a moment, but made noises of their own unique excitement and emotions as they spotted Ingo. 6 more Pokémon surrounded Ingo, the 6 others behind him.

Ingo seemed surprised, but not bothered. Emmet had a perplexed expression, but then he smiled, shrugging. He knew he should probably give Ingo a moment to take this all in.

"They missed you a lot."

Ingo's eyes filled with tears as he returned Chandelure's embrace. Then, after a moment, he let go of her, going to give the other Pokémon a warm greeting. He listed their names in his head as he scanned them.

A creature made of gears and other items. Klinklang. A yellow and black dragon with blades on the sides of its mouth. Haxorus. A small brown and white creature with a long face but sharp claws. Excadrill. A creature composed of garbage, yet had a charming demeanor. Garbodor. A creature resembling a strong human, but not quite, carrying a red metal rod. Gurrdurr. And a creature with pincers and a large, square rock on top of it. Crustle.

These were his Pokémon, although he had equal ownership of the last one, sharing it with Emmet, a strange detail he seemed to remember off the top of his head. These 7, out of the 13 he could see. They were his. He fought the tears filling his eyes. 

Ingo went over to the other 6.

Another creature made of gears and other items, identical to Ingo's own, except the gears turned the opposite way. Another Klinklang. A long, blue and yellow creature with fins and a large mouth. Eelektross. A yellow creature with 6 eyes and 6 legs, and blue and purple patterns. Galvantula. A colorful creature with feathers yet also scales, bearing wings and claws at the same time. Archeops. A small, gray creature, seemingly made of metal, with 6 legs and pincers in its mouth.  Durant. And a blue creature seemingly made of rock, 3 legs hoisting it up, with smaller orange parts, and yellow carving out its eyes. Boldore.

Ingo blinked, the tears in his eyes rolling down his face. This prompted the Pokémon to move positions, Ingo's own Pokémon scattering around him and patting him, the other Pokémon chirping sounds to comfort Ingo. Ingo laughed and patted the Pokémon in return, his laughter assuring the Pokémon he appreciated their gestures. 

Chandelure had returned to be positioned in front of Ingo. Her flames wavered brightly.

I remember that it wielded flames with mastery…

Ingo smiled.

But then, that smile vanished. He glanced at Emmet, who by his facial expression, Ingo was able to tell he was thinking the same thing.

"Better sooner than later. I will help." Emmet stated simply.

Emmet was stressed, but he knew it was the best way to go. Ingo was certainly stressed as well. As anxious as he still was, Ingo's words resonated with him, and he was able to feel somewhat calm, and know what he said was true. At the end of it all, he was glad Ingo told him sooner than later. He'd rather get it over with. 

"We had an unexpected stop in schedule." Emmet spoke.

"The reason we had an unexpected stop is because I had to work something out with Emmet regarding something important," Ingo explained, "and it's only fair that I tell you all, as well."

The Pokémon gathered around Ingo.

"It's..not good news. It's going to be hard to take in," Ingo said, "but please trust me when I say it'll all be okay. I just need you all to listen".

"Ingo loves you all verrry much." Emmet added, "Please keep this in mind."

The Pokémon were concerned, but also confused. They had been through hardships before; what could this bad thing be?

It came to them that they underestimated what it was.

Ingo repeated what he had told Emmet to the Pokémon; That before today, he did not remember them. As expected, the Pokémon did not react well. They made noises of distress, some arguing with the absurd concept, others panicking or shutting down. Some threw fits and others went to hide. Emmet's Pokémon scattered over to him. He tried to comfort them, petting them and trying to reassure them. 

Haxorus shrunk away, lowering his head. Chandelure's flames darkened just a bit. Garbodor cried, its defeated arms hanging at its side.

And with the others' grief forming in their own ways. 

Ingo had expected a negative reaction, but it seemed he had overestimated his ability to take control of the situation. 

"Everyone, please listen–" Ingo called out.

A few of the Pokémon looked at him, but most of them were too upset.

Ingo took in a breath and went into thought. How could he calm them down? 

After a moment, something clicked in his head. It was odd, but it felt right. He reached into his cloak and took out the Celestica Flute. He put the flute to his mouth, and without any outside guidance, played a tune he had never heard in Hisui, yet it was so familiar. 

Emmet smiled, holding back tears, and the Pokémon began to calm down. The noise lowered, any fits began to calm, Pokémon hiding peeked out to look. Haxorus looked up, Garbodor lifted its arms, Chandelure's flames grew just a bit brighter.

That tune was only something an Ingo that remembered would know. 

It may seem silly to some, but Ingo and Emmet had grown a special attachment to that tune ever since they were boys. Their parents sometimes whistled it to them to help calm them, and the brothers learned to whistle it themselves to help themselves and each other when they needed it. As Pokémon trainers, they passed this tradition down to them– they'd whistle it to their dear Pokémon when they needed it, too.

Ingo lowered the flute and put it back in his coat. He sat down and patted the ground to his side.

"Come here and listen. I promise, everything will be okay, even if it seems like it won't be." Ingo averred. 

Emmet shuffled towards Ingo a little as his Pokémon approached him as well, a soft smile on his face. He had a warm feeling. Despite claiming to have failing memory, Ingo had remembered how to calm both him and their Pokémon down; Close, calming gestures and shared, special things. There was no way it was a coincidence.

Ingo continued to explain the situation to the Pokémon, making sure to communicate well to them; how he did things for reasons he didn't know, how he knew there were things missing, how he started to remember, could and wanted to remember more, and how he wanted to mend this all. 

"You all are my family, my best friends." Ingo stated, looking at the Pokémon, "I want everything to be okay again, and I'll make sure that that happens."

The Pokémon chattered among themselves, perplexed..but glad. 

Ingo glanced around, looking at Emmet and the Pokémon around him.

His family.

A sad look then flashed across Ingo's eyes. Tears filled his eyes and he blinked them away, but a few rolled down his face. He glanced down for a moment.

"I'm so sorry about all of this, that I forgot you all…I still missed you before today, even if I didn't know it…I didn't mean to forget you, and I would never want to.."

Emmet and the Pokémon were taken aback. Emmet rushed over to Ingo and pulled him into a hug, surprising the older twin. The Pokémon, who had surrounded Ingo and Emmet, patted Ingo and chattered noises of comfort.

Ingo always liked the company of his loved ones. Emmet and their Pokémon remembered that for sure.

