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jjkclub · 3 years

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idk you yet

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - fluff, soulmate!au

warnings - none

word count - 1.3k words

(based on the song 'idk you yet' by alexander 23)

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!", everyone cheered as you blew out the candles. damn, i'm 18 now; you thought as you looked around the room with a smile on your face.

you were surrounded by everyone you loved and you couldn't have asked for a better birthday. after cutting the cake and spending some time with your friends, you decided it was time to go to bed.

after thanking everyone for coming and celebrating with you, you quickly made your way inside your room to wash up and go to sleep. as you stepped out of the shower, you caught a glimpse of your reflection on the mirror and noticed something different.

you stepped closer, holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as you analyzed the mark inked on the back of your neck.

woah, you thought as you took a better look. it was a very simple and delicate tattoo; a pair of wings under which 1406 was written.

that's a strange one, you thought as you decided not to worry about your soulmate tattoo and went to bed, sleeping peacefully.

jungkook was not able to close his eyes for even a split second. he had gotten his tattoo/mark when he turned 18, which was a few years ago but today his tattoo started to get hotter, burning the soft skin of his neck.

unable to tolerate the pain anymore, jungkook ran into the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack and placed it on the back of his neck, slowly soothing the burning sensation as he walked to namjoon's room.

"hyunggg" he whined out with unshed tears lining his eyes as he entered the room. "jungkookah, it's soo late.." namjoon mumbled out, slowly sitting up on his bed, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up, "what's wrong?"

"my tattoo… why does it hurt?!" he bursted out, still applying the ice to his neck. as he waited for namjoon's answer, his eyes widened as he started assuming the worst. "hyung, what if she's hurt? or if she got into an accident or if she's in the hospital and this is a signal or-"

"yah jungkook, don't worry. i'm sure she is not hurt." namjoon reassured jungkook "your tattoo starts reacting or heating up when your soulmate finally get's their tattoo. it must have been her birthday today."

"wait WHAT?!" jungkook said, as he started panicking. " you mean she is like 4 years younger than me?! hyung, that age gap is insane!" namjoon sighed, rubbing his forehead as he answered, "don't get soo worked up jungkook. some soulmates have a bigger age gap and they get along fine…"

just as jungkook was going to ask another question, he caught namjoon yawning. realizing how late it must be, he decided to cut his visit short. " ah, hyung i'm soo sorry, you should go back to sleep. sorry for disturbing you, sleep well!" "okay, goodnight jungkookah. don't worry too much okay?" namjoon said as jungkook started walking out of the room. "okay hyung, goodnight" "goodnight kook"

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10 April 2020

"alright everyone, class dismissed." hearing your professor's words, you sighed and immediately got up from your seat, making your way home. you had a really bad day today; you got a really low grade on a test you had pulled an all-nighter for, the project you had to submit today went missing and you had a terrible headache.

you took a deep breath and opened your front door, entering your empty apartment as you dropped your bag and dragged yourself in the kitchen to eat something.

as you were cutting up a few vegetables to make dinner, you tried to forget about what a bad day it was by thinking about your soulmate. does he go to my university? how old is he? now seems like a nice time to meet him...

after you finished eating your dinner, you completed your homework and plopped down on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and thinking of only one thing before you fell asleep, wherever you are or whoever you are, soulmate; please find me soon. i need you.

ever since then, you made it a habit to talk to your soulmate every night. you had no idea if he could hear what you said but you still spoke to him. unbeknownst to you, he could hear your voice talking to him which only made his desire to find you increase.

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14 June 2020

"ughhh, what's the time?" you groaned as you woke up from your slumber, stretching as you reached out to turn off your alarm.

"SHIT! I'M GONNA BE SOO LATE!" you yelled out as you got a mini heart attack after checking the time. you quickly got ready, raced downstairs to grab your bag and ran out the door.

as you were rushing to reach your university, you decided to make a short stop at starbucks so that you don't fall asleep during the lecture or starve yourself.

the door bell chimed as you entered and made your way to the counter, ordering your usual as you took a look around the café.

just as you were about to look away, you saw something that caught your eye. it was a tall man wearing an all black outfit with his back facing towards you. what intrigued you the most about him was that he had a familiar tattoo on his neck; it looked exactly like yours.

as soon as you got your order, you grabbed it and slowly made your way over to him. just as you were about to tap his shoulder and draw his attention, he turned around, causing you to slip and drop your drink on the floor as you lost your balance, almost falling down.

seeing what was happening, his eyes widened as he instinctively grabbed your arm to stop you from falling. once you stood properly, you looked down at your drink which was now spilt all over the floor as you felt your cheeks turn red from embarrassment.

"ah, i'm soo sorry about that" you said as you bowed down and stood straight again, holding eye contact with him. you gasped as you saw his face. he was incredibly handsome but as soon as your eyes met his, you felt your tattoo warming up and a cold shiver run down your spine.

as you held the back of your neck to soothe the pain, you noticed that you weren't the only one experiencing it. infront of you, you saw jungkook holding his neck as well, his face contorting as he winced. you heard the bells chime again as your eyes widened with realization of what was happening. you found your soulmate.

shocked, you both stared at each other for a few minutes. "it's.. it's you, you're my soulmate.." he said, his voice shaking from surprise. "yeah… ooh, i should introduce myself… i'm L/N Y/N, and you are?" you said as you bowed again, flashing him a bright smile.

"jeon jungkook, it's really nice to finally meet you. if i may ask, are you free tomorrow..?" he asked shyly as he scratched the back of his neck. you nodded as he beamed at your response, shoving his hand in his pocket and removing a piece of paper, handing it over to you. "call me if you'd like to go out tomorrow… maybe coffee?"

"i'd love that." you smiled, feeling giddy and excited for the next day.

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pazvizslaplasmathrower · 3 years

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father of hopes and dreams- Chapter 15

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Chapter 14: Aerial Ace

Summary: Your young master is gone, just at the birth of your bond, he has left you for many years, leaving you to survive the galaxy alone. After sustaining an injury from a drunken storm trooper, someone faces the decision to either leave or help you in your moment of need.

Chapter Summary: Paz's suspicions begin to take root as he probes further into your past. Hopefully, there is help to be found at the next destination.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: asdfghjkl;' nowww I think I know what I'm doing with this but not really lmao. But fair warning idk how the hell starship controls work. The comments I have received have given me so much motivation and joy! Many thanks <3

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The woman did not wait for Paz Vizsla’s permission and approached his child rather quickly. On one hand there was a swelling pride knowing that someone seemed to care greatly for one of his small clan, but she had clearly, unknown intentions and the young one seemed rather irked by the merchant’s acquaintance. They quite literally hid from them, burrowing under their blankets. The Mandalorian could almost feel their growing anxiety.

“Hey, Kid. There’s no need to be scared.” With one hand, the woman peeled back a blanket. “I just wanna say-KARK!”

Stumbling backwards, she just barely kept herself upright and looking down at the offending hand, it was clearly bleeding. Poking their head up from the hammock, (Y/N) looked properly disgusted, their mouth twisted with displeasure.

“Ugh!” After a few deep breaths they retched. “That tasted awful!”

Still holding her hand, the woman gave a forced smile. “Cute kid, Mandalorian.”

After fully registering what had happened, Paz could see the woman was not too terribly hurt, and his foundling seemed fine, just put off. Begrudgingly, he apologized and urged (Y/N) to do the same. While the woman’s insistence was not appropriate, neither was biting her hand severely enough to draw blood.

“A’dika, please. Give your apology.”

“But she-!”

“(Y/N), I’ll not tell you again.”

The child huffed expressing their sarcastic remorse, and Paz realized w=this was the best that he would get from them given the circumstances.

“I am sorry I startled you, little one.” The woman admitted.

(Y/N)’s ears drooped.

“Just...forgive me for saying so, but I haven’t seen any like you before and I have, well, been around the galaxy a fair bit. But, I’m afraid I’ve come not to chat, but on business.”

Following Paz’s quiet lead she trailed behind him as he walked to the cockpit to gather the credits needed. From the corner of his eye, he could catch her stealing glances back at the foundling who eventually jumped from their spot and into the refresher. As previously determined, he handed the woman a bag of credits, her grip was strong and very determined. Oddly, she seemed uninterested in the money, more distracted as if her mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away.

“Ah,” she smiled, “thank you very much for your business. If you would like I could-”

“No.” Paz squared his shoulders. “Give my thanks and appreciation to your employer. You have already done more than enough for us.”

The woman nodded, fixing a few brown hairs that had gone astray. “If you should need anything else, do not hesitate to reach out. I do believe that you have our contact information?”

“Hm. That I do. If you do not mind, I must start work straight away.”

Paz gestured to the back corridor and deliberately led the human woman from his ship, not giving her another opportunity to speak or look back into the ship. She was nothing to be actively fearful of, the Mandalorian could tell she would do no harm, at least with malicious intentions. But the way her eyes took in the child made him defensive. He wished that the foundling would have just hidden away to begin with. To ensure that the woman went on her way, Paz Vizsla watched her disappear into the crowds milling about, but before turning back into the ship, he could have sworn seeing the blonde man from the day prior.

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After the second time, you had rushed to the fresher, the door could not shut and lock quick enough. Those brown eyes were calculating...judging...yet not threatening. Still, the young woman’s strange nature had been enough to frighten you into hiding. Her presence lingered, even as you could tell she was long gone. Perhaps she had been connected like you and your master were. Though they had spoken of Jedi being near extinct, not many were left alive after the fall of the Republic. So if the woman had been anything like you, then she must have been unaware or willfully ignorant. But then why had her simply being in your vicinity caused such anxiety? Feeling so completely overwhelmed, you let your eyes close, finding sleep would be the best remedy.

Rubbing the sides of your temples, you laid on your stomach your nerves having finally settled. The whirring sounds of mechanics must have been the Mandalorian working on the repairs much needed, the seller must have sold this at a discount for such reasons. As your guardian was occupied and giving you space, you decided to check up on the growth of your...current problem, their hiding place was becoming quite restrictive. Undoing the ties, you let the bag fall to the ground and for a moment all you could do was stare at yourself in front of the mirror, taking in the sight behind you. There they were. A part of your own body, very much there and real. No longer a fleshy, loathsome sight, though still very much small, your wings were a third of their full maturation. Covering the skin and bones were now captivating feathers, quite dark, nearly obsidian, but iridescent if you turned your body a certain way. Though new they already seemed quite resilient in nature, the primaries, secondaries and coverts, not one was less lustrous than the others. Bending your arm awkwardly you reached around to gently brush a few fingers against the plumage, gliding the skin against one that jutted out. Surprisingly, the edge of the feather just barely cut your finger, drawing a thin line of blood. Deciding the edges were best avoided, you tapped the center of one, fascinated at the solid consistency.

The oily sheen that coated your wings felt rather uncomfortable, so you took the liberty of running a quick shower. After drying off the familiar parts of your body, there was the matter of the wings. Those muscles were still in their infancy and had not been used due your keeping them a secret from the galaxy. Flexing the sinewy flesh, water flitted off and with each fluttering, the sensation became that more comfortable. Satisfied with the drying, you picked the backpack from the floor, at once realizing the task before you.

“(Y/N)?” There was a slow tapping on the door. “A’dika, are you alright?”

Silently cursing, you nearly fell over, slippin on the damp floor. “Yeah! I’m good! Just took a nap and then an, uh, shower.”

“Hm… Alright. Well, if I could get some help when you’re finished, after I’ll get your evening meal ready.”

“O-Okay!”

You waited until his footstep faded off before letting yourself take a deep breath. Force, thank the stars, he had not waited for you to come out. Fueled by the anxiety that your secret would be uncovered, you tensed the weak muscles of your wings, bringing them close in together while keeping your arms flexible. Stretching the bag open as far as possible, you barely managed to cover them completely, though the pressure forcing the limbs together was extremely uncomfortable, bordering on painful. Even so, you put on a placid face and left the refresher, following the mechanical noises until you could see Paz in the engine room, fumbling around with a variety of tools.

“Ah, there you are. Hand me the hyper screwdriver if you will.”

You knelt on the ground, looking over a number of devices, none of which you actually knew the names of, but each had names you had bestowed upon them when playing Jedi versus Stormtroopers. From where he was hunched over, Paz looked at you, probably expectantly. At a loss, you pointed to one tool only to have him shake his head. Again and again the process was repeated, your guardian naming each one as you went until you finally had the damned hyper screwdriver in hand, tossing it to the Mandalorian who sighed.

“Have you ever done work on a ship before?”

“Not really?” Shrugging you could feel your stomach clench. “I’m a kid and I’ve also never owned a ship before in my life.”

“And what of your master?” Paz countered.

“They didn’t own one. We just caught rides as they came, y’know?”

It was true, money was never plentiful, and your teacher was not fond of New Republic transportation, so they went out of their way to find only the most leery individuals that were doing their best to avoid the Republic and any ex-Imperials. Those ships had been run by those who were simply satisfied that the starships were running effectively. So there was no mechanical expertise learned on your travels. Yawning, you felt the need to preen, your wings feeling irritated in their confinement. Paz Vizsla seemed to notice this irritability, and immediately you stopped moving.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“What?” Laughing, you tried not to look into his visor. “I’m just hungry.”

He set his tool down, considering you for a moment before putting his things away and moving out of the engine room. Tentatively you followed, sensing that Paz’s apprehension was growing steadily, you knew it was only a matter of time until he would have to pry. Even though you had napped earlier, your body was asking for respite as well as a substantial meal, the delayed but rapid growth was taking its toll. While the Mandalorian went about preparing the foodstuffs, you stayed in the hangar, nearly nodding off without anything to do. It was a shame really, in your life with your teacher and now this life with the Mandalorian, there was a looming sense of uselessness. Of being so utterly disinterested with nothing to do. Perhaps with this Mandalorian the adventures were to come, but with your teacher, anything remotely exciting had been scarce. There was always the crucial necessity of being safe, of being alive, and your master’s anxiety surrounding survival had started to seep into your own mind, keeping you from the world outside each hiding spot the both of you made a temporary home of. Some of that fear still lingered even now, but there was an actual reason to stay hidden, to have parts of you stay hidden. And often when one is hidden, there is not much to keep oneself occupied. It was not as if you had any belongings anymore. Everything was gone the moment your eyes closed on whatever planet you had lost your master on.

“(Y/N). (Y/N?”

Groggy from being lost in thought, you lifted your head, “Huh?”

“Here. I secured more rations, but please try to eat more than the meat.”

Reaching up, you took the tray from Paz Vizsla’s large hands, smiling in thanks for his kindness and efforts. And despite the greens tasting like poison, you made yourself devour them completely. When everything was finished, you made sure to sip the juiced in the bottom of the tray that remained; nothing was to go to waste. Feeling only half full, you tried to find satisfaction in what had been given, but to even dream of more...no.

“Are you feeling alright, young one?”

“Just tired.” Not a lie, but only a fraction of the truth.

Paz Vizsla slowly joined you on the floor crossing his legs like you had. “I can only help if you tell me what the matter is, A’dika.”

“I never said I needed help.”

“You seem more than tired.” The modulated voice cracked for a moment, though not out of emotion.

“It’s nothing, I just need sleep.”

Once you had cleaned up from dinner, he let you rest. Neither of you mentioned the strange woman who brought the parts for the ship. She was to remain unspoken of, for some time. The Mandalorian informed you that he would be taking off to a place his friend the Armorer knew where the both of you could find some help that could potentially aid your memory. Despite feeling the constriction at your back, you were able to drift off, the monotonous sound of the ship lulled you to sleep. There were no real dreams, at least ones that you were accustomed to, just a cacophony of colors surrounding your consciousness, enveloping you in a soft chill. It only seemed like a matter of minutes that you had entered the welcoming realm of unconsciousness when something started to startle your subconscious. It was this muted screech in the back of your mind that slowly started to grow louder, then all at once the full power of an alarm assaulting your sensitive ears. Disoriented and confused you pushed yourself up seeing the world inside of the ship was now bathed in a red light, if that was not distressing enough, the ship would lurch every moment now and then.

