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February 15th, 2007. The rematch. Promotion; The USFC

After pulling off an upset victory over defensive wizard Wilfredo Pedroza, Midas climbs the light heavyweight rankings. eventually, he earns his rematch against a rival he and many others believe never really beat him.

After his shocking TKO victory over #1 contender Wilfredo Pedroza, Midas toppled the other contenders one by one.

After a big win, many fighters take time off training to rest and recuperate; to avoid injury. But not Midas, no no no.

Creator heightened Midas' training regimen to levels not thought possible even by the once incredibly endurant Rooney.

Midas had been chiseled into peak physical condition, but below the surface, he could feel physical predictions of what could very possibly be his downfall as a fighter.

But he knew what was next for him, the literal (courtesy of creator) and metaphorical aches and pains of his loss to Dark had boiled and festered. He wanted this; he was hungry for it, starving even.

and during training, he finally got his wish.

"see that?" creator barked while they watched dark's last fight.

"He's uncomfortable with the pace..." Rooney observed.

"that's right, I've upped the intensity for a reason. if It's geared to pour it on all 20 rounds it won't even go 20."

Rooney cringed inwardly at the backhanded description creator seemed oh so eager to use.

Rooney continued his observation. in a game of jabs, dark was unmatched. He blasted his left jab with authority now, abandoning the whipping jab that only seemed to bother the younger Midas in their first fight.

He used it as his Pacemaker, he used it wisley and sparingly; timing it just right.

creator had left to finalize some fights with the commission, so Rooney continued watching.

He'd been so silent Rooney had nearly forgotten he was there.

"Don't listen to "im kid, you're not an it." Midas was confused as to what Rooney meant by this but nodded his head in understanding.

He had noticed that every time creator referred to him, Rooney would make a certain face. He wasn't sure what to make of it, but it couldn't have been good.

He could scarcely understand why. it never bothered him because creator had just always referred to him that way.

The two watched in comfortable silence, formulating a gameplan.

Rooney spoke up.

"It's all a system." He declared.

"Everything comes off of that jab; the cross, the left hook, the combinations all start with the jab." He braced his hands on his knees in thought.

"The first step to dismantling this system is to shut down his jab and force him to fight your way, at your pace." He turns to Midas

"You're not gonna be shifting your feet as much, not at the start anyways. as long as he can land that jab on you, he'll force you into a long-range sniping battle at his pace. So, starting tomorrow, we're gonna focus on countering the jab from your "native" southpaw stance." Rooney stands up and assumes a right-handed stance. He beckons Midas to stand as well.

"From an orthodox stance, the right jab from southpaw comes at a very odd angle; instead of coming straight at you, it either comes over your shoulder or it comes from inside your own jab." Rooney throws a very slow jab at him.

Reacting on instinct, he pulls back at an angle and arcs a slow right hook that still seems to catch Rooney off guard.

He smiles

"Good thinkin' kid, that works like a charm as well."

The two had drilled how to counter the jab endless times, Rooney had also taught him the art of the high-guard.

"The common misconception with the high-guard that's even done by people at a high level is that the high-guard is just putting your hands up and taking punches on the guard. now that KINDA works but let me show you the drawback. put your hands up."

Midas did as commanded, and Rooney threw a stiff hook on the side of his guard.

"Still hurt, right?" Midas nodded

"It didn't hurt as much but i still felt it."

"Even if your hands are up, damage is still damage. The high-guard isn't just some "keep your hands high and tight, then hope for the best." It's an art just like evasion and requires pristine timing to pull off."

Rooney put his hands up.

"Throw some at me." He ordered.

He threw a stiff salvo of lighter punches, but Rooney did something Midas had never seen in over 250 fights.

instead of just sitting there taking them, he only tightened his guard in the areas Midas' punches were gonna land, and he didn't even do it very much.

He timed blocks so that the momentum of the punches only grazed his guard and continued sailing by harmlessly.

for straight punches, He'd move his arms just slightly as if to parry, even taking one hand away from his guard to catch or parry a punch.

Rooney dropped his hands.

"Now that may look risky but Look at this. Put your hands up."

He held his hands up the same way Rooney did.

Rooney threw a slow straight right and he caught it the same way he did.

Rooney stayed in that position while explaining.

"With you catching my right hand, not only am i in a very vulnerable position, but i have only one punch i can follow up with." Rooney threw the left hook afterwards, and it landed harmlessly on Misas' guard.

He finally began to understand.

"The point isn't to make them miss, it's to limit their options." Rooney nodded.

"Exactly, and with your familiarity with the cross-guard you'll make for a jabber's worst nightmare."

as the fight drew closer, the Becker P.C was still very much alive, even with its owner fast asleep.

As it would seem, Midas wasn't the only one doing research on his opponent.

While not being thrilled with the idea of fighting such a difficult fight once again, as a celebrity, he had to put up with much ridicule following the first fight.

you were gifted that fight.

you better kiss the chief commissioner's feet for that decision!

They ought to put you in prison for grand larceny with that robbery!

It all made dark so bitter, so angry.

as the fight drew closer, he wanted nothing more than to punish the one he thought responsible; Midas.

'He's gotten bigger." Chosen said behind him.

in less comfortable silence, dark replied.

"...so have I."

"You were both far too young, must've been 16 when you two first fought."

"How old you think he was?"

"Probably around the same."

They were watching Midas' fight with Pedroza, who'd given dark all kinds of problems in their fight.

"He throws so many punches...how do you even beat that?"

"I like to think he's speeding, Pedroza's not putting up any "roadblocks" to stop his momentum." She looked to dark.

"Your jab will be that roadblock. If he starts speeding, slow him down a bit. see what im saying?" Dark nodded

The fight drew closer yet, until both were in their dressing rooms.

The training was over, now it was time from both sides to put their tactics to use.

"Deep breaths kid...Yeah, just like that." Rooney soothed Midas' growing nerves.

"You got butterflies in your stomach?" He was nervous to answer, any sign of weakness around creator usually resulted in whatever sadistic punishment creator seemed to have on his mind.

"You don't gotta answer. we all feel it. In fact, it's good that you feel it. it means you're here; it means you're alive. It means that you're not an it." Midas felt a strange sense of gratitude and... another emotion he just couldn't seem to name no matter how hard he tried.

"But if it helps, try to look at it less as fear, and more as excitement...like a roller coaster!" He looked up in confusion.

"A what?" Rooney looked like he was getting ready to explain but stopped himself.

"I'll take you to one someday..." Rooney trailed off as another emotion Midas couldn't name played across Rooney's eyes.

"Alright kid, you ready?" He put on his game face and nodded.

Rooney clicked the link, and they were transported to a snowy forest with c clearing in the middle and old, towering stone structures.

Once again, boulders littered the area for the amp rounds.

Dark and Midas eyed each other from their corners as the announcer announced.

"Ladies and gentlesticks, we introduce our main event for the light heavyweight championship of the world!"

"In the red corner, weighing in at 176 pounds even, standing at 6'2 inches with a record of 233 wins, 6 losses with 193 big wins by way of knockout; the champion, the dark lord!"

"And in the blue corner, weighing in at 174 and three-quarter pounds, standing at 6'2 and-a-half inches with a record of 268 wins, 9 losses and 241 big wins by way of knckout. introducing the challenger; MIDAS"

The crowd boomed their appreciation, and it would be far from their first time doing so.

The two approached each other in the middle of the arena, the snow on their skin doing nothing to ease the fire these two had.

"Alright boys im expecting a good, clean fight. fouls will be met with a warning first, then a point deduction. 3 point deductions will result in a disqualification. remember to protect yourself at all times and to obey my commands. Touch up and let's get started."

the buzzer sounded for the 1st round.

Midas first tried to jab his way in, using tricky footwork to outmaneuver his foe. He baitied darks jab and attempted to counter it with his own, but dark simply stepped back or side stepped to avoid it.

He eventually caught on that Midas would jab after faking so dark would quickly follow up his jab with another one and caught Midas several times.

He rethought his approach. Instead of rushing forwards to land his jab, he instead cut off the arena and attempted to corner him and get dark to react on fear.

He used this tactic well and managed to arc his own jab around Dark's shoulder. he even timed dark into his jab while dark was jabbing.