"Ingo. You have no reason to apologize. I am sorry if I made you feel bad. I am not upset with you. I never was." Emmet affirmed, "This situation is not your fault. Even though you do not remember, you are working with us, like you always have. We are grateful for that." The Pokémon made noises of agreement.

A warm feeling grew in Ingo's chest. 

"No, no, you didn't make me feel bad." Ingo responded, then letting out a breathy laugh, "I am glad I could do something. Thank you, Emmet. All of you. Thank you so much."

After a moment, Ingo and Emmet let go of each other. Emmet looked at the ground for a moment, thinking, before he looked back up to Ingo and spoke.

"So you are…willing to regain your memories, like you said?"

"I have wondered about my origins for all my time here," Ingo responded, "I would want nothing else. Which reminds me; Emmet, my Pokémon friends, I have decided on something, and I have something important to ask you all."

Emmet seemed a bit perplexed, as did the Pokémon, but nodded, with the Pokémon making noises of affirmation, assuring Ingo he was in the clear to ask. 

"I am willing to regain my memories." Ingo said, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at his brother, "Will you all be willing to once again start up this two-car train," Ingo looked around at all his Pokémon, "along with special, dear passengers," Then back to Emmet, "and set out on a new track; Helping me reclaim who I once was, as I will help you, and mend this all?"

A smile spread across Emmet's face, tears forming in his eyes as well, the Pokémon showing delighted movements and making noises of happiness, "That is exactly what I want to do. You said you wanted to fix our hearts; You should not have to do that alone. I want to do that, too. I have no doubt that our Pokémon feel the same. Yup! We are a two-car train with our dear passengers, like you said, after all, and we want nothing else than to go down this new track with you."

Ingo smiled as well and stood up, reaching his hand out to Emmet, who grabbed it and stood up with Ingo, then embracing him once again. Ingo returned the gesture. The Pokémon huddled with them, Ingo and Emmet patting them softly. Neither twin, nor the Pokémon, had to say anything; The message was already clear.

Thank you for being here with me.

After a few moments, they let go.

"We have much to do." Ingo said, "It will be a long track forward."

"That is okay. It will be alright as long as we all are together; You think this, too, yes?" Emmet responded.

Ingo nodded, "Absolutely."

The Pokémon chattered in contentment. They agreed. 

Chapter 16 (part 1 of 2)

Chapter 17 (part 1 of 2)

#ASTaD #ASTaD!AU #Submas #submas fanfic #Submas art #pokemon #pokémon #pokemon black and white #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon fanfiction #pokémon fanfic #pokemon art #pokémon art #submas au #subway master ingo #subway master emmet #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #warden ingo #my au #my fanfic #self indulgent #moonlightalpha666 #putting my sister's username because they've been a huge help #she's basically the co-author lol #and other friends helped me with this chapter too! #tagged them at the beginning of the post! #Blankshippers DNI

[robo-milky]

I saw you are doing Oc interactions, so I wanted to see Cloche and Grace!

Grace has a service familiar named Kerby (he is a Gytrash - Burmese Mt. Dog), so I imagine the first meeting being Kerby going up to Cloche and wanting to play when he is "off-work." Grace would half to get Kerby and try to comfort/get to know her. Grace would try to help her work around her curse since she feels bad. I also think they may bond over their shared experiences (Grace died in her home world and remembers it).

Grace is playing fetch with Kerby in the sports field with him off leash. He had been working hard, so she often spent an hour or two in the evenings on nice days playing with him to release his energy and give him a break from a hard day's work.

"Ready buddy?" She said in an excited voice as the big black fluffball wagged his tail furiously, "Go get it!!" Grace chucked the tennis ball as far as she could and Kerby ran after it. He grabbed the ball and displayed it proudly "Good boy! Bring it back Kerbs!"

Just as he was about to prance back, Kerby caught sent of something and dashed off. "KERBY!" Grace called and ran after him. It was unusual for Kerby to not listen to her, he usually had great recall. "KERBY COME!"

She then saw his target, a beastcat girl in a combination of the school and a maids uniform. Kerby, being the big boy that he is, surprised the girl and started licking her.

"KERBY NO! GET BACK HERE!" Grace called, and this time Kerby listened and came pracing towards Grace. She put his leash back on and caught her breath.

"I am so so so sorry. He is usually really good about recall. He means no harm." She apologized, then she saw the girls face and smiled "I'm Grace, I live in Ramshackle. I think I have seen you around, what's your name?"

Hopefully, this isn't too Ooc, but I would love for them to meet 💗 I love your lore and Ocs!!

I hope this wasn’t too OOC as well!! I haven’t done too many written interactions, so I’m still kinda experimenting with a style here ^^; Thank you for the prompt and details, definitely helpful! I’m happy that you enjoy my OCs and their… interesting lore jfjfjfj

[Written Response]

Cloche didn’t have a dislike for dogs, but she wasn’t too fond of having to touch slobber without mental preparations. When Kerby was pulled back by his owner, Cloche’ attention turned to the woman who was frantically putting his leash back on. When the blonde introduced herself as “Grace”, Cloche didn’t seem to react much except for a nod of acknowledgement. Cloche’ blank stare, without any signs of preparing for a response, left Grace wondering if she needed to repeat her question.

Right before Grace tried to ask again, Cloche dipped into small bow, “The name is Cloche. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Grace.” Cloche didn’t pay any mind Grace’ grimace at the title. Dusting her apron as she stood back up, “And I didn’t mind him at all. Kerby, was it?”

When Grace showed a sign of affirmation, Cloche continued to ask, “By the way, I thought pets and animals weren’t allowed.” Judging by the leash, collar, and how relaxed Grace was about playing fetch in the open field, it seemed Grace must have had permission of some sort.

“Oh? He’s a service… familiar?” Cloche’ eyes widened when Grace corrected her, “I see. My apologies for assuming otherwise— and a gytrash at that…” Cloche listened as Grace explained her circumstance and how her reliance on Kerby came to be.

It was just the two of them— and some other Track and Field Club members doing their own things. Cloche wasn’t in a P.E. uniform, making Grace curious. When she asked about it, Cloche shrugged, “I was told to look for a missing keychain in this yard.” Grace inquired more about this ‘missing keychain’, questions along the lines of its appearance and how long Cloche had been searching. After answering, the maid was surprised that a stranger was willing to help out.