In a hurry you fell out of the hammock, your knees properly smacking against the floor. Part of you wanted to take the time to don your armor, but when the ship jerked yet again, you decided against it. Fumbling towards where you had seen Paz Vizsla last, feeling a brief surge of relief at the sight of him in the pilot’s seat, one hand gripped the controls while the other furiously worked a board of buttons and switches. You wanted to call out but words failed, unable to unclench your throat, you rushed to his side.

“DAMN! Kark, (Y/N), get back into the hangar, find someplace safe to hide!” Paz demanded.

Looking over at the ship’s radar system you could see a few other ships were hot on your tail, and when the Mandalorian steered the ship suddenly, you could see that the star ship was under unfriendly fire. It was a miracle you had not been sent flying back into the small corridor, and despite Paz Vizsla’s protests, you climbed into the co-pilot’s seat and tightly strapped yourself in.

“Wh-Who’s trying to kill us?!” You finally managed, as the craft lurched forward again.

The Mandalorian gave what could have either been a misplaced chuckle or perhaps a cough. Often you found yourself wishing he would just take the damn helmet off; without the vocader he would actually sound human.

“New Republic fighters. They’re after the ship, looks like we bought stolen goods, young one.” From further within the craft the pair of you could hear something crackle and then pop violently. “And...And you swear you’ve never done anything technical?!”

“If I did, I’d be helping, yeah?!”

“Here. Take my seat.” He ordered.

Dizzy from the gravity of the present moment you just stared until the Mandalorian took the initiative to unbuckle you from your seat and then placed you where he had once been, moving the seat closer to the controls.

“I don’t know how to fly a kriffing ship!” You cried, not sure where to put your hands, though judging by the radar, you had only a few moments to make a decision.

“Don’t worry, A’dika,” he reassured you with a heavy pat on the back, “it’s just like playing a holo game!”

He gave you no time to argue or protest, darting somewhere within to fix what had potentially ruptured. Quietly, you murmured consolations to yourself, reaching forward to grab the control column, deciding to keep an eye on the screen showing you where the enemies were. When everything rocked to the side, you figured you were certainly not moving swiftly enough. What would your master do? Kark, you master would have avoided this whole debacle in the first place. Hell, the Jedi would certainly have reprimanded you for going off in search of him, the danger far eclipsing the mystery of what had befallen them. But here now, there was no safe choice, and there was another life that had been thrust into your young hands. Even now as your heart pounded, you could feel no semblance of your teacher.

Letting out a rather long string of curses, you abruptly steered the ship from another volley of fire. Sweat beaded and poured down your face, yet there was no time to wipe it away. Your attention was divided amongst the control display, radar and the kriffing space in front. With each second that focus sharpened, and Paz had a point, the main controls for the most part were just like the holo games that you had started to play on his data pad, except there was the very real possibility of dying. A blinking light from the communications panel prompted you to press the button just below without thinking.

“Blue eleven to...Royal Ark, do you copy? You are ordered to stand down! I repeat! Stand down!”

“Ohhhh kark! Paz!?”

He must have still been working desperately on the repairs, too occupied to hear your plea. The fire ceased giving you a bit of respite.

“Royal Ark, identify yourself!”

If it were not for the labels, surely you would have incidentally blown both you and paz into oblivion. And given your master had instructed you somewhat on Galactic Basic, you found the transmission switch.

“Um, Royal Ark to Blue...Blue eleven?”

There was a long pause and even though the New Republic fighters were now only tailing the craft you still had a vice like grip on the control column.

“Are...Are you a child?” The static voice came over incredulously.

Flexing the muscles in your throat you flicked the switch, “No, of course not!”

Glancing down there was a very large lever that you had noticed upon your first time on the ship, its mere size enticing you to move it immediately. Occasionally, you had observed many a pilot manning their transports, and from that you absolutely knew there was a host of buttons to press before pulling on the massive lever, though now with the ship currently damaged, the ruling government breathing down your neck and the overabundance of anxiety fueling your every move, it seemed like a viable option. Tipping the controls forward, you tried to force the ship to go faster.

“Royal Ark! You have been ordered to cease and be escorted to the nearest New Republic base! Identify yourself! Stop!”

Through the communicator you could hear the Republic leader’s comrades growing increasingly agitated. Becoming more irked, you pushed forward, and from far behind you could hear the Mandalorian stumbling about, shouting in a language you could not interpret. All autonomy you possessed seemed to slip away, while a desperate need to escape took hold. All together the grating sounds of the damned alarm, the Republic bastards shouting orders, the rattling of durasteel and the new barrage of fire came together in a most unholy matrimony tearing an unbridled scream from your lungs. And all at once there was a piercing energy that coursed through your body as you forced the large lever forward, forcing your body to shake and then go rigid for what felt like eternity. But nothing ever remains the same as when that moment of shock ended your body jerked forward and your head properly smacked against the console sending you into violent but welcome unconsciousness.

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sundowncryptid · 4 years

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My HTTYD 3 Criticisms

This is gonna be a long one so I’m gonna put my criticisms under a read more

Just wanted to make a post listing all of the HTTYD 3 criticisms I have (this isn’t an attack on people who liked the movie, it’s totally valid if you did, I just want to list some stuff that I didn’t like and stuff that, in my opinion, didn’t work in the movie)

- The Light Fury logically shouldn’t have been able to cloak in the first scene when she’s caged up, she would have needed to fly through a plasma blast and there’s no way she did that whilst caged??

- Snotlout hitting on Valka was just really weird and uncomfortable

- There’s no way Grimmel killed all of the Night Furies, he’s just one man with a bunch of Deathgrippers and a crossbow

- The Deathgrippers are portrayed as an ‘evil’ species of dragon, but the dragons are said to be just wild animals?? How can a wild animal be ‘evil’ and have evil intentions if they’re just wild animals? It’s not their fault that their diet consists of other dragons

- The Deathgrippers are also being controlled, drugged and held captive by Grimmel too, just like the Light Fury, but they don’t also deserve to be rescued too??

- If the Light Fury is so scared of humans why did she decide to pick Hiccup up and yeet him?? Surely she would have tried to avoid being seen and especially being touched by them after being caged and drugged by dragon hunters?? If Toothless had looked like he was in danger I could understand her trying to intervene and get rid of Hiccup but she intentionally came towards him unprovoked

- The Light Fury tried to kill Hiccup twice and Toothless didn’t growl once?? (I know she’s scared and I don’t blame her for lashing out at humans after being drugged and caged but I would’ve expected a stronger reaction from Toothless) But in the third date scene the Light Fury steps on a line in his drawing and that’s when he chooses to growl at her

- it feels like all of the other villains in the movie were just dumbed down to make Grimmel look smart

- Grimmel’s Night Fury info contradicts what the franchise has said or shown about Night Furies previously:

1. He said that Night Furies can’t fly for long periods without rest, yet Toothless has one of the biggest wing surface area to body ratios in the franchise and his wings are soaring wings like an eagles, and so he should be able to fly for maybe 4-6 hours straight without rest

2. He said Night Furies can’t survive cold temperatures but Toothless has been living in Berk for 6 years without an issue, and Berk is supposed to be freezing for most of the year according to Hiccup

- New Berk is only accessible by dragon, so how does New Berk trade with other villages? And sail out to catch fish for food? After all of the dragons are gone??

- Night Furies having the ability to cloak is pointless, they’re nocturnal and camouflaged when flying at night so they don’t need to be able to cloak. Idk maybe it could be a leftover adaption that they retained??

- Hiccup is portrayed as ‘naive’ for thinking that Toothless will come back to him

Toothless and Hiccup don’t have a parent-kid relationship. That would suggest that Toothless wants to get away from Hiccup and be more independent, yet he never showed an interest in flying without Hiccup until the Light Fury came along, and that was only because she wouldn’t let Hiccup get near her. If Toothless never showed signs wanting to leave Hiccup or fly on his own in the past then why is Hiccup naive for thinking that he’ll come back?

- Just a small thing but I would’ve liked to see Valka discovering the Hidden World with Hiccup, it would’ve been a nice to see them bonding over the discovery and it could’ve shown how far their mother-son relationship has come in a year

- The Mushroom Forest in the Hidden World must produce spores, and long exposure to mushroom spores causes lung inflammation so surely the dragons living in the Hidden World wouldn’t be able to breathe properly and would get sick from breathing in spores??

- The Light Furies don’t seem to fit with the Hidden World’s bright, saturated colours, their white, pale scales would stand out against the colourful vegetation growing there

- What if a group of Deathgrippers infiltrated the Hidden World? Wouldn’t the Hidden World dragons be trapped and cornered inside?

- Toothless didn’t consider his flock at all when he disappeared with the Light Fury for a day, shouldn’t he have been with them to help protect them just in case, especially since Grimmel just burned down their previous home and may still be tracking them?

- How can Toothless be the king of the hidden world, a place he only discovered hours ago, and command it? Wouldn’t the dragons there already have an alpha dragon??

- It would’ve been nice to have a moment in the Hidden World where Toothless seems homesick and misses Hiccup, just to know he at least still cares about him and hasn’t forgotten

- When the Light Fury comes back to New Berk and smells Grimmel she flies towards him instead of the opposite way??

- Toothless sacrifices his entire flock (including hatchlings) and lets them be caged up by the dragon hunters to save a girl he only met 3 days ago (not saying he shouldn’t care about the Light Fury but he should probably care a lot more about the well-being of the flock he’s been in charge of and has known for a year)

- The Light Fury is somehow aware enough in her drugged state to be able to fly straight with Grimmel on her back in the final chase scene (same point applies to the Deathgrippers throughout the entire movie now that I think about it)

- The Deathgrippers that were still attached to Grimmel’s airship as it crashed into the water weren’t at least attempted to be rescued and were left to drown

- The Deathgrippers shouldn’t have been able to catch up to two of the fastest dragons species in the franchise in the final chase scene

- Coming to the conclusion of the dragons leaving felt rushed and out of the blue

- The message at the end of this film totally contradicts the other two films; the first movie was based around the fact that dragons aren’t the wild, savage beasts that they are thought to be, but beings capable of human-like intelligence and emotion. HTTYD 3 contradicts this by saying the dragons are just wild animals and they can’t help following and listening to instinct.

HTTYD 2’s end message was even though there are bad people out there, we will still fight for what’s right, even if we have to go up against armies and armadas, we will change the world bit by bit so that people and dragons can live together in peace.

HTTYD 3 scraps that message and instead of fighting for the dragons and changing the world for the better, the dragons are just sent away to hide in a hole in the ocean indefinitely and are just left to hope that someone picks up where Berk left off. They beat the warlords pretty easily, Grimmel is gone and the Light Fury has started coming around to Hiccup so why do the dragons have to go all of a sudden?? New Berk isn’t accessible by bad guys (unless they have control of a dragon) and Berk has an entire flock of dragons on their side controlled by a Night Fury so their island is easily defendable.

They are in one of the best positions to continue rescuing, saving and protecting dragons yet that’s when they choose to give up?? Hiccup didn’t even give up in HTTYD 2 when his dad was killed by Drago but he beats a bunch of warlords and an apparently famed Night Fury hunter and that’s when he gives up?? It doesn’t make sense to me

- Toothless was able to smell the Light Fury from miles away in the exodus scene but wasn’t able to smell Hiccup from the rock he was lying on in that decade time skip and almost attacked him and his family, even though in the first film when Toothless was an actual wild dragon he knew Hiccup wasn’t a threat if he wasn’t holding a weapon

- Kinda bummed that Toothless’ appearance didn’t change between the ages of 21 and 31 in that decade time skip, I expected more nubs (the Light Fury too)

- The Homecoming short just proves that if people and dragons aren’t united anymore things just kind of almost go back to the way they were in HTTYD 1 (making the whole 6 years of human-dragon companionship just kind of pointless), the new generations of Berk will never grow up with dragons alongside them and see with their own eyes that they are more than just wild beasts (and apparently they weren’t being taught about dragons either until they put on the show about them according to the short), and dragons will never grow up alongside humans to see that some are good and want to help them, not trap and kill them.

- How is someone in the future supposed to pick up where Berk left off fighting for the dragons and uniting them when the Hidden World is so hostile towards humans?? No human is able to enter without getting swarmed by dragons

If you made it all the way to the bottom thanks for reading :] and again, I’m not trying to attack anyone who liked the movie, I’m just listing the things I, personally, didn’t like about it and the things that I thought didn’t work.

#httyd 3 criticism #httyd 3 salt #httyd 3 #long post #damn this took so long to compile #duskishrambles

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #383

“the big bully try to stick his finger in my chest / try to tell me, tell me he’s the best / i don’t really give a good goddamn ‘cuz i got my lunchbox & i’m armed real well”

Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? Well yeah. Most of my friends are online, and while I've seen pictures of most at least once or twice, some I still haven't. The last time you threw up, what caused it? It was a side effect of a mood stabilizer I started. Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven’t yet? I'm sure there's something, idk. Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion? Yes. Have you ever had a stalker? No. Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love? It makes me self-conscious way more than anything. I start to obsess over whether or not the person things poorly or weirdly of me for liking what I like. I just feel judged for liking it, but that's my problem. Do you like it when people give you nicknames? I do, actually. It feels kinda affectionate to me. Do you often find yourself checking out people’s butts? Haha I'm not gonna say it's never happened, but it's not something I make a habit out of for sure. What fandoms are you in? MEERKAT MANOR IS BACK BAYBEEEE, Markiplier, Silent Hill, Shadow of the Colossus, World of Warcraft, Spyro, Wings of Fire, and lots more, honestly. I'm into a lot of stuff, and I don't love in moderation, haha. Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left? Yeah, like Supernatural, Good Mythical Morning, or Warriors, but it wasn't out of "I don't like it anymore" or anything, I just drifted away. Anything the fans in your fandoms do that pisses you off? World of Warcraft if particular has one of the most toxic fucking fanbases. There are so many goddamn elitists and people who whine about "boohoo WoW is dying" and "omg this game has been trash since Wrath" and yada yada yada and it's annoying as hell. They always find some shit to complain about. Then Silent Hill... ugh. I think people just hop onto the "the series sux after 1-4" bandwagon to fit in with a certain crowd, but that's not the main thing that annoys me; rather, it's the fact the former main admin of the SH wiki made a fucking joke out of us there. He was clearly having personal issues and made a HUGE and utterly ridiculous deal of Silent Hill 4 having heavy symbolism to the main character being obsessed with the bullshit idea of him being circumcised, and it led to a maaaassive thread of us members trying to talk some damn sense into him as he abused his power. He was finally banned by the Wikia staff, but not in time for some gaming websites to publish "news" stories about it because it was just that ludicrous. Now, YEARS later, we still get trolls coming onto the site to try and revive the drama by inserting absolute rubbish into pages or making new ones. Nowadays I'm the main administrator there, and it's fucking embarrassing sometimes. I'm supposed to keep the wiki under control and respected, you know? Ugh, I'll stop. I could rant for a very long time about this. Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips? Ruffly. Do you write down your own recipes, or just commit them to memory? I don’t cook. What color do you want to dye your hair? My top three are pastel pink, lilac, and a light creamsicle orange. I REALLY want to dye it SOMETHING. :( How do you like your chicken? Of course breaded (like nuggets, tenders) is my favorite, but I also enjoy is broiled and seasoned well. There's other ways, but because I don't cook, I, uh... don't know how a lot are made lmao. Do you enjoy cheese fries? UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH YES. Do you eat refried beans? I absolutely hate beans, so no. What is a food you enjoy, but don’t have very often? A whole lot because a lot of it is from restaurants and we don't eat out all that much. As well, my diet is very narrow just because of how picky I am. Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Why? I mean, what are we comparing them for? I think Audrey is fucking gorgeous, though. Marilyn is also beautiful. Favorite fictional world? Uh, I dunno. Do you use lint rollers often? No. Do you carry pepper spray? No, but I want to. Has your power ever gone out for more than a day? I think so. Other than a dislike button, what’s something you wish Facebook had? Hm, I dunno. What time do your parents normally get home from work? Mom can't work right now, but I think Dad gets off around 5PM. Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? Yep. Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? Both can work, but I definitely prefer to let it find me. I feel that *in general* that usually has better results. Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? No. I'm a very committed person romantically. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? No. Have you ever had a rash from poison ivy? I don't believe so, no. Do you have any chairs in your bedroom? No. Did you watch Elmo as a child? Some, yeah. Do you know anyone who doesn’t eat meat? I don't think so, off the top of my head. When you throw up, do you cry? No, but I'm a whiner and will also shake from fear because I have such a phobia of vomiting. Doing it totally turns me into a baby. Who was the last person to carry you? I couldn't tell you the last person to full-on carry me, but back when I tore a ligament in my foot, my mom kinda had me lifted when she would help me walk. Is it easy for you to accept loss? Absolutely not. I handle it very, very poorly. Have you done anything sneaky lately? No. Have you ever had a rolling back pack? Yes. Who knows you better than anyone else? My mom, probably. Would you ever want to go to Brazil? Sure, if the opportunity came up. Are there any medical conditions that run in your family? A lot, mostly heart problems. What band has the best guitar solos? Metallica imo. Who is the biggest jerk you've ever met? She was somehow my former best friend. Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal? I've never been in that situation, thankfully. What's a charity you would never donate to? I'm really not familiar enough with charities and their practices to know which ones are sketch or not. Have you ever grown your own herbs? No. Do you have any exes you'd consider dating again? Yes. What were some of your favorite classes you took in high school? Art and German. Mythology was fun, too. Do you know anyone with a profession in law? Yeah, I have a cousin that's a lawyer. Have you ever Googled yourself? Yeah, outta curiosity. What's the shortest amount of time you've had between relationships? Like, two days. Part of the reason I left Girt was because I liked Sara. As a child, what comfort foods did your parents make for you when you were sick with a cold or flu? Chicken noodle soup. What's a movie series where the sequel was better than the original? Ha, for some reason Inspector Gadget came to mind. I guess from mentioning my childhood. I was FUCKING OBSESSED with that movie as a kid. The first one's fine, but I love the second one. Does your car have heated seats? Mom's doesn't. What is the strangest pizza topping you've ever eaten? Nothing strange, really. Describe your hometown. What’s it like there? Small and dangerous. Lots of run-down areas. A gang nearly broke into our house once, if that helps you get the picture. What was the last video game you beat? I replayed Silent Hill 2 forever ago. What did you learn from your last failed relationship? It really just taught me that you need to take care of your own mental health before you can effectively handle another's properly and strike a healthy balance. What country does your favorite band hail from? Britain. What’s something on your to-do list that never actually gets done? Finish decorating my room. -_- Have you ever been really passionate about something but then lost interest? If so, what was it? Good Mythical Morning, I suppose. I used to be OB-SESSED. I still adore Rhett and Link as people, they are fucking wonderful human beings and excellent entertainers, I just drifted away from their content. I don't really know why. Do you sleep with the TV or the radio on? No. What’s the worst thing about being male/female (whichever you are)? Menstrual cycles, I'd say. It affects your mood so much, and as someone who's bipolar, it can be very confusing. I like to know why I'm feeling a certain way. What movie has the best special effects? /shrug How many work hours per week is too much for you? I wouldn't know, I've never really worked long enough to figure this out. Can you remember your first day of school? I think I have the faintest memory of it. I know I was very scared to leave my mom (I had absolutely awful separation anxiety from her) and I MIGHT have cried, but I don't really recall with certainty. Have you ever entered a modelling competition? Would you? No thanks. Did you keep any drawings/stories from when you were younger? Most, no, because the level of cringe is LITERALLY unbearable for me. Do you have a safe? Mom does somewhere. What’s the scariest thing to happen to you so far? The breakup. That night was just fucking terrifying. I was so certain my life was over, like the situation was so, so impossible in my head. What was your last dream about? (or your daydream if you don’t remember) My memory's faint, but I just remember I had a nightmare where a LOT of my bones were totally snapped in half. When was the last time you saw a relative? Excluding my immediate family, I last saw my now-departed grandmother and my uncle a while back at a hotel as they were passing through. Have you ever been in a TV audience? No. Are you in any way close to reaching a personal goal? Not really... Do you prefer crosswords or word searches? Word searches. Do you like making collages? Not really. Do you remember any inside jokes from childhood? No. What would you love to learn to do? Digital art, like drawing on a tablet. Do you prefer monkeys or lemurs? Lemurs. Do you watch movies based on the actors or the movie plot? The plot, 100%. Are you more shy in real life or on the internet? I am WAY more shy irl.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''lunchbox'' by marilyn manson

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thewheezingbubbledragon · 4 years

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It Is Done

After a week and a half of working, designing, and occasionally shrieking bc y'all are amazing, I have completed the DC OCs aka us but like we fight bad guys instead of colds.

As always, click for better resolution and ask me in my DMs or in my asks if you can use the art before taking it. ALSOALSOALSO everyone I drew will get the transparent image file of their character!

INTRODUCING THE MAGNIFICENT MARVELOUS MINOR SUGAR RUSHES

INTRODUCING OUR MAIN CAST:

@theatreandcomicfreak aka The Hawklett (or Nightengale to the public) (maybe leader? Idk who would be in charge.)

And the alt. name:

This one was incredibly fun to work on and my favorite part was the chest plate / ragged detailing oj the cape/gloves. I dont know why the color scheme works but it does so imma just walk away and pretend I knew what I was doing.

NEXT UP:

@weird-pale-blonde-person aka Alacrity!

Hands down one of my favorite designs/poses of the whole lot. Probably because @weird-pale-blonde-person designed the suit herself (everyone go follow her shes amazing and I would die for her) and put hours of her life researching the backgrounds, powers, and names of every speedster character in the DCEU to make Alacrity a unique figure! Seriously girl youre insane and I love you

NEXT WE HAVE...:

@evil-elf16 aka Enyo!

One of the most difficult poses to sketch out. I spent like an hour trying different poses and styles to get it to work properly and OH BOY AM I HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT!!! Thank you a million times over for liking the Red Hood design it just sparked my creativity. This was one of the quickest outfit sketches I did aside from Alacrity's bc something just clicked when you said that. God himself was like '+25 to your next inspiration roll' and I just about died.

NEXT UP IS:

@myblacknightworld aka Cain!!

This pose took me the longest to finalize. I went through so many variations and eventually settled on one that was close enough to my original sketch to be frustrating but different enough to be good. Also handsdown one of my favorite outfits that I made. ALSO YOURE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ON THIS SITE I WOJLD DIE FOR YOU. Also, also, I realized it looked oddly like Hawkeye's outift and I cried inside but like.... I still love it okay?

YET ANOTHER ONE WHOOP:

@rogueinkglitch aka Crow Ranger!!

I hated the colors for the first hour of its existence, tweaked one (1) and was suddenly fine. This is what I signed up for when I decided to become an artist, isnt it? This one was SO FUN TO SKETCH bc the wings had SO MANY POSSIBILITIES to make the whole drawing seem more flowy!! I would never have thought up this design for a superhero alone and I love it to bits. (Also your face took so long to draw bc it had to be R I G HT DANGIT I REFUSE TO GET YOUR FACE WRONG YOU'RE TOO HANDSOME AIIGHT?!?!?) Also youre the ONLY boy here. It's amazing. Also one of the taller people?!??!

AND FINALLY:

C'est moi. @thewheezingbubbledragon aka Lady Ataraxia (Or Orchid to the public)

This one... Look I dont draw me often. This was a Struggle(tm) and 90% of this was on ghe fly BUT i finally got it done and i like this version MUCH better than the last one!! How much of a Struggle? I spent 2 hours working out a 3 color pallette and altered 2 of them, added 4 more, and didnt use one at all. I'm the tallest one here. It's amazing and hysterical. I'm almost 5'9" and not a single one of you is over 5'5". It's glorious.

(And hey if any of y'all are interested: I have an Instagram where I'll be posting these (with everybody's permission) as well as a million open commission slots! My instagram is @ commissionimpossible and I'll be opening a commissions tumblr in a few days, hence the @ signature in all the pictures. So yeah, if you like this and want to commission me: send me a DM and we can negotiate on prices, tiers etc! Or e-mail me at [email protected]!!)

All in all one of the greatest projects i have EVER worked on and i met a bunch of beautiful, amazing, caring people. I would willingly die for all of them.

Here's a link to the original post that imspired it!! (I highly reccommend skimming through the notes if youre on a dryspell for inspiration. These people are hilarious, imaginative, and a pure blessing.)

Sorry if I didnt draw your character, I was kinda busy and I only had time for 5 (technically 6 since i didn't count myself bc I am veddy schtupid) but maybe at some point in the future i can do more? In any case THANK EVERYONE WHO LET ME DRAW THEIR CHARACTERS SO MUCH THIS WAS AN AMAZING EXERCISE IN DIFFERENT BODYTYPES, HAIRSTYLES, FACES, AND CHARACTER DESIGN!!!!!!!!!

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hungline · 4 years

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I saw ur post abt taking prompts. Idk if you can do this but on @hybridfanfictions blog their most popular post was about a bee hybrid fic one and I though it was rlly cool....

honeycomb for a heart

pairing: yoonminjoonseok

genre: fluff, light angst, hybrid au, rated pg13

warnings: trans male character, mentioned misgendering and transphobia

a/n: hi anon! so i saw the queen bee prompt by @hybridfanfiction and instantly fell in love with it. sorry this took so long to do, but i hope you like it regardless! title is taken from rupi kaur’s “the sun and her flowers” btw!

words: 1402

summary: Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

+ tag list: @jooneos @kirtikagarg @disrespectfulkookies @roseyjongdae @reeneryu @joonsvalentine @smoochkook ✨

Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

Technically (legally, he means), he is a Queen Bee in name only. It didn’t matter if he petitioned to be listed as a King Bee instead, in the government’s eyes, Yoongi is and always will be Min Yoonji.

He doesn’t let that get to him though. Yoonji was a fine name and he liked it and all the special attention he garnered at first, but then his Queen Bee died. After that, he began wearing his late father’s clothes and went exclusively as Yoongi.

Bee hybrids aren’t rare, but they are uncommon. The only bee hybrids Yoongi has ever met were his mom and his uncle who soon passed after their Queen did. Knowing this, Yoongi was certain of the fact that even if he did meet another bee hybrid, they wouldn’t want to build a hive with him. Bees need their Queens. For bees, females are the ones with all the power while men are simply meant to worship and follow their stead.

Some days, that knowledge alone makes Yoongi want to crawl right out of his skin because he knows that his assigned gender at birth isn’t what he actually is, but it will be the reason he never gets to experience love and the special bond of a hive. Other days, it’s a burden he is able to carry without strain. And on every other day, Yoongi focuses on his garden, on the hives he keeps to produce honey with regular bees and the nursery business he inherited from his uncle.

He has decided to expand recently though, deadset on opening up a honey themed cafe he hopes will have more humans interested in bees. Maybe there will be a surge of requests for more bee hybrids to be made or maybe some will even walk right into his cafe and instantly want him to be their King. He’s heard of the stories on the internet after all. How all it takes for bees is one look to know who their true Queen is. It isn’t that far-fetched of an idea for him and a bee to exchange glances before the bee gives their loyalty to him.

(A bee could dream anyway.)

As a result, Yoongi had contacted an accountant that Seokjin, a panther hybrid he went to school with, highly recommended to him. His business card introduced him as Jung Hoseok, the sunnier half of the MonoHope partners and Yoongi hadn’t even bothered to do further research on him before reaching out. They had exchanged emails for the better part of the week and today was when Hoseok, along with his partner, would finally meet with Yoongi in person to hash out the main aspect of Yoongi’s desired business plan and expected profit. Yoongi was sitting at the table in his favorite nursery, checking the ledgers and running through the numbers once more while waiting for the two to arrive, pen tapping lightly against his lips.

Yoongi became so engrossed in his task that he was distracted enough to miss the texts Hoseok had sent him and regretted that as soon as the door creaks open and Yoongi shoots up out of his chair, eyes flickering towards the three figures suddenly entering the nursery.

It takes Yoongi a moment to realize that the men in front of him are bee hybrids who are incredibly attractive. Their antennae are long and the wings are thick, the fuzz on their heads closer to gold than yellow. Instincts that he hasn’t felt in a long time begin to build within him, running through his veins and make his heart pump with anticipation. His own wings start to flutter, antennae twitching as a mantra of hive, hive, hive starts up in his head.

He is able to ignore those instincts though when Yoongi realizes that more than a few minutes have passed with no one speaking a word. The three men standing before him just won’t stop staring at him and he’s beginning to feel nervous and self-conscious about himself when the tallest of the three drops his suitcase and bows down to him.

“My King,” he says, his voice rough.

Yoongi doesn’t even have the time to react before the other two men follow suit, bowing and murmuring a quiet, “My King.”

They stand back up slowly, eyes roaming all over him and before where Yoongi felt anxious under their gazes, he feels nothing but warmth now. They know that he is a Queen Bee, but they called him King anyway. No one except Seokjin has ever acknowledged that without being prompted. And yet, these three perfect strangers felt what only a bee could and paired it with what they saw before they gave their fealty to Yoongi properly.

Yoongi steps forward, steeling himself. He has a hive now, these three are his hive and he isn’t about to let them go.

“What are your names?” he croaks, wincing at the sound of his own voice.

The tallest smiles at him though, bowing again before he says, “Kim Namjoon, at your service, my King.”

Yoongi wants to tell him not to bow, to treat him like he would anybody else, but those instincts he ignored earlier are back at full force and will not allow that.

“Jung Hoseok, at your service, my King,” the man beside Namjoon introduces himself, smiling after he has straightened from his bow. “We exchanged emails, but it’s very nice to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”

Again, Yoongi wants to speak up and tell Hoseok that he need not bother with the official titles, but his instincts fight him and Yoongi decides to give in because he knows a losing battle when he sees one. He focuses on the last man to introduce himself instead, head tilted to the side in confusion. He’s pretty sure Hoseok didn’t mention bringing someone other than Namjoon with him for their appointment.

“And who might you be?” Yoongi asks, patting himself on the back for keeping his voice gentle when the short man startles slightly and flushes under his gaze.

“Park Jimin, at your service, my King,” Jimin replies, hesitant and obviously nervous, but his voice is steady and Yoongi finds himself smiling over the fact that he didn’t bow like the other two. “Hobi-hyung invited me along because he wanted a banker’s perspective on your plan. I hope that isn’t a problem.”

“I see,” Yoongi says with a nod. “It’s not a problem at all. Thank you for coming.”

Yoongi bites his lip, hands twisting together in front of him as he looks over these three men who know nothing about him but are now his anyway. “Are you certain this is what you want? All of you?”

“Of course,” Hoseok answers immediately. “You are our King.”

“But wouldn’t you prefer a Queen?” Yoongi cannot help but ask, wondering why he is questioning this so much. “You must know that I’m not… that. I will never be a Queen.”

Namjoon steps forward then and holds his arms out hesitantly. Yoongi stares at his hands for a moment before he takes them in his own, drawing closer. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi can see Hoseok and Jimin approaching as well but keeps his primary focus on Namjoon in front of him.

“We’ve gone our whole lives without a Queen,” Namjoon says this so matter of factly that Yoongi can only blink up at him in surprise and a bit of awe if he is going to be truthful. A worker bee growing up without a Queen? That’s traumatic, to say the least. “Now we have found a King and we do not intend to let you go, Your Majesty. Don’t you want to start a hive with us?”

And damn it, when Namjoon looks at him like that with his eyes huge and imploring, how is Yoongi even meant to say no?

So Yoongi nods and tilts his head up, accepting the chaste kiss Namjoon presses to his mouth before striding towards Hoseok and doing the same. Jimin surprises him by stepping forward when Yoongi has pulled away from Hoseok, sweeping him into his arms and giving him the filthiest kiss Yoongi has ever received in his life. It leaves him reeling, his wings fluttering and face warm as they separate.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

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thatonebipotato · 5 years

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Discarded Memories- 6

Story Warnings: Angst, memory loss, yelling, Deceit, manipulation in a way, Remus, uhhh I’ll add more when I think of them

Chapter Warnings: Deceit, mention of animal death, pain(burn) mention, lack of sleep, it gets a little angsty but it ends in fluff I promise, let me know of anymore!