But ultimately, dark kept his jab more active. he almost certainly won the round.

"Alright kid, Hes not biting on any of these feints because you're not using them enough. make him pop his jab too early or too late, keep him guessing!" Rooney advised.

"I-I mean i don't even know what to say, that was a perfect round! keep doing what you're doing and build off of this momentum. keep that jab active and he can't get to you." chosen praised.

In the second round, Midas began to use head and foot feints more actively, he leaned his head slightly forwards to fool dark into thinking he was closer than he actually was and used foot feints to cut angles and cheat distance.

however, dark began to intercept Midas' jab with his right hand. But Midas was evening out the game of jabs, landing numerous snapping right jabs on dark.

So far, the judges had their work cut out for them. the more the fight went on, the harder it was to score.

towards the end of the round, dark landed a swift 1-2-3 combination. the jab baited out Midas' jab, the straight intercepted it and the left hook topped the sequence off.

dark HAD landed more power punches but as far as number go, Midas landed more punches in general. the second was even

"Remember what we practiced kid, keep those arms up but keep them loose until punches start flying at you. keep your lead hand active to act as a wall for his jab. Remember, he who controls the left, controls the right and he who controls the right, controls the fight."

"you're doing great dark, keep it up and keep on adding more punches. you'll get this guy outta here in no time."

in the 3rd, Midas kept a more defensive mindset. He did as Rooney asked. He used his lead hand to control the jab and, consequently, to control the distance.

he either stopped Darks jab before he even threw it, or he batted it off course. whenever dark tried to follow up with the right hand he would use his high-guard to essentially "shrug off" most of the force from the punch. he also found that he could slide his lead foot slightly to his right to slip dark's punch.

But with Midas' defensive mindset, he had a much harder time getting any offense going. Neither man landed much but dark threw the most punches of the two in that round.

"You're starting to shut his jab down, good. hes getting more and more hesitant to throw it. Now when he bites on those foot feints, throw the right hook."

"You're sweeping this fight so far, but don't overwork yourself. get that jab more active and sprinkle the right hand and left hook to keep him guessing."

In the 4th, Midas enacted his game plan. He marched forwards but not in a straight line. He kept his high guard active and dark began to throw his jab less and less.

Dark attempts to initiate an exchange, but Midas slides his rear foot to the left and loops a right hook over Darks jab, wobbling him.

He rushed in an attempt to get an early finish, and the two erupted into a momentary brawl that left the crowd explosively appreciative.

Midas once again stunned dark with the same sequence he used earlier; he threw the right hook and followed it up with a left hand down the middle.

Midas once again tried to get the knockout, but the buzzer sounded to end the 4th.

"Great work kid, great work! See what happens when you shut his jab down? he doesn't know what to do. But don't get careless, we're still down a couple rounds but i think this fight is mostly even. Slow him down a little and dig into his body" Rooney cautioned.

"Alright...Look at me...Okay...Alright, look that last round was a little rough but i think we're still up by a round or two. Keep an eye on his right hand, he's trying to use it to stuff your jab."

He came out more aggressively in the 5th, ramming his jab out in an attempt to either back dark up or bait out his own jab.

The two once again erupted into a brawl when Midas entered an exchange with a lead left hand. Dark pulled back and caught him with a 1-2 but Midas instantly slammed a right and left hook to his midsection punctuated by a right hand to the side of darks head while moving to his left and back to range.

once the buzzer sounded, still no one knew who was winning. One of them had to make a bold move to get ahead on the scorecards.

The two once again matched each others' jabs, but dark marched into a 1-2-1-2 combination, Midas utilized his head movement and high guard to their fullest, and none of the punches score. MT followed up with another lead left hand, and dark just pulled off the center line enough to get away from the punch.

Midas pivoted into a right hook to the body to cut off darks escape and dark attempts a lead uppercut but is intercepted by a left hook.

"Nice round kid, keep going to his body. This next round, i want you to ramp up the pace a bit, make him uncomfortable. That's all the advice i got for you."

"Watch out for his body attack, his body shots were giving you fits in the first fight, don't let him get it started again."

In the 6th, Midas started strong, landing thudding lefts to darks head and stinging rights to the body. but dark wasn't completely out of it.

He jabbed to Darks head and threw a sharp straight-left to his body. He noticed dark dropping his guard slightly.

he tries it again, intending to add a right hook but dark intercepts his jab with a left hook over the top and a right uppercut while Midas tries to dig to his body.

The two yet again slugged it out, and he fell back into his old habit of chasing dark in a straight line, allowing dark to move laterally and reset the distance.

It was yet another even round that saw no clear winners, and yet Midas couldn't help but notice dark huffing and puffing on his way back to his corner.

"That wasn't bad but, damnit kid you gotta stop doing that! if you keep chasing him straight-on like that he's just gonna walk you into that right hand. when he starts moving laterally, move with him. inch closer and closer like a Sherman tank."

"Good work, keep resting the distance like that. when you reset the distance you reset the pace keep moving and moving, pop that jab while you do."

if the last few rounds were even, the 7th is where the tide shifted.

Midas did as rooney asked; He blocked, slipped and caught darks jab intending to build counters off of it.

He also found it much easier to corner dark while he moved with him instead of chasing. He also found that dark threw panic punches when he felt he was being pressured into something.

Once cornered, Midas let his hands go. He threw a 1-2, intending for dark to throw back. Dark threw a 1-2 of his own, but he slipped the jab and caught him with a perfectly timed left hand, stunning him badly.

Midas began to put on a masterclass, smoothly slipping punches through darks guard and digging to his body whenever necessary.

he threw quick punches to the head to entice dark to raise his guard before slamming hard hooks to his sides.

The 7th round was the only round so far that had a clear winner.

"Keep it up kid, we're taking this fight back. But try this, when you corner him make him throw with you. He can't out-brawl you and he knows it which is why he's trying to stay on the outside.

"What did we talk about in training?! Never stand infront of someone with an inactive guard! You can't keep letting him corner you like that, when he tries to do so, fake one way and go the other."

The advice chosen have was good but dark was too spent to properly follow it.

The 8th round wasn't much better for dark, Midas began to switch his footwork up, finally finding enough of a groove to search for those hidden angles.

He continued with his earlier tactics and skillfully blocked, slipped and countered most attempts dark made to keep him at bay.

But he wasn't completely out of the fight. In fact, dark could hang surprisingly well at such a high pace.

But he didn't just throw random bombs, he was smart with his explosions, waiting for an opening to present itself once Midas began throwing. But this tactics was far from ideal, as he was still getting scored on.

Dark did use the momentum to spin him and exit the wall his back was up against to reset the distance but Midas continued setting up his body shots and used hook to cut dark off when he tried to move laterally.

"I like the pace you're setting, ramp it up more and more and this guy is toast!"

"Alright alright, that wasn't as bad as it could've been. I think it's time we switch it up, i want you to fight with your back to the wall. Whenever he digs to your body rip those hooks and uppercuts to his head."

In the 9th, Dark's new pace actually caught Midas off guard.

He fought off his back foot, trying to lead Midas into punches that mostly swung at air.

His combination punching were still issues for Dark, but he began throwing with him, timing him into hooks and uppercuts.

In the mid-point of the round, dark caught Midas with a left hook over his jab. He steps out and uses another left hook to try and set up a right hand, but Midas steps out and slips it, landing with a right hook on Dark's momentarily lowered guard.

The rest of the round was an even slugfest that saw both damaged but dark was once again the worse for wear by the end of the round.

Midas had a cut opened on his right cheek, but dark's cut was above his left eye.

"Target that cut, once he can't see that right hand coming the ref is sure to stop him on cuts!"

"Defend defend defend, do not let him tee-off on that cut otherwise you won't see that punch coming."

Midas came out in the 10th determined to gain the initiative, but Dark wasn't eager to let him.

Darks' constant jabs and movement gave off the impression of a fighter who didn't want to fight, and this angered him.

Sure as the sun rises that he had dark right where he wanted him, he tried to add insult to injury by attempting to beat dark at his own game.

He followed dark's slower pace and was even scoring on him, he could win this after all!

At least, that's what he thought. Little did he know, Dark was lining him up for a nasty overhand right over his jab that caught him flush.

For the first time in the fight, Midas was staggered.

"No! No No No! You practically gave him that last round on a silver platter, what the hell's wrong with you! You never try to beat someone at their own game unless you're confident you can!"

"That was a good punch you caught him with, line more of those up and you'll put him away in no time"

Midas tried to come out more aggressively in the 11th but dark instead threw combinations to make him raise his guard before circling away. He then countered him from long range.

Most of the round went this way with Midas getting visibly frustrated.

At the end of the round, Midas used his tricky footwork to bait the initiative before shifting into orthodox and slamming a hard overhand right and left hook combination into dark's head.

But he had the sense dark was planning something, he readied himself but the buzzer ended the round.

"What you did at the end of the round...More of that, i wanna see more of that. When you do that, he comes to you and he's not as good on the front foot against a fresh opponent.

"Keep doing what you're doing, if you keep him busy then he can't fire back once you start moving away. Even if they're not landing clean they still count for something."

Midas came out more slowly in the 14th, dark had first assumed it was fatigue and began to try and pressure him.

His intuition proved to be correct, Dark sprang to life and began landing combinations.

But he made the mistake of trying to stand and trade with Midas.

He rallied back, making dark back up several times.

The round was volatile, when it seemed one finally established control the other would quickly and violently wrench it from their grasp.

Towards the end, Midas landed a 1-2 and dark immediately tried to counter with the left hook. He used his momentum to slide his right foot to sn extreme outside angle. He then turn shifted into orthodox, using his new left lead foot to land a left hook through Darks guard.

The two had beaten each other bloody, and Midas was seeing double through his good eye, but the worst was yet to come.

The 15th was more high paced than the last, the two stood in the middle of the arena and didn't leave the spot for a majority of the round.

They traded blazing combinations that left their faces a crimson mask of viscera.

Both fighters would rather die than back up, the two had all but abandoned their gameplans and put everything into taking each other out right here and right now.

When the buzzer signaled the end of the 15th, but fighters didn't retreat to their corners.

They stood before the other, eyeing each other down defiantly through the blood, sweat and very few tears.

"alright boys, c'mon time to pack it up." The ref ushered the fighters to their respective corner.

The 16th was more of a high-paced chess match but dark seemed the worse for wear, but then again, there weren't many who could match the menace's stamina.

Midas landed hard combinations, flowing his straight and looping punches into a smooth cacophony of devastation. It was all dark could do to survive.

The round had ended, and both where damaged badly. The fight was dead even and would be judged by these last few rounds

"Okay kid, Amp rounds are coming up. you know what to do"

"Okay dark, Amp rounds are coming up. You know what to do"

The two met at the center again, the beaten fighters still attempted to stare each other down while the ref laid out instructions.

"These are the amp rounds gentlemen, which mean no holds are barred. touch up and lets get the fight going.

When the buzzer started, dark immediately took flight, Midas flew after him but dark landed swiftly and hurled 2 of the large boulders at him.

Midas blasted them to bits as he flew, and sent another one at dark, but he moved just in time. he landed near dark with a large explosion, sending him careening away.

Midas began following the instructions of a seemingly invisible coach that knew exactly what to do.

Dark quickly recovered from the explosion and decided to engage in hand-to-hand combat again.

Midas sees this and allows volcanic crystals to encase his arms.

Dark utilized leg and body kicks from range to slow him down and one of them hurt Midas' knee badly.

Catch The ravenous voice bellowed.

He caught dark's body kick and floored him with a nasty overhand that he was sure to break bones.

Dark may have outpointed him as far as strikes, but Midas' activity and the knockdown may have evened up the round.

In the 18th, dark tried to go back to his plan of using kicks at range, but Midas was in his flow totally and completely.

Move forwards. The same voice said once he caught darks body kick, this was good at forcing dark backwards and applying pressure.

Check! MT lifted his shin and checked a leg kick dark threw.

He was all too familiar with this voice; he didn't know what it was or where it came from, but it'd always been there.

It was ravenous, cantankerous and it wanted blood. It scared him

He continues to shut down darks kicks to the point where dark is desperately plodding forward in an attempt to reach.

"-Are definitely setting a strike record according to the judges" Midas vaguely heard one of the arena-side commentators say.

Then Midas did something he never did before.

Punish him the voice demanded.

He was unsure what to do.

Punish him, let it all go! It demanded louder.

Suddenly, he felt his confidence go through the roof and into cloud 9, he felt on top of the world, like he couldn't be touched.

He dropped his hands and turned to the commentator.

"Count 'em up!" He demanded as he smashed a jab into darks face.

He picked dark off at range; his long straight punches and looping hooks easily found their way through his guard and busted him up.

"I'm the best in the usfc!' He yelled as he landed another 1-2 and dodged Dark's return fire.

"I'm the best there's ever been!" 2 more hooks wobbled dark.

"I'm the best there ever will be!" another 1-2-3 combinations sent dark's blood splattering in the already crimson-tinted snow.

In the 19th it seemed the same would continue, Midas kept exerting his volume until dark haphazardly rushed him with and overhand right.

He took a step back, shifted into orthodox and pulled dark into a brutal knee that slammed into his side.

Dark doubled over and sent a blast at Midas to make space.

He gave chase but dark shot a double leg and attempted to wrestle him to the ground.

Midas planted himself and put a whizzer in on one of dark's shoulders, but dark got an ankle pick and went into a full mount.

Dark used his superior wrestling to maneuver Midas into worse and worse positions.

He reversed the position and found himself on the bottom half of the north-south position, but Dark took his back while Midas tried to posture up.

Dark sank the body triangle and attempted to sink the rear-naked choke, but where Midas' offensive wrestling lacked he more than made up for in defensive wrestling.

He peeled dark's arms off him and controlled the limb before digging his way out the opening he just made, prying himself out of the body triangle.

The two stood back up and the round ended.

While in his corner, Midas had an idea.

He left his corner just as the round was about to start and pointed at the ground, signaling he wanted to stand and trade this last round.

dark also pointed at the ground, nodding his head.

The buzzer started and the two aired it out for the last 3 minutes.

The round was non-stop explosive action as the two fought tooth and nail for a last second KO.

But Midas got the better of the exchange and wobbled dark. He threw punch after punch, and the ref, as well as chosen, were considering stopping it.

Just when it seemed dark was ready to go, the buzzer signaled the end of the fight.

The two smiled and embraced, battered, bloody and exhausted the two awaited the judge's verdict in the others embrace.

"Ladies and gentlesticks, the cards spell a unanimous decision. All three judges scored the bout 6 rounds to 8 with 7 rounds even...And NEW, USFC LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD: MIDAS

He cried out in joy as he dropped to his knees, exhausted thoroughly.

The fighters were promptly escorted to the hospital for a post-fight check-up. The fight left both with injuries warranting a sat of a few hours. Midas needed to have the burns on his arms treated and dark needed stitches to stop the bleeding on his face.

The two sat in their beds, in silence at first.

"Heh, that was fun...dontcha think?" Dark was the first to speak.

'Yeah...it was pretty fun."

"You got some juice on those body shots, gonna be feeling that for a while."

"Yeah? you kept that jab in my face so much that I'm still seeing it." Dark laughed, and Midas felt a strange connection building.

The two had, less than an hour ago, tried to essentially kill each other.

Not only that, but they'd done it twice now.

And here they were, bandaged like mummies with blood still seeping through, laughing and joking.

Enemy, He is an enemy! The voice boomed yet again.

He tried to shake it away, but it was persistent in the back of his mind.

Eventually, dark was escorted out to get an x-ray done.

He came back in with a sly smile on his face.

"You broke my ribs and my jaw, good job!" He chuckled.

Midas was then escorted out.

They hadn't told him what his x-ray yielded until the doctor came in saying he needed surgery.

"Your orbital is fractured and the muscles in you eye socket are trapped, we'll need to operate but lucky for you, it's on the commission's dime this time." He pulled a syringe out.

His eyes widened as the voice boomed over all else.

POISON, Don't let them!

The doc drew close to inject and Midas struggled, trying to keep him from injecting the poison.

"Shit! nurse, help me restrain him!" He thrashed and yelled, even activating his powers before feeling a pinch in his neck.

NO! The voice yelled as everything went dark.

Midas woke up on his desktop next to Rooney, who went giddy at the sight of him.

Rooney embraced him tightly.

"You did it kid, you did it! I'm so proud of you!" He felt that same, unfamiliar warmth spread across him. But this time, he welcomed it.

However, the joy was short lived as creator barged in.

"You let the fight go the distance and nearly lost...That is unacceptable...I've had this planned for a while but i think now is a good time to go through with it." He said with a sick smile

"You, With Me, Now!" He pointed to Midas and demanded.

He reluctantly obeyed, and creator took him to his personal window.

Midas was frozen in place as creator began re-writing his code.

His vision dimmed as searing pain soared through his body.

He screamed, it felt like he was being ripped apart and burned alive all at the same time.

He felt something on his left and whatever it was seared into his skin.

Rooney came running but froze in place.

It was over, Midas cradled his left hands with whimpers as steam leaped off of it.

Rooney looked closer and his features blanched.

It was a recall brand...Now he could never escape.

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oh man this one's been a long time coming. sorry for the lack of updates, life's just been super busy and ive been turbo-burnt out.

I did some experimenting and took the emphasis off the psychological side for a more tactical approach as this fight scene was supposed to be a tactical chess-match that slowly turned into a slugfest, which is why it seems so drawn out.

I will eventually go back to my original approach but i had to beat writers' blocks somehow, and why not do it while updating my story.

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bunnakit · 4 months

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every month of 2023 🌸

thank you so much for the tag @sparklyeyedhimbo my beloved!

i've only been making gifs since september and watching bls since june. prior to that i was actually working a lot on my art and writing and working on my legend of zelda OC, vasru (i miss you bb i swear i haven't forgotten about you - someday ill come back to that massive wip project)

september 🌸

in september i posted my very first gifset! i made a few gifs prior to this but the quality was.. eh. these were the first ones i felt confident enough to post.

i also made a set for my favorite not me scene per episode

october 🌸

october i made my favorite gumpa moments set! i also made this single gif from only friends (which i have still never seen) which has the most notes of any of my gifs (tho gumpa is catching up)

i also made my gmmtv live papang set, papang show announcements set, my moonlight chicken almost kiss set, and my gaipa set

november 🌸

november i made way too many inspector m gifs. here's the 'official' set and then the honorable mentions set ! i think this is the month i showed the most growth and learned the most and really came into my own style.

i also made the beam (moonlight chicken) set, the save your tears mv set, bake me please ep1, this manner of death tan set (that did SO BADLY), my first the sign set, and bake me please e2

i also made this meme for my beloved @porschesbabydaddy

december 🌸

not the first gif i made of december but the first time i put subtitles on a gif, so a lil milestone. i made a lot of bake me please and the sign sets for december. i'm not going to link them all but basically page 1-3 of my gifs are all december.

i think my euripedes set and my would you mind it are my favorites of the month~

i've really, really enjoyed learning how to gif and experimenting and learning new things! it's really connected me with so many people and i can't wait to see what 2024 brings for all of us.

i'm being a nasty lazy lil guy and anyone that wants to do this pls feel free bc i dont wanna tag (im sure most have already been tagged lol)

#tag game #gif making #not me the series #gmmtv #papang phromphiriya #moonlight chicken #manner of death #great sapol #bake me please #the sign the series #kiseki: dear to me

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ablatheringblatherskite · 4 months

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10, 17, and 18 for the fic asks!! Maybe for the pirate au? 👀

HI CHLOEEE!! Ooooh, the Pirate POTO Fic?? why of course!!

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Why, of course!! Although I will say I've already forgotten what scenes I've posted so if I already shared this im so sorry, and i'll gladly share another scene instead if I have! Anyway, HAVE A FLUFF SCENE AND A DRAMATIC SCENE!!

On the fourteenth day of their cruise—about two weeks after their wedding—Raoul was standing at the bow of the ship and inhaling the air with his eyes closed. He had taken to doing this every morning, when the air was still chilly. And as Raoul let the ocean air envelope him and fill his lungs, he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves from behind him, around his waist. Raoul opened his eyes and beamed as he tried to twist around, but Christine held on tightly. Raoul laughed, trying to dislodge her enough so he could greet his wife goodmorning, but she kept turning away from him so he could only see her hair. Then Raoul twisted suddenly, loosening her grip just enough so he could spin around and grab her under the waist, lifting her off the deck and spinning while she laughed. He put her down, his hands remaining around her waist, and her arms now resting on his shoulders. “Good morning, my love,” Raoul said affectionately, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead and the loose curls that covered it. “How was your rest?” “Far from enough,” Christine chuckled, and Raoul smiled, pressing his mouth against her hair in an attempt to stifle a yawn. “Perhaps tomorrow we should sleep in different beds—that might be the only way we get any rest at this rate.” Raoul gasped dramatically. “Already sleeping in different beds, on our honeymoon?” Christine laughed, and Raoul smiled and wrapped her in his arms, swaying slightly with the ship. “Of course, if you so wish, perhaps just one night—but I would rather miss sleep for a hundred days instead of sleeping apart from you again.” Christine smiled at him, and instead of responding, kissed him on the lips. Raoul shut his eyes as she did, and they stood there for a few moments until the ship made Christine stumble out of his grasp. Raoul, who was rather good at keeping himself balanced on ships by now, managed to catch her just before she fell, and they both laughed as he righted her. “I feel the same,” she finally said, prompting a dorky smile from her husband. Raoul grabbed her round the waist and kissed her again.

That's the fluff scene, obviously tee hee hee. And here's the dramatic scene!!

Then the screaming began. Without thinking, Raoul grabbed Christine by the shoulders, turning her around to face him. She was pale as a sheet. “Christine!” Raoul bellowed, all but shaking her to snap out of it. “Get under the ship! Hide however you can! Go!” Christine’s unfocused eyes looked directly into his, and he felt a piercing pain shoot through his heart. She grabbed his shirt, shaking her head furiously. “I can’t leave you!” She cried, and Raoul gripped her arms with a fierce intensity. “There is no time! Go, now! I’ll find you once it’s safe!” And without another word he let her go, sprinting off towards the bow of the ship, ushering as many women as he could to safety. He glanced back to make sure Christine had gone and was both relieved and afraid when she was no longer there. Gritting his teeth, Raoul joined the men, who were distributing firearms amongst themselves. Raoul grabbed a gun and made sure it was loaded, letting out a tense exhale. He had read stories of pirates. Often, in fact, with Christine, when they were only children. He remembered that he was fascinated with them—the fearful, gruesome stories, the high-sea adventures, brutal punishments, and treasure. To a young boy, it had sounded exactly like everything one could ever want. Likely a large influence on why he joined the Navy to begin with. Meanwhile Christine was both fascinated and terrified of the idea of them. He remembered now, how he had claimed that he could fight any pirate off for her, and how Christine had laughed. How he had flushed, and how she had immediately reassured him that she believed him, and how she had kissed his cheek to emphasize her point. He wasn’t sure if it was true. But for Christine, it had to be.

17. When publishing it, will you have a posting schedule or will you just update whenever?

It probably won't be very consistent I'm so sorry 😭 because im thinking I'll probably write a couple chapters then when i start posting, edit just before that (because i DESPISE EDITING). and im not sure if ill be able to be consistent, but ill definitely try to be!! 😭

18. How many chapters do you plan to write ahead before publishing?

Maybe five?? it depends on how far into the story it gets, but that sounds like a decent amount of chapters in advance to me!

Feel free to send me more Unwritten/Unpublished fics asks here!!!!

#asks #ask games #Little Chloe!#brendadaaedestler #aster's writing journey #my writings

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notetaeker · 1 year

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Goodbye 2022

@peregrination-studies thank u for the tag! I love love planning and reflecting on the year so this was such a fun tag for me to do

What are things you've grown to like this year?

The process honestly. I've always been impatient when it comes to seeing results but over this year I started to appreciate the process of things? I've always been the type to start a project and then work on this project for 3 days until I'm done and by then I'd get so tired of it or be unsatisfied with the result because it doesn't reflect my tireless 3 days worth of work. But nowadays I start projects, put them away, continue it later, and it's been so enjoyable. I take time to fix any small things I would have ignored in the interest of time, start over if necessary. Just you know, processing it slowly. Instead of rushing toward the result, the experience of whatever it is- is the most important. It's still a work in progress but i think this is one of the things that surprised me the most in myself - the fact that I'm even able to do it. Other things I've grown to like: autumn lol and maybe even winter just a teensy bit.

What are things you've learned this year? Oof a lot of things actually. I think I'll make a list from my journal - Every morning I get to decide how to live my life / what I prioritize - Allah will open doors for you from placed you couldn't imagine - But you have to put in some effort and show you're trying - Living is much easier when you accept it instead of fighting it -Surely as the evening comes after a scorching hot day, so too will respite from whatever you're struggling with, it is the law of the world (the mercy of Allah) and all that was only until June asdlkj let me not make this too long lol maybe I'll make a post on stuff I learned this year

What works did you enjoy this year, be it films, books or other art? Books: The Secret Garden, Born a Crime Movies/Anime: Spy x Family, Julie and Julia, Also I watched all the spiderman movies on some random week like a crazy person Other art: sarah burns studio on youtube and her seascape watercolor paintings. They're so simple but also really beautiful

Is there something you're still looking forward to this year? There's only 2 days left! I was looking forward to buying yarn and I got it yesterday, so excited abt that. I'm hoping to go the beach today or tomorrow and see (sea) the ocean so :') excited for that if it happens (its so cold tho who knows). OH ALSO i wanted to bake cookies for my students for the first day of classes back from break and might make those early so that too ! :D

What would you like to see happening next year? SO MUCH omg - 1. Improve my arabic: I enrolled in an Arabic class because I've literally forgotten so many things so excited abt that. I also signed up for some other islamic studies classes b/c there was a discount so hopefully those are fun too! 2. take more notes !!! I keep reading / listening to such good stuff and telling myself I'll write it down when I have more time later and never doing it D: so next year hopefully I fill up a notebook or smth with those 3. Hopefully get comfortable with traveling / visiting places and then do exactly that 4. D: waiting on the result of my interview for a 2023 internship 5. turn some good deed into an unconscious daily practice. Rn I'm thinking sunnah prayers, because I've kind of dropped off from regularly doing them in the last year :( 6. ART. MORE REGULARLY. like i was doing this year :') im pretty pleased with the amt of art i did this year alhamdulillah

Tagging: @wayfaringmuslimah, @gushuwa, @wecandoit, @frenchiepal @humble-boness, @ckmstudies, @juliistudies, @heliops, @museeofmoon, @iwillsurvivecollege, @learnelle, @caffeinatediaries, @caramelcuppaccino

#tagged #skldjfksf did i write too much lol #oh well 😌

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italic-doing-random-shit · 5 months

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im too lazy to read all those questions so all of them

well fuck here we go

this took me three days-

1: Whats your biggest insecurity?

I've got three; my body(I feel too feminine), peoples true feelings in me, and my work ethic and effort

2: Biggest physical insecurity?

My chest/torso area

3: Do you like the person your becoming?

Yeah, I like the life I'm working towards is good and i can't wait to live in it

4: Whats the one thing that you thar everyone but you can do?

Actually get peoples attention irl, my voice isn't very loud

5: Do you suffer from anxiety/depression/ptsd/etc?

Yes, I used to, and I think so.

6: Where were you born?

Southern Texas, much more humid

7: What do you think people say behind your back

No good stuff, but that might be the anxiety

8: Do you look up to anyone?

Not really, most of my idols were shitty

9: What makes you feel guilty?

Do not get me started, I can start feeling guilty for someone's tone towards me

10: Boring hobby you enjoy?

Watching gaming videos

11: Do you like who you are around people

No, not really. I'm often forgotten and not included because I'm to anxious to start a conversation

12: Future plans?

Go to art school, start a comfy, domestic life

13: Tell a secret

I hate celery

14: Whats an embarrassing event your still really petty about?

I once got in trouble for involuntarily screamed during sex ed because there were pictures

15: Do you get wonderlust?

YES. EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME

16: Romantic prefernce

I prefer women/femenine people, but I am not closed to anything

17: How many parents do you have?

Four, two step and two bio

18: Do they get along?

No, not really. My dad and mom can never communicate and cause me to mediate since I was little. Plus, my step mom and dad often scream at eachother

19: Do you swear?

Fuck yeah

20: How many siblings? Relationship with them?

Four step siblings, two sisters, both older, two brothers, on older and one younger. I'm very close with my younger brother, Bold. I'm not very close with my older siblings, as they are on my dads side.

21: Ever hurt someone emotionally?

I really try not to unless they have hurt me badly enough, but I have had to turn people down.

22: Has someone hurt you emotionally?

Constantly

23: Do you believe in the afterlife?

Yeah! There's gotta be something after this!

24: What lies do you believe anyways

That my friend is straight, he sent a group chat that I was in a bunch of thirst traps

25: Do you consider yourself to be poor, average, or wealthy?

I'd consider my family to be better then average but not wealthy

26: tattoo meanings?

Id like a flower tattoo of something meaningfull, I'm not sure yet however

27: How many friend groups do you have? How do they vary?

I don't really have friend groups, but my irl friends vary so much

28: Do you work?

Not quite, I have a practicum do school however

29: do you want a partner for life?

Yes

30: Who have you never forgiven?

Nobody

31: What are you looking forward to now?

Long term: Meeting all of you and giving you all cupcakes

Short term: I'm going out of town soon

32: If there's anything you could've changed about your past, what would it be?

I wish I didn't show as much academic potential then what I truly have when I was younger. Less stress and maybe I could've been diagnosed sooner

33: favorite color

RED LOVE RED

34: Unpopular opinion

I don't like pizza, unless its hiiwain

35: Last good book you read

To kill a mocking bird, as boring as it was to read for school, it was still good

36: Favorite book

Wishtree

37: Favorite poem?

Don't have one

38: Favorite movie?

Luca

39: Favorite song?

This rotates very often, but currently, Partners in crime by Set it off

40: Favorite kind of food?

Sweet and chewy

41: What kind of food trigger your gag reflex?

No foods. But when I bone breaks and you can see the break, ill need a moment

42: What are you missing in your life

As fucking cheesy as it sounds, you guys. I don't like the majorit of people here and i need to hug you all

43:if you could chose your name—

I did, it’s Parker

44/45/46: earliest/recent/beautiful Dream you remember having?

I don’t dream

47: do you have a car?

nope! I’m not able to legally allowed to drive and I have hamaxophobia

48: are you scared of death?

nope, it happens to all of us. I just don’t want to speed up the process

50: Dream job?

I would love to create something like TADC, lackidasiy, or something like that. I’d love to create the story and work on the animation

51: are you religious?

Kinda, I grew up with a Christian belief, but I don’t affiliate with any specific religion. I believe there’s something out there, but not anything specifically.

52: how do you calm yourself?

distraction, if I get my mind off of what’s bothering me, then I’ll be fine

53: most annoying thing that happens daily

my bones popping and hurting

54: urban, suburban, or rural

Urban

55: one talent you wish you had?

I wanna play piano

56: do well or struggle in school?

depends on the class

57: speech impediment?

I have a bit of a stutter when I speak because I’m thinking to fast

58: most terrifying thing that ever happened to you?

getting outed without my consent

59: Happiest day of your life?

Meeting all of you, especially Zain

60: early, on time, or late?

yes

61: quirks?

None that I can think of, most that are visible is just me stimming

62: do you wish you could start tomorrow with a clean slate?

I mean, don’t I already do that every morning. In a sense of course

63: do you ever get paranoid?

yes quite often

64: do you believe in human souls?

kinda??? I mean, I think people are born with certain personality characteristics, but also I think it can be altered by environment

65: what’s a mistake you’ll never make again

making a chocolate pie and trusting certain people

66: what fandoms do you belong to?

utmv mainly, but I enjoy anything that you guys and gals bring me

67: Old urls

Used to be CallMeAdam, i was rotating through names I'd like to call myself, but I much prefer Parker and Italic now

68: How often do you lie?

A lot. Compulsively. Only to teachers and parents.

69: do you like the attention you get?

mostly, there’s some that I don’t like but that’s mostly irl attention

70: are you dating someone? What’s your favorite thing about them?

I am indeed! I love her confidence, but I adore everything about her

71: are you concerned about the environment?

yes

72: what stresses you out most?

Drama that gets blown out of proportion, school, going to my dads

73: credit, debit, EBT, or cash

cash. It’s much harder to track back to me

74: favorite historical figure?

I don’t know his name, but the dude who consumed his entire supply of pervirtin or however you spell it

75: what’s a movie you know is bad but enjoy anyways

Big, it’s awful but so funny

77: what’s your kink?

got a few; praise, dominance, and a few others I will only mention in private

78: what’s the on thing you don’t feel comfortable doing around friends?

there’s a lot of things, but talking is a big one

79: most prized possession?

heart necklace

80: are ever proud of yourself?

sometimes

81: do you ever tear yourself down?

yep

82: do you ever tell people how you feel?

maybe, depends

83: do you like it when people guess how you feel?

depends. If you’re wrong, im punching you(unless we’re joking around). If your right, then it make both of our lives so much easier

84: are you worried about someone close to you?

constantly, we’re all mentally I’ll and I’m way too empathetic for my own good

85: How many interview questions do you answer to yourself?

I don't exactly understand what this is asking, but I have done interviews before so just standard questions about my art work and life

86: if you could meet anyone living or dead, who would it be?

you already know who I’m going to say

87: if I had a clone of myself, and there’s not enough resources, would you get along?

most likely, im am very self sacrificing when it come to my mental and physical health

88: what kind of things confuse you

it can be anything if you try an describe it to me verbally

89: are to hot or too cold?

yes

90: What time period, other then the current one, would you like to be in

Well, probably somewhere in the 1500's,

91: what’s your sign? Does it match you?

Aquarius, and kinda

92: do you believe in astronomy?

no, but I still find it to be really interesting

93: do you like extreme activities?

some, im not very. Brave.

94: are you waiting for someone to save you?

not really, I want to save myself and bring others with me

95: can you remember the last time you had a deep connection with someone?

yeah, with panda on Sunday. It felt like talking to my future self/pos

96: do you like where you grew up?

nope! Terrible for my asthma, never felt accepted by people irl, plus a terrible problem with cis men being asshole and weird

97: favorite word

moonstruck; the incapability to be normal from being deeply enamored or in love with something or someone

98: do you think your interesting?

yeah!

99: what people do you wish knew me better?

my parents, all four of them. Maybe I’d be happier if they understood

100: are you okay?

not really, but I’m working towards being better

101: what’s been going on in your mind lately?

lotsa ideas for animations

#asks #tunny!! 🩷#Fucking christ

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drawnaghht · 1 year

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So! I think I've figured out how to tag both the leosagi and leochi ships.

Since this is mainly a BLOG and not just a random social media page, it will be easier for me to organize the tags as if this were a more traditional blogging site. So I will be trying to keep the tags as few and as relevant as possible.

I'll be mainly using YuiNardo / yuinardo from now on for just the Yuichi Usagi/rottmnt Leo ship, and stuff like my own fanart. it's specifically "show x show" for me (Yuichi x Nardo, bc those are their unique names in their respective shows xD) and not some of the fan OC stuff

leosagi for the general 2003 Miyamoto Usagi/Leonardo ship but maybe also i.e. crossovers where ppl draw all the versions?

katanashipping also for 2003 leosagi? like I guess I'll decide based on how specific it gets (edit 1.05.23) definitely about 2003 leosagi, since that's where it originated from

I'll use 2003 leosagi when it gets more specific i.e. fanfic recs or longform comics which I wanna find later

Rise Leosagi for the 2018 versions that people have made their own, based on the Miyamoto/Leo ship (lol this might be difficult to retag, cuz I'm not sure what I've tagged with what anymore)

Sliderbunny for people's own versions of rottmnt Leo and (both romantic and platonic ships, cuz there aren't as many posts for this anymore)

and I guess Leochi for something more specific? like that's been the tag now for Leo/Yuichi but I'm not sure where it started from so idk how to use it but I guess I'll find out when I see more stuff in the tag lol. might use it just for reblogs/fanart but I’ll see

I can't remember any other names so those are it for now. I probably won’t use the longer names like Yuichi x Leo, Miyamoto x Leonardo etc just bc I find it tedious to use that many spaces in tags when tagging can be sorta annoying to do on mobile and then fix later on PC. I’m more of a “tag and go” kind of person and I like my tags to be easy to write.

like im sorry I write so much (I don't enjoy writing lenghty things) but i legit need to tag like an oldschool blog occasionally bc I ENJOY finding stuff on my own blog later. it just makes sense! it is so confusing going thru multiple tags for the same thing when it could have a singular tag. or a single new tag for a specific use. and I've forgotten to do that after using social media so much for so long lol

anyway this isn't that important i am just chillin and remembered that I thought of this and needed to post it so I wouldn't forget.

more related random thoughts under the cut!

Thinking of that, I guess the tag clogging starts to make sense, considering how much people are more used to the "tag clouds" popularized by twitter and instagram and social-media-like sites before those (the sites inbetween blogging and web 2.0, maybe, but didn't really use those as much so I don't remember either) + the confusion about what the og leosagi was (+ maybe general tmnt fandom confusion over various versions of media for the franchise)

lol it's gonna take a bit long but I'll reorganize the blog more once I have a bit of time on the side from other stuff. now it feels nice that this blog isn't actually that big yet. I don't use sideblogs very long usually and it's my first time actually making anything TMNT related for this long, so it'll be interesting seeing where this blog will go in general. like how it's probably been subtle that while this userhandle/blog started as a tMNT sideblog, I actually have started blogging more about Usagi Chronicles now bc I like the show. and idk what else I'll post if I have time but I will probs keep it as a reblog blog anyways!

I try not to write long blog posts on tumblr anymore but I think the whole "leosagi-leochi tag clogging" point brought up in the "Why do we ship leosagi" video is also just a good point abt how we don't really treat blogs like blogs anymore. every sort of behaviour online has become so influenced by the want to make it trend or have it at least be read at all ("social media" aspect of online behavior now) that even stuff like ao3, a fanfic site, will have tags like "AO3 algothithm, PLEASE be nice to me" when sites like that don't even HAVE algorhithms. it's interesting to think about but also a bit sad on the side because that "tag clouding" does seem to be the only way for some works to become noticed on the above-mentioned actual social media sites. this almost makes me miss sites like deviantart and blogger because things always felt more centralized and easy to find vs twitter, insta or occasionally even tumblr.

ANYWAY

lol all this just to organize my thoughts on ship tags

if you've read this far, lemme know if there are any other tags ppl use? or are there any other types of tagging conventions we should bring back i.e. mashing the names together?

#drawnaghht #sideblog #aghhtposts #fandom stuff #thought piece #ok maybe i will tag just a few of the ship tags #yuinardo #leosagi #leoichi #sliderbunny

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the-timeless-founder · 2 years

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Crossroad of Destiny

When Saeclus should have died, but destiny is a funny little thing isn't it? Aphaeleon would agree with me. I hope you enjoy <3

"Are you here for the dagger?" The young boy, frozen to his place for fear of a dying but deathly Founder, who's eyes didn't bothe looking his way at all, gulped heavily.

Even at such a state, he could feel the ancient power that could end his barely begun life. Surely a demon would-

"Come and take it, child. And fear not, I've no intentions of causing you harm."

What...?

"You can kill me still..."

"Why would I?"

"I'm an Angel - any demon's enemy. Even on their deathbeds, they would claw and tear at us to leave a mark."

"Oh sweet child..." He chuckled, but never finished what he'd started. Instead, he let his hand wander to the handle of the blade that had cost him everything, pulling it out slowly - agonizing pain blazing through his veins, and yet he stayed silent.

The dagger was then tossed at the young Angel, landing right beside his feet. The boy's eyes watched - wide with confusion and wonder - as his ears caught wind of the demon's muttered words. "You have to go home..."

Something pulled at his heart - young as he was, he was not a fool. He was sent here as something of a sacrifice for the far older, more powerful, demon by the cowardly men who dared call themselves the knights of heaven.

"What is your name?"

"What does it matter to you, child..."

"It is undignified and shameful to not know the name of the man who spared my life - demon or not." The young boy said as he walked over, the dagger retrieved, and sat by the man's body on the ground.

Saeclus almost laughed - at the end of his time, an Angel would keep him company as he passed - but opted for directing his gaze at the changing blues of the sky. "Saeclus Sanguine."

"Who did you love, Saeclus Sanguine?" The boy asked, out of nowhere, his eyes not daring to meet the man's even now.

"... the stars." He muttered softly, eyes half lidded as the faces of many - Nocsis, Carla, Devyn and some more - flashed before his eyes. "The bright, the graceful and the beautiful."

"Why did you leave?"

"It was pushed upon me."

"By whom?"

"The beast, the serpent, and the clever." His breath was almost spent now, eyes set on the sky as faint blue turned to crimson at dusk. "The basest of all creatures can bring the highest lows..."

Daylight creeping away, the young boy with hair as white as his reigment, turned his head to the demon's face, meeting his golden gaze with his bruised blue one. "But what is it that killed you?"

The answer would be the heavenly blade stolen from the Heavens by the clever, now retrieved by the younger boy who's task was completed the moment he was handed the blade. And yet...

"I was forgotten."

He softly whispered - the last of his words - as his eyes fell closed. But who can say which venom was to take the soul from his body - the white or the void - as the Founders' last spear lay at his deathbed.

The young boy then placed a hand on the man's wounded chest, right below where a beating heart would be, and worked a miracle for the demon - rewarding a noble deed with another - and put him to deep sleep.

"And I was forsaken. But you returned my life to me. A demon, among all beings, took pity and showed kindness." The boy said, a faint light illuminating their surroundings. "I don't think you deserve to die forgotten."

The spell was ancient - the power of a Heavenly being - easing the mind and body of any being. Nevertheless, this man would awaken one day - graceful as he was today - in all his power, glory and without the pain of having lived a life so long and unnatural.

The wind grew slow and silent as a Stormbird screamed in the far distance, and in gentleness, it took the man's grief away.

With that, the Angel finally spread his wings, and - for a reason unbeknownst to him - felt more powerful than ever before. Swiftly, he took to flight, beginning his ascent towards his realm of birth.

So lay the body of the Demon World's most timeless, and for once - at the very last - he slept in peace.

#it's all probably fine #don't worry about it #my writing #drabble #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #saeclus sanguine #saeclus #dl oc #my oc #aphaeleon #Spotify

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pupuseriazag · 1 year

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tw: venting about unlove:

Four months have passed after that "man" broke my heart. Treated my like he was interested, talkrd daily with him, he was there for me in some low moments (during which I would cry because I didnt felt enough for him or anybody), flirted and showed me signs he wanted me

Only for him to suddenly start being less and less caring with me, stopped giving me all those words and spent less time with me.

And I, in a stupid moment of weakness... Confessef my feelings for him

Wanna know something funny? He didnt reply in the moment. I talked to his friend and he listened to me talk how much I appreciated and loved him... How much I was willing to do for him. And he agreed we would've be nice together... That he was rooting for us and he was glad he had found someone so "nice" and "caring" as me.

He talked to him... 3 hours later he gives me the bad news... He is mad and sngry at his best friend for using my heart and not actually wanting to b with me... but still leading me on to believing we had a chance.

I was broken again, man. How. Many. Fucking. Times. Has. It. Been.

Time and time again I end up likr a fool.

And then he texted me. He was sorry for making me go thru that... After I had told him I was on the verge of stress for no one wanting to put the effort or wanting to fight for me.

He said that for weeks he did felt love for me... But realized he did not wanted to actually make the effort.

Thats when it happened. Thats when I got confirmation that no one would fight to be with me. Thats when I got confirmation that Im not enough for anybody... That theres something in me that people are easy to let me go.

Why am I not interestinf enough to keep them around? Why am I not pretty or handsome enough to keep someone? Why am I not... Anything actually special...

I was going everything alright... I've never hurt anybody and yet Im always the one hurt

My heart realized that night... That no one will ever truly love me like I love them...No matter how hard I search. No one will come to my life like I daydreamed when I was a little child. No one will work hard to be with me, no one will. No one will make sure I understand I am so....So very loved by them. No one will rver treat me right... And for some reason I dont deserve it.

But I know I do dederve it. I do deserve all those nicr things... But why does it never come? Why am I always thrown back to the ground amd forgotten?

I dont want to turn into the "I CAN love myself 😤😤" because I dont love myself. Being me has never made anybody feel like they want to fight for me... Not even myself.

And you knoe what I hate? I fucking despise the "Oh calm down! :) God will give you a nice MAN soon! Its all God's plan and God's timing is perfrct 😌"

I DONT WANT TO KEEP FUCKING WAITING. I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL MY STUPID LIFE TO HAVE SOMEONE LOVE ME DEEPLY AND NO ONE TO THIS DAY HAS EVER DONE SO. WHY DOES GOD WANT ME TO GO THRU THIS?! JUST SO I CAN """VALUE""" THE ACTUAL ""CORRECT"" PERSON?! I ALREADY FUCKING DO THAT WITH EVERYONE.

ITS FUCKING UNFAIR FOR ME TO ALWAYS HAVE BEEN EITHER A FUCKING EASY TO LET GO PERSON AND NEVER HAD ANYBODY SHOE ME THE ACTUAL LEVEL OF LOVE I NEED AND DESERVE I FUCKING HATE IT I HATE IT A LOT

I DONT DESERVE ALL OF THESE HEARTBREAKS

I DONT DESERVE ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO ME

SO IF GOD HAS ANYTHING IN PLAN FOR ME IS PROBABLY JUST TO FUCKING LAUGH ST MY FACE FOR EVERYTIME I BELIEVE I FOUND THE CORRECT PERSON.

WHY CANT I HAVE LOVE NOW???? WHY CANT I FEEL LOVED NOW??? WHY DO I NEED TO KEEP WAITING AND FALLING AND FALLING IN NEW TRAPS SO CALLED LESSONS?!?!

ITS ALL BULLSHIT TO ME

I just... I dont want more people... I think I deserve love... But it always feels like god and the universe dont think I do...

So guess what? You won. Enjoy seeing how from time to time I cry again to sleep becquse of how unloved I feel. But I wont try it again. I wont open my heart to anybody in that way again.

Enjoy watching how I have to write fanfics and hyperfocus on those becquse I want to feel some type of love nesr me... And at least my mind is good and crrating those peope that do care for me

#moona rambling #Sorry I just...#Ya estoy hasta la vergs. Honestamente

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iressails · 5 months

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hi there!!! I’m your content creator secret santa 🤫🎄 how are you?? do you have anything you’re looking forward to this (holiday) season?

I’ve checked out your blog to see what kinds of things you enjoy, but I’d love to hear from you directly 😊

what are some of your favorite shows and movies? who are your favorite characters? ships? do you have any particularly favored music artists lately? maybe specific songs? maybe you even have some favorite books you’d like to share! what about favorite colors?

is there anything you absolutely DON’T want? lol just in case 😅

I hope you have a great rest of your week!

HII!!! I have been preparing for this question for a couple of days and right now immediately I've forgotten everything I know and like, and have ever liked.

[Pause to review my blog and get my thoughts in order]

i love red, green and orange. all the traffic lights baby!

Im looking forward to the holidays it's been... a year.

My ship (just the one rn *sob): I'm currently in Homicide: Life on the Street (1993 - 2000) hell. I love Frank Pembleton and Tim Bayliss with my whole heart, but a 30 year old show and 65 year old men are a bit of a hard ask even from a kind Santa. Bayliss was my first canon bi character on TV and I've not been right since.

Update: Earlier in the year I was heavily into Joanne Davidson/Kate Fleming from Line of Duty (2012 - 2021) until I was gratified by this fic: Bleed into me by Authorette and somehow never thought of it again.

(Yeah not sure about the non-canon (but one half queer in canon) unhappy ending cop duos being my shipping highlight of the year)

Movies: I love Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001), Pride (2014), Barber (2023), Gattaca (1997), Romy and Michele's High School Reunion (1997), Trust (1990)

Shows: Bob and Rose (2001), Homicide ..(ahahaha) Trust me (2017), Borderliner / Grenseland (2017)

People: I think Rebecca Ferguson, Raul Esparza, Hunter Schaefer, Lesley Sharp, Ethan Hawke, Carla Gugino, Laura Main, Brain Molko, Emma D'Arcy, Vanessa Kirby, Katie McGrath, Caity Lotz, Toby Stephens, Adrienne Shelly, Alexander Skarsgard, Patricia Arquette, Emerald Fennell and David Harbour are just so pretty

Characters: Omar Little (The Wire 2002 - 2008), Catherine Cawood (Happy Valley 2014 - 2023), Christine Chapel (Star Trek Strange new Worlds 2022), Alex Vause (Orange is the new black 2013 - 2019), Nomi Marks (Sense8 2015 - 2017), Joan Holloway/Harris (Mad Men 2007 - 2015), and Deran Cody (Animal Kingdom 2016 - 2022), Charles (Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994), Carrie Mathison (Homeland 2011 - 2020), Patsy Mount (Call the Midwife)

As for hates... I dont like too many fancy fonts on gifs, or double exposures that make people look like they have two heads (I'm guilty of this, yes, yes). Not big on the music. My spotify wrapped this year was where I was reminded that I had just listened to Alanis Morissette, The Crystal Method, Bright Eyes and Placebo and things-to-run-to as I always do. Every year. It is an utter wasteland.

Thank you in advance I'm sure whatever you make will be wonderful. I love this exchange so much. Both ways giving and receiving.

#i am a heathen and do not read #please let me know if this was helpful? i'm feeling that all of these old things are probably not helpful...#oh lordy look at me go with my cops and criminals and unsorted queer

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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Im Blue Ch11 Tsunami Incoming

Ever fall asleep and awake in darkness? That was her life every day since that incident, but she might as well have forgotten it by now. She couldn't change the past after all, not like she could if she wanted too anyways. Oh well. Such was life I suppose. You had to make due with what you had, and she had to make due with the fact that she had to move around in darkness. Luckily she had the layout of the home already from her many years of being there bumping into things, hitting her head, falling, giving her grandmother plenty of heart attacks in the process, feeling around, until she eventually got so used to it it was practically routine at this point with everything specifically put in place where she knew where it would be. Which is exactly what happened when she woke up that morning and got up from her place on the bed. Throwing the blankets off herself as the sun rose across the sky, even if she couldn't see it, she sure felt the warm sunlight on herself and she had a knack of waking up around the same time each morning anyways so it was good for her normal routine. It wouldn't take too long for her to run into the shower, make herself look presentable, and make her way towards the door of her room. The echos of her footsteps thudding down the hall and towards the stairs this early morning. By the noises and small thudding of footsteps downstairs, she wasn't the only one up at this hour either. The older woman was already sweeping away at the floors and working the store front by the time Blue made her way down the stairs but looked up towards her once she noticed her granddaughter's prescence.

She smiled. "Good morning, Sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"

Coming down the stairs, Blue nodded in the direction of the woman's voice. "Yeah. Thanks. You seem busy today."

"Oh no not really. But you know I can't just let the place gather dust like some old attic. I've got to uphold some kind of standard for our customers after all. And what will you be doing today?"

"I thought I'd make some more of those tea mixtures," the butterfly woman answered reaching the bottom of the stairs and standing there for a moment. "I know you brought more tea leaves and dried fruit in so I might as well make myself useful and do some more work."

"Oh. Cooped up all day in that stuffy back room again? Wouldn't you like to get out every so often?"

There was a small pause with her until she ultimately shook her head no and smiled. "No. You're much better at greeting customers than I am, Granny. Besides....I'm still....unnerved about letting this all die down first before I show my face in public again."

The old woman frowned but sighed. "Alright. I can't force you out again especially when what happened was my fault at the core. But don't coop yourself up in hiding forever."

"I won't. You know I won't...And for the last time don't apologize. It's not your fault for what happened. It was...an accident. Besides. I'm the one who got lost and got in the way." She forced a smile again. "Everything's fine now. ....Excuse me." She turned and began walking away. "I need to start working."

Her grandmother watched her go trotting off towards the curtain seperating the back room and storage from the rest of the small home with the store front before sighing, shaking her head, and going back to sweeping away at the floors. Guilt washing over herself like waves on the ocean surface. She felt like it WAS her fault that she ended up in this situation to begin with, and it might've even put any progress of hers back, but Blue was right about one thing. She needed some time, and wait for this to blow over. So for now she would let her be and do her job. With consisted of making the mixtures of whatever tea her grandmother made or any specialized orders than came in from clients. And as so she went. Antenna twitching left and right to any sounds as she easily made her way across the familiar room like many times before to one corner of the back room. A small table with a chair, motor and pedistal to grind down any herbs or spices, surround by small shelves and drawers with bags of labeled dried herbs, spices, dried flowers, roots, and fruits, and what ever she needed to place into the small tea bags before being sold out somewhere. She happily took her seat right at the table and in an instant got to work. Pulling the grinding tools towards herself and setting to work reaching out, hand grazing over a few drawers before stopping, reaching inside it and pulling out chamomile tea leaves and the process repeated with dried blue berries and rosemary. Setting them all into the small stone like bowl before using the pedestal to start grinding them down into that small tea leaf blend easily recognized by everyone. All that was left for her then was to take the small tea bags they had and begin pour the mixtures into them before carefully but securely tying them up to be sold out in the store front, setting the finished product in a small tray to the side she would later take to the store front for her grandmother to arrange however she wanted on display to catch potential customers' eyes. Chamomile was one of their more popular ones and even it had varieties. This particular one being one of her favorites. Chamomile tea with blueberry and rosemary infused with it. It wasn't the most hardworking or highest paying job in the world, but with her condition it was time consuming and it was something she could do despite it so it all worked out in the end for her. Speaking of time consuming, it was surely a long and lengthy process just to grind them to a fine powder before getting ready for bagging and then there was the small spills she had to clean up which could also take a bit considering she couldn't see the mess very well either. Which was what happened when she accidentally dropped the very last one after a while of working. Pausing as it spilt all over the floor and her lap for a moment...before she sighed and got up. The rest of the content spilling from her lap to the floor as well adding to the mess to clean up. Whelp. There was only thing to do. Walking away from the mess she stepped towards the closet where the brooms and cleaning supplies were kept, grabbing the door knob, and opened it-

And then it hit.

The floor under her feet shook and Blue yelped at the shaking sensation. Her body tripping over herself and falling onto her behind, the contents of the closet spilling over her and she let out a ground as the mop handle hit her head before falling to the floor beside her with a thud. WHAT WAS GOING ON!? Her hands sunk into the floor as if trying to grip something as the shaking sensations of her body muddled anything else and light panic sunk into her body. As if electricity was coursing through her body just without the pain. It felt like an hour when in reality it must've lasted for no more than twenty or so seconds before it finally stopped. Leaving her panting on the floor, antenna standing on end as she did so.....WHAT THE ACTUALLY HECK WAS THAT?! WAS THERE AN EARTHQUAKE OR SOMETHING!?

"Blue!?"

"Gah!" She jumped blinking and turning her head at the approuching footsteps and worried voice of her grandmother.

"Honey are you ok? I heard a noise...Why are you on the floor?" She flinched as a hand grabbed onto her forearm and the older woman started pulling the frazzled form of her granddaughter off the floor. It took a second or two for Blue to stand herself up on wobbling feet still breathing as she nodded.

"Y-You didn't feel that?"

"Feel what?"

"That-...T-That earthquake! Everything was shaking like it was in a blender!"

"Honey, nothing was shaking. In fact it looks like you tripped over the mop."

"I-...Y-Yeah. I guess but Im telling you there was ...something!"

".......Blue." Her grandmother patted her hands for a moment. "....Dear. I think you've been under too much stress lately. I think you should stop working for a while and relax. Here." She tugged on her arm making Blue wobble a couple steps forward as she did. "I want you to come sit down and watch the store for a moment while I run out and grab a few things. Relax a little bit. Then afterwards I want you to take a break from working for a bit and just relax. Ok?"

"But I-...." She sighed antenna going back to pin back at the sides of her head. "Sure. Yes. I can sit down and watch the store."

"Good. Good. Uh...Go ahead and go sit down ok? I'll just clean this up real quick before I leave."

#my hero academia #mha #mha selkie #i'm blue #boku no hero academia #bnha

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