#is this about first kill but also about dodge from locke and key?

[glasswaters]

I cannot love softly.

I am nothing if not a wildfire - a sharpened knife.

said I to my first love, when she drew her first breath, and then her last: I’m sorry for consuming you. said she, with venom in her blood: come. take my beating heart. it’s yours.

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[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x11: You’ve Got a Friend

“Being a hunter means always being on the move. No matter how hard you plan, no matter how hard you work, at a certain point, we all run out of road. It’s what we do with those crossroads that defines us.” 

After the show left us with a thrilling cliffhanger of Kyle getting Akrida-killed, and John getting framed for it, we start this week at the clubhouse. Mary, Carlos, and Lata are cleaning up after the Wilcox invasion (who left behind all his Akrida research). 

They hear a noise and find John, bloody and zombie-like, in the hallway. 

He later fills them in on his escape and the Akridas’ plans. The gang concludes that John and Mary need to get the hell out of Dodge. They can’t trust anyone since the Akrida are everywhere. Lata has a sudden inspiration for figuring out who’s an Akrida. Apparently Maggie had a bracelet that could “pinpoint anyone harboring a dark secret.” They can use it to suss out the Akrida! Lata and Carlos head back to Mary’s house to find the bracelet. 

While hunting for the bracelet, a sweet story of Lata and Maggie seeing Alice Cooper in concert reminds Lata that Maggie loved Toastettes, and she knows where to find the bracelet!

Meanwhile, Mary and John head out to stay at Samuel’s hunting cabin, but get as far as the car’s trunk before Betty finds them. Betty is HALF John’s size, but somehow he doesn’t fight the arrest and she takes him into custody. 

Back on the bracelet hunt, Lata finds a rat poison container (because everyone in the house loved Toastettes so Maggie had to hide them) and the bracelet is inside! 

Lata lets Carlos (and the audience) know that the bracelet was supposedly a creation of Erebus, the god of secrets and shadows, for his followers to discover the hidden secrets of their enemies. Lata makes a move towards the bracelet and then it snaps onto her wrist. WHERPS! The bracelet also comes with its own handy-dandy terror shadow! It locks the duo in the house and takes out all the lights.

Mille and Mary rehash what happened the prior night. Millie thinks they can trust Betty with their hunter/Men of Letters secrets. Listen Millie, the first rule of Hunter Club, is DON’T talk about Hunter Club. She argues they need a cop on the inside. 

At the police station, Betty brings John a coffee in the interrogation room and checks to see how he’s doing. A hold-over from the mid-century good-old-boy detective club, Detective Klett, arrives to bust John down a notch or two. He gives him grief about his ex arresting him, but then plays good cop and tells John he knows he didn’t kill Kyle. He did. HE’S AN AKRIDA, Y’ALL. He pulls out the photo of Dean and demands an answer to who he is. 

Back at the house, Lata reads that if whoever wears the bracelet has a dark secret, they will have to confess or the shadows will consume them. Carlos can’t quite process that his ray of sunshine has a dark secret. The shadow snatches him before they can talk more!

Carlos finds himself stuck in a dark, cold, sparsely decorated room. Lata can hear him calling, and he can hear her back. They call for each other until the shadow manifests itself as Maggie! 

At the clubhouse, Betty gets her first glimpse into all the studying John’s been doing in school. It’s a lot, folks, and Betty’s not having it. 

Before Betty completely storms off, Mary pleads with her to check for the three marks on Kyle’s neck.

Lata confronts the specter masquerading as Maggie, even as Maggie pulls her into soft reminiscing about the time they used to spend together. Maggie tells Lata that she’s harboring a dark secret - and that secret is the key to finding Carlos. Shadow!Maggie smokes out and hauls Lata into the cold room with Carlos. She finds him half frozen on the bed and barely responsive. She lights an oil lamp for some meager warmth - the same one Carlos failed to light. She claims that knowing the knack of lighting the lamp was “muscle memory” and as Carlos watches, Lata reveals that the creepy room was once a part of her home.

At the Clubhouse, Millie tries to talk Mary out of her jailbreak plans. “I was young and dumb once, too.” Lol. Convincing Mary is like talking to a wall. Millie ends up with an assignment to call for backup from Lata and Carlos, while Mary heads out to stake out the precinct. 

At the precinct, Klett, the Akrida detective, smirks. John’s cracked already - he promises to reveal all about Dean Bean. Instead of the man’s identity, John spills out a handful of rock aliases (sooooo accurate though) until Klett catches on. Klett reacts…poorly. But John’s confident that this Akrida framing push reveals something important: Dean Winchester, the man of mystery of the hour, is a threat to the Akrida. “Nothing of this earth can harm you, so if he’s a threat to you and nothing of this earth can harm you… Well. That would mean he’s not of this earth.” We all stroke our chins sagely over this. 

The Akrida cop declares that John’s now of little use to them. He threatens a staged car crash during the transport to state prison, which will kill everybody involved. John’s bravado deflates at that, and he’s left once again to stew in regret and other fun human emotions. 

Back with Lata and Carlos, we get the dime recap. Lata’s dark secret + bracelet = creepy cold room. Soooo the fix is easy! Carlos presses her to drop her secret. “Lata, you know I am prone to long, slow-build, catharsis-driven theater, but I don’t think we have time for a one-act play here.” 

She brings up her origin story as told in episode 6 “Art of dying.” There was something she didn’t say - someONE she didn’t bring up. Lata tells Carlos about Sania, her family’s housekeeper. Sania was like a parent to her, and one day Lata took some leftover food to share with her. When her father found out, he tried to beat Sania. That’s when Lata hit her father with the oil lamp. Carlos tried to declare catharsis between them, but the room holds fast.

We have to wait for the rest of story-time, because Millie is trying to call Carlos and Lata. They won’t pick up, though! It’s still forced-sharing hour.

Lata was dragged back to the house by her father, and her mother sided with him. Lata, angry, packed up her things and ran away. But Lata’s leaving only protected herself. Her father blamed Sania for what happened and locked her in the cold room one very cold night. Sania froze to death. Lata looks around the room and sees only the terrible ordeal that Sania went through. Carlos pulls her into an embrace and lets her cry. The dark room lifts from them like light and they’re back in the kitchen once more. The bracelet falls off of Lata’s wrist. 

They have barely a moment of breathing time before Millie bursts in. She finds them on the floor looking shocked but apparently being part of Monster Club means that some questions are just exhausting to pursue. Millie shrugs it off. They’ve got bigger fish to fry. After all, “Mary’s gonna need [the bracelet] if she’s gonna bust John out of jail.”

At the precinct, Mary is a COILED TIGER READY TO POUNCE, while the police prepare to move John. Betty confronts her and they fight. It looks like Mary’s doing her early season lone wolf routine, but she announces that she was just playing the role of Betty bait. Uh, Betty distraction? Carlos runs up, announces that “drugs should be legalized,” and helps hold Betty while Lata gives Betty the slap bracelet of doom. Fortunately for everyone present, Betty doesn’t harbor any dark secrets. Instead, she looks around and sees traces of magic everywhere. Green light streams up from every Akrida nearby. Betty’s disbelief falls in one giant domino. I’m impressed at her capitulation, but all she can think of is how to save John. 

As John gets hauled out, Mary holds Betty at gunpoint and orders the cops to let John go. While the cops are distracted, Carlos comes in swinging with the lead pipe. They quickly overpower the cops and activate part two of the plan: RUN! Betty promises John that they’ll catch up later. Before they all go, she asks Carlos to deliver a hit so they believe she was unwilling…and the cop-on-the-inside story is laid. (I switch from side-eyeing the ex-fiance dynamic to wondering if Betty’s going to fall prey to the Supernatural blood cannon someday. Hopefully not!)

Betty and Mary connect outside the Clubhouse as Betty returns the bracelet. She’s not too thrilled to learn the truth of the hidden perils in her world. But she’s adjusted remarkably well. She wishes John and Mary well on their second attempt to flee town. John gives her instructions for the magical anti-Akrida tattoo.

Inside, Lata tells Carlos that she wants to be more open. She tells him that she’s holding one more secret: her parents aren’t dead. Carlos says that Lata’s parents are dead to HIM. We agree! And he ALSO tells her that Mary and John will love her, just like he does. Lata’s story is hers to keep or to tell, and they’re ready to back her no matter what. 

For Snuggly Hug Science:

John and Mary drive out of town and reflect on Kyle’s demise. They vow to find DEAN WINCHESTER ALIVEGIRL EXTRAORDINAIRE!

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Quotes Quotes are No Fun, Quotes Quotes Hurt Someone:

Your past does not define you

People conceal things for all sorts of reasons, logical or not

Stubborness in the face of oblivion. Honestly, that’s one of the few traits I respect about humans

I guess the truth really does set you free

Sometimes doing the right thing means doing the wrong thing

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[vosh-rakh]

rabinna

author’s note: this fic is about the morrowind quest “rabinna’s inner beauty,” and most of it aligns with the events of that quest, aside from some artistic liberties taken. it also features certain events/places/people that are either completely made up or part of the “juniper’s twin lamps” mod for morrowind. lyveth (and of course ku-vastei) is the only character here who is not canon to either morrowind itself or to juniper’s twin lamps. anyway, without further ado:

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Ku-vastei was tired of the harsh, rocky terrain that blew constant gusts of ash in her gills, so she decided to vacation in the Bitter Coast, for a while. Pick alchemical ingredients from the weeds and mushrooms, practice her skill with her short sword on mudcrabs, maybe raid a tomb or slaughter some slavers. But most important was just absorbing the swamp into her soul: its humidity, its heat, the flies so stupid they must have wanted to be snacked on. 

The lands of southern Morrowind, her naheesh had said, were not quite like Black Marsh. But it was all Ku-vastei ever knew, and to be in this little pocket of Vvardenfell felt like home.

But home was slavery, which made Ku-vastei angry. She began to itch for slaver blood to moisten her scales. She followed the coast northwest from Seyda Neen, hoping to find a smuggler’s hideout to ambush.

Eventually, when she came across the mouth of the Odai, she found a target. On the far side two dark elves were bombarding a small shack with arrow after arrow, while a Nord pounded on the door with the pommel of his claymore. Without thinking, before she knew the situation, Ku-vastei conjured her spear with a wave of her claw and dove into the waters.

She suddenly jumped from the river onto the rickety patio of the hut, causing the Nord to back up against the door in surprise. She cut off his holler with a Daedric spearhead through his heart.

One of the archers came running, using the hut for cover. He turned the corner, bow drawn, and loosed a steel arrow towards where he had hoped the sudden assailant would be. But Ku-vastei was crouched low, and the arrow flew off into the distance. She leveraged the strength of her tail and legs into a powerful upward strike, piercing the dark elf’s head from chin to crown. She couldn’t help but grin as blood sprayed from his mouth onto her face.

The last elf decided it best to keep his distance. As Ku-vastei turned the corner, he began to shoot at her from ten yards away. The first arrow Ku-vastei narrowly dodged, and then continued marching towards the archer. The second arrow hit her in the chest, unable to pierce the Orcish mail she wore under her robes, but delivered a strong blunt blow. The last arrow the elf would ever loose was feebly drawn, and Ku-vastei swatted it aside with an effortless sweep of her spear.

She lingered for a moment among the dead, satisfied with her work. The terror-mask of the last victim gave her strange peace.

Finally, she rose from her knees and went back to the shack’s door. She retrieved her spear from Oblivion and gently knocked with its butt. “Hello?” Silence. She knocked again. “They’re gone now. I killed them.” Still, no response.

Maybe one of those arrows got to them, she considered. She tried the knob and sighed. She leaned her spear against the doorframe and created a glowing magical key from her fingertips. The key fit the lock perfectly. She slowly opened the door, spearhead first.

The room was dark and empty, save for a dark elf crouched behind an overturned table. He stood with both hands raised and empty. “Ah, Argonian,” he said, “it is too late.” He nodded towards the floor. 

Ku-vastei quickly waved her hand in front of her face, enhancing her vision. In the magical brightness, she saw a Khajiit and dark elf lying dead on the floor. Both wore slave bracers. 

She pointed the spear across the room, the tip placed against the living elf’s throat. He did not react.

“I was trying to save them,” he whispered, through a gravelly Vvardenfell accent. “I’m with the Twin Lamps, serjo.”

“Twin Lamps?” Ku-vastei did not yet remove the pressure on the elf’s neck.

“We’re an abolitionist group.” He looked to the ceiling of the shack. “You can kill me if you want. I couldn’t even break the law successfully, it seems.”

The dust shaken from the planks by the barrage of arrows settled on everything in the room, including the slaves’ corpses. Ku-vastei dematerialized her spear. 

“I was a slave, once,” she said, lifting the Khajiit’s bracer-bound wrist idly, not looking up at the abolitionist. “Then I was … an abolitionist, of a sort.”

“Was?” The dark elf sat down next to the Khajiit’s body, leaning back against the wall.

“Started a revolt. Everyone I loved died. Went to prison.” She dropped the bracer with a loud thud on the floor. She stared at the bead of blood she had apparently drawn from the abolitionist’s neck. “Your kind are too cruel. You take us from our homes. Us root-kin, and the hajhiit too. Even your own kind. You abuse us for your profit. Now you seek some kind of redemption?”

The abolitionist’s wet eyes roamed the room.

“All you get is people killed. Innocent people. You dark elves will never give up your ‘birthright’. The Empire will even help you enforce it. And you think you can do anything to stop it?”

The dark elf locked eyes with Ku-vastei. “Then why are you here? Why did you kill those slave hunters?”

Ku-vastei flared her nostrils and widened her pupils at him, but could say nothing. They sat in silence, among the dead, guilty and innocent. 

Finally, the abolitionist stood to leave. “I should return to Stendarr’s Retreat to let them know.” He stopped at the door and looked back at Ku-vastei, who still knelt by the Khajiit. “You should visit sometime. It’s just north of Vivec. Someone might ask you, ‘Have you seen the Twin Lamps?’ The correct response is ‘They light the way to freedom.’ That’s how they’ll know you’re a friend. I hope to see you there, muthsera.”

Amidst smell of sea, dust, and blood, Ku-vastei remained in the shack as the morning ran into evening.

- - - - -

When Ku-vastei returned to civilization it was long past dark. “Civilization” seemed to be a small, dingy fishing village off the Bitter Coast, north of the Odai’s mouth. Despite the late hour, the place was bustling with activity, nearly everyone outside their shack homes and visiting with one another. But as soon as Ku-vastei stepped beyond the threshold of the village (the sign called it “Hla Oad,” a bastardization Ku recognized as meaning “little harbor”), silence fell swiftly over the noise, smothering it almost completely.

Finally a wood elf spoke up. “You won’t be needing that here, sera,” gesturing vaguely towards Ku-vastei.

Ku-vastei glanced at the torch in her left hand, then at the lit sconces hanging from homes around the village. She nodded, and snuffed out the torch in the dirt.

“No, sera,” said the wood elf again, clearly ill at ease, “I meant the sword.” The nearby brazier cast a flash on the steel shortsword in Ku-vastei’s right hand. 

“Yes, sorry,” she mumbled as she sheathed the blade on her hip. The crowd slowly began to return to its business of idle talk, albeit interspersed with glances at the stranger.

Ku-vastei slowly progressed past the village’s threshold as she looked for a place to rest. Under the dark eave of one of the huts to her left, she spotted a pair of side-slitted eyes leering out. As she turned to look at them, she also noticed the scaled tail wagging in and out of the shadow.

Ku-vastei swiftly approached the hidden Argonian and reached out, grabbing them by the wrist. “Well met, root-sister!” she exclaimed loudly, and the poor Argonian she’s accosted nearly jumped out of her scales.

The argonian ripped her hand away from Ku-vastei, rubbing her wrist as she quietly replied, “Well met.”

Ku-vastei frowned but continued her assault. “What do they call you here, sister?”

“I am called Okur, sera. What are you called?”

“Ku-vastei. Is that name Jel? I’ve never heard it before.”

Okur’s face-scales paled at the mention of Ku’s name. “No. I made it up. When I was freed. Are you that Ku-vastei?”

Ku-vastei’s frown deepened. “Is it better if I’m not?”

“No, no, sera,” Okur spouted. “It’s just…I was freed by a Ku-vastei, many years ago.”

“Hmm…” Ku-vastei muttered, leaning against one of the supports for the eave. “I can’t remember every slave I’ve freed. And it has been a long time.”

“So it is you…” whispered Okur through a slack-jaw. She bowed deeply before gently taking Ku-vastei by the hand. “I am forever in your debt, muthsera. If there is anything you need in Hla Oad, I will do my best to give it to you.”

Ku-vastei gave Okur’s hand a light squeeze and leaned in. “Do not ‘muthsera’ me, Okur. You can call me beeko. We swim upstream together.”

“Of course, muth-” she began before stopping herself, “beeko. What brings you to Hla Oad?”

“I am looking for somewhere to sleep without corpses.”

“Should I ask, beeko?”

Ku-vastei scratched her chin. “No, I don’t think you should.”

“Well, Ku-vastei, you are always welcome to take my bed. I can sleep on the floor.”

“No,” said Ku-vastei, shaking her head vigorously. “I shan’t impose. Is there an inn or tavern here?”

“I’m afraid not,” answered Okur. “There’s Fatleg’s Drop Off, but it’s just a tradehouse. And,” she whispered, motioning for Ku-vastei to come closer. Ku-vastei obliged, tilting her head towards Okur’s. “It’s a Camonna Tong front. I wouldn’t go there if I were you. And I would be careful here in general.”

“So the Tong reaches even here, on the island,” Ku-vastei said, shaking her head. “I’ll go to this tradehouse and see what troubles you.”

“No, beeko. You mustn’t. It’s too dangerous.” Okur took Ku-vastei by both hands. “They’ll kill you if they find out who you are. They lost a lot of people in the Arnesian War. Surely some still remember, the elves living as long as they do.”

“I can be discreet, Okur,” smiled Ku-vastei, politely taking back her hands. 

“But Ku-vastei,” Okur said, looking Ku up and down, “There’s blood on your robes.”

Ku-vastei looked down to check her clothes. Okur was right; her robes were splattered with blood from her earlier encounter. She frowned and pulled them off over her head, folded them up neatly, and handed them to Okur. “Wash them and keep them. I will go in without them.”

“But Ku-vastei,” Okur said again, staring in astonishment, “you’re wearing armor.”

Ku-vastei laughed. “I’m a mercenary, or a caravan guard. Don’t worry so much, beeko.”

“Okay,” said Okur. “Just don’t kill anyone in there, alright? They’ll say it was an Argonian, and it won’t matter much to the Tong which Argonian.”

“Discreet,” Ku-vastei reminded, before marching off towards Fatleg’s Drop Off.

- - - - -

Ku-vastei’s entrance seemed not to be noticed. A Khajiit and Redguard were conversing loudly.

“It’s a bad idea,” said the Redguard, shaking his head. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his blue robes and leaned back against the wall.

“Pah, you have no ambition,” said the Khajiit. “No one’s lived there in thousands of years. It belongs to nobody, certainly not any Empire of men.”

Ku-vastei stood quietly in the shadows by the door, thinking herself unobserved.

“Still,” the Redguard said, “It’s dangerous. You’ll get your tail handed to you by those machines in there. Everybody knows those ruins are crawling with them.”

“Ra’Zhid knows,” the Khajiit hissed. “That’s why Ra’Zhid will be quick and quiet. No brass monster will see him come or go. In and out with the loot, like a phantom.”

“Whatever. Look,” the Redguard said, suddenly turning his head towards Ku-vastei, “Do you need something, or what?”

Ku-vastei’s tail tightened. “No,” she said after some hesitation.

“If you’re not here to trade, what are you here for?” asked Ra’Zhid.

“Just…” Ku-vastei struggled to find the words. “Looking for something to do.”

“Work, eh?” said the Redguard. He shared a glance with Ra’Zhid, who seemed to size-up Ku-vastei with his feline eyes before nodding. 

“Come closer,” said Ra’Zhid.

Ku-vastei again hesitated, but approached the Khajiit anyway. He pointed behind a stack of crates to his left. Ku-vastei’s eyes struggled in the darkness to see what his cat-eyes no doubt saw immediately. It seemed to be a trapdoor leading down into the earth.

“Head down there,” Ra’Zhid said with a crooked smile, “and turn right at the bottom of the ramp. Speak with Relam Arinith. He should have a job for you.”

Ku-vastei nodded and cautiously bent down to open the trapdoor. With her oversized bonemold pauldrons, it was a tight fit, but she managed to squeeze through and descend the ladder.

It smelled damp down there. Scarce torches lit the wooden-plank path down into the cavern with a dark orange glow. At the end of the ramp was a pool of water, the depth of which Ku-vastei could not discern. The walkway split left and right. Ku-vastei turned right.

In another chamber was a Dunmer and a Khajiit, with another Dunmer standing with his back turned on a raised platform behind them. The lower Dunmer seemed to be inspecting the Khajiit’s clothes. The Khajiit wore a slave bracer.

Ku-vastei’s nostrils flared, but she kept her cool and approached the Dunmer. “Are you Relam Arinith?”

Without turning away from his inspection, the Dunmer returned, “Are you a slave?”

“No,” Ku-vastei stated firmly.

“Hm.” The Dunmer finally turned towards Ku-vastei and evaluated her from a distance. “Shame. You look strong and hardy. Well-suited for the fields.”

Pushing away her fury, Ku-vastei changed the subject. “I was told you have work.”

“Ah, interested in doing some business, Argonian?” Relam smiled wickedly. “You look like you can handle yourself.” He placed an arm around the Khajiit’s waist and pulled her forwards toward Ku-vastei. “I need someone to deliver this slave to a Vorar Helas in Balmora. You’ll be rewarded once you get there.”

Ku-vastei glanced at the Khajiit. Her eyes were pure terror. A look Ku-vastei knew all too well.

“Yes,” said Ku-vastei. 

“Ah, obedient. Very good. You sure you’re not a slave?” Relam laughed and patted Ku-vastei on the back.

Big mistake. Before she could think her sword was already in her hand. But before she pointed it at Relam she wrested control from her instincts and sheathed it again. But it was too late - he had noticed, and stepped back.

“Watch yourself, Argonian,” Relam said with a chilled tongue. Ku-vastei noticed that the Dunmer on the raised platform had an arrow pointed directly at her heart. But Relam raised a hand towards the archer and smiled again, saying, “Now be a good little thing and run along. Vorar is waiting.”

- - - - -

Ku-vastei was too furious to speak until they were well out of town. Then she remembered she was escorting a scared slave, and softened her affect.

“You’re going to be okay,” she said without looking at the slave. “I’m not going to hurt you.” But she heard nothing in response, so kept silent for a while.

Suddenly her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten since a few hours before her encounter at the shack with the slavers. Then the weight of her eyelids hit her, and it spread throughout her entire body like a dull flame.

“We’re going to stop here for the night,” Ku-vastei said, glancing back to make sure the slave was still with her. She removed her backpack in a quick motion which frightened the slave girl, spiking her fur and anxiously tightening her tail. Ku-vastei frowned and repeated, “I’m not going to hurt you. Let me set up camp and then we can eat.”

The slave shook her head furiously. “Not hungry?” Ku-vastei asked. The Khajiit tentatively nodded. “Okay. You don’t have to eat. But I will.”

Ku-vastei rolled out her bedroll and started a fire. “You can sleep in the roll,” she told the slave. But the Khajiit awkwardly stood over the bedroll, uncertain. “I’m serious. It’s okay. I’ll sleep on the ground,” Ku-vastei emphasized. “Get comfortable.”

Slowly the Khajiit sat cross-legged on top of the bedroll, sitting as still as possible except for her tail, which swished behind her frantically.

Ku-vastei kept an eye on the slave while she cooked some mudcrab meat she’d acquired earlier in the day. The poor girl stared into the fire blankly, only looking up every now and then when Ku-vastei made a too-sudden move. 

Before Ku-vastei took her first bite, she offered again. “You sure you don’t want to eat?” The Khajiit nodded her head again, this time slowly. “Okay.”

After she finished eating, Ku-vastei put out the fire and got as comfortable as she could on the ground, looking at the Khajiit, who was now curled up on top of the bedroll. “What’s your name, beeko?” 

The slave frowned and glanced around, avoiding Ku-vastei’s gaze. Eventually she swallowed hard and whispered, “They call this one Rabinna.”

“Rabinna. ‘They’ call you that? The slavers, or your family?”

“Family,” Rabinna said, then fell silent for a long time. Ku-vastei took the hint and tried to fall asleep.

The night was troubled, on two fronts. Ku-vastei dreamed of the Sharmat, waiting for her at Red Mountain. Wedding and funeral scenes blended together into obscene ritual without meaning. 

On the other hand, she was awoken several times by the sound of weeping and groaning. It seemed Rabinna either couldn’t sleep or was beset by similarly horrible nightmares. Ku-vastei did not envy her. At some point, the weeping ceased and Rabinna seemed to sleep, but by then there were only precious few hours until dawn.

- - - - -

Ku-vastei woke to a scream and opened her eyes to the glint of steel. Instinctively she batted away the sword - her sword - pointed at her throat with one of her Orcish bracers. It clattered to the ground uselessly, her assailant’s grip feeble. She rolled them over, pinning her attacker to the ground. 

Rabinna began to weep under Ku-vastei’s weight. Ku-vastei eased up once she realized. “Rabinna, what are you doing?”

“Please don’t take Rabinna to that man,” Rabinna begged, sobbing. 

“Why?”

“He’ll kill Rabinna. For the drugs in her stomach.”

Ku-vastei frowned, quietly cursing Relam Arinith. “I’m sorry. We’re going there anyway. But don’t worry, I won’t let him harm you. And you and I won’t be there long, anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you somewhere else, somewhere safe. But first, I’m going to kill Vorar Helas.”

“You’ll be arrested,” Rabinna said, but she was shocked out of her crying. “And they’ll probably have this one killed.”

“In Morrowind, murder is legal -”

“- in self-defense,” Rabinna interrupted. “This one sees.”

Ku-vastei got up from pinning Rabinna down and let her sit up. “Exactly.”

“It’s still a bad idea,” Rabinna said. “The Camonna Tong will hunt you down.”

“Let them!” Ku-vastei exclaimed. “Did I not tell you who I am?” Rabinna shook her head. “I’m Ku-vastei!”

“Do we know each other already? This one doesn’t understand.”

Ku-vastei frowned slightly. “I guess you’re too young to know who I am. Just know I can take care of myself.”

Rabinna sighed and reluctantly rose, and the two picked up camp before carrying on to Balmora. 

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They asked around in Balmora once they arrived about Vorar’s whereabouts. It turned out that he lived in a house right next door to Caius Cosades. Ku-vastei would have to ask Caius next time she visited if he knew he lived next to a slaver and drug dealer - but knowing his proclivity for skooma, he probably wouldn’t have cared about the last part. 

Ku-vastei knocked on Vorar’s door, but there was no answer. She tried the door handle and found it to be locked. With Rabinna keeping an eye out for guards or other witnesses, Ku-vastei again conjured a magical skeleton key which fit the lock perfectly, contouring itself to fix the pins in place as it slid in. They entered, Rabinna reluctantly first but Ku-vastei close behind. 

“Ah,” shouted a voice from upstairs, “who’s there? Is it my sweets?” 

“Vorar Helas?” Ku-vastei called. 

Down the staircase came bounding and tripping a girthy man, one hand wrapped around the handle of a chitin dagger, the other around the neck of a jug of mazte. As soon as his red eyes alighted on Rabinna, they filled with a horrible bloodlust, and his lips stretched wide into a wicked smile. He launched himself at her with a shout, slinging mazte about the room. 

Blood mingled with the mazte as, in one swift motion, Ku-vastei appeared from behind screaming Rabinna and cut his throat with her short sword. 

Vorar dropped his dagger and jug, clutching at the gaping wound in his neck. Blood spurted out between his fingers as he collapsed on top of the mazte, shattering the bottle underneath, the beer exploding outwards. 

Rabinna couldn’t stop screaming. Ku-vastei didn’t care, simply admiring her handiwork.

“Ku! What in Oblivion is going on here!”

Ku-vastei turned around to see Caius Cosades standing in the door, trying to block the space with his body so nobody else could see inside. After he saw the corpse on the ground, he quickly entered the house and closed the door behind him. “Shut up, girl,” he said, slapping the back of Rabinna’s head, making her stop screaming. Ku-vastei almost turned the sword on him for that. But it’s generally best practice to not attack your boss.

“He was going to kill her,” Ku-vastei said. “Self-defense.”

“I told you to keep a low profile.”

“You know my history,” Ku-vastei replied as she sheathed her sword. “You should have expected this.”

Caius pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose I should have.” He glanced at the slave bracer on Rabinna. “What are you going to do with her? Does he have the key?”

Ku-vastei squatted to loot the corpse. After patting him down extensively, all she came up with was a hefty sack of coins. “No key,” she said, shaking her head. “But I have an idea.”

“Like what?” Caius asked. “Cut her arm off?” Rabinna recoiled from him at the suggestion.

“Have you heard of the Twin Lamps?”

Caius scratched his chin in thought. “Heard of them, yes. Don’t have any connections with them, though.” 

“I do,” Ku-vastei said, and left it at that.

“...Well, I suppose I can’t stop you,” Caius said. “Good luck.”

-

Ku-vastei and Rabinna took a silt strider to Vivec, then traveled north from the port. After about an hour they came upon Stendarr’s Retreat, a three story, round-cornered, stucco building in the Hlaalu style. Outside stood a familiar Dunmer, who, upon seeing Ku-vastei approach, smiled widely, albeit with his arms still crossed, leaning against the wall. 

The abolitionist Dunmer from the Bitter Coast greeted the two of them once they came within earshot. “Hello, serjos! How can I help you?”

“Have you seen the Twin Lamps?” Ku-vastei asked. 

The Dunmer smiled wider. “Of course I have, serjo. They light the way to freedom.” He glances at Rabinna. “And your friend here? How can I help her?”

Without speaking, Ku-vastei grabbed Rabinna’s hand and raised her arm, displaying her slave bracer. 

“Ah,” said the Dunmer. “We can help with that. Come with me.”

Ku-vastei and Rabinna followed the Dunmer inside, which was sparsely populated. There was a man behind the bar, and one cloaked patron sitting across from him, their face obscured by a hood. 

“This is the Argonian who rescued me in the swamp,” the Dunmer said to the bartender. 

The bartender nodded. “And you never got her name?”

“Right,” said the Dunmer. He turned back to shake hands with Ku-vastei. “I’m Lyveth. What’s your name, serjo?”

“Ku-vastei.”

The bartender nearly dropped the mug he was cleaning. The person at the bar jerked their head around to see. It was a Dunmer woman Ku-vastei didn’t recognize, her crimson eyes still mostly obscured by the shadows of her hood. 

“Surely not the Ku-vastei,” said Lyveth. 

“One and the same,” replied Ku-vastei, smiling at her fame. 

“…I think there’s someone you should meet,” said Lyveth, bowing before Ku-vastei. He glanced at the woman at the bar, who nodded and rose from her stool to approach. 

Ku-vastei extended a claw for a handshake. The woman took it delicately and curtsied in the Imperial fashion, removing her hood with the other hand. She was pretty in a certain way Ku-vastei couldn’t pinpoint. Not conventionally attractive but pretty nonetheless. 

“Ilmeni Dren, at your service,” the pretty woman said. 

“…I’m sorry, am I meant to know you?” Ku-vastei asked. 

“She’s the duke’s daughter,” Lyveth said, his mouth agape. 

“Ah,” Ku-vastei said. “I meant no insult.”

“None taken,” said Ilmeni. “I strive for anonymity, and distance from my noble station, anyway.” She smiled and glanced at Rabinna. “It tends to get in the way of my true occupation, besides. How can we help? Tell us what brings you to us today.”

“I was hired to deliver her as a drug mule. They forced her to swallow moon sugar, the true delivery. I took her first to the man who wanted her, and killed him. Then -”

Ilmeni winced; Lyveth gasped. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Ku-vastei, looking back and forth between them. 

“We don’t generally do that,” Ilmeni explained. “We’re not the Morag Tong. But continue.”

“Well, then we came here. I met Lyveth yesterday, as I’m sure he’s told you. He told me about this place. We need to get Rabinna somewhere safe, somewhere we can get her bracer off.”

Ilmeni frowned. “We can’t take her here. But I do know somewhere she can go.”

“Where?” Ku-vastei interrupted. 

“Take her to the Argonian Mission in Ebonheart. Speak with Im-Kilaya. He can arrange for her to be freed of the bracer and returned to Elsweyr.”

“But Rabinna was born in Morrowind,” interjected Rabinna. “She knows no one in Elsweyr.”

“I’m afraid that’s your best option, Rabinna,” said Ilmeni delicately. “You can begin a new life there, free from slavery.”

Rabinna frowned but nodded after a moment of thought. 

Ilmeni reached into a bag hanging at her side and produced two scrolls, handing them to Ku-vastei and Rabinna. “These will teleport you to the chapel in Castle Ebonheart. Say hello to my father for me.” Ku-vastei nodded. “Don’t, actually. That was a joke. The chapel isn’t far from the Argonian Mission, so you shouldn’t get lost.”

“Do you know how to use these?” Ku-vastei asked Rabinna.

“No,” said Rabinna. “Rabinna can’t read.”

“Okay,” said Ku-vastei. “Just recite this while looking at the letters on the scroll.” She leaned into the Khajiit’s ear and whispered something. The Khajiit nodded. 

As one, the two recited the contents of the scroll, and in the instant they finished, they were ripped away from Stendarr’s Retreat to fly instantaneously through Oblivion to their destination across the Ascadian Isles. 

-

Ku-vastei was mostly used to Intervention spells and scrolls by then. Rabinna had never teleported in her life. She spewed vomit all over the stone floor of the platform outside the chapel. Ku-vastei patted her on the back as she retched. 

Circumventing the vomit (a nearby guard grumbled to himself as he grabbed a mop and bucket), they began to traverse Castle Ebonheart until they stumbled, almost by accident, upon the Argonian Mission. (Ilmeni, who likely grew up here, overestimated how easy it is to get around.) Out of habit Ku-vastei knocked on the door, but shook her head and quickly opened the door herself. 

The room was sparsely decorated, austere save for a large yet simple rug covering the floor. An Argonian in exquisite golden robes, quite in contrast to the room he was in, stood near the center of the large chamber, facing away from the door. 

“Ah, a visitor,” said Im-Kilaya, turning towards Ku-vastei and Rabinna. “Welcome to the Argonian - by the Hist! Is that really you, Ku-vastei?”

“I am Ku-vastei,” she said. “Do I know you?”

“Likely not,” said Im-Kilaya, bowing. “You freed me years ago, and I fought the Dres under your banner.”

“Ah,” Ku-vastei said. “Well, I’m not exactly the same ‘Ku-vastei’ you knew anymore.”

“I can tell. You’ve phase-shifted, haven’t you? A woman’s body suits you.” Im-Kilaya looks at Rabinna, who hides behind Ku-vastei. His eyes naturally caught on the dull shine of her slave bracer. “But I see not much else has changed.”

“Rabinna here is a drug mule,” Ku-vastei said. “She needs help. Ilmeni sent us.”

“Shh! Not so loud with that name, beeko. Yes, we can help the girl. I’ve heard stories of the smugglers’ cruelty in sending these ‘mules.’ We can take it from here. Thank you, Ku-vastei.”

“Of course,” Ku-vastei said, before turning to leave. 

“Wait! Ku-vastei!”

Ku-vastei turned her head back slightly to listen. 

“What will you do now? Now that you have returned? Will you save our people again?”

“Again?” Ku-vastei asked, snorting. “I failed the first time.” She turns her head back to the door. 

“But times are different. The Empire is putting pressure on the King to ban slavery. Maybe you will succeed this time. True as anything, I know it is the Hist’s will.”

Ku-vastei sighs. “Maybe it is, Im-Kilaya. Maybe it is.”

#tes #tesblr #morrowind #oc: ku-vastei #argonian #khajiit #dunmer #dark elf #redguard #nord

[silvermuffins]

Seward Summary....AGAIN!

It is now 1:43 in the morning, i've had my break, and I am committed to getting this out before the next email, so help me blob.

WARNINGS: violence

They are waiting for Quincey and Arthur to return. In the meantime, Van Helsing is trying to keep their minds busy. Mostly this is for Jonathan's sake, as he's been through a lot and has the white hair and haggard look to show for it.

Jonathan is very energetic, though, his passion might see him through to better days.

Van Helsing tells them about how he's been studying. He is more sure than ever that they need to kill Dracula, because in life the Count was an incredible man. He was brave and noble and, above all else, extremely intelligent and learned, and that intelligence survived his becoming a vampire. However, in some ways he's still comparable to a child, but he is learning and growing and experimenting to gain more command.

Jonathan wants to know what he means. Van Helsing explains that there was much about his abilities Dracula seemed not to know, but he is testing his limits. For example, using Renfield. Another example, he initially hired people to move his boxes of dirt, but then tried to help and found he could in fact move them alone. This is good for him because he can scatter them more discreetly, and only he will know where they are. He is immortal, he can take his time and do everything right.

The knowledge about the boxes comes too late to help the Count, though. If he'd tried sooner he'd be well beyond their reach by now, but as it is they've made all but one of his boxes unusable. Van Helsing expects to reach that one very soon, too, as they have more to lose and so ought to be more careful than Dracula.

Van Helsing expects Quincey and Arthur back soon, but the near-immediate knock on the door is a telegram. Van Helsing accepts it. It's from Mina, she warns them to watch out for Dracula as he hurriedly left Carfax and went south, possibly looking for them.

Jonathan is pleased, because he is very eager to meet the Count again. For murder purposes.

Van Helsing makes an effort to calm and placate Jonathan. They have to hope Quincey and Arthur get back here before Dracula does. They do, and Van Helsing fills them in. He also deduces Dracula's route from Carfax to here as being the longest possible.

They prepare their armaments as they hear a key in the lock. Quincey quickly puts together a strategy and without a word directs all of them, and they all fall into line with ease as this has become habit. Dracula's entry made clear he expected an unpleasant surprise.

The Count leaps into the room, to the surprise of all. Jonathan is first to act, blocking the door. The rest gather round. While Seward is busy questioning what, exactly, they're going to do, and whether or not their equipment will work, Jonathan pulls out a big kukri knife and goes for the kill. Dracula dodges back.

The knife misses the man but cuts his pocket and a bunch of money falls out. Jonathan raises the knife again as Seward advances with communion wafer and crucifix; Dracula cowers back.

They have him surrounded, but suddenly Dracula ducks under Jonathan's arm, grabbing a handful of the money on the way, runs across the room, and flings himself out a window.

They all run to see the Count run across the way to the stable. At the door he turns to give a villain speech about how he's only just begun, he has centuries on his side, and all the girls they love belong to him already and will spread his influence. Additionally, he has more places to rest than what they've destroyed.

He vanishes into the stable. The group determines they'll have no luck following. Van Helsing speaks up, to explain that clearly, Dracula is afraid. Why else would he move so fast and take the money? He tells them to follow as hunters while he makes sure nothing left here will aid the Count.

Van Helsing takes the remaining money and the deeds to properties, and then burns everything else int he fireplace.

The younger men all followed Dracula into the yard, Jonathan having gone out the same window, but he'd bolted the stable door and it was too late by the time they got it open. Nobody around had seen where he'd gone, either.

They determine to go back to Mina to protect her. There's only one more box of dirt to focus on finding. Jonathan is miserable about this.

Mina is in good spirits or at least putting on a good show. They have supper together, food and companionship do everyone good, then they fill Mina in on the day's events.

Seward feels some resentment, and imagines he is not the only one to do so among them, toward God for rejecting Mina despite her goodness and strength.

Mina acknowledges that the group is bent on destruction, but it isn't out of malice. They work to free the souls whose bodies they destroy. So, she asks them to pity the Count, and not hate him, because imagine the joy of the real him when they kill vampire him.

Jonathan's not too happy about that, and says he'd condemn Dracula to hell even after they slay him, if he could. Mina doesn't like that, and explains that she's asking that because all she's been able to think about today is that if she turns, she could be in Dracula's position. Some other group of intrepid vampire hunters may have cause to hate her, and she hopes they could take that kind of pity on her.

However, she also knows he didn't really think that through - he's suffering and stressed and loves her deeply. His hatred toward the Count is currently driven by his love for her.

Everyone in the group cries. Van Helsing beckons Seward, Quincey, and Arthur out of the room, to give the lovers time alone.

Before bed, Van Helsing wards the Harkers' room against vampires. He gives them a bell to ring if there's an emergency. Seward, Arthur, and Quincey divide the night into watch shifts, Quincey first and Seward last. All too bed.

OKAY man I was really prepared for there to be more parts but I got through! Today's entry just has one more segment from Jonathan, but it's a far more reasonable length.

It's 2:32 am and my summary is done. Today was the big one. I'm gonna get some rest!

#dracula daily #daily dracula #seward summary

[magician-under-the-moonlight]

Persona AU Infodump

//as promised, for all my persona moots. Some details are subject to change after I actually get around to playing P5R when it gets here.

Kaito Kuroba:

Arcana is Wheel of Fortune

Persona is Houdini

Element Affiliation is Light / Bless with mostly Hama based skills

Resists Light and Fire, Weak to Dark and Ice

Houdini’s Skills:

Innate: Lucky Punch / Triple Down / Hama / Kouha / Dormina / Auto-Sukukaja / Tarunda

Through Level Up: All Skills related to Hama, all skills related to Kouha, bless amp, hama boost, ailment boost, spell master, trigger happy, magic ability, dodge ice, dodge curse, evade ice, evade curse, invigorate, Masukukaja, Matarunda, Heat Riser, Debilitate, Megido, Megidola, Megidolaon, counter, high counter, energy shower, amrita shower, taunt, Riot Gun, miracle punch, assault dive

Houdini Exclusive: Spotlight (Severe Light Damage to all foes with chance to instant kill and a high chance to dizzy/confuse)

(Persona 5: Gun Attack is is Card Gun (shoots explosive playing cards))

(Persona 4: Card Gun shoots Tarot Card and it explodes to release persona)

Crit Attack: Kaito fires his grappling hook from his card gun, ties up his opponent and throws them across the room, knocking them over.

Houdini Desc.: A magician from the early 20th century known for his escape arts. He often challenged police to keep him locked up as part of his shows. He upheld professional standards and was keen to expose many fraudulent artists.

Concept Art

-Wings to match Shadow!Kaito when the shadow goes berserk, along with the Heart Locket and chains as well as the key on the tail that unlocks them. Represents Kaito’s refusal to unlock the chains on his heart and reveal his emotions

-Grinning mask plays into this concept

-Mostly in Black & White aside from key parts like heart locket and yellow eyes, represents the time period Houdini comes from.

-Straight jacket & suit represent the more gentlemanly front though how he’s bound to keeping the facade up with his heart locked up and closed off

-I am not good at drawing personas...

-----------------------------

Shadow Kaito

Persona 4:

Midnight Channel: Shadow Kaito appears in one of his father’s suits, claiming that on the destined night, he will use his magic raise a famous magician from the dead.

This version of Shadow Kaito appears when Kaito is present in the shadow realm. Dungeon is a twisted theatre with deep red curtains for doors. The fog is also layered with a dose of stage smoke that lines the pathways. Pathways are carpeted on a wooden floor.

Boss Room is backstage. Shadow Kaito is seen dressed in one of his fathers suits, berating his real self and his useless endeavour chasing legend that don’t exist, fighting a loosing battle and lying to the only people that care about him.

Boss has two phases: The first has a chained up Kaito with tied wings a heart locket around his chest hiding in KID’s hat while two giant gloves attack in his stead. Taking out the gloves starts phase two. The locket breaks in two and Shadow Kaito bursts out of the hat, which he puts on as he lets out his pent up negative emotions, trying to drown his opponents in bright light to avenge the gloves they destroyed. The objects binding him like the chains are in tatters as the shadow lets loose.

Kaito accepts the fact that his negative emotions are just as much a part of him as his smile and that it’s okay to ask for help, giving him the persona Houdini.

Persona 5:

Again, the palace is a giant, winding theatre. Though the P5 variant includes the entrance hall, cue line, concession stands, gallery and seating area rather than just the stage.

Shadow Kaito in the P5 verse is a small child in a suit much too big for him, and he seems insistent on people who aren’t performing not going on stage. People in his world are seen as people buying tickets to the show, though they’re often heard commenting about how poor the performance has been lately.

Shadows are the security detail keeping the theatre in order.

Kaito’s treasure is hidden backstage, though his Shadow is very adamant about letting anyone through. When the calling card comes, the shadow finally relents and lets the Phantom Thieves through very reluctantly.

Backstage is a rattling chest that’s locked up with the treasure, a giant heart shaped lock made of gold. Shadow Kaito continually begs the Phantom Thieves not to open the chest because “that’s where the bad stuff goes”.

Though in order to get the treasure they have to pull it off the chest, and of course that releases all of Kaito’s bottled up negative emotions. The emotional maelstrom in turn absorbs Shadow Kaito and turns into a boss fight.

Kaito’s treasure is his first ever pack of playing cards, covered in childish marker writing detailing how to do a trick. The Ace of Spades is signed by his father.

#[Scriptwriting | Headcanons] #[Sharing the Spotlight | Crossover] #[Verse | Pursuing My True Self | Persona 4] #[Verse | Take Your Heart! | Persona 5]

[uberrapidash]

Locke and Key spoilers

I am so mad about how unintelligent these characters are written. I love Locke & Key but I want to LOVE Locke & Key, know what I mean? But I can't LOVE Locke & Key because of how unintelligent everyone is all! the!!! time!!!!!

The situation in Gordie's head drove me insane. They did not **need** to grab that key -- they should have just left! And then once the "lights were going out" they needed to just immediately /leave/, but /god/ that whole thing was so needlessly drawn out. Just... just LEAVE goddammit

And I have a burning question: What would happen if you drew the other keys with the Creation Key? That's the first thing I thought of. I was thinking, surely, they will think of this idea and try it. But nope. D:<

Another question: Did Dodge's body also disappear? I'm assuming yes. But it wasn't addressed. And it doesn't make much sense to me that both Dodge's body and Bode's body would go. :/

And another question: What would happen if they used the Timeshift Key and tried to bring objects back to the present time? Like keys? Would it invoke the hourglass like how Dodge's presence did? Could they have grabbed keys from the past and used those to close the portal instead? If doing that invoked the hourglass, would the portal open back up when those keys were poofed?

Also, something is killing me. Gideon created the portal with one fewer key than what they ended with. So they should have been left with one key after closing the portal. If they were throwing the keys in one by one, they shouldn't have been able to throw in the last one because the portal would have been closed.

Just... UGH. This series could have been so. much. better.

Even with all my frustration, I still really like the show. I still love the keys. I still want to know more about how the world works; I want to know more about the demon's realm. And the theme song always slaps. I'm about to make it my ACNH island tune... again. Not only is the theme music good, but I love the art of the opening, too. And I still love Dodge, and especially Dodge!Gabe.

#locke and key #locke & key

[soldwrecked]

these are hunger games verses for all of my muses. if you’d like to hear more about any of them or plot something for any of them, like this post and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can.

RIFF LORTON

district 12. victor. volunteered.

morning papers filled with stories about dead kids ; verse

volunteered for tony at 18.

won his games by stabbing the other tribute to death.

spends most of his time wondering why he didn’t die in the arena. joins the rebellion the first chance he gets.

DODGE MASON

district 12. victor. volunteered.

if we burn, you burn with us ; verse

volunteered at 18.

had already joined the rebellion before he volunteered. after he won he just became more determined to take down the capitol and kill snow for killing dayna.

ART DONALDSON

district 4. victor. reaped.

just a shadow fading out ; verse

youngest victor alive, won his games at 13.

forced into prostitution by snow at 16, was threatened with death if he didn’t comply. started drinking after every time he slept with someone to cope with the shame of it.

eventually made it back to four to mentor.

joined the rebellion as soon as he could.

JACK TWIST

district 10. died in the arena. reaped.

the runt from ten ; verse

reaped at 18.

got his head bashed in with a sledgehammer by a tribute from district 2.

NOAH ANDERSON

district 1. victor. volunteered.

you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used ; verse

career that absolutely hates the capitol.

plays up the charm for the cameras but is secretly helping the rebellion by sending them food and water and other supplies whenever he can.

one of the capitol’s favorite victors.

had one of the longest victory tours in the history of panem.

CONNOR MURPHY

district 12. died in the arena. reaped.

nobody cares about guys like us ; verse

son of the mayor of district 12. the black sheep of the family.

wandered around the district and didn’t really talk to anyone. not very popular or well-liked.

poisoned with nightlock by a tribute from district 7.

GLENN LAWRENCE.

district 8. victor. reaped.

this one goes out to the underdogs ; verse

not the most popular tribute in his games, but won regardless. smothered the final tribute to death.

one of the shortest victory tours in the history of panem.

snuck away to 13 and has been helping with the rebellion and doing his own thing for a while.

JACK KELLY

district 10. supposedly died in the arena. reaped.

if all my time is wasted, i’m terrified to watch it go ; verse

known for being friendly with mostly everyone. charmed half the capitol in his interviews.

his death was a shock and nearly caused a riot because so many people were betting on him to win.

the capitol turned him into a martyr after he died.

no one really knows for sure what happened to him.

he lived and is currently being kept under lock and key in the capitol, forced to help the gamesmakers every year.

wants desperately to get out and help the rebels but doesn’t know how.

ALEXEY BELIAYEV

district 7. died in the arena. reaped.

just another casualty of the games ; verse

never really expected to win by anyone.

his death wasn’t a shock nor did anyone really care when he died.

SPENCE MURRAY

district 12. died in the arena. reaped.

he was always just sort of there ; verse

wasn’t really a fan favorite.

his death was disappointing to some, but no one was really upset about it.

SKIP MATTHEWS

district 12. died in the arena. reaped.

to seek revenge may lead to hell ; verse

known for being very aggressive and manipulative. sided with the careers and managed to take most of them out.

killed by a spear that missed its target and hit him instead.

GABE GOODMAN

district 7. victor. reaped.

they’ll tell you you’re lucky but they’re lying ; verse

on the quiet side. a bit of an underdog but scored well in the training sessions.

won by throwing knives and rocks onto the other tributes from the trees.

doesn’t really have an interest in joining the rebellion, but also doesn’t want the capitol to continue its reign of terror.

SAWYER CARSON

district 9. died in the arena. reaped.

death leaves an impact ; verse

drowned in a river by a tribute from district four.

his death sparked a small rebellion in 9 that was stamped out in a week.

RICKY PALMER

district 8. victor. reaped.

may the odds be ever in your favor ; verse

one of the more popular tributes to date. especially popular with the younger girls of the capitol and panem.

won by strangling the final tribute to death.

works as a mentor in eight and writes songs and speeches for the rebellion on the side.

DANNY RYDELL

district 12. died in the arena. reaped.

nothing can save you now ; verse

very popular with the children of the districts.

died in a fire that killed half the tributes in the arena that year.

some of the children in the lower districts started dressing like him or doing their hair like him until the capitol put a stop to it.

BENJI VINCENT

district 5. victor. reaped.

so sad we had to fake it ; verse

had the capitol split down the middle on whether or not he was a favorite.

won by turning most of the tributes against each other and then killed the final two with snares.

feeds the rebellion information about capitol officials and feeds the capitol false information about the rebels.

#tw: death #tw: violence #tw: drowning #tw: strangulation #tw: suffocation #tw: stabbing #morning papers filled with stories about dead kids ; verse #if we burn‚ you burn with us ; verse #just a shadow fading out ; verse #the runt from ten ; verse #you don’t feel pretty‚ you just feel used ; verse #nobody cares about guys like us ; verse #this one goes out to the underdogs ; verse #if all my time is wasted‚ i’m terrified to watch it go ; verse #just another casualty of the games ; verse #he was always just sort of there ; verse #to seek revenge may lead to hell ; verse #they tell you you’re lucky but they’re lying ; verse #death leaves an impact ; verse #may the odds be ever in your favor ; verse #notbing can save you now ; verse #so sad we had to fake it ; verse

[hanzell321]

So the last time we left right next to that long room with the archer, so let's check it out.

(Pt.2 of the guide, NOT FINISHED)

You have to wait for the right timing to run and hide in the room to your left, or just run and try to dodge the arrow.

In the small room you can find the body with the shield your character had, you are also told how to block so now you can just block and run straight to the archer, am=nd at the end of the tunnel where he used to stand there is another body with your weapon.

Kill the hollow and go through the fog and here we are.

(Now I would like you to remember now that white fog in this game means two things: new area, or boss fight, but sadly for some reason neither of these is guaranteed to have a fog)

From here we can see somebody behind the bars but we can't get to them just yet and we can also see bonfire from earlier and corridor to the left.

There's a corpse with item here that we can't reach, but don't worry we'll get it eventually.

Now go to the right and on our way up stairs look out for a bulder that will start falling around half way.

Boulder is going to make a hole in the room that guy was in, oh and before you enter I have to tell you something, DON'T ATTACK HIM because ladies and gentlemen I present you the first NPC of your playthrough OSCAR OF ASTORA!

But wait! We actually know him, he is the same knight that helped us out earlier. He asks you if you like to listen to his tale, and then proceeds to say a really long family saying, that's just a foreshadowing of what you have to do. Then he gives you Estus Flask and Undead Asylum F2 East Key, if you defeated Asylum demon at your first meeting he will also give you Big Pilgrim's Key but we will use all of that later.

But hey maybe now with that key we could ope... (dying sound in the distance)

Well that's sad, anyway using the key we can unlock the locked door next to the bonfire and now we all know what to do now.

(in a distant) F%$K! 

Well, let's try and see what was upstairs, shall we? 

And would you look at that there's the next door here. 

And here game tells you how to preform three actions.

Two handing, 

Kicking and jump attack

And quick info about kick, if you kick enemy holding a shield while their blocking you will be able to break their poise and riposte them dealing massive damage.

We go further straight and we can see a new enemy and two new mechanics

Back stabbing 

And parrying

Both dealing massive damage with parrying dealing more damage than backstabbing but being harder to pull off.

And there's another door here so maybe...

(Inhales) Ah, who gives the sh*t.

Finally the plunge.

So now we enter the white fog and we can meet our friend, again this time ready to fight.

So roll or run off the platform and attack mid air for massive damage. 

(**put asylem demon boss fight guide**)

Now we can take that key and finally open the giant door. 

Hey even the game gives you compliments. 

But before we do that after you go straight for a little bit turn left and behind that wall and you will get yourself a Soul Of Lost Undead.

And if you go right you will find a nest containing bird named snuggly with whom you can trade some items with and if you choose pendant as your starting gift you can drop it in his nest and then reload the game to receive Souvenir of Reprisal, which is a covenant item. (see covenent guide)

And now go straight, and congratulations friend you officially begun your adventure in the land of Lordran.

I hope you'll have the great rest of the day, bye. 

[peridee]

Mae plays The Legend of Zelda

This post is also from a while ago, I'm currently playing through Link to the past. I like it a lot, but the final dungeon is too annoying. I might post about it sometime.

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Hi,

My friend convinced me to play The Legend of Zelda (1986) and I had a good time playing it and I’d like to talk about it. The Legend of Zelda is the first game in the series and establishes many of the important parts of the franchise. You play as Link on a quest to gather the Triforce fragments and rescue Princess Zelda from the evil Ganon.

Gameplay wise it’s a top down dungeon crawler/RPG. You wander around the overworld fighting enemies and collecting currency while searching for each of the 9 dungeons. Once you find the dungeons you have to make your way to the boss and defeat them for a triforce part.Along the way you discover new items and equipment which allows you to do more stuff, new things, and are often necessary for progression such as the Magic Flute, the stepladder and the raft.

Link has a certain number of hearts which make up his health, when it reaches zero you die and respawn either at the spawn point (in the overworld) or at the dungeon entrance in dungeons. Consumables such as bombs or potions are not refreshed on death, and any you used will stay used. The only way to replenish them is by picking up more from enemy drops or by buying more in one of the shops. Each item or weapon has a specific use case or situation and the best way to play is by swapping between them appropriately.

Each dungeon is at first totally unmapped and is revealed on a map in the pause menu as you explore rooms. Alternatively,you can find the dungeon map, to reveal it completely, this also includes all the secret rooms and passages between them.The compass is used to reveal which of the many rooms contains the boss. Each Dungeon also contains locked rooms and keys. Any key can be used on any door, but it is consumed on use.The ability to use any key on any door gives the player some freedom to explore, but also means you sometimes unlock the less useful room. Keys can be purchased from shops for 100 rupees,dropped by enemies, or appear after completely clearing a room of enemies. The same is also true of hidden doors and switches. Zelda has many hidden paths, blocks, and secrets.There are blocks that can be pushed to access staircases leading to 2D caverns full of bats.These often contain the Dungeon’s specific special item, like the Boomerang or Magic Rod or in later dungeons lead to more rooms and more staircases and so on.

Zelda’s dungeons are both the highlight and the most frustrating part of the game. Exploring a dungeon in Zelda consists of wandering around blind, killing rooms full of enemies and slowly discovering the correct path to the boss. In early dungeons, this isn't too bad because the dungeon is small,the path relatively linear, and the enemies manageable. But, later dungeons really pack the enemies in and it’s not uncommon to have ten or more enemies in a single room. Some enemies such as the DarkNut are particularly annoying as only the Sword or the Bombs deal any damage to them and the sword only works from the side or behind. This can be very annoying when there are several of them in a single room.It can be quite hard to  stab one in the back while avoiding the other four trying to stab you. My least favourite enemies were the blue wizards, who are immune to the Magic rod and also need the sword, and who love to fire magic bolts at you.Leaving you once again trying to dodge many of them and their projectiles all at once. Speaking of dodging, the dungeons also include moving spike traps and unkillable statues that fire at you and cannot be blocked until much later into the game.

Each dungeon in Zelda has a powerful boss in it. The boss of each dungeon guards the Triforce piece and must be defeated. Mostly you work out the pattern and hit them a few times and it's over. Compared to traversing the dungeons the bosses are far easier and much simpler. It was often the case that I had more difficulty getting to the boss than I did defeating it. 

This is made more frustrating by the fact that losing to the boss respawns you at the dungeon entrance meaning you have to reach the boss again. By the time I reached later dungeons my strategy was to reach the boss with a potion left, so I could heal to full health before fighting them and pretty reliably tank the damage and win. This is even true of the final boss Ganon, who is far far easier than the winding dungeon path to reach him is.

The Legend of Zelda is a cryptic game, it tells you the vague premise;find the dungeons, beat the bosses, get the triforce. But it leaves working out how to do that to the player. Each dungeon is located somewhere in the overworld and has to be found. Some can be done out of order, but sometimes you need an item such as the Candle or the Stepladder from an earlier dungeon to progress. In my playthrough, I found almost all the dungeons out of order. It's fun and exciting to wander around looking for them, but it did become frustrating when I wasn't able to find one. Dungeon 2, or Level 2 as the game calls it, took me a long time to find.

The game is full of many secrets such as hidden items, heart containers which raise Link’s health, and rupees, but the game won't tell you where most of them are. There are some NPCs who will give you hints like “Meet the old man at the Grave” and “Spectacle Rock is a place of Death”. This makes it fun to wander around bombing suspicious spots or to comb over the map but it also makes stuff easy to miss and hard to find. I played the game as blind as I possibly could. Mostly I asked my friend about things when I got stuck, like early on when I didn't know about pushing blocks or towards the end while I was looking for Spectacle Rock. 

Sometimes though I think the game is too cryptic like in Level 9, the final level, where the route to Ganon requires you to bomb a random wall, go down a staircase, and then bomb out of another room containing a staircase and through another wall to reach him. The pause-screen map does helpfully show the passages between rooms to reveal which can be bombed, but not all of these routes are useful and there’s nothing that suggests the correct wall is any different from any other bombable wall. I get that the game wants you to explore and discover, but the game caps your max bombs at 8, and to get more you have to leave the dungeon and have most enemies respawn, which really makes exploring around pretty annoying.

It took me a few  hours over a week or so to beat Legend of Zelda and I had a good time doing so, I can see why its so well-regarded and I'm planning to play more games in the series, but I can also feel the ways in which its an old game and how it frustrates the player. 

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Locke and Key season 2 episodes 1-3ish

Gabe/Dodge is doing a good job manipulating everyone. The way he so easily learned how to make a new key for one, and also the way he is subtly taking apart the Savini’s (or rather their trust and faith in Scot) and sabotaging Scot. Also, can we take a moment to appreciate the actor for Gabe? Like Griffin Gluck has been in a handful of medicore movies over the years, I’ve seen him around and he’s done an alright performance but I this is the first time I’ve seen him really in a serious type role. Point is, he’s actually a pretty good actor and it’s cool to see him in something like this.

I’m liking Kinsey so far a bit more this season than the last. Also, Bode remains the sibling with the most caution when it comes to the keys. It should not be a literal child who is the only one to think about testing to see if someone’s a demon or not by seeing if they can take the key.

Eden’s storyline is very much set up as the whole, subordinate to the bad guy gets fed up with r he bad guy and eventually works against said bad guy, most likely teaming with the good guys in the process. And like, I don’t have a problem with the storyline itself but it didn’t have to be Eden who got possessed. Like, her character had lots of potential and they just killed her off right away. There are so many other people who could have one way or another learned of the keys and then gotten possessed instead of Eden. Speaking of, isn’t she supposed to be good friends with Jackie? Has she been off screen pretending to be Eden after somewhat disappearing over the summer? And if not why hasn’t Jackie noticed that something weird is going on and I don’t know, mentioned it to someone? Even if Eden pretended to still be Eden Jackie should realize that something is off.

Also, it’s really sad what happened Erin and all but I really hope she doesn’t become a problem in the future. I mean, I’m guessing she has something to do with how Duncan will remember everything. (Or at least magic, maybe not the memories Rendell and co took from his head.) But yeah, I get that the keys are dangerous but doesn’t she realize that the Locke’s are the main characters and really need to know more about the keys, not her vague warning to be careful with no useful information. (There’s also the fact that the last person who wanted the keys was Dodge and that didn’t go well for anybody involved.)

I have no idea what angle Jamie’s father is playing but I don’t like him. He is deeply suspicious.

Tyler’s worry about not just him but Jackie and then eventually Kinsey and one day Bode forgetting the keys and stuff is entirely reasonable and I like his current storyline. His big brother energy really showed when he was talking to Kinsey about his concerns. Speaking of, I love his and Kisney’s relationship and just all the sibling dynamics in the Locke family. (As as one of the youngest in my family I do heavily relate with Bode at times though and not in a way that is very fun.)

Anyways yeah, currently in the middle of episode three and I am practically growling at the screen every time Gabe shows up so yeah that’s how that’s going.

#also I’m really nervous about the key house key #I hope Jamie keeps it safe #I really really hope her dad doesn’t get his hands on it #also yes nina yay for recognizing that glaring red flag #not please pursue this mystery with the same relentlessness you had in the first season #and also don’t fucking trust that dude

[hollandsmushroom]

OMG YAY ok so what about tom doing push ups and you are getting super horny watching him, so you ask him to stop just for you to get under him and... you know, suck his dick while he's doing push ups jgbkgbkgbkh if this is too filthy for you let me know

(Mouth)Fucking Pushups

HNNNG!!!!

Word count: 1705

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS GO AWAY! blow jobs, sweat and mouth fucking.

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“Tom!” you called out through the seemingly empty house, dropping your keys in the dish on the entryway table, the clatter sounding through the walls as you followed the faint hints of music to the basement, pushing the door open, the sounds getting louder, loud enough that you knew Tom couldn’t hear you but you still thought you would call out again.

“Tom?” you tried again but your voice was drowned out by the beat that was vibrating through the ground beneath your feet as you stepped down the carpeted steps. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you stood on the solid hardwood floor, the beat of the music even more intense against your soles. Though you normally would have been fascinated by how the feeling rose through your body, any curiosity had been replaced with a keen interest in the man in front of you. He was laid out on a yoga mat, the flesh of his belly rolling slightly as he curled his upper body up off the floor, his biceps taught against the short sleeves of his shirt, his hands gripping the opposite shoulders. His brown eyes were squeezed shut in exertion and you knew that you should make yourself known but he looked too dialectable to interrupt, you just wanted to sit and admire as a drop of sweat trickled between his pecs. You sat on the seat of the rowing machine, pressing your feet into the floor so the seat wouldn’t roll down the metal slide and watch. His knees were spread and you could see the way that his shorts had hitched up his hips, accentuating his cock through his basketball shorts, tightening on either side of his balls and it made you gulp. You felt yourself beginning to yearn for him, your mouth was salivating as you watched him, so fixated on the space between his legs and the continuing loosening and tightening of his shorts that you didn’t notice Tom sitting up, breaking open his eyes to find you sitting there watching him.

“JESUS FUCK!” He cried out when he saw you, still having thought that he was alone while he was working out. His words shocked you out of your cock lusted haze and made you jump, nearly falling off of the erg but his hand wrapped itself around yours and pulled you back to a stable position, also using you as a way to hoist himself off the floor so he stood above you, his sweaty brown curls falling in front of his quizzical orbs as he hooked a finger under your chin and brought your eyes to his, tearing your gaze from his glistening abs that were now in front of your face and you just wanted to smear your lips across them.

“Sorry for scaring you, Tommy” you utter, as his thumb brushes your cheek, your words eliciting a small chuck from Tom.

“It’s alright, love, how long were you sitting there?” he queried, wondering just how long you had been silently staring at him, well by the looks of it, admiring him, and he couldn’t help the blush that rose from his chest at the thought of you just tracing every curve of his body with your eyes without him knowing.

“Don’t actually know, but don’t let me interrupt you look like you still have things to do” he furrows his brow at your words, fully prepared to stop working out and spend time with you but you seemed pretty set on letting him continue so he didn’t argue, ducking down and stealing a kiss from your lips before returning to his mat.

His knees met the foam first then catching himself on his hands, pushing his legs back into a push-up position and dipping down. This position gave you a stunning view of his ass, how it squeezed when he bowed down to the floor, the way his grunts made it over the loud music was making your thirst for the man in front of you simply multiply. You couldn’t stop yourself, you had literally just told him to go back to work and there you were opening your mouth to ask him to stop.

“Tommy?” you called out, making him stop his actions and turn to look at you from over his shoulder, his brows scrunched with laughter.

“I thought you told me not to let you interrupt” he chuckled as he held himself in a side plank, his eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile as he watched you stand. “Whatcha doin’ love?” he asked as you laid down so your shoulder was flush with his hand.

“Giving you motivation” you insisted, pulling him pack down into a push up position by tugging on his shoulder, forcing him to fall over you.

“Was doing just fine without it” he laughed as you puckered your lips, inviting him to bow his elbows back and press down to your lips but as soon as he nearly reached them you dodged to the side, pressing a kiss under his ear, licking over the juncture very softly making him gasp. God his noises were gonna be the death of you.

“W-what was that?” he asks when he pushes back above you, elbows locking as he looks at you intently.

“A kiss” you explain, looking at him like he was dumb to cover your devilish desires, and your explanation seemed to be enough to satisfy Tom as he began to lower himself again, and this time you pressed a kiss against his collar bone, sucking lightly until he pulled away.

“Y/n” he groaned, looking down at where your head was but not it was just your hair, having scooted yourself down so you could kiss your way down his chest. His skin was salty against your lips but you didn’t mind, you cared less about his sweat and more about the fact that you could now feel Tom’s hardening cock pressing into you when he lowered down. It was pressing into your belly now as you peppered kisses down from his belly button, tracing your tongue along the waistband of his shorts.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Tom panted but you ignored him, pulling his shorts down until they were resting part way down his thighs, beneath his ball sack, his cock springing free and hitting you in the chin. You tilted your head down so your chin rested on your chest, letting his cock between your lips and rest on your tongue. You could sense Tom’s apprehension, almost able to hear the worried whimper of your name that was building in his throat but you decided to skip that part, wrapping your arms around his waist and digging your hands into his asscheeks and pulling him down, forcing him to do a push up.

His cock brushed the back of your throat but you managed to contain the gag that it triggered, letting him pull from between his lips as he pushed back up only to have you pull him back down again, removing one hand from his ass cheek and wrapping it in a searing grip around his hardon, positioning it so he would slip eagerly in between your salivating lips.

“Fuck” you heard Tom murmur in pleasure, his ab muscles were twitchin in your view as you opened yoru jaw just a little bit more, taking him in further when his body rises and falls again, he was enraptured by your mouth, focused on the wet friction of his dick against your tongue that he forgot what his arms were doing until he felt like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.

He sat back on his knees, his cock still nestled in your mouth as he gripped onto your scalp, pulling your head forward as he began to fuck into your mouth, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge with every jerk of his hips, his tip still brushing against the back of your throat with every stroke and it was making you gag, your throat clenching around his length, the constriction a sudden shock that was enough to send him over the edge, his cum shooting down your throat and spreading across the insides of your cheeks as you sucked harder and his cock, draining him for every ounce of cum that you could possibly manage until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He was moaning and whining and convulsing on top of you, unable to support himself he feel forward, catching himself on his palms as he pulled out of your mouth, a choked gargle leaving your lips as cum began to drip down your now empty throat, pushing yourself up from between his legs and letting his body fully collapse onto the mat.

“Fuck” He winced, having landed on his overly sensitive cock, crushing the spongy flesh slightly making him roll over onto his back.

You looked over your shoulder to admire your work, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you laid down next to him, resting your head on his chest as you looked up into his hooded and tired eyes. Your fingers traced down his accentuated abs muscles until they reached his cock, tracing very gently over the wet and tired skin earning a couple more twitches from him as you maintained eye contact.

“If I knew that was gonna happen when you watched me work out I would have made you come to every session with me” he laughs, fingers brushing your forehead as you tried to hide your face in his chest.

“Hey, none of that” he ordered, pulling you up so you were now above him, your knees on either side of his hips and lips only centimeters apart, breath hot as your eye contact made your belly erupt into little butterflies.

“I love you” he murmurs, closing the space between the both of you slowly.

“Love you too” you assure, setting your hips down onto his and feeling his cock again. “Love this cock too” you giggle, grinding down slightly, feeling it harden.

“God, you’re gonna kill me” Tom groaned, making you cease your actions and throw your head back in laughter.

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 5

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 4

Length: not too long:)

Trigger warnings: blood, fighting

You slowly opened your eyes.

The clouds that were orange and pink not so long ago now had turned dark along with the sky.

You've just realised how long you have been sitting on the cliff.

The chilly weather suddenly felt genuinely cold and a shiver ran down your spine. You wore light clothes not suited for a night in Liuye's mountains.

'I should start heading back' you thought. But you didn't move.

A few days have passed since Scaramouche left but it still felt like the wound he caused was wide open. You avoided every interaction with others and luckily they were considerate enough to let you be. No one gave you requests or tasks, they dealt with their problems themselves so you could be alone for a while.

A little guilt stung your chest. You said you would always protect them yet you were selfish enough to only think about yourself for days.

On the other hand, you also felt a little burnout. You still loved the village as much as you used to - maybe even more, now that it was the only thing left that you cared about - but you didn't want to go back to your previous way of living. Even though Scaramouche wasn't a part of your daily routine, everything felt so empty without him. Just thinking about him made you smile any time and you could always look forward to his visits. And when he was actually there, he made everything feel shiny and wonderful.

He sure was the grumpiest man but that just made his soft moment worth even more. How delighted you felt when he laughed at your stupid jokes or gave you a smile that wasn't teasing or (too) smug. When he first held your hand you couldn't stop grinning for days.

You let out a quiet chuckle as you remembered your beautiful memories together. For a few seconds the grief was gone with your smile but when it finally faded away the sorrow became even sharper in your heart.

But it actually wasn't that painful any more. It still hurt really deeply but now you could at least think of the benefits of the new situation.

Something that you always hated about being with Scara was that the village lived in a low-key but constant fear. They were all afraid of the fatui. And for a good reason, as you realised after their last visit.

Now you could at least keep them more safe. They didn't have to be afraid of your lover and his power any more.

You stared at the dark sky one last time then shook your head. You stood up, getting ready to head back to the village but your mind was still invaded by thoughts of Scara.

The rocks under your shoes jingled as you took a step forward.

Another step, another sound of them tinkling together.

Another step and a scream.

You flinched and immediately glanced at the rocks. But they weren't the ones making the desperate sound.

You stared in front of you, your mind numb and empty without any thoughts.

Another scream. Human voices strengthening and getting louder and louder in the distance.

You looked up slowly, turning your gaze to where the village was. It was pitch black. Until red dots started lighting up.

'Oh no' you whispered to yourself.

The realisation hit you and your whole body froze for a moment.

'Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no...'

You finally moved, grabbing your polearm off your back. Then you started running.

There was no time to safely climb down on the mountainside. You threw yourself off the cliff, slashing through the cold air and landing on your weapon. Running and jumping again like your whole life depended on it.

It probably did. The village was the only thing you wanted to live for after Scaramouche left.

Terrible guilt stabbed your heart. You couldn't believe you neglected the place and people you once swore to protect. You couldn't believe you actually forgot about them and selfishly only cared about your wounds even though they needed you.

And now they were attacked.

Fear crawled up on your spine as you jumped up from a cliff. You were pretty close to the village now.

Out of breath, you heart beating at a crazy speed but you were ready to take any monsters down.

You landed on your spear, slipped and fell painfully. But you were up on your feet in a blink of an eye, sprinting again.

The village was in a worse situation than you had imagined.

You ran through the gates and stopped, looking around to see where your help was needed the most.

It was needed everywhere.

Your eyes grew wide open.

The houses were on fire, burning and lighting up the night. People were running around in chaos, monsters chasing them. Abbys mages sent whole blaze bombs after them. They set everything on fire.

An abandoned child crying on the stairs. Her father fighting a mitachurl with a single hack. Mothers desperately trying to find their family.

The blood red flames reflected in your eyes as you stood there, numbed by the terrifying destruction.

You moved on your own as you clenched your fist around the spear.

You jumped at the speed of the light. One moment you were still standing under the gates and the next you flashed your way through a group of hilichurls.

There were just corpses left behind in your way.

An old man cried for your help when he saw you. He was trying to protect his house from an abyss mage.

You landed behind the monster. It heard the noise and tried to turn around.

But before it could've even moved an inch, your whole body strained then let loose. Hydro bursting out of your veins, it broke through the mage's shield in an instant.

It fell but never reached the ground. Your spear cut through it in mid-air.

'Thank you!' The old man panted, his entire body trembling. 'I...'

'Leave the village!' You yelled through the discord of screams and roars. 'Go to the bamboo forest!'

'But my house...'

'Leave. Now.' You ordered in a way that it was impossible to disobey.

Then you moved on.

Your aura was filled with tense hydro vibrating in the dark. It strangled the monsters with one touch but suffocated you as well.

But you didn't feel the pain at all. Everything inside you focused on the fighting and precise killing. You flashed from one side of the village to another, trying to save the people you swore to protect.

But even though your strength was almost non-human in these minutes of crisis it still felt incredibly lacking.

The whole village was on fire at this point. The abyss mages did not care about their puppets, they burned hilichurls as well as people.

Because there were so many of them.

You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and looked around desperately. There were so many monsters. And so many people you still needed to save.

The heat was unbearable. Sweatdrops streamed down your face despite the constant hydro aura surrounding you.

Suddenly the ground started shaking and you nearly fell over.

A lawachurl slammed his fists down. It let out a huge roar and turned to the closest person to it.

A frightened cry left your lips as you recognised the tiny figure.

Little Yu.

She rose her arms, shielding something behind her. She seemed almost fearless as she looked straight into the gigantic monster's eyes. But it was still a ridiculous try to stop the lawachurl.

It lifted its fists into the air, getting ready to cause another earthquake.

It swang it...

But before it could have reached the ground, you appeared in front of him out of blue.

Your spear cut through its left fist. The monster shook and roared in pain. It tried to grab you but you quickly dodged and sprang back.

The lawachurl let out a deep growl and slowly straightened up.

You couldn't help but feel ludicrously tiny compared to the huge figure. It started to manifest its geo shield. You stepped back in slight panic and glanced at Yu behind you.

'Y/n!' She cried out, grabbing the edge of your coat. 'I'm so happy you're here! Please protect us!'

You finally recognised the figure behind her. It was her wounded mother kneeling on the ground, bleeding out. Yet, the look in her daughter's eyes was brave and now hopeful.

She had faith in you. They all had their faith in you.

This thought was the only thing giving you strength.

You grabbed her arm and leaned closer to her as the lawachurl started walking towards you in the background.

Your heart was beating so fast it felt like exploding, the blood streaming in your veins hot and tense. But you still managed to sound calm