Also Logan finally gets sleep wOOOO!!

~~~~~

Logan sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was working, yet again. He was finding it harder and harder to filter through intrusive thoughts, because since Deceit could no longer do his job properly, he had to also filter through memories and ideas, as well as plan ahead of time for simple lies that could possibly be needed. And, since Thomas was currently out, make a few up on the spot. He let his head fall onto his desk, letting out a loud groan before picking it up again and continuing.

He was exhausted, and extra work helped nothing. He rubbed his eyes again, trying his best to hide the dark circles under his eyes. He has just been able to do it earlier, before he came into his room, just enough to look fine. He was so tired he couldn’t even change his appearance, one of the easiest things any of them could do.

He yawned for the fifth time in two minutes, glancing over at his bed. It was so tempting, but he had work to do. Yet, knowing they would eventually drag him out and see his lack of sleep clear as anything, well, it was at least enough for him to move away from his desk and settle into his bean bag chair with a nice book.

He got maybe halfway through the first chapter before his eyelids backstabbed him, closing all too fast for his taste. He slept, with a book and his hand resting on his chest, skewed glasses, and soft snoring. He twitched every now and then before he forced himself up again, ashamed he had fallen asleep.

Sure, it had only been ten minutes, but that was ten minutes of work lost to time. Cursing himself quietly, Logan attempted to stand again, giving up when he both felt and heard how his back cracked.

He pushed his glasses back up his nose and allowed himself to sink into the depth of the soft bean bag. He was still exhausted, but didn’t want to go back to sleep. He also couldn’t shake the hunger. He hadn’t eaten much breakfast, and lunch had already passed. Another day wasted in his room by work. He was curious, he wanted to do things, test things, but he just couldn’t.

He was relieved when he finally heard that knock on his door. He shakily stood, gathering the energy to have a normal appearance as he opened the door.

“Hello, Virgil, how may I assist you?” he asked, forcing down another yawn.

“Just wanted to ask if you would be joining us for that movie marathon,” Virgil said casually, looking Logan up and down, as if he knew. “We’re gonna be doing that in, like, an hour, after dinner.”

Logan nodded his head. “I would probably be forcibly removed sometime after you four started anyways, so of course.”

He let the illusion drop the second Virgil walked off, letting out a sigh of relief. An hour. He would have enough time to take a nap, resume work, and then join them. He pulled his papers and computer onto his bed, laying on his stomach and continuing, not forcing himself up. If he was having any sleep, he would do it while working.

He filed through the documents, pushing the ones that were newly forming off to the side, and typed away. He was drawing multiple blanks on information as he continued. He felt his head drift into the itchy sheets, letting himself collapse on his bed and drift into slumber. A few more minutes passed before his body registered he wouldn’t immediately wake up again, and began to form dreams.

Now, dear reader, I am going to break the fourth wall to explain some things. While I should be reading now, I prefer to write, so I will have to make this explanation short and simple. Logan has a fun thing about his dreams. He will go to a safe spot that he’s created. Sort of like BBC’s Sherlock, how Sherlock has a mind palace. He will… appear in a sort of lightbulb dome thing. Whenever he wants to leave, a small opening with appear in the glass, and he can crawl out into an endless world where all his pent up emotions and thoughts can be released. Would canon Logan do this? Probably not. But I mead, idk. This is my story I can do what I want in here, thank you very much. Ok fourth wall break over~ :)

Logan laid down at the bottom of his dome. His spot. His safe place. He watched as his thoughts formed into ideas on the outside, and if he disliked them they morphed into his preference.

The garden left, replaced with a library. The books in the library disappeared, turning into plants and small, strange, caged creatures. The lights changed colour many times before settling on a simple white glow. The table morphed, turning into the silliest designs that were not at all practical. Cups of coffee arranged themselves neatly on the table, before they changed into a hot chocolate, with whipped cream and marshmallows, even with a pumpkin spice powder, which turned into chocolate powder at the sour glance Logan gave it. No, he did not like pumpkin spice and hot chocolate together. He sighed, sitting down on the wooden chair that changed under his rear end into a soft shark chair. He prefered that. It was squishy and comfortable, like his bean bag, shaped like a typical chair, and with a shark design printed onto it. How could he not?

One of the small critters open the cage and leaped from the shelf onto the table beside him. It had the basic shape of a small monkey, but it’s fur was black, it’s eyes were shining gold, and it had four arms instead of two. It pushed one of the mugs towards Logan, who drank from it, ignoring how the steam clouded his glasses. The monkey let out a chirp, leaping onto the shelves again to release a small bird. The bird looked dull and grey from the outside, with some browns mixed in, black eyes, and a long, pointed beak. But it waddled out, and spread it wings, revealing an array of reds and oranges and pinks and blues.

It flew towards the top of the library, with the monkey giving loud shrieks and cheers for the bird as Logan simply glanced up, unbothered and unfazed by its beauty. This was his favorite place to think of. The bird and monkey held a special place in his heart. The other creatures did, too, but the two were his personal favorites. He set the mug down, wiped his lip, and stood up as the monkey clung onto his arm and the bird landed on his shoulder. He began to walk towards a separate door, one off to the side of the library, hidden by the shelves. The other animals started to shriek, a loud cry to be let out. But no, not today. He reached for the handle of the door as the cries grew pained. The second he walked out of that door, they would all die. All the plants and animals, they would turn into nothing but dust. Yet, when he would eventually return, they would be alive again. That’s what happened to them all, even the two he was currently carrying, they would all meet that fate anyways, when he would have to leave. He wished he could bring them with him, but for obvious reasons, such as them not being real and also because of how many there were, he couldn’t. He didn’t like it, not at all, but it’s just what happened.

The door opened and the cries dimmed away as he walked through and into another garden, not like the one that had turned into the library. No, this one was more special. There were small trees growing everywhere, with silver leaves and ruby trunks. Small flowers blossomed upon his arrival, revealing lightning bugs that glowed like fairy lights of all different colours. A breeze drifted by, swaying the teal grass that, from experience, tasted like sour candy. Bushes of small, indigo berries grew beside the trees, lining a path made of mixed gems that let to a gigantic tree. It was a baobab tree, thick and tall. It’s trunk was ivory and it’s leaves were a bright emerald green colour, and even though there was a large room carched through the center, it still lived on beautifully.

Logan followed to path to the side of the large tree. When he made it to a certain point, he stepped off the path and into the shrubbery, crouching into a carved hole near the bottom of the trunk. Inside were floating lanterns, and carved shelves lined with books and framed pictures and half eaten snacks. There was an opening at the top, where then canopy let filtered sunlight fall onto a pillow. He settled himself in the pillow, letting the monkey and the bird roam the place they had made together, many, many years ago.

Though he could never think of absolutely any of these things on his own, he was glad Roman could have. They had all made ideas together to make a room filled with a grand world. It was back when they were still King, when Logan wasn’t yet Logic, when Morality was nothing but Kindness. He made this space, and the separate variations, out of old ideas they had scrapped. Anything that wasn’t a kingdom was scrapped. Peaceful creatures, scrapped. Flavours, foods, animals, stories, all scrapped, all kept by Logan. He would never admit it, but those were his favourite times. When he didn’t feel the need to be serious, when dark and light sides were teams they made for games and nothing more, holding no meaning, when there weren’t any fights. It was so much simpler then. He missed it.

He heard a knock. It was loud, echoey, meaning it came from the real world. His time to dwell on the past was up. He shouldn’t have even done it in the first place. It was stupid of him to think he even wanted it. No, no he didn’t. He clearly didn’t.

When his eyes opened in the real world, they were wet. Why had he been crying? There was nothing to be sad about. Besides, he doesn’t get sad. He doesn’t feel.

He pushed himself upright, wiping his eyes and fixing his glasses. He held up an illusion to hide the bags that still remained under his eyes. He adjusted his tie and pulled down his wrinkled shirts, opening the door.

“Ah, Virgil, is it time already?” he asked, sounding completely unamused.

“Yep.” Virgil gave a small smile to him before his expression changed. “Actually, the time passed. We’re still watching movies, of course, but I… did come in earlier. You were asleep and I didn’t want to bother you, but you looked really tired. Are you ok?” Virgil’s voice was drenched in concern, his eyes filled with a deep worry, so deep, in fact, the ocean would be jealous.

“Of course,” Logan said, trying to stay calm. “Why wouldn’t I be? Not getting enough sleep would be illogical, and it is important. That is, if that’s what you were meaning.”

Virgil stared at him blankly, with an unreadable expression. He said nothing as he turned and started walking to the living room, Logan following close behind him.

Currently, they were halfway through Fantasia. Devon was curled up and the end of the couch, hugging a small pillow and staring intently at the T.V. Roman was beside him, sitting with his legs crossed, his head resting in one of his hands, also staring intently at the screen. Patton was at the other end of the couch, in his cat onesie and sitting with his legs up to his chest. Upon seeing Virgil, he smiled brightly, making grabby hands at him.

Virgil smirked, walking behind the couch to meet Patton, settling between the others legs as he clung on tightly. Logan walked over, nudging Devon to move over a little. He looked up at Logan before he sat up, sitting upright and still hugging the pillow. When Logam sat down, Devon laid across his lap contently.

He sighed, upset he couldn’t sneak back into his room if Devon didn’t move(which was likely). He started absentmindedly running his hands through the other’s curly hair. It was soft, and had no knots. It felt nice, and his scalp was warm. Devon started backing into Logan, enjoying the feeling. He softly let out some noises that sounded close to a purr. Logan knew he would likely regret this, but he didn’t stop.

The others looked over occasionally, but made no comments. By the time Cinderella was over, Logan had a sleeping snake in his lap. He felt tired himself, cursing himself mentally. Devon was warm, much like a blanket, and his breathing was rhythmic and very calming. There was pain in his legs, sharp and burning. But before he could react to the feeling of it seering into his thigh, his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, he was back in his bubble again.

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inkerii · 5 years

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A HTTYD 3 AU

@hiccup-is-left-handed did a thing (which I cannot link because mobile) and I really don’t wanna hijack their post but credit where credit is due ok? Ok.

This got way out of hand, I apologize for the long post… Idk how to put it under a read more on mobile, heh <3

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So. The Hidden World AU where Toothless and the Light Fury are friends/“just like me” sort of situation + Hiccup is the one captured:

• That add on where the beginning was dark and grimy, yes. • The Grimmel scene happens between him and a fallen drago. Drago desperately needs a new Alpha to control his dragon army, so he enlists Grimmel. • The Light Fury in the cage is not in fact our LF girl, but a young male, about Toothless’ age in HTTYD 1 • Grimmel’s comment about him is around the line of “Furies are social creatures”, so through that line we learn that Toothless would in fact crave a “pack” (I keep calling a group of furies a pack bear with me), except he doesn’t really know that yet.

• Toothless meeting this equivalent of yearling male would go the same way except the dynamic would be (as hiccup-is-left-handed mentioned) similar to spiderverse’s “you’re like me”– a connection but not a romantic one

• Grimmel would still attack Hiccup’s home, but his deathgrippers actually torch down a good deal of the village • Because of the grimy beginning we see this is just another attack and Berk’s people have been suffering (injuries, slings and stuff in the great hall scene) • a bigger deal is made out of them leaving, there’s probably a scene where Hiccup is sitting next to his father’s statue after the meeting and talking to it, asking for advice • Astrid comforts Hiccup there– you’d have time for this since we’d cut most of the Hesitant To Get Married subplot, it’s in fact treated as something to happen someday in the future but both agree with the current situation it’s best to postpone it • or maybe Valka, since because we’re removing the marriage subplot, she could still get One Good Scene with Hiccup. It would still be a little stiff between them, since she’s still relatively new at this mom thing, but they both try. It’s up to you. Either way, Hiccup is convinced they must leave now. • Personally, because I’m a nerd, I’d make the beginning of the scene about Hiccup telling one of them (Valka or Astrid, your call), about how when he were little he always wanted the glory, and to be a Hero to his tribe… But he has so many difficult choices to make and it’s hard. And Valka/Astrid comments that yes, indeed, some people win glory “easily”, how Hiccup would have gotten had he killed that Night Fury, others… Well, others like him need to become Heroes the Hard Way <3 • Probably a scene of the Berkians sadly looking back to their old island and and then forward to their new future

• The yearling doesn’t go back for Toothless, but (in Nova Berk) Toothless does pick up his scent and follows him to that beachy area Toothless tries to woo the LF in the actual movie • There we find out the yearling male has a sibling, a sister, and THAT would be our girl. He calls out to the mountains and she appears and makes a huge fuss about him being back (which gives them both some nice personalities as well as showing their devotion to each other)

• Toothless is in fact attracted to her, but it’s a very minor thing in the grand scheme of him meeting others like him • Toothless tries to join them, and like in the movie Hiccup tries to coach him through befriending these dragons which are so like him • LF girl still gets offended, Toothless still falls down from the tree. yearling LF is very amused at this but also very curious about the branch, so he picks it up and starts playing with it in a rather catlike fashion • Toothless decides to show them how HE plays with the branch, so he picks it up and starts drawing • It’s no big fancy drawing, just his usual scribbles, but both siblings are very intrigued and impressed by it • Toothless still growls at the LF when she tries to step on it, and she growls back (they do NOT get started on the best terms despite Toothless’ original attraction– it could even be read as him just being curious about the fact that she’s a female), but the young male does get it, so he hops around the lines like Hiccup did, grabs the stick and flies away • Following her brother’s example, the LF tries to get to Toothless by hopping around the scribbly lines • We’d get a similar scene to Hiccup hitting his back on toothless and looking up at him, except the LF just gazes at him and Toothless smiles a little at her • She in turn tried to copy his facial expression and smiles as well, and it’s -then- that they click • The siblings still find Hiccup, but Toothless stands between them and his friend so they just choose to leave instead • Toothless still falls on the water trying to follow them but he doesn’t glare at his lack of tail, just looks longingly up at them

• Hiccup does NOT make a new tailfin right away for Toothless. Instead, we get a very “See You Tomorrow” montage, except it’s with Toothless going between the dragons and Hiccup, and each time he learns something new about himself • You could also show Hiccup looking a bit down/feeling left off during this montage, but trying to be happy for Toothless • Eventually, Hiccup decides to make the new tailfin. The scene would go basically the same way except there’s a bigger moment for Toothless not wanting to leave Hiccup, he smells the old saddle and Hiccup comforts him, saying it’s okay. He would have explained to astrid the reason why he made the new tail is not cause Toothless “never had a reason to leave”, it’s just cause Toothless is discovering a new side of him and Hiccup wants him to be happy

• the “third date” scene would be mostly be a platonic scene between the three furies, where Toothless learns to harness lightning • The difference would be the young male gets separated from them for a bit, chasing after some bird or something (he’s young and excitable, also a personality point for him) • You’d then get a smaller version of a romantic scene, but you can clearly see that after that wrong first impression the LF and Toothless do seem to like each other. Still would get the scene of them flying up into the moon and Toothless kissing her, and the “wing holding”. That was cute, and I like that scene, but the romance would still be comparatively secondary • The young male would interrupt the “hand holding”, and that’s where they’d find the hidden world. Male goes in excitedly and toothless hesitates but LF cheerfully drags him down after her brother

• The Hiccup side of it remains the same. They go after Grimmel, there’s an emphasis on all the anti-dragon humans banding together to take down berk. • Grimmel’s villain speech gets a flashback in which we get a scene more akin to the one of the first Dragons movie, there’s a slight discrepancy compared to Grimmel’s words. In the flashback, Grimmel -hesitates- before killing a wounded, sleeping night fury (it could even be faking its sleep, kinda like how Toothless just closed his eyes and waited for death, but that might be too much for a kid’s movie), but eventually does kill it • All the riders make it out of Grimmel’s trap.

• Hiccup and Astrid still go after Toothless • the Hidden World scene is expanded upon. We actually get two things that Hiccup sees: one (and this is optional but a personal headcanon of mine) being the LF siblings introducing Toothless to small, wary, scarred group of night furies (complete with Hiccup’s awe at finding more of them but also his realization that HUMANS did that to those dragons, they’re scarred and crippled because of them) • The other would be that Toothless doesn’t have the time to meet them properly, he gets distracted by squabble between two groups of wild dragons over food. Toothless instinctively uses his alpha command to take one of the groups to another feeding location, avoiding a fight. • The dragons recognize Toothless as a benevolent Alpha, and bow to him. It’s then that Astrid says that “now that’s a king” line.

• Hiccup chooses to leave Toothless there (the shock and pain of the Night Fury survivors being a factor of Hiccup deciding Toothless is better off without him, and besides, we’ve been building up on that “Toothless prefers his new friends over me” issue Hiccup is dealing with) • The whole rumblehorn thing happens and Toothless still brings Hiccup home, but Toothless isn’t angry or anything. The two light Furies do follow them. Seeing them actually only hardens Hiccup’s resolve, and he essentially kicks Toothless out, but he’s lashing out out of hurt, worry, rejection, and overall being overwhelmed by his duties as a Chief (namely the very large group of vikings bent on destroying Berk due to their philosophy) and his love and worry for Toothless • Toothless does leave, looking hurt but he does. • Astrid tries to comfort Hiccup again, but this time he just wants to be alone. Once she leaves, Hiccup mourns a little, but then he’s suddenly shot with one of Grimmel's darts. Astrid sees him be taken, but it’s too late to rescue him

• Hiccup wakes up in a ship of the armada his mother had seen on Cloudjumper, and is surprised in a very angry way to see Drago there (we hadn’t seen him since the moment he lashes at Grimmel for letting the Berkians get away– but he does so in a logical and tactical way) • Drago wants the location of the Hidden World – something he probably got from Grimmel who overheard it during the raid on his lair – and he plans to use Hiccup for it • Remember when Hiccup was called a devil in the beginning of the movie? This scene would get its payback here!! In a very clear parallel to Dragons 1, Drago would shackle Hiccup and sail east, and in a very Stoick-esque way, tells him to “lead the way, [to the nest], little devil” • Y'know like what happened to Toothless in HTTYD 1

• Cut to Toothless in the Hidden World. He’s looking at his tail, rather forlorn and lost • The Lightfury comes to see him, looking rather affectionate- they’re a couple, it seems. Toothless looks to her and then to behind him, where the other Light/Night furies (and some other dragons in the background) are waiting for him • Toothless isn’t ready yet. He licks the LF (think of a “I have to” kiss on the cheek Hiccup gave Astrid in HTTYD 2), and flies towards the waterfall and out of the hidden world, back to Hiccup.

• Drago is sailing towards the general direction of the hidden world, guided by the direction Toothless flew off before he captured Hiccup • Hiccup is unable to free himself, but then he (and the antagonists) is surprised to see that Berk is flying towards the armada to free him, en masse. All seem determined to defend the Hidden World’s entrance from Drago’s fleet • It’s a nice shout out to both HTTYD 1, where that small team fought the read death, but also to how the vikings have changed, how Hiccup has changed them. A small team has become a whole village. • no one can quite get to Hiccup tho, but then Drago is surprised to find Toothless there, looking very very angry • Grimmel still threatens someone Toothless loves, but it’s Hiccup this time. For a brief moment, Toothless controls the dragons away from the fight, so Hiccup isn’t killed. Toothless cannot let Hiccup die. He can’t. He loves him too much. • Drago and Grimmel however, are distracted long enough for Toothless to grab Hiccup and flee– not by humans but by the whole group of light and night furies. It seems as though Furies are a very territorial species, and act as protectors of the hidden world.

• Grimmel still grabs the LF, Toothless still follows him with Hiccup. The whole thing that went down in the movie happens here. Grimmel dies. Toothless is rescued by the young, excitable LF Male, while our girl, who has always been more distrustful of Hiccup, saves his life. She does smile crookedly at him, that very Toothless smile she learned from him.

• Drago is still out there, though. Hiccup, Toothless and the dragon gang regroup while most of Berk still fights. Hiccup is alive, but feels lost, he always wanted to prevent a war and now a war has happened anyway • This is where Astrid comes in again, and where she repeats that “what are you going to do about it” line • The gang goes after drago– and surprise: Hiccup is using the old saddle, but Toothless still wears the new tailfin, one last big fight for the two of them: this time, while they’re still connected, they’re able to fight apart from each other– maybe it’s here that we get that sword/explosion/look between Hiccup and Astrid. Toothless is flying on his own, and Hiccup is fighting on his own as well. By mutual choice this time, knowing how their differences don’t affect their devotion to each other • The furies fight alongside Hiccup, Toothless and the Berkians, showing the beauty of cooperation and mutual respect between humans and dragons that do decide to work together… As well as allowing Hiccup one big flight with Toothless and other night furies, as was his dream for his friend. • Drago is defeated, and the army scatters (how it’s up to you, I’m still fond of the jailed idea, except Drago falls under water and drowns, or something. Idk. For a man who’s so determined to control and dominate, dying in a cage designed to control and rip freedom away would be pretty good poetic justice, but idk.)

• Hiccup and Toothless still part ways. Hiccup’s speech isn’t really about how his dream wasn’t the dragons’ dream. Instead, much like the books, he says that Humanity isn’t quite ready to share the world with them, and that Toothless needs to take them away for their own safety (basically the same message of the movie but sans the weird “hiccup is clinging to toothless” subplot.) • That heart-wrenching scene still happens pretty much the same way.

• The ending is also very much the same, the babies and stuff. We’d probably see more light furies and one or two night furies on the other rocks surrounding the hidden world– they still act as protectors. • the ending goes very much the same way: I’d just tweak the words a little to explain that this isn’t just about hiding the hidden world’s secret (though you do see that in a way, Hiccup and Berk = the Furies’ role, all are guardians of the Hidden World, kinda binding them together even if they are away), but also about spreading the message that one day humans and dragons (wildlife?) can coexist someday, and when We’re ready, the Dragons will one day return.

— ……. Well that was long. I’ve been furiously typing on my phone for a good hour and a half actually. My fingers are dead but I just love this idea so much.

Also very much Not Revised so forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes!

Sorry for like. Making this way too big, Hiccup-is-left-handed. I got way too excited about it :’D

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ravens-rambling · 6 years

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Aren’t you scared?

A/N: What is this?? A Prinxiety fic?? I know its been a while since I’ve wrote Prinxiety but hheeeyyyy I decided to take a small break from LAMP for a moment and write this little drabble. Hope you like it!

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summary: All Virgil wanted to do was go for a little walk what he least expected was to step in the middle of a graveyard with no way out and voices whispering to him. He can’t just have one normal day to relax can’t he?

WC: 1,366

ships: Romantic Prinxiety

warnings: crying, anxiety attack, Panic attacks, graveyards, Dragon witch (Idk if this is a warning or not but decided to make it one anyway just in case)

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover

Virgil had no idea what to do or really where he was.

All he knew was that it was pitch blackness surrounding him, suffocating him, and there were gravestones littered across the ground that he kept tripping over from time to time. He could tell as well that there were low hanging trees from the way the wind picked up every few minutes and he could hear the branches moving above him. Or at least he hoped was the branches moving for all he knew it could be some monster or creature.

And as it got colder in the midnight air and in turn made him shiver and shake even more he tried to pull his jacket even tighter around him, his hands turning pale white against the sides of his jacket.

Why was he out here in a graveyard in the middle of the night? Well, he had wanted to get some fresh air and wanted to go for a little walk to soothe his nerves. Thomas has been working hard lately and in turn, he has as well.

He wanted some chill time to himself as the others always constantly check up on him and truthfully he loved it as he knew they cared about him, but if he had, to be honest, he missed his alone time. So he had thought he would come to Roman's imagination room to run off some of his steam and the second he walked through that door he landed in this graveyard. He had lost track of how long he's been here it could be minutes to hours for all he knew.

He had hoped that maybe if he continued to walk maybe he'll end up in some town or something, true being surrounded by strange people can be bad but this was certainly worse. There must be something wrong with Roman's room if this is where he popped out at.

His shaking got worse as he could have sworn he heard a wolf howl not too far away. Okay...maybe he should hurry up.

Or..maybe he's just going around in circles and he'll be stuck here forever and the others will forget about him leaving him stuck here-

His breath spiked up even more at that thought, his shaking continued to get worse until his knees buckled beneath him. His heart rattled around inside his chest.

No...

No, they will come searching for him if he doesn't find his way out of this...right? He had to hope so. He had to believe they would.

He can't get out of here by himself for some reason. The door won't appear as he tried to call it and it disappeared before his eyes when he stepped into this nightmare before he could even do anything.

His head whipped around when he heard some rustling. Would there be angry spirits here? Would he end up like in those dreadful horror movies with his body parts all over the place and the spirits laughing as they drink his blood?

Stop...

"Stop!"

He didn't realize he had shouted that his hands going to his ears trying to block out the voices in his head.

They don't really love you

They only want to keep you contained

They are using you can't you see that?

"NO! SHUT UP!"

His yelling only made the voices louder in volume.

He could do nothing but cry and huddle into the mud waiting for it to stop. Praying for it to stop. His breaths were coming out in whooping gasps and he swore he was shaking so hard that he was making more noises then he intended. He couldn't stop it though.

As he tried to glance upwards into the darkness he swore he saw bright red eyes staring at him through the darkness. Then those eyes become more and more until he was surrounded by them.

He's going to die here. What would happen to the other sides? What would happen to Thomas? Would they even find his body?

Through his fear he suddenly heard a voice call out through it was hard to make it out he could tell it wasn't his own and he thought it was his name. But that only caused him to whimper and curl up more.

Are those creatures those eyes belonged to coming to eat him yet? Are they just baiting him to look up into its face? He's not buying it.

But as he heard the voice louder, nearer, then before he could tell it was...was that Roman's voice? He sounded..worried? Concerned? No, it's a trick. Maybe those creatures are like from Avatar that could steal people's faces. That must be it.

He didn't realize that his sobs were getting louder as it echoed through the trees and darkness. When that voice got so impossibly loud, loud enough that it sounded right beside him he yelped loudly and tried to drag himself away.

It had found him.

Now this voice stealing creature and those eye monsters are going to eat him. There's no way he could survive this. He hoped that Roman won't be heartbroken by his disappearance. He hoped-

His thoughts got halted as sudden bursts of warmth surrounded him. His blurry vision glanced down to see it was arms. Human arms, not monster arms. They were pearly white. Familiar white. And as he followed that white and yellow upwards he saw Roman's familiar face peering down at him with deep concern and fear.

It..it didn't look like it was any stealing monsters face. It looked too human for that...

Before his brain could catch up he suddenly felt Roman's hand on one of his cheeks wiping away mud and tears. His own face held unshed tears as Virgil seemed to flinch away. Though as nothing happened and Roman drew back his hand Virgil managed to draw out a breath as he thrust his face back into Roman's hand. It was him... He won't die alone out here.

"D-Dont... Don't leave... Don't..." he kept mumbling his breath still coming in gasps as he tried to calm down.

Roman made a small noise as he cupped Virgil's face looking for any injuries before pulling him into a hug, "Don't worry sweetheart I won't. Breathe okay? I'm here I'm not leaving you. Why don't we go back to the commonplace hm?"

Virgil could only nod slowly he was still crying harshly as he dug his face into Roman's white shirt. His hands gripped Roman's shirt so hard he knew he must be pulling on it, he might even be ripping it. But that was all in the back of his head.

His breath sucked in as he was suddenly picked up into warm caring arms his face whipping to Roman's as he smiled faintly at him and shrugged, "I know you can't walk right now and that's fine my Emo Nightmare." He leaned forward and kissed his forehead and nose before he turned around. He had to get Virgil out of here before its too late. Once they are back to the commonplace then he can properly calm him down.

They turned around and Virgil felt him flicking his wrist from under him than a large white door suddenly appeared as if it was made out of mist and fog.

Virgil seemed to calm down a bit even at the sight of it. No creature could summon the door he knew that. This really is Roman. He finally relaxed somewhat into Roman's arms, well as much as he could through his whooping gasps and tears.

Though as they stepped into the door leading to the familiar apartment living room Virgil glanced back one last time and though Roman didn't see it his eyes flickered red for just a moment before going back to normal with a blink and those beading red eyes blinked from the shadows as one. A collective flap of their wings could be heard through the silence as they flew off together.

All of them led to one place, a woman with a grinning smile and a murderous glare in her eyes that looked distinctively like a dragons pupils before giving a loud roar of laughter.

#virgil sanders #virgil #roman sanders #roman #dragon witch #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #prinxiety #romantic prinxiety #thomas sanders #sanders sides spook #my fics #haha i might continue this #maybe virgil kinda manipulates roman to being tricked by the dragon witch #and logan and patton has to save both of them #mahahah

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celestialsunglasses · 5 years

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CHARACTER SHEET repost. do not reblog.

Basics

FULL NAME. Nick Monroe NICKNAME. Nicky, blondie, sweetheart, “shut the fuck up, that was horrible.” GENDER. Genderqueer trans guy HEIGHT. 6′3 AGE. 41 ZODIAC. Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp. LANGUAGES. English, ASL, PSE, triggered out parts of him can speak more because they have a minor form of the gift of tongue. Like a part of him knows Enochian, and another part knows an infernal tongue. Sometimes his mind translates people’s human languages without warning and he can understand things he can’t speak. But he can’t speak it, and if he’s the one speaking it, he can’t understand what he’s saying.

Physical characteristics

HAIR COLOR. Blond EYE COLOR. Blue SKIN TONE. Fair BODY TYPE. Tall, thick, some weird middle ground of muscle and pudge. He’s thicker tho. ACCENT. More like a lack of accent, but does fall into a vague white, middle class Baltimore accent when he’s tired. Starts calling people hon. VOICE. Probably Markp’s voice. DOMINANT HAND. Naturally ambidextrous. He has no dominant hand, and can write with both at the same time. But he probably goes with his right a lot of the time because it’s what’s expected. But he could easily switch to his left without much issue. POSTURE. Bit of a slouch. Sometimes depends who’s fronting what the body posture is like. SCARS. Lucifer burn scars on his face and in patches all over, self destructive scars on his thighs that are faded, scars on his hands from punching things, two vertical parallel scars between his shoulder blades where wings could have been, jagged stab and drag scar on his lower right side where his appendix would be if he still had one. (he got stabbed, it ruptured his appendix so he got that taken out), small little scar on his forehead under his hair from being shot with the colt when with Lucifer. TATTOOS. Tattoo of a snake wrapping up his left arm (looks a little like this if i had to pick a size and style comparison, nick’s is a tiny bit smaller and has some blue color in it, but it’s close X), Alligator thing on his left shoulder (can be compared to this in aesthetic X), a tiny cross tattoo on his right index finger ( X ), this on his left palm ( X ), floral half sleeve on his right arm from his shoulder to his elbow (kinda like this X), 2 carnations on his right shoulder with Sarah and Toby’s name and birth and death years as a tribute to them, anti-possession on his inner left ankle in blacklight ink. Eye of Horus on the other side of his left ankle, A bouquet of sunflowers up his right calve, actually an undecided leg sleeve on his right leg in general too, undecided sternum tattoo, others in various places I haven’t decided yet. But he’s a tattoo artist, so he’s pretty covered.

((**note that most of these tattoos aren’t exactly what his look like, they are just the comparisons as close as I can imagine them as someone who can’t draw.)) BIRTHMARKS. N/A MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Facial scars, Tattoos up his arms, maybe the sunglasses, his height. god he’s so tall.

Childhood

PLACE OF BIRTH. Baltimore, MD HOMETOWN. Baltimore, MD BIRTH WEIGHT. 6 pounds, 7 ounces. BIRTH HEIGHT. 18.5 inches. MANNER OF BIRTH. Natural. FIRST WORDS. 'no’ SIBLINGS. Eden Monroe (eldest sister; alive), Lacey Monroe (older sister; alive), Elijah Harrison (half-brother; alive) PARENTS. Robert Monroe (father; alive), Aria Monroe (mother; alive), Scott Harrison (biological father; deceased) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. They were there to a degree, but distant emotionally for a number of reasons. He struggled to properly get their attention for a good number of years up into his teens, and even into early adulthood because they were all working through things.

Adult Life

OCCUPATION. Tattoo Artist CURRENT RESIDENCE. New Haven, CT CLOSE FRIENDS. Jan Song, Kennie Rhodes, Chev, and the people he works with in his tattoo shop. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Verse/interaction dependent. But default single. FINANCIAL STATUS. Middle class DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes. Had one since he was 17. CRIMINAL RECORD. A surprising no. VICES. Alcohol

Sex and romance

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Queer. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO. Hypersexual, but he’s working on being better about it. TURN ON’S. Humor, people who know what they want, kindness, he loves people with dark eyes idk, also hands, listen he’s not picky he likes a good personality. can be a serious personality or a humorous one. but if you’re kind and thoughtful and willing to learn from mistakes there’s a solid chance he’ll like you regardless of anything else, though. TURN OFF’S. Blindfolds, people who are rude, bigoted people of a lot of intersections, close-minded people, people who don’t try to understand him, and people who push too hard too fast to know things about him. He requires patience and if you start asking too many things he’s likely to try and push away. LOVE LANGUAGE. Nick is an extremely touch driven person. So to show him love, he enjoys physical touch. Can be as into it as something sexually intimate, or as simple as patting his shoulder. Or if someone’s not really touchy, a smile does it too. He considers it an affection of sorts. Giving he’ll usually also be a bit touchy feely if he’s given the permission to be, but he also really tries to read other people’s love languages so that he’s giving people the right type of love. It’s sometimes difficult because he’s got a huge urge to be touchy, but he does try. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. He is someone who will talk to you first often times. He’s extremely flirty, but can tone it down if someone seems uncomfortable. He loves taking people he likes on little adventures. He’s an extremely affectionate lover, he respects boundaries. But if you give him permission to be affectionate he will be affectionate as hell. He is out to try and make his partner(s) laugh and feels accomplished when he does. If sex is on the table, he’s very good in bed, and he will show a bitch a good time.

Misc.

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Drawing, reading, doing little artsy things, hanging with friends, watching Netflix if he’s alone, occasionally dancing if he’s cleaning stuff and there’s music playing. MENTAL ILLNESSES. Dissociative Identity Disorder, other dissociative issues, depression, PTSD, ADHD, Alcohol addiction sometimes, Anxiety, insomnia and nightmare disorder, common sleep paralysis. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. Meniere’s disease LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. When he’s the one fronting, he’s right brained as fuck. PHOBIAS. Being alone, being a failure, not being enough, the dark, the devil, god, butterflies, closed spaces, the cold that seeps into his bones when he sleeps, himself. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Outwardly high, but when alone it’s very back and forth. VULNERABILITIES. I’m not sure how to answer this one.

TAGGED BY. No one, I stole it from @thickcrskiin TAGGING. Whoever wants to.

#headcanon #about Nick #nick as hell #dash games #outofscars

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benbarnesescape · 7 years

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The Wager

Part 2

Story Synopsis: When wager against Logan that you can’t fall for his seducing antics you realize you may have wagered for more than you can handle

Warning: Language, hints at SMUT but mostly fluff. 18+ sorry kids - it's Logan

A/N: I’ve gotten a lot of requests to continue this series so here it is. The first part (you can read here) of this was shit writing so here is a part 2. Better writing to make up for the initial crap.

Ben has me all kinds of fucked up so all the Logan feels today.

“No?” his right hand raises to softly caress your neck, his touch sending an instant shiver down your spine. “You’re body is telling me otherwise. Besides, don’t you want to know what you won?”

“No - I can only imagine what you have in mind for me.” You roll your eyes as you push away from him, adjusting your dress. Ignoring the throbbing between your legs. Ignoring the fact that Logan was handing you a silver platter to be yours for a night and you were ignorantly trying to push it away. Logan chuckles as he watches you, shaking his head.

“That's not fair. Give me the benefit of the doubt.”

You turn and give him a skeptical look and he raises his hands.

“Meet me at my place tomorrow morning. Eight a.m.”

“...you get whatever you want for 24 hours.” you mumble and he nods, finishing his drink. The smile still stuck on his face.

“I know. I’m opting to start my 24 hours tomorrow morning at 8.”

You chew your lip, debating all the ways this is going to go south.

“Fine. Tomorrow at 8 at your place.”

“Perfect!” he smiles at you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving the room. You take a long swig of the brandy in your glass, trying to ignore the lingering scent of his cologne before grabbing your phone and sending a group text to your two closest friends.

You: Ladies, I think I just made a deal with the devil

You wait a beat, organizing the room before you feel your phone buzz.

Leslie: What do you mean?

You: Logan and I made a wager

Jesse: …...you bet against Logan. Y/N how many times do we have to warn you - he’s trouble.

Leslie: I mean, if you ARE going to make poor choices what's so wrong with making them with trouble

Jesse: Leslie!

Leslie: It's true! What you wager Y/N

You sit down behind the desk, still nursing the glass of brandy as you type out your next response

You: That I wouldn’t succumb to his will

Silence. You could imagine them both laughing, shaking their head at you. At your naive, stubborn pigheaded attitude that always got you in trouble.

Leslie: Y/N….you know Logan is like one of the sexiest businessmen in THE WORLD. Not New York. Not America. That motherfucker is internationally sexy. Of course he can make you submit to his will. Not to mention his job is to get people to invest in his company.

Leslie: Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… well played

Leslie: I’m only jealous I didn’t think of it myself

You: I didn’t plan this!!!!!!

Leslie: *Insert Eye Roll* Suuuuuuuurrreee

Jesse: …...do you have to sleep with him now? Is that what you wagered?

Leslie: OMG please say that's it! Jesse and I have both thrown ourselves on him and he always shuts us down….one of the three of us needs to be able to tell the tale.

You chuckled, shaking your head. Of course they had.

You: I just have to spend time doing whatever he wants for the next 24 hours

You: At first I thought that meant he wanted to sleep together

You: But he wants to meet at 8 am tomorrow morning soooooo… idk lol

You bite your lip, taking another sip. You could always read Logan and what was spinning behind that witty mind of his. Minus how he felt about you, he was a pretty open book. You couldn’t read him on this and you didn’t like that.

Jesse: ….just go with it. Text us if you need anything. Its Logan. He respects you, you know. I’m sure it’ll just be you two hanging out like you always do

Leslie: hanging out and fucking. He totally has a thing for you Y/N

You snorted shaking your head, before you heard a light knock on the door followed by your name. You sighed. You had completely forgotten about work.

You: I’ll call you both after work. Les, you’re delusional. Logan has only expressed interest in being my friend.

You stand up, smoothing out your dress before one last text shoots through.

Leslie: But has he? Think about it.

You sighed. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

Delos Towers were two prominent buildings in downtown Manhattan. The first, the larger of the two, were where all the magic happened. Businessmen constantly flew in and out the large glass doors. It housed multiple offices, including Logan’s and his families, a gym, a five star restaurant a spa and other side businesses it had swallowed it its quest for power.

The second tower was a block away and exclusively condos and apartments for the wealthy. Though not as tall as its sibling, it still towered over its neighboring buildings, demanding strength and elegance.

Both buildings reminded you of Logan as you stood outside the latter, looking up at the large building in awe and fear. You’ve been at Logan’s plenty of times - he had the best sound of the art sound system paired with the sleekest TV screen and you loved to binge watch Netflix on his couch while he worked beside you. You liked using his rooftop pool. You liked cooking in his kitchen. You liked hosting game nights with both of your close friends. Spending time with Logan had become second nature to you. You hadn’t realized how much so until now.

You had offered to have him over to your home, to host things in your territory but he was strongly and consistently against it. In fact, he was constantly trying to pressure you to move into one of the apartments in the building - free of charge - and you always turned it down. You liked your 800 sq. ft. apartment in Brooklyn - it had character. And probably mold and a thousand other things but those were the things that gave it life.

Perhaps waging against him was a mistake. You didn’t want to lose your friendship. You didn’t want to complicate it with sex knowing he would never commit. You liked spending time with Logan. You were sure he liked spending time with you.

“What are you doing out here standing in the cold silly?” you hear his voice over the loud sounds of traffic and snap your eyes away from the tall building, finding his own as he walks toward you. He was dressed in a casual black leather jacket, a dark grey button down shirt and jeans. It was the most casual you had ever seen him and for a second, you took back your hesitant thoughts. It was easy when he was dressed as a GQ model, looking at you with eyes that twinkled with amusement.

“Just waiting for you.” you smile and he wraps an arm around you, drawing you closer.

“Perfect. I can’t wait to start our 24 hours.” he smiles that smile that only promises trouble and you try to bite back the internal groan. You were definitely in over your head.

Logan had been waiting in the lobby for you when you had walked by his building, looking up at the tall steel structure. He had been talking to his receptionists, finalizing plans for the night and had tripped over his words, something that was uncharacteristically unlike him. It was your outfit. You wore a black romper, the buttons around your breast unfastened exposing your cleavage. You had thrown on a casual leather jacket over it and the wedges you had paired with the get up made your legs longer.

Begging to have them wrapped around something. Him. As he fucked you against a wall in his apartment.

Fuck he had it bad.

The receptionist, who had never seen his client lose his composure, tries to mask the chuckle under his breath as he clears his throat, trying to catch Logan’s attention to finalize his last thought. It was a lost cost. Logan had lost interest the moment you had stepped into the picture and only nods yes, walking out toward you.

This was going to be a fun day.

He knows that you don’t trust him. Knows that you know all about him and the woman he seduces. Knows that he is dangerous and that you’re a good girl and that good girls shouldn’t play with bad boys. Doesn’t stop him from wrapping an arm around your waist, his free hand caressing your face.

He also knew you were probably just as dangerous as he was under your sweet natured demeanor. And he wanted to be the one to pull that dark side out of you, claiming you for his own.

“Did you have breakfast yet?” he asks, his fingers caressing your cheeks and you shake your head no, your eyes locked on him. He smiles, looking to the right to find his driver pulling up to the building.

“Perfect. I know just the place we can go to.”

He turns, ushering you into the car and you take a seat, watching him carefully as he sits beside you. The driver takes off and you frown.

“You’re not keeping me hostage in your apartment?”

He laughs, light and carefree and shakes his head.

“Later doll. Right now I have to make sure you’re properly fed.”

You cross your arms, your eyes narrowing.

“I don’t trust you Logan. You played dirty last night which got me into this mess in the first place.”

He tsks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Trust is the foundation of friendship. Why would I want to jeopardize that?”

His mouth is just too close to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe. You try to ignore the way it makes you feel as you say,

“You already have! To win the stupid wager that has me in this mess. I wanted to spend my Saturday binge watching Marvel movies or enjoying a massage. Or eating brunch and getting drunk with Leslie and Jesse.”

Logan rolls his eyes.

“You wanted to drool over Captain America and his friends? The one with the wings and the metal arm. And you always hang out with Jesse and Leslie on Saturday. And I can always fit in a massage if you really want one.”

Of course he could. The car comes to a stop and you push him as the driver gets out to open your doors.

“Its Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. I thought I trained you better to know this,” you take a moment to look out the window at the restaurant he has taken you too. “Where the hell did you kidnap me to Logan?”

He smiles, rubbing his hands together.

“Phase 1 of our wager.”

You walk into the posh restaurant, Logan’s hands entwining in your own and you look up at him confused. Though you both spent a good time together, and he allowed you to cuddle against him sometimes, he always kept a safe distance. You figured it was because of the men you dated. Perhaps he had been distancing himself.

Logan specialized in keeping everyone at arm's length and maintaining the upper hand.

You don’t have time to ask him as a round older man barges toward you, a robust smile planted on his face.

“Logan! Surprised to see you so soon.”

The thick, french accent isn’t lost on your ears as the man turns to you extending his hand out before asking,

“And who is this delicate flower that you have brought along with you today?”

You smile as you shake his hand and Logan whispers,

“This is one of my dearest friends, Y/N. Thought she’d enjoy a lesson today.”

Now you know there’s something wrong with him. He never once - once - had introduced you as his dearest friend. Just an acquaintance you hung around with, even if you both knew it was a lie.

“Bellisima! Follow me.”

The man turns and you look back at Logan who starts toward the path of the man. He’s stopped when you don’t budge from your spot, your hands still entwined within each other and he turns to you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

“What's wrong?” he asks and you shake your head.

“You need to explain what’s going on here. You never reference me as your friend, let alone your dearest friend. You never touch me. I always have to beg you to cuddle with me. I don’t want to…..Logan I can’t do all of this today where you treat me like a queen and then tomorrow it's back to being a comfortable accessory that you only want to be around when its convenient for you.”

You tug your hand away and cross your arms.

“I’m already an emotional mess with Richard’s stupid ass. I can’t - I won’t allow myself to get pulled into your web of God knows what game you’re playing.”

Logan raises an eyebrow, watching you intently before walking back to you. He hesitates before placing his hands on his shoulders and whispering,

“Ever think I didn’t do any of those things because you were always dating someone. I know that I don't show my affection a lot but I want to do something special for you today. Let me surprise you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. And I don’t plan on keeping you at an arm's distance if you stay single. I just….listen, I know that those dumb idiots you date may not have bought up how much our friendship annoys them but I have to work with them every fucking day and trust me honey, they’re not a fan. I was doing what I thought was best for you.”

He sighs before continuing, “If you don’t like what we do right now, you’re free to leave and spend the rest of your Saturday doing what will make you happy.”

His eyes shadow something different now. Fear. Insecurity. You bite your lip, watching him before you allow a soft smile to tug at your lips.

Logan was trying to do something nice for you. He always did. You were allowing insecurities to ruin something that you knew he probably spent most of last night planning.

“Fine. That’s fair and you’re right, I guess I shouldn’t have put you in that situation. So I’ll trust you but I swear to the baby Jesus Logan if this is another manipulation ploy I’m outta here.”

He smiles, grabbing your hand again.

“I promise Y/N, it's not.”

You grab a handful of flour discreetly, waiting until Logan looks up at you before you throw it in his face, your laughter ringing in the large kitchen.

After you’re weird omission of fear, you had hesitantly followed Logan into the back of the restaurant only to find that he had scheduled you both for a specialized cooking lesson with a world renowned french chef, LeStat.

Of course he had. Couldn’t take a cute little cooking class that he could have found on Groupon for $50 bucks. It had to be the very best.

He looked at you now, the flour dousing his face, trying not to allow the smile to tug up at his lips.

“You ok there Lo? Looks like you have something on your face.”

Its then that LeStat walks by, mouth ready for your next steps before noticing the flour all over Logan and biting back a smile. He then smiles and says,

“We should put the pastries in the oven. It should take them an hour to bake.”

You nod, your laughter still echoing around the kitchen and Logan grabs the large pan, shaking his head.

“I’ll throw them in. We should probably clean our station since someone had to make a mess.”

Though he tries to keep a frustrated face, the amusement in his voice wins and you giggle, sticking your tongue out at him as he walks away. LeStat watches the interaction, his eyes brow raised before saying lowly,

“Are you and Logan dating?”

You had been wiping flour off the counter into a wet dish towel and freeze your movement, staring up at him. When your able to find your voice you mumble out,

“What? No…. no. Why?”

LeStat shrugs.

“I've known Logan most of his life and he never has bought another women to his weekly cooking lessons. Maybe his sister and mother occasionally but never a woman,” he smiles at you as Logan makes his way over, “you must be very special to him if he felt he could share this part of him with you.”

He turns, walking back to another section of the kitchen as Logan comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and wiping his face in your neck and shoulder.

“Stop it! What are you doing!?” you laugh and he bites down on your shoulder before pulling away.

“Cleaning my face since I have flour everywhere.”

Your laughter doesn’t subside as as you grab a towel, wetting it before stepping up to him to clean his face.

“I’m sorry...its just..you didn’t ever tell me you knew how to cook. I always cook for you when I’m over.”

Logan chuckles, leaning against the counter as he allows you to wipe along his jawline and you push away the thought of what it would feel like to kiss the sharp, stumbled skin .

“I don’t tell a lot of people that I know how to cook. Its my…..therapy.”

You look at him expectantly and he sighs, crossing his arms. You wanted to pry but you also knew that Logan was private - so private that it took two years into your friendship before he invited you over to his place. Let alone meet his friends.

You had yet to meet anyone in his family.

“...when I’m stressed out. Or my dad pisses me off. Its nice to cook and bake. I like having the control…..” he frowns, dropping his head and you stop wiping at his face.

“You don’t have to say any more Lo. I get it.”

Your voice is barely a whisper and you’re afraid you can be barely be heard over the movement in the kitchen but when Logan sinks his hands in your hips you know he has. He’s watching you, those dark chocolate eyes betraying something else again.

He draws you closer to him, his cologne overwhelming your senses as he licks at your lips, his eyes now gazing down your face, falling on your lips. You bite your lips and he groans, the pressure of his hands increasing against your soft skin.

You think he’s going to lean in and kiss you, god the tension between begs that he does. Instead, he just squeezes your hips one last time before whispering,

“We should probably finish our breakfast. I told you’d I’d treat you to brunch and we still have a lot to do this week.”

His voice is broken as he pushes you aside, running his hands through his hair before heading to the sink and washing them.

“What the hell was that about.” you mumble to yourself.

#ben barnes #logan westworld x reader #Logan westworld AU #benbarnesescape

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rpchive · 6 years

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105th Encounter-- Thread The Needle

welcome to Lob Corp fuckos

Nydins, Rio, Jay, and Maya are all gathered in the console room; Jay and Maya just sort of discussing casually. Collin steps out into the console room somewhat nervously as he notices the crowd. He has changed into a long deep blue cloak that cuts off right at the knees, with a creamy yellow trim around the wrists, collar, and hem of the cloak. The trim at the bottom sweeps up along the inverted v-cut of the cloak and forms a star pattern at the apex. A red gemstone button holds each sleeve and collar closed, while a simple zipper closes the front of the cloak. Under that he now wears a dark pair of pants with leather boots that are tucked underneath the legs.

Collin: Oh, uh... hey? Maya: Whoa, you changed clothes again! You guys have another party to get to or somethin'?

Rio swivels her chair around to look at Collin's outfit. "...Aww, he's got a little star thingy like Jay now! Is that our thing now? We should totally put those on the comms."

alienrabitt: Where'd you even get that? Well, I guess the IT made it, huh...? ...You look good. Collin turns slightly red and scratches the back of his head. "W-Well, it certainly beats the old jumpsuit, huh?"

idk where the actual drawing went but

something fresh for once!

can I say I’m actually midkey a huge fan of the trope of characters going through Some Shit and them changing their design after?

Maya: Anything probably feels better than that...I ditched my armband as soon as I got on this ship. The suits, not so much, but those are all mine anyway. Collin: Don't blame you there. So uh, what were you guys talking about? Maya: Not much. I haven't heard about anything going on in a while...guessing the trouble's waiting for us somewhere for once. Collin: Works for me. I would've been in a bad way if something had happened while I was still trying to recover. Rio: How are you now, anyway? Collin: I'm... better, physically at least. In terms of my magic, well... The good news is that I still have magic. I definitely can't channel any of the powers from the pantheon like I used to, but I can still do some things. I haven't really been able to test it all out too well since I haven't really been able to do much of anything until recently, though. I'm thinking I'm gonna need to make something that can help me use my magic more easily, but I haven't figured out what yet. Maya: Well hey, if you need any help, let me know. I don't know anything about magic, but I know plenty about building stuff that harnesses energy, so that can't be too different. Collin: Hopefully you're right. It'd be nice to have some help with that, since I'm not really sure what I'm doing. Clair comes into the console room briefly, though upon seeing the small crowd gathered there, she considers going back down the hall. She stands in the hallway, visibly debating how badly she wants whatever she's come for. Collin: Oh, hey Clair. Need something? Clair: I, uhh...I kinda...I know that the Operation is totally empty now, and I know that Zenith's...but Alzedeth's still out there...even if he still doesn't have a soul, as long as he's in that armor...we should...we should do something... Collin: ... Shit, I guess you're right. I'd sort of forgotten about him with everything else that's been happening recently. Maya: The way you looked when they dragged you back in, I don't blame you. Even I heard about that one...

Nydins: Alright, don't beat a dead horse; I'll take us back to OZ. Daedalus approaches the group from behind Clair, stopping a few feet behind her. "Ah, there you are. I checked your room but you were already... Wow, big group. Something going on?" Clair: ...I have to find Alzedeth. I can't just leave him like that... Daedalus: ... Yikes. Always heavy stuff, isn't it? Nydins: Hey; we wouldn't be superheroes if we got vacation days. ...Though I do like the little quiet gaps... Daedalus: Pretty sure constant danger does not a long life make. Whatever, I'm coming with you. Nydins: Guess we were closer than I thought. Looks like we're gonna touch down soon. Good luck out there... Daedalus: Sheesh, good thing I was right behind you guys. I swear it's like you're trying to leave me out or somethin'. Nydins: Sorry; I wasn't really expecting a field trip. But something like this should be easy enough, right? I mean, all you have to do is break the armor...

Maya: Jeez, sound like you care less, why don't you? It's still her brother, right?

Nydins: The divide between body and soul's hardly controversial. This is just clean up; I don't see why you of all people are getting invested... Collin: Nydins, this really isn't the time or place for an argument like this... Nydins: R-right...well, uhh, we're here, so...! Good luck...!

Rolling her eyes, Maya heads out the door, Clair nervously following behind her. Collin, Jay, and Daedalus follow them out. The layout of OZ remains as silent and emptied as ever, however the hallway leading towards Alzedeth's chamber seems to be covered in signs of some sort of struggle. Upon reaching the room itself, the group finds the floor littered with corpses, all of which in black suits with red ties and armbands of varying colors and letters on them. A hole has been blasted in the opposite wall, and the distant sound of a nearby airship can be heard.

Maya: I-it's Lobotomy! Why the hell are they here?! Daedalus: I'm gonna hazard a guess and say "the spooky suit of living armor". If those assholes want their hands on him, that can't mean anything good. Maya: But abnormalities have to be reported! They're taken in because they pose a threat to humanity itself! ...Some bastard from here must've been recruited when the place went to shit...damn it, we need to get on that airship!! Collin: But how do we sneak into something that's up in the air? Clair: They can't have taken off with me here. Alzedeth still only responds to me; he knows I've come to find him, so he'll try to get to me at all costs. We have to find where they're parked and board them! Daedalus: Alright, well let's go see what we're dealing with first. Hopefully they're still on the ground. The group heads off further into OZ, where they find a massive airship nearly the size of an entire floor hovering beside one of the fire escapes. Without hesitation, Maya jumps the gap between the fire escape and the rope ladder extending up to the doorway onto the ship, Clair hesitantly following behind her. Jay, however, seems significantly more cautious about the endeavor, and instead shifts to his original true form, waiting to see if Collin or Daedalus would rather ride up. Daedalus: Hey, listen, I appreciate the offer, but maybe turning into a giant star monster around a ship full of people specifically interested in capturing strange creatures isn't the best strategy... Snorting, Jay shifts back to his humanoid form. "If my arm gives out when I climb up this thing, don't blame me when I knock you off...though, uhh... you two should go first because of that..." Collin: No no, no one is falling to their death today. If flying up there gets you there safely, then do it. I'll come with you, just be careful about it. alienrabitt: ...Alright.

Jay shifts back once more as he waits for Collin. Collin climbs onto Jay and holds on tightly, while Daedalus hops over and climbs the ladder with Maya and Clair. Careful to keep his distance from the ladder, Jay waits until everyone else has boarded the ship before coming closer. The beating of his wings blows the ladder around quite a bit as he approaches, however he grabs it with his arms, steadying it properly for Collin. Collin quickly climbs over onto the ship and turns back around to help Jay on if he needs it. Shifting back to his humanoid form, Jay accepts the help onto the ship, letting out a sigh of relief as he touches the floor. "I hate heights so much..." Daedalus: Says the person who can fly. alienrabitt: Hey, I didn't ask for the wings! Or...most of this, really... Collin: It's alright, let's just get away from this ladder; the height isn't doing me any favors either. Do you know where we should be going, Maya? Maya: I don't...unless there's a Sephirah here, I have no idea where he could be... Daedalus: What about you, Clair? You said he'd try to get to you no matter what, right? How does he know where you are? Clair: He...I...th-that's something I don't want to talk about in a situation like this...

Maya: Can you just tell him to come to us?

Clair: He's trying; but he's got an entire ship's worth of people to mow through!

Maya: Don't do that! The majority of the personnel sent on these missions are fresh recruits; they have no idea what Lobotomy is! Call him off!

Clair: B-but if I do that, the ship will leave...!

Maya: And then we'll know where he is, because they'll have to unload him, and there will be Sephirahs! Collin: Please trust us. We're not gonna let Lobotomy take him away. Clair: ...What do we do in the meantime? Just...hide?

Azreldeh: Why not? I did that all the way here.

Azreldeh’s just this but in reverse

alienrabitt: STOP THAT!! I hate it when you do that!!

Azreldeh: Sorry! I would've said something sooner, but you guys kept complaining about your little issue, so I had to make a field trip. Anyway, you really wanna check this ship out before it sails? Collin: We're gonna have to if we're going to find Alzedeth, right? Azreldeh: Ohh, I was hoping you'd say that.

Snapping her fingers, Azreldeh summons forth Rio from the shadows, catching her by her arms as she tumbles from the shifted position and nearly falls off the ship. "Hey, R2; I'm gonna have to ask you for a favor real quick..."

Rio: I-I-I really don't wanna hear those words from you!! B-but, in my current situation, I really can't say no!!

Azreldeh: Oh, you couldn't have even if you wanted to...ugh, sorry, I'm getting into this like a job.

Smoothly, Azreldeh pulls Rio up into the ship properly, placing her hands upon Rio's shaking shoulders.

"...Right, so two things, I need you to find the loading dock, and I need you to check for Sephirahs."

Rio: B-but I'm not a part of their systems...! I can't do anything with technology that's not integrated into me...!

Azreldeh: Oh come on, how unique can Earth tech get?! You've gotta be able to do something here...!

Rio: ...I...can probably find one of those things, at least, but there's no way I could do both...

Azreldeh: ...What the hell are these Sephirahs anyway?

Maya: They're basically the core of Lobotomy; though I doubt any but Angela would be able to get very far away from anywhere the Corporation was stationed...

Azreldeh: Okay, but what are they? Humans?

Maya: I'd argue closer to androids, but more human than machine...it's uncanny...

alienrabitt: It's uncomfortable is what it sounds like. And what the hell were you thinking pulling Rio up like that?!

Azreldeh: What, and just let her fall? Collin: You know damn good and well what he meant. You can't just pull her into something like this and then immediately put her in danger! Azreldeh: Which is why I'm asking her to do something safe!

Clair: The task isn't the problem...

Azreldeh: Look, we aren't making any progress just standing around here arguing; c'mon! Let's get out there and kick some ass already!

Maya: Absolutely not! We aren't fighting /or/ killing /anybody/! This is a stealth mission!

Azreldeh: My favorite! Alright, so you and I can walk on in there, and...I guess everyone else will just have to hide or something...

Maya: ...They could pass as new, but Jay's gonna have to hide.

alienrabitt: I...yeah, okay. I guess I could just...be small or something. One of you has pockets, right? Collin: I've got space. Will you be alright like that? alienrabitt: It's less magic intensive; so I'd be better than I am now, honestly.

With that, Jay shifts into his bat form.

Clair: So cute...! Collin: He's always cute.

He opens a pocket on his cloak and holds it out for him to fly inside.

Flying up, Jay crawls into the pocket, his face barely poking out of the top as he squints up at Collin.

c-cute......

Azreldeh: Right, well, somebody should go with Rio just in case she gets caught; the rest of us can keep looking out here. If you find what you're looking for, turn the lights in the room off; I'll come right to you.

Rio: O-okay...just don't throw me or anything...

Azreldeh: Hey, not my fault nobody moved away from the door...

Maya's group heads off towards the right, leaving Rio and Collin with the hallway across from the door. Collin: Alright, so I guess we just... pretend like we know what we're doing? Rio: I think the goal at this point is just...try not to be noticed, and find a way to find out what Azreldeh was asking for...but I don't even know where to start with that... Collin: Are we looking for the loading bay or those... "sephirah" things Maya kept mentioning? Rio: She wanted us to find the location of both; but I'm not sure we could find those in an airship...even one this big probably doesn't have some sort of map; humans wouldn't need those kinds of things on a ship... Collin: Well, if I had to guess, it'd make sense for a loading area to be somewhere near the bottom of a ship, right? Rio: Yeah! Typically, for older human ships, they'd be at the lower or middle section of the backmost part of the ship. ...Though I guess they'd be modern ships for you, huh? Collin: What, you callin' me old or something? /He gives Rio a jokingly insulted look. Rio: I mean, you were originally...born? In the 70s, right? Physically, you might not be, but chronologically, by human standards... Collin: I was just joking, don't worry about it. I'm fully aware I'm technically the grandpa of the IT crew. Anyway, why don't we just head that direction and see what we find. Who knows, maybe one of those Sephirahs will be down there too? Rio: Um, alright...but don't you think a lot of people will be there? Alzedeth doesn't strike me as something that's easy to contain... Collin: I... guess? I'm open to ideas, did you have some other plan in mind? Rio: Well, if Lobotomy's half as observational as Maya makes them seem, I'd bet they have a security room even on their airship that's bound to have eyes all over the place. But if you'd rather not be in a place like that, I'd understand... Collin: No no, it's fine. I just wasn't really thinking about there being a place like that. Can you figure out where that is somehow? Rio: Not without being able to access parts of the ship; but modern human technology is so laughably primative in comparison, I'd have better luck trying to hijack the cameras remotely. Collin: Is that... safe? Surely they'd have security systems or something to stop that sort of thing. Rio: Well, it's either that or we just do this the old fashioned way and hope we find the room we're looking for by chance and guesswork...unless something can scan the ship for places with profuse amounts of electronics. Collin: Well, I... don't really think I can help you there. I guess we don't have much of a choice then. Just be careful, alright? Nodding, Rio looks around for one of the cameras, carefully opening up the maintenance panel beneath it and plugging in a wire she retrieved from her sleeve. Her visor flickers varying colors briefly before settling back to her usual appearance as she disconnects and replaces the panel. "...I think I know where to go, but also, I think there's just one Sephirah on this ship...I don't think she noticed me, though. She seemed occupied; it looked like she was with Maya and the others...I guess they convinced her to help or something?" Collin: My gut says that's wishful thinking, but who knows? At any rate, you lead the way. Let's find what we're looking for before things start going sideways. [Meanwhile...]

Maya: Azreldeh; that's not just some employee, that's--!

Azreldeh: Hod, one of the Sephirahs; yeah, I got that. I'm kinda in her head right now...and her everything else. You weren't kidding about Lobotomy being a bad place...but the good news is that I know where we need to go now! Too bad nobody can tell the others... Daedalus: I'm sure they'll figure it out. So where do we need to go, then? Azreldeh: Well, it's pretty much straight down this hallway, but there's also a bunch of employees up ahead, and the amount of them that are both alive and still in Hod's division..is very small. Needless to say, she's really upset about this since she kinda has a councilor role back at Lobotomy...

Clair: Do you think anybody would recognize Maya?

Azreldeh: None of the employees on this ship, but Hod does. She feels...guilty. Scared. And...angry? But not at Maya...her feelings are really complicated, but I don't think she wants to work with Lobotomy anymore, which is great news for you guys, and fantastic news for me!

in the market for a new body or somethin’? I guess it would be less magic intensive...

Maya: Don't think you can just walk out of here with her...Sephirahs are the brains of Lobotomy; arguably in a literal sense. Her body would give out within minutes of her being outside of Lobotomy's territory.

Azreldeh: Yeah, yeah; whatever...shouldn't we be going somewhere or something? Daedalus: Always the bleeding heart, huh? Alright, let's get headed down there before things get any messier. The group heads further down the hall, which is very much bustling with employees scrambling to get from one half of the ship to the other. Several of them try and stop Azreldeh to ask Hod questions; "has anyone contacted Angela with the updated situation;" "do you know if the abnormality is secured;" "should we still be sending suppression groups to the abnormality's holding area;" all of these Azreldeh answers rather coolly in passing. After clearing the hallway, however, Hod seems visibly overwhelmed with enough anxiety for the both of them.

"...We really need to get out of here before this thing lands...if it gets where we're going, Angela will..."

Maya: ...She'll recognize me, and she'll try to kill us all. She might even try to destroy the entire ship before we even land if she finds out I'm here...

Clair: ...But nobody recognizes you besides Hod, right?

Azreldeh: You're right. We should be safe so long as she can't access the ship's cameras or Hod herself...but Hod still seems uneasy... Daedalus: So we just need to work fast then, right? Find Alzedeth, get the other guys, and bail. That's not a super long checklist. Azreldeh: Theoretically, yeah. I'd say we're about halfway there now...Maya, you should go find the others and tell them how to find us. All you need to do is get back to this hallway somehow, and Alzedeth will be at the end.

Maya: But won't that blow your cover?

Azreldeh: Not if I keep Hod with us. Now get going, will you? We need to be fast; I'm sure those guys won't notice another scrambling employee running through.

Mulling it over for a second, Maya turns around and heads back the other way to find Rio's group. Daedalus: So what are we supposed to do in the meantime? Azreldeh: We'll all meet up at Alzedeth; so the three of us should just keep moving. Daedalus: Easy enough. I was expecting a lot more insanity around here, honestly. Azreldeh: This won't get chaotic unless someone figures us out. We should be clear until Angela finds us...or unless, hopefully. Daedalus: Go with "unless". I'd prefer us all not dying horribly, thank you. Clair: ...This is such a mess...why did I even leave him behind after we cleared out OZ?

Azreldeh: What would you have to gain from lugging your brother's soulless body around in a suit of armor that's gonna trigger half the IT if they think about it for too long? Daedalus: Not to mention that you weren't really in a position to pack your things before we got you out of there. It was sort of unavoidable, really. Clair: But if I'd had Alzedeth, then maybe--...

Azreldeh: Nope, gonna stop you there; you won't get anywhere thinking like that. Zenith wouldn't have been better off with his soulless body hanging around. I mean, what the hell would he have done with it?

Clair: Lived!! We could've had his body out of the armor; we had the sword; we had Zenith; if we'd just done something, then Zenith wouldn't have had to die!

Azreldeh: And your mom would still be alive too; just full of speedwell poison and a little angrier than she was before she saw you all again. Maybe you'd still be human too, but then what? So you and Zenith /don't/ fight your mom; that means that Jay has to, right? Another kleivenn? How do you think that would've ended when she already had so many others...? Daedalus: Clair, I get it; it sucks to think that maybe if something had gone differently, things would've turned out better. But at some point, you have to understand that playing the "what if" game is only going to hurt you in the long run. Latching onto the past is what made Alzedeth in the first place. If you don't learn to let go, it's just going to make you do something you're going to regret. Trust me on that one. Clair goes bitterly silent as she looks for a response she can't quite articulate into words, accepting that glaring at the floor would be a better decision than speaking her mind. Daedalus sighs quietly. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't easy. Doesn't help that we're sort of on a time crunch either..." Clair: ...I just don't want to let him go like this... Daedalus: There's nothing left for him here. I think you know that at some level. This was always just sort of... delaying the inevitable. Clair: But it's not fair! He didn't even get a chance to have a life; now suddenly I'm probably immortal, most of my family is dead, and I just have to...to move on?! It's not that easy! Daedalus: I didn't say it was easy. Shit, you've arguably got it just as rough as the rest of us honestly, and a lot of it being so recent isn't gonna make it any easier to push through it. That doesn't mean you shouldn't start, though. I was a complete nutcase because I literally could not move on from Aperture. I don't want to see you go down that same road; that's why we're all on that dumb soda machine together. We're supposed to look out for each other... or some other sappy bullshit like that. Azreldeh: Part of your problem is that you're just kinda sitting on all that grief, too. Jay did that once and it literally brought Demo back from the dead in the worst way possible. If you're this haunted by "letting Zenith down," you know everything that led up to that will...quite /literally/ come back to get you, right? You need to let go; and coming here to stop Alzedeth's just the first big step to doing that.

Clair: ...I don't know if I should thank you, or if I should be fearing for whatever kind of life I have now...

Azreldeh: I get that a lot.

Clair honestly has a really good character despite her being 100% combatively useless

Daedalus: Hasn't been that bad so far, in my experience- Wait... How do you know about that, Azreldeh?

Azreldeh: Maya told me about a lot of stuff that happened on the IT when she got drunk one night. She always talks about either things she's afraid of or her family when she gets drunk, so she doesn't get drunk unless it's /reeeeeally/ late. Daedalus: That sounds..... fun? Azreldeh: I mean, most of you are asleep at 4 AM, so it was either that or watch somebody sleep...

Clair: There's...rooms dedicated to doing other things, y'know...

Azreldeh: ...Yeah, but it's not as fun without other people around. Daedalus: Go bug the robots. They don't need to sleep, right? Azreldeh: Oh yeah, Chessman 5000 and the Cowardly Little Toaster would be great company for a gal like me. Daedalus: C'mon, I'm sure Rio has a crazy wild side to 'er. Azreldeh: I don't wanna think about how intricate that walking circuit lasagna is. Jeez, what's taking those guys so long to catch up...?

god, Azreldeh has some good lines in this one, lmao

Rio, Collin, and Maya have managed to find a series of hallways that leads around the one filled with employees, and, coincidentally, the majority of the airship, though the final hall seems to let out near the end of the crowded hall. Maya: Ugh, we really didn't have the time for that kind of detour, but there's no way in hell you two could slip past all those Lobotomy bastards... Collin: Sorry about that. I wasn't really expecting something like this when we left the IT... Maya: It's fine; we just...seriously need to catch up with the others. Collin: Let's not burn any more time, then. The others are just down this hallway, right? Maya: Yeah. They wouldn't go in without us. Collin nods and heads down the hall with the rest of the group. The two groups finally converge at the end of the hallway, where a large, metal door is bolted shut and sealed with a multitude of curious and unrecognizable security measures. Daedalus: ... Sure looks inviting, huh? Just need a welcome mat and they're good to go. Maya: So all we have to do now is...break in, destroy Alzedeth, and escape. Seems...

Azreldeh: Dangerous. Maybe even stupid. We might be killed.

Maya: Just a standard day in Lobotomy, then! Let's break this thing down. You can get in, right?

Azreldeh: Of course I have clearance. Nobody else is even in there, so this should theoretically be the easiest part. But there's also a ton of cameras in there, and everyone will get suspicious if they go offline...

Rio: How long has the room been unoccupied?

Azreldeh: Looks like...roughly an hour?

Rio: I'll connect with the cameras and replay an edited loop of the footage until you're done. It'll look smooth until we need to be gone.

Azreldeh: Man, I didn't expect you to be so prepared for a break in! We should try to steal something cool the next time we go somewhere! Collin: Please don't be a bad influence. We're not wandering cat burglars... Azreldeh: Hmm, but this door's gonna make a ton of noise when it opens; that's gonna be kind of a problem...

Maya: Mmm...I don't have anything that could muffle it either... Collin: I... think I can do something about that? Hang on...

He steps up to the door and holds one hand out to hit, resting his other hand on the opposite forearm. He takes a deep breath and stares intently at the door, which then briefly flashes with a blue light. "Okay, that's not gonna hold long but it should do the trick." Nodding, Azreldeh turns to face the massive door, swiping her right hand from right to left, which causes the bolts to roll back and the door to slowly unlock and open.

"Alright, demolition's turn! Rio's got the cameras; Clair...can go in if she wants; you guys better act quick if you can't do that trick again, though, 'cause we'll need to lock it back when we leave!"

Clair: I...I can't. I can't watch it. I'll stay here... Daedalus: Don't really blame you. We'll get this over with as fast as we can. Azreldeh: Alright, I'll...not totally close the door behind you, but I'll at least block the view. Good luck! Collin, Daedalus, and Maya step inside through the doorway. Alzedeth stands alone in the center of the room, quiet and immobile as ever. He does not stir when approached, only patiently waiting for something to happen. His armor has been stained with the blood of others, presumably the Lobotomy employees that dragged him onto the ship, but beyond that, there are no signs of any changes from the previous encounter. Collin: Jesus...

Daedalus: Who would've thought something could be so damn terrifying without even having to move... Maya: He doesn't even have any weapons on his person...if he doesn't fight back, all we'd have to do is break the armor and tear out his body... Daedalus: You have such a way with words sometimes.

Maya, 100% desensitized to any and all bullshit: let’s fight this bitch

Collin: I could probably break off pieces with spells, but it's probably gonna take quite a few hits. Maya: ...This feels so wrong. He's just soulless, not dead, right? Is it really okay to just...do this? Daedalus: What else are we gonna do? We can try not to hurt the body inside, but how's Clair gonna react if we just walk out with her brother's old body? Maya: ...I guess you have a point. We're just killing something that's already dead, huh...? Alright, let's get this over with... Collin: Alright, everyone get ready. Let's see if he's gonna do anything if I try taking that armor apart...

He wrings out his hands for a moment and then quickly slings out a gray bolt of energy from his right hand. The projectile strikes the left shoulder of the suit, weakening the connecting pieces attaching it to the torso. Alzedeth recoils at the blow, reaching up towards the area he was struck, but does little more beyond holding it. Daedalus: ... Shockingly peaceful for a blood-soaked suit. Listen, should I just... do one clean stab through this thing and get it over with?

Clair probably told him not to fight back

Maya: I...think that's probably for the best, unfortunately. Daedalus: Alright. Collin, weaken that chest plate. I'll do the rest...

Collin nods solemnly and throws another bolt at Alzedeth's chest. While the spell travels through the air, a single spear of white-hot flame flares into being in Daedalus' hands. He charges after the bolt, and right after it hits, he drives the spear straight through the suit's chest. Alzedeth stumbles backwards, shakily reaching for the spear protruding from his chest before collapsing onto his back, his arms falling with him. Closing her eyes tightly, Maya shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and heads for the door, exhaling as she does so.

Maya: ...Never gets easier, does it...? Daedalus: I hope it never does...

His spear disappears, and he turns to follow her out, Collin close behind them. As the group exits, Azreldeh closes the door behind them. "Alright, it's over, Clair. Now we just need to get out of here..."

Rio: ...I don't think we're gonna make it... Collin: What? Why? Rio: ...There's another Sephirah on the ship...you said only Hod was here, but...

For the first time since the group has seen her, Hod finally breaks past Azreldeh's hold, if only to whimper out a singular name: "Angela..." Daedalus: Well, this has been fun, but I think it's time to run like hell, right guys? Maya: We need to get off this ship now!

Clair: B-but what about the Sephirah that Azreldeh's in? Won't she die?!

Azreldeh: ...Oh, absolutely; if Angela finds her after all we've done, she'll be dismantled for sure. ...Oh no, why do you know about this too...? Quit making me feel bad for you, ugh...! Daedalus: Ah hell, if she's dying either way then either take her or don't. We can't waste time standing around! Azreldeh: Ugh, fine...I'm gonna look like a baby goat after this; but we really don't have the time for options!

Leaving Hod, Azreldeh pulls Rio closer after she disconnects from the cameras. The power goes out in the entire hallway as a massive red circle appears beneath the entire group, a smaller circle appears beneath Azreldeh, with four even smaller circles containing varying runes and symbols within them gravitating around it. In a flash of light and a powerful gust of wind, the group is returned to the IT, Hod and all, though Hod's now dysfunctional body collapses to the floor of the console room with Azreldeh, whose horns have shrunken down to tiny, gray nubs.

Nydins: Wh--what the hell?! Couldn't you use the door?! And who is that?!

Azreldeh: No...no time...we gotta leave...we gotta leave now...don't care...where we go...just go...

S1: ow the edge

S2: all redo: electric boogaloo

S3: panic attacks to the max

S4: self destruction for self defense

Nervously, Nydins spins back around to face the console, sending the IT off to an unknown destination. Collin: Are you okay, Azreldeh? That seemed like... a lot. Azreldeh: I'll...live. You should be worried more about the robot, I couldn't help it... Collin: Crap, what are we gonna do about her? Do you know what it is that ties her to Lobotomy like that, Maya? Maya: I don't...something to do with the intricate make of her body, I'm sure; but only A and C knew about that; and I...didn't really get to talk to either of them.

Rio: ...Don't worry about it. We'll figure something out; just stay away from Lobotomy.

Maya: Oh, I fully intend to for the rest of my natural life; you don't need to tell me. Collin: Should we take her to XL's room for now? Maya: I guess so...Sephirahs aren't built like an average android or robot, though, and they aren't entirely human, either...I don't know if she'll be able to do anything; repairing Hod would need surgery and robotics...

Nydins: Good thing she can do both of those things. To a point... Daedalus: Well, I'll leave voiding her warranty in your hands. I'm... gonna go lie down for a little bit. Rio: ...I'm sorry you had to go through all that. If there was anything I could've done to help without getting somebody hurt, I would've. Daedalus: Bah, don't worry about it.

He waves a hand absently over his shoulder as he walks out of the console room.

Collin: Here, I'll get Hod over to the- wait a second... Jay, you can come out now. Crawling out of Collin's pocket, Jay glides a bit away before shifting back to normal.

"You couldn't have done anything anyway; all you could do was look through the cameras, right?"

Rio: ...R-right! I guess so...b-but if I could've helped, I...probably would've done more! Collin: You did fine, Rio. Honestly you kinda surprised me with that bit about manipulating the camera feed. I didn't think you were so sneaky. Rio: Well, I...had to be to get around Greenfinger sometimes...n-not like that matters now...

Maya: Okay, I get that you're nervous; but you're tripping all over yourself like a drunken prom date suddenly. What the hell got into you?

Azreldeh: ...You don't wanna know that... Collin: What is that supposed to mean? Azreldeh: L-listen, we were in a hurry, and...and you guys needed to leave where you were as quickly and safely as possible; so I just...did that. I took everybody with us. Well, everybody close... Collin: ... What did you do? Azreldeh: ...I...I know, this is gonna sound ridiculous after all the other stuff I'd done; but, I mean, that place was a nightmare; they weren't just gonna dismantle her, what I saw made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't leave her behind; not after seeing everything she'd gone through; not while knowing what would happen if I left her behind, but those things don't have human souls; they're too much like AIs; so I couldn't really...put her...anywhere...else? Collin: ... Oh god dammit. Azreldeh: Well, I wouldn't really say a god did it, but, thanks for the admiration...?

Maya: Admiration; you're lucky he's not trying to blast you back to hell!

Azreldeh: H-hey, look, you guys are all about protecting the innocent and stuff, right? This isn't hurting anybody, I mean, Rio's still there too; she's just...got a roommate. Collin stares straight through Azreldeh for several seconds as he tries to process her words, until finally he turns to Rio. "... Are you okay?" Rio: I'm fine! I just...wish she'd asked first, but there wasn't really time for it...b-but I'm okay! Hod isn't bad, she's just...very sad. But if we can help her, then I'm okay with doing this until she can go back to her real body. Collin: ... Alright. I'm sorry. And you...

He turns to Azreldeh and starts trying to say something, but the words catch in his throat as his thoughts smash together in a pile. He shakes his head, giving up, and turns to leave the console room. Curling her tail around herself uncomfortably, Azreldeh hides herself in her wings as she quietly mumbles: "...I really messed this up, huh?"

next time, we uhh...pop the top on fixing Hod, and some other stuff happens! I think

#[S4]

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Survey #382

“’cuz if i stand up, i’ll break my bones, and everybody loves to see a fall unfold”

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''nobody praying for me'' by seether

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