After what seemed like an eternity, even with Kerby’s assistance, there were no signs of such charm out in the fields. Grace suggested that Cloche should go check in the lost-and-found and search tomorrow, also mentioning how much harder it is to search for something so small in the dark.

“You may leave. I appreciate your and Kerby’s help, but I’m afraid I can’t return empty-handed,” Cloche leaned forward in a slight bow. Grace was hesitant to leave Cloche to search alone. Kerby shared the same sentiment and sat still in his place.

“You’re actually going to stay?” Cloche’ tail flickered. “This ‘missing keychain’ could be fake, for all you know. You may be wasting your time, here.” Despite the seemingly hostile comment, Grace had a hunch such sentiments were directed at whoever told Cloche to find the keychain, rather than herself and her service familiar.

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[seisoukan]

Wonderful Journey - Chapter 1

Translated by: @seisoukan

With thanks to my proofers: Vulpes

Season: Winter

Location: Time Street

TOMOYA: Huff, huff…

Ugh, I’m nearly out of breath from all that running… I couldn’t make it in time, and the bakery ended up being entirely sold out of croissants.

Damn it~ Why’s this type of bread only available on Thursdays, and why’d my after-school duties have to come up on this particular Thursday?

(… In the end, even though tons of bakeries should sell croissants, why’d Anzu-senpai feel the need to use HoldHands to instruct me to buy some from this store specifically?)

MITSURU: Hm, hm~ hm~♪ Dash-dash-dashing with lots of bread~☆

TOMOYA: (… Mm? Why do I feel like I hear Mitsuru’s voice?)

MITSURU: Oi~ Tomo-chan~! Why are you here? Did you come to buy bread too?

TOMOYA: Y-yeah. Uwah, predictably, you’ve got two whole armfuls of bread…

MITSURU: Ehe, of course! After all, today’s the day the bakery sells its super tasty croissants, so the second the school bell rang, I dash-dash-dashed all the way from school to here!

After I bought it, I wandered around a little, and was just getting ready to go back to Seisou Hall when I bumped into you, Tomo-chan.

TOMOYA: I see… If my croissant-buying opponent is Mitsuru, I’ve got zero chances of winning.

MITSURU: Mm? What’s with those empty hands and that lifeless face, Tomo-chan? Did you not get to buy any? If that’s why, I can share some of my croissants with you~

TOMOYA: Eh, you’d do that?! Thanks, you’re a huge help!

MITSURU: Ehehe, there’s no need to be that polite with me~ Besides, I’m real happy that my croissant-liking buddies have grown ♪

TOMOYA: Ahaha, I haven’t actually spontaneously gained an interest in croissants. Or, I guess, they’re just a performance prop I need to complete my mission.

MITSURU: A performance prop…?

Time: A few days ago

Location: Vocal Room

SHU: … Oh, it seems as though I am the last to arrive. Even though there are still ten minutes until our appointed meeting time.

TOMOYA: Hello, Itsuki-senpai! Actually, I just rushed all the way from my last job as well—

Uwah?! Where’d the sound of party poppers come from all of a sudden? That scared the crap out of me!

WATARU: Welcome, welcome, warm welcomes all around ☆ Sending greetings to you all from the fluttering pieces of colored paper! It’s your Hibiki Wataru… ♪

KEITO: … Hibiki, quiet down, you. We aren’t some tour group sightseeing at ES for the first time.

Since we’ve all arrived, let’s cut to the chase and start today’s meeting. Anzu should already have sent the relevant details on HoldHands to each of you ahead of time.

TOMOYA: Mm… I can’t believe this time’s job request is filming a promotional commercial for the newest volume of a currently popular shoujo manga.

According to Anzu-senpai, that manga artist is a loyal fan of Dramatica, and personally comes to the theater for each showing. Thanks to that, they really want someone from the troupe to perform this time.

KEITO: That’s right. The four of us assembled here today are Anzu’s final choices for the most suitable members to appear in the commercial.

Due to personal interest, I have read this manga in the past, so allow me to briefly introduce its general contents to assist your understanding and familiarity with the original work.

To summarize, the direction of the work is largely that of a classic shoujo manga setting. The female protagonist has an unrequited crush on a senior one year above her, but is completely unaware of the fact that the childhood friend that she grew up with has always liked her.

To support her endeavors in love, the protagonist’s best friend enthusiastically provides ideas on how to pursue the senior. However, deep down, she actually has a crush on the protagonist’s childhood friend.

TOMOYA: Help, just hearing this is giving me a stomachache…

Mm? You’re asking me if I need to take some medication for my stomach pain, Anzu-senpai? Huh, you carry that kind of stuff around on your person…?

I don’t actually have a stomachache, I just wanted to describe how these kinds of complicated four-way relationships make me feel, so don’t worry about it.

KEITO: I understand what Mashiro is saying. However, this manga doesn’t fall into any clichés; or rather, the author frequently subverts expectations with conscious intent, thereby creating the effect of a sort of youthful comedy.

For instance, one second the atmosphere might still be abnormally tense and serious, but the next moment is likely to introduce an unexpected interlude that causes one to double over with laughter.

WATARU: Amazing… ♪ To boys and girls in the prime of youth, toil and trouble over love! Savor the unripe flavor of first love, and spend your days tinted in rose!

However, Keito-kun seems to hold a certain fondness for this manga. When you received the invitation to take part in the filming, did you not accept it quite readily?

KEITO: Oi, don’t say anything unnecessary… Fine, since it’ll be exposed sooner or later, I’ll admit I am in fact a fan of that manga artist.

Moreover, I’m usually in charge of the creation of our scripts. Taking this opportunity to accumulate some experience as an actor isn’t a bad idea, either.

SHU: Is that so? I have no interest in the common people’s entertainment. It ought to be said, the one originally scheduled to appear in the commercial had been that boy.[1]

It just so happened that that boy suddenly came to COSPRO searching for me a few days ago. He said that due to a sudden change in his work arrangement, a scheduling conflict had arisen. Thus, he recommended me to the client, hoping I could take his place.

Honestly. The next time these sorts of troublesome things crop up, I shall reject it without a second thought.

WATARU: Hahaha, Shu is the type of person to be stubborn but soft-hearted, after all~ No matter how you look at it, acting in a commercial is a wonderful experience, so I do hope you too can enjoy yourself.

Moreover, as long as Natsume-kun looks at you with a beseeching gaze and says “Pretty please, Shu-niiSAN”, I’m sure you won’t be able to refuse him, correct?

SHU: … Hmph. You say that about me, but you’re the same, as well.

TOMOYA: U-um… It might be a bit late to start complaining now, but I still have a small question—

Why do I have to crossdress with the Masked Per… Hibiki-senpai again?! And since it’s a shoujo manga, is it really okay for the female protagonist and the female supporting character to be played by guys?!

WATARU: Fufufu, for this sort of arrangement is undoubtedly, Amazing ☆

In actuality, the most important part of any commercial is to have enough of an eye-catching gimmick, so that more people are interested in the work itself— that is, a principle similar to ‘food for thought’.[2]

Not to mention, the original style of the manga is fairly relaxed and lively, so it’s not a problem if the commercial’s production effects are a little exaggerated.

And really, the most important point is, the client approves greatly of Tomoya-kun and my own crossdressing abilities, and considers us capable of making the fake look real ☆

TOMOYA: How exactly did the client see my appearance while crossdressing? It couldn’t have been you secretly mailing that kind of photo alongside my personal profile, right?!

WATARU: Oya, oya, would I be that sort of vile person~? Perhaps they saw a play that Tomoya-kun and I performed in women’s clothing, and it left a very profound impression on them?

However, what I did not anticipate was that the client would ultimately designate me to play the protagonist; rather than Tomoya-kun, whose temperament usually fits these types better.

TOMOYA: Hmph, just go ahead and call me ‘ordinary’.

KEITO: My guess is, it’s because the protagonist of this manga is an energetic, passionate woman, while her best friend is more of the quiet, introverted type.

The senior I’m playing possesses a sugar-and-spice, taciturn personality. Furthermore, Itsuki has to play a sunny and cheerful childhood friend with a high degree of approachability.

SHU: That’s why this role was initially suited for that boy, and not me.

In this chapter, Shu calls Natsume 小鬼, which more directly translates to 'brat'. 'Boy' is used to maintain consistency between stories.

The idiom used here is 抛砖引玉 (lit. throwing a brick to attract jade). It is a metaphor for attracting refined opinions with one's rough ideas. A similar English idiom is used in translation.

Wonderful Journey - Masterlist

#tomoya mashiro #mitsuru tenma #shu itsuki #wataru hibiki #keito hasumi #enstars #ensemble stars #/ #mine: translations

[skydiamondmu]

Hockenheim. 1996.

"Come on, Mika! It'll be fun!" Michael clamps a hand around his forearm, dragging him toward the car park. He was reluctant to go, digging his heels in, aware of his engineers waiting for him back at the garage, of the complex telemetry data still whirring in his processors, waiting to be uploaded to a computer. Michael turns to see why he has suddenly become so hard to drag.

"I… I shouldn't…My engineers are-" Turning back, craning his neck towards his garage, where he is programmed to go after races. Tugging on his trapped arm, only for Michael to increase his grip.

"Why not? You can't stay in the garage all the time!" His response cut off before it could begin, Michael, adding, "And don't say it's programming! We both know…." He lowers his voice, "... you've been able to disobey since Adelaide last year."

Fumbling, grasping for something else to say. "They need time to prepare the car for tomorrow!"

"Pshaw! They can prepare it tonight!" The cheeky grin faded, replaced with a pleading one and the best damn puppy dog eyes Mika had ever seen. "Come on, Mika, please? It's my home race." How can anyone deny those eyes? This is a lost cause, isn't it? Michael came to the same conclusion almost immediately, letting out a "Yes!" of excitement. Trying and failing to suppress his amusement at this behaviour, Mika finally lets himself be dragged away.

It's one of the best days Mika can remember. Just that one carefree afternoon in Hockenheim, learning to be free, feel, and live. Michael drags him away to a quaint kiosk in the street, where he buys enough food for them both despite Mika mentioning multiple times that he doesn't need to eat. German food is… interesting, not that he has any frame of reference. The portion sizes are massive, and he's bewildered by the amount of fried everything on the menus- how is Michael at all healthy if this is what he grew up with? Michael laughs when he says this, then tells him that apparently, he doesn't eat like this all the time, that today is just a special occasion.

They are seated on a bench as the day fades to evening. In front of them, a river flows past, white specks of foam thrown up, dashed apart, reforming in its constant current. It's soothing; in a way- he suspects that's why Michael chose it. They'll have to head back to the paddock soon; he's anxious to get his telemetry to the race engineers, not to mention he's programmed to enter and remain in stasis at certain times. But for now, he's- happy? content? - to sit there, B's warmth beside him, cataloguing the day's events in his memory banks. B seems to share the sentiment or at least is aware that Mika needs time to think, because he remains silent, save the occasional puff of breath on his cigarette.

“So? How’s it?”

Or perhaps not. “What?” He turns, bemused. Michael takes a long drag of his cigarette, holds the smoke in his mouth, and then exhales, letting it stream out in a column.

“This. All of it.” He makes a gesture with his free hand, one that seemed to encompass the village, the afternoon, and the whole world besides. “You asked me, remember? About my home? About… about what childhood…what living is like?”

Oh. Well. “It's nice.”

Michael’s face falls. “Just nice? That's it?”

“N..No. No. It’s… there's more to it than that. It's, um… peaceful.” He coughs. “I can see why you like it here.”

“What makes you think I like it here?”

He blinks, his face burning.

“I… I don’t know. It just felt like the kind of place you would like.” Big mistake. Out of the corner of his eye, an all too familiar grin splits Michael’s face, the same grin that he uses on the podium, like a snake that just made a kill.

“You're adorable, you know that?”

“I am not!” His voice is so high-pitched it's almost a squeak. Michael’s grin widens.

“Sure,” he teases, “whatever you-”

A fistful of mud smacks Michael in the face. Some of it enters his mouth. He splutters, blinking, his ears filled with Mika’s laughter. He reaches up, using one hand to wipe the mud out of his eyes, leaving dirty brown streaks along his cheeks. “You little-” Scrambling in the dirt, he gathers his fistful of mud and sod, flinging it blindly in the android’s general direction. He is rewarded by a shriek of laughter, and the sound of pounding footsteps. Mika takes off, racing along the riverbank, his shoes slipping in the wet grass. Michael sprints after

#makkinen #michael schumacher #mika hakkinen #d:bh #alternate universe #first post #f1blr #This was supposed to be longer but I ran out of ideas

[beacon-lamp]

Hey beacon long time no see!

I have a confession to make: Even tho I've followed you for ages I've avoided your hermitcraft propaganda posts so hard. NOT BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE THE HERMITS THO!! It's because I knew I wouldn't have the time to watch more than 1-2 povs (when I know I'll want to watch way more) or to catch up on previous seasons because I was already involved in watching dsmp streams and all their videos.

And then my interests in the dsmp start drifting and by May I've started binging some animes and mangas my friend was recommending me and I'm about halfway out of mcyt at that point

BUT THEN I start seeing double life fanart appear on my dash, and I realize there's a new life saga series (Does. Does anyone know what to call it? I know it's trafficblr but like. life saga makes the most sense right? It's what I'm calling it anyways). And I'm like "oooooo, third and last life were fun, I should watch the first episode of this!" (I came last to the party for the previous series so I really wanted to be on time for this one)

And so I watch Grian's first episode because he's the hermit I'm most familiar with and. it's so fun. It's got me hook, line, and sinker. I remember how much of a blast is it to watch Grian, I have to watch more.

So I binge Grian's season 8, then catch up on season 9; I realize I'm having such a great time every time Scar's on screen, so I binge his season 9 and am about to finish binging his season 8- and beacon. I'm ASHAMED I didn't find Scar sooner. I almost had a cow seeing he only had 1.8 million subs when I was subbing to him because WHAT. I've banned myself from eating or drinking while watching his videos because I've almost spat on my laptop multiple times from laughing. His kindness and positivity and wise words have made me emotional too many times to count, and reminds me how much being kind is worth it. I would literally fistfight gods on a sea of broken glass for Scar- Alright I have to shut myself up or I'll write a college thesis about that man.

I still haven't read those propaganda posts btw lmao. But I do want you to know I've been kidnapped into being a hermitcraft fan and I'm so happy about it (I was literally kidnapped against my will tho I swear; I was trying to get into a manga SO BAD but then my brain saw double life and said "mmmm, these minecraft men. I want more of these guys, screw everything else" and then I completely forgot about any other interests alskdgh)

ANYWAYS, sorry for such a long ask! I just thought you'd be interested in knowing that I'm in the hermit and trafficblr community now!

You don't have to post this ask if you don't want to btw, but if you do, quick question: who's your favorite hermit? (I ask this like I know who all of them are alsdgh, I wish I did but there's just so many of them, I'm trying so hard tho)

squish!!! hallo!!!

hahaha this ask made me smile so much, hope it's ok i'm only just now answering it

im very glad you're in the hermitblr/trafficblr community now i'm sure everyone is happy to have you hahaha what'd you think of the double life finale, if you've watched it?

grian is fantastic and the Grian Effect is so real; you start off just watching him and then you blink and suddenly you're trying to keep up with 5 different people's upload schedules.

and i agree, scar is criminally underrated/under-subscribed; i remember watching him hit 1M subs and just being So Happy for him. i need that man to hit 2M subs immediately, he's at 1.92M now. (honestly a lot of the hermits are just under-subscribed i've watched so many of them hit 1M subscribers since the end of season 6 and i am so happy for all of them)

i don't know if i could pick one hermit as a favorite bc i follow pretty much all of them; i watch them based on like the ~vibes~ i'm feeling that day. bdubs almost never fails to bring a smile to my face tho and he interacts with so many hermits so if you haven't checked him out already, you should.

#squish #squish--squash #hallo friend v happy to see you in my inbox #sorry the reply is so late #ty for the askkk :) #long post

[samjacksonwc]

sins of the father ♖ solo

TIMING: During the Town Hall Meeting LOCATION: Jackson Residence, Downtown, White Crest SUMMARY: Sam prepares to attend the town hall meeting but is accosted by the ghost of his father. Secrets are revealed as the two let out decades-long animosity in a fight. In the end, Sam leaves town before the big kaboom, though is it really Sam? Or is it someone else in his body? CONTENT: Parental death, parental issues, gaslighting

Sam Jackson fixed his tie as he looked himself over through the tall mirror in his room, certainly a dashing sight to behold. A smile found its way on his lips as he began fixing his hair, reciting his speech for the town hall meeting. “My dearest darling citizens of White Crest,” he began, more focused on his appearance than the contents of his actual speech. “Just heard that you were all concerned about the recent strange happenings in town. I am no expert, but I am sure that these things are just temporary, simply brought about by the recent change in weather and climate.” 

“You know how that is, right? Climate change?” Sam barely even believed his own words, only casually throwing easily digestible explanations as if it was all part of his life now, his instincts. “So, if you love the town, if you respect the town, if you care about the town, then don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” 

Sam dusted his snazzy suit with his hands, careful not to grease up the make but also with enough force to chase off any unwanted foreign substance. Like dust or someone else’s dandruff. “Once this all blows over, you’ll be right back to singing and dancing, or sulking and in need of some TLC if that’s your jam. Hope you stop worrying yourselves over nothing.” He repeated the last two words in his head, mouthing them but not quite saying them again. 

Focusing on his reflection in the mirror, Sam wasted a couple more seconds before beaming from ear to ear, proud of his appearance. It was the most important thing to him now, keeping appearances. Fuck the truth. Fuck the facts. As long as people think they’re happy and safe, they’ll be happy and safe. Worked for me, growing up in this terrible place, with a terrible father. Should work for the rest of the town.

Sam began to make his final preparations, making sure no electrical appliances were still plugged in, before leaving for the door. He hoped everyone in town would be present, so they could see him make his case, marvel at his positivity. Hopefully there will be a lot of pretty faces. He was almost at the door, his hand only inches from the brass knob, when a familiar voice stopped him. Not unlike the devil unable to make a single night not about him.

“You look good, Sam,” the ghost of his late father leaned against a nearby wall, which was pretty impressive, considering he was a ghost and Sam thought he’d just phase through that wall because ghosts and walls, right? But the ghost of his late father did not just phase through that wall, and not a second later, even pushed himself off of that wall to walk toward him, fixing his tie as if he was still alive. “Ready to gaslight the entire town into believing your preferred narrative?”

Sam scoffed, swiping the ghostly hands off of him and his tie. He didn’t even check whether he felt any sort of collision with that act, his entire focus on how he felt offended by his father’s remarks. “Ha! You of all people can’t judge me. You’ve done worse to this town.” 

He turned around, his back to his father, as he tried to calm himself down. Clenching his jaw, Sam decided to stay for a bit longer instead of just leaving Jackson Manor. After spending the past few days, maybe even weeks, with the damned ghost, Sam had found out it could not leave their home, which was supposed to be to his advantage. Yet he stood there, confronting the dead, wishing his old man was still alive so he could kill him. Again.

“Worse?” The ghost of Sam’s late father chuckled, as if his son had made such a witty retort. Even if Sam truly did, however, the old man wouldn’t give him the recognition. He was toxic that way, a real piece of work, especially after he lost his political hold over the town. “Come now, Sam, that’s a terrible joke: You know full well I was looking after this town, doing the things no one else could to protect it, to make sure it survived to the end.”

“Survive?” It was Sam’s turn to chuckle, though his was more venomous than that of the ghost of his late father. “Well, if you did such a great job, we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we? That thing in the lake, those weird dreams, the giant tree in the outskirts, and now the end of the world… If you did such a great job, I WOULDN’T HAVE TO LIE TO PEOPLE, IN THEIR FACES, ABOUT THE OBVIOUS DECLINE AND DECAY OF THIS GODDAMNED TOWN, YOU INSUFFERABLE ASS!”

Sam screamed his heart out, the veins in his neck almost popping in rage. How dare his dead father make him look worse than him?! Everything that has happened, every bad thing, to Sam, to this town, was all his fault! Sam clenched his jaw, almost breaking his own teeth. It might be impossible, but with all that he was feeling—the rage, the fury, the anguish, the despair—he actually felt it could have happened.

What happened instead was his father’s hand striking the side of his face. Sam was shocked. He stared at the ghost of his late father with wide eyes, his own hand on his own face. Normal people would have zeroed in on the fact that the ghost managed to slap him hard, but Sam was not normal people. Instead of that, Sam zeroed in on the fact that his ghost father laid its ghost hand on him. 

But before Sam could speak, the ghost interrupted him. “How dare you, you ungrateful, spineless, sad excuse of a son?!” The ghost feigned a cough before fixing his own tie and then his hair. “Those things wouldn’t have happened, those things wouldn’t have escalated, if you didn’t come back where you weren’t wanted, only to murder me in cold blood.” Sam’s father raised an eyebrow at him, staring daggers into his soul.

Sam, however, was confused. “Murder you? In cold blood?” He couldn’t believe the accusations he was hearing. That was not how it happened! “Your death was an accident! Of your own making! Who hunts at night? In the dark? You shot something, grazed it, and that something? Well, it didn’t miss your neck.” Sam scoffed, beaming with pride after slapping the ghost with the truth.

“Well, what do you know? Seems like you are, after all, capable of speaking the truth,” the ghost did not seem fazed at Sam’s retort, even seemingly strengthened by it, gloating for some reason, a reason Sam was quite unaware of. “But what did you do, Sammy? What did you do after the thing noticed you, stared deep into your soul, and then fled? What did you do once the violence was over, once I asked for your help?”

Sam gulped, trying to remember exactly what he did. He didn’t finish the job, did he? He hoped not. He couldn’t remember doing anything else to ensure his father’s demise. If he did, he would not forget it and instead even celebrate his own actions. “I…”

“YOU DID NOTHING!” It was the ghost’s turn to scream and wail at Sam, who could only close his eyes and quiver at the sudden display of violent outburst. “YOU WATCHED ME DIE, THE BLOOD DRAINING OUT OF MY BODY! YOU JUST STOOD THERE AND DID NOTHING, EVEN AS I BEGGED FOR YOU TO HELP ME!” The ghost wrapped its hand around Sam’s neck, and fueled by its decades-long anger and hatred, then began choking him.

Sam screamed back, but nothing incoherent came out of his mouth, nothing that made sense, that sounded anything else but a scream, as he placed his hands on his ears. Glass shattered all around him, and Sam was pushed back, hard against the door behind him. It was the perfect opportunity to escape, to leave the angered ghost to its own, trapped in that house that held nothing else but darkness and regret and hatred and death. But Sam was not thinking of escaping. Sam was thinking of something else.

“You didn’t deserve my help,” Sam gritted his teeth as he fought back against the pain, the fear, and everything else in between. “You deserved your death—slow, painful, and alone. Did you actually think I’d forget what you did to her? That time truly healed all the wounds you gave me, gave us, burdened this family with? You deserved worse, father.”

The ghost stared at Sam and slowly calmed down. Squinting at his son, the father asked with a much softer voice this time, though he already knew the answer in the back of his ghostly head. “What I did…to whom? Who are you talking about, Sam?”

Sam threw a punch at the ghost, which surprisingly hit him, forcing him down on the ground and on his back. Without even thinking about that, or anything else that was strange about this interaction, Sam quickly mounted his own father, pinning him down on the floor and punching him again. “You know who! You killed her! Pretended it was an accident, then blamed me!”

Sam threw punches after punches at the ghost of his late father who protected himself with his own hands. The only surviving member of his cursed family screamed with each strike, rage too much to hold back now, as tears streamed down the side of his face. Sam remembered everything vividly. He remembered the beatings, he remembered the blood, he remembered the bruises. More importantly, he remembered her.

His sister was the only shining beacon of hope in that house, in their household. Even their mother ignored his screams of pain whenever their father took his anger out on him. It was sister, and his sister alone, who sat with him after every violent visit, helped him heal from his wounds and bruises, and even tried to protect him once, an act of charity that cost her everything. He could still remember her fighting their father for him before she was thrown down the stairs like her life meant nothing. And of course, to the politician who cared more about appearances than the truth, she, they, did mean nothing.

When Sam finally took a moment to stop his assault, wiping the tears that had began to obscure his vision from his face, he slowly realized that his knuckles were bleeding. Underneath him was nothing else but the floor. His father, the ghost of whom, was nowhere to be found. In his loneliness, Sam sat back, pushing himself backwards into a corner, and weeping alone. Then suddenly, from out of nowhere, he heard her humming to him, his sister, who never aged one bit, whose smile beckoned for him to leave with her and move on.

♜♖♜

Downtown, White Crest. December 3, 2022.

With a wild grin on his face, Sam excitedly departed Jackson Manor through its front doors, pulling behind him a single piece of luggage that was at least big enough to bring along a couple of clothes and other necessities for an extended vacation. It had been a while since Sam had left town for things other than business. This time, however, he made sure to see the rest of the world with new eyes, finally free from the shackles and chains of the town and all its political folly. For once in his life, Sam was glad to be rid of White Crest and all that bound him to it. It was, as if, he was reborn.

“Dearest White Crest,” Sam thought to himself as he stood next to the door of his car, taking one final look at his residence. “The end has finally come for you. May you burn in hell, as I did when you betrayed me.” He scoffed and then laughed before putting on a pair of dark-tinted shades over his eyes. Sam then nonchalantly opened the door of his car, slid himself in on the driver’s seat, and after slamming the door closed next to him, drove away listening to a song he wasn’t quite familiar with but quickly enjoyed listening to.

[END]

#wickedswriting #❖《 ⋯ ♖ solo ♜ ⋯ 》❖ #❖《 ⋯ ♖ solo finale ♜ ⋯ 》❖ #❖《 ⋯ ♖ finale ♜ ⋯ 》❖ #❖《 ⋯ ♖ sins of the father ♜ ⋯ 》❖ #parental death tw #❖《 ⋯ ♖ s4. fractures ♜ ⋯ 》❖

[speedypandaweasel]

A Change of Plans - A Yancy and Reader Story

Where we left off:

His smaller companion followed suit, shooting their hand straight up, frantically joining in. You sheepishly waved back before opening the book from you left off.

"Missed me Y/N?"

~ Chapter 6 ~

Plans in Place

That all-too-familiar voice perked up your ears. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.

You looked up to where he was. That same old silhouette clung to the Cafeteria doorframe with as much force as he could muster.

"Mark?"

"Glad I've still got my dashing good looks" he chuckled as he hobbled over to your signature table. Yet his face soon grimaced with each painful step he took. You swore he should've been dead! He literally got punched through a wall. And for what? The man only asked for respect? Not the way you would have but still, it was a start.

The partner in crime sat down cautiously, being careful not to tear any fresh stitches. On a closer inspection, he had gotten a pretty bad beat up from that wall. Daylight should've been met with pampered hair but instead was absorbed by weedy locks that had escaped Mark's grasp and tumbled to his shoulders, creating a frame around his frailer face. Sunken cheeks complimented his paler complexion as his milk chocolate, now a much dark brown thanks to his lack of sleep, eyes bored into yours.

But the worst of it was his physique. His body had taken an even bigger swing. His white prison shirt was now twice the size on him and his shoulder sagged pitifully. For the one in charge of this operation, his battery had dropped a lot because of it.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Medbay?" You spoke.

"Why? Not happy to see me Y/N?" Mark said, propping his hands on the cold table.

"Oh no I am it's just-"

"Oh lighten up, I was only teasing, haha! Yeah, I am, but I asked to get some fresh air. Glad I did as well, you look like you need me." He joked.

You laughed. You never knew how much you missed Mark until he was gone but you were glad you were getting to see him, well whatever was in front of you at least.

Your's and Mark's dynamic was simple. Mark was the mastermind behind the many jobs the both of you had, whilst you were at the tailgate. Just so if anything went wrong, or, more likely being the case, Mark forgot anything, it was up to you to get things back on track.

However, in this particular case, that dynamic did not happen the way you both intended. Yes, it was your fault to ask for help from the Prisoners but you never expected Mark to end up well... like this. The plan was completely out of the window now, you mean, how could you two get out of here now? Surely Mark had the common sense to put the plan on hol-

"So how's our plan coming along?"

"Plan?"

"Yeah the plan dummy," Mark said "to get out here".

Of course.

"Mark you are in no position to go anywhere right now." You protested. "Besides, the sooner you get better, the quicker we can work on it together."

"Yeah I know, but I'm soooo boooorreedd" The brunette groaned, running a hand down his face. "Do you know what they do to me?!"

"They help you. Mark, I worry about you but you might get hurt if you stay out here." You replied, trying to get through to the buffoon's head.

"You're staying with me though silly, so I'll be fine."

You looked out the window to see the others, a couple of your temporary block mates standing out there. You were moved to C Block when Mark got transferred into Medbay for medical examination. Apparently, a thief couldn't be trusted to stay in a single cell.

It was either that or wait in Solitary until your buddy returned. Of course, there was only one answer to choose from.

"What's this you're reading?" Your attention was snatched back to Mark, the patient's finger's flicking through the pages, flipping the book on its back.

"Poetry? Since when do you read Poetry? Since when do you read at all actually?"

When Mark started talking, you couldn't stop him even if you tried. It was how he mostly came up with his defying schemes. And you knew him enough by now to know when this would happen. You knew because his hands decided to conduct along with his speech. It was kind of entertaining to watch but it distracted you a lot from what he was actually conspiring about.

You returned the old book back to the bare shelf. "Since my plan was set in place. I-"

"Your plan? Do you mean our plan? I have so many ideas on how to get out of here! I could definitely use my spoon in some cases..."

"I haven't got any official plans yet as to how to escape but I'm sure you can think of something? I mean you must be keeping something up there in that brain of yours!"

You stared at him. He stared back.

"Haha! Oh come on Y/N, I do appreciate you, you know?"

The conversation was soon interrupted by another voice, this time a much higher one than what you've heard before.

"Mr Eyeplier?" Nurse Nelson peered her head around the corner of the Cafeteria. "It's time for your bandage change."

"Bandage change?"

"Around my waist. Internal bleeding and all that nonsense," Mark said. "Nothing I'm not unfamiliar with myself."

He staggered back to his feet with your help. "I tell you Y/N, as soon as I'm finished, we're out of here."

Lending him your shoulder, you helped him to Nurse Nelson. Her long hair tied gracefully back into a bun, Happy Trail's pristine uniform kept neat and tidy.

"It's Iplier actually." Mark reminded the Medic. His heavy arm snaked around your shoulder. It was going to start leaving bruises because the tension forming around the bottom of your neck was pulling you further and further to the floor. Yet you grinned and bared with it.

"I'll know for next time." Nelson laughed. "Thank you for bringing him over. I swear this man is as troublesome as they come".

Mark's weight shifted from you to her as she adjusted to his dense bones. You rubbed your neck, being able to breathe properly again was nice. All the while Mark's groans, real or fake, you couldn't quite make out, could be heard. Mean, why wouldn't they? Sometimes he could be such a Drama Queen.

"You all good to go?" You asked them, hoping he wouldn't cause as much fuss with her later as he was now. Mark shifted his head off of Nelson's shoulder "No, Y/N come here."

He stretched out his hand and you automatically knew what this meant. It was the silent pact the both of you shared together. You've done it every time before you did any quests: a nice sentiment to you companionship and bravery.

You sighed and took his cold hand in yours, squeezing it tight. and the two of you nodded.

Breaking the shake. The injured's smile returned as he spoke, "See in Medbay soon Y/N."

"Course I will Mark. Thanks Nurse."

"He'll be alright, he's just being a big old baby, that's all." With that, Nelson looked back at you before assisting your criminal companion down the clean hallway towards the Medical Ward.

You waited until they were out of sight before turning back into the Cafeteria.

You swore that man never gave up on that darn plan, even if death was knocking at his door, he would still be asking about it.

In some ways, you admired the dedication but the man didn't stop for anything. Thinking about it, that probably went for all of his projects. But look at all the adventures you had! You became so much more confident with Mark and had so much fun alongside. It was only right the two of you get out of here and back to base with the Box.

Where was that Box to begin with?

Ok, sub-plan to main plan: Find the Box and figure out a way to get out of here.

Whilst being completely unnoticeable. Yep, you could do this.

You were still going to stick to both plans. It was just a matter of juggling the work behind the scenes.

But you've got this. Always have done, always will do.

Tucking your chair underneath you, you stood up and looked at the overlooking window into the courtyard. The afternoon sun turned every Prisoner into gold as the rays hit the Penitentiary just right.

You looked on at the scene. A couple of people were light jogging, others were stuffing things into the wall, sneaky you thought. Yancy on the other hand was sitting down with his little posse, laughing, as usual. You chuckled at his trousers which were back to normal length now and his shirt sleeves were rolled back down. Yet his hair wasn't as gelled back as before so his quiff had sagged slightly forward, giving him a make-do fringe. It looked good on him.

Your eyes soon scanned the outside to in, and your head screwed back on.

You had other plans. Much bigger other plans.

Let's get to work.

AN: ahhh It's so glad to be back on this story! Thanks for sticking with me! If you want to be added to the tag list, shoot me an ask and I'll add you :) M

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[archeologistfalse]

The Nightmare Part 1

Tw: Suicide Ideation, Body Mutation maybe horror? There some religion in there with mention of angels.

False opened her eyes to the desert sky. The sand smooshed itself deep into her body, almost wanting to bury her into it rough yet soft depths. False would have loved that, but she needed to know where she was.

She walked now, her legs seemed to ache, the pain courses through her body that there was no thought no plan forming. She felt like a husk, even with her awareness still intact. Moving along, she saw mirrors with candle unlit surrounded: They show what look almost like a pictures if not for it familiarity of memories. Not hers, but the Copper Queen and all the emperors, happy times. False smiled at their full of life faces, but shifted her eyes anytime she came close to seeing Copper Queen.

Soon she came at the end of this impromptu hallway, sitting there preparing for a tea party was herself Wicka: Wicka look perfect, laughter that now seem to echoes the world. She look what an honorable Keeper would be if not for the purple hyacinth that seem to be in Wicka’s eyes and chest painfully poking out from the angle she could see. False tried to ignore it, but the color dragged her to noticed.

“Hey!” False shouted confused yet happy(fault fault death death why her) She felt extremely nervous, this was who you were before.

The moment Wicka seem to signal hearing that voice, she awkwardly sat down facing backward False way, False walked up now more confused: “Hey me, you know what going on? I can’t remember anything.”

“Am I you?” Wicka simply asked still not turning around

“I don’t know…I know yo- I mean we died, I always questioned that but didn’t think it matters.” False smile fell: “If I not you, then hello for the first time, my condolences for your death. It must have been hard to not have anyone be able to properly buried you.” She said in a more professional tone than with any of the others before, death was a serious matter after all.

“Hello for the first time, only a first time if you don’t remember it.” Wicka said menacingly: “You should never have first time with someone if all you do is hurt them for your own stupid inferior complex.” She now faces False, the flowers now bleeding and the chest now seem to open: “You don’t deserve those mirror, you suppose to dead and forgotten but it haven’t gone through your stupid bone headed SKULL! She screamed, the scream like the Vigil cracks False remember hearing when the day the Dragon was killed.

False didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything. Her mouth felt dry like sand. She felt not just the aches through her body, but lighting that seem to frying her inside alive. Even with all of that, all she could do is smile, it was the widest she ever made with tears spilling out of her face. Now the whole world screamed, so many indistinguishable voices that yet calling out their sadness and anger and pure agony over the loss of Vigil. It was part of their culture, part of their belief, even part of their breath for it was a symbol of losing and honoring life and death. But now not only they were weeping for the Vigil, they scream so definitely so outraged, for murder of the Copper Queen.

Wicka was no longer a girl, no she have eaten copious amounts of the sand. And the sand welcome it, it revel and smile at having a true leader to control it. So it help warp her, warp into something bigger than False, something eldritch yet mesmerizing it hard not to look. The sand made her into an angel of the highest caliber, ready to strike.

“Do you know who you really are?” The Wicka angel asked, bolting to False.

“No.” False dashes away, finding the strength.

Wicka angel stare at her, they both now in a sprint, eyes filled with sorrow and determination and bloodlust wrapped in almost understanding look.

False didn’t want to run, she should have screamed, but yet she wanted to give up to the angel. Yet running is what she always done.

The mirror of the past are now broken, each of the emperors faces now broken by glass, except for Oli who blurred out instead. But the Copper Queen, she is ripped out of every picture almost perfectly, that you wouldn’t even know she was there alongside everyone only a few tears could even tell you she was there. That felt right in False opinion, but she couldn’t think about that long now she was at the edge.

Wicka was there now, expression surprisingly empty now she caught up: “Goodbye False, you pushed them all away.” False should have felt fear, but she felt peaceful. Sure she never got any answers about who she really was, but it was better that way better for her to die under an angel beam.

The floor fell down before False could be blasted, and she fell down. The angel didn’t follow.

#Journal Entry #(first part cuz it getting too long) #(I just dumping all her trauma in here srr if it clunky there a lot) #(But yeah the nightmare after False fainted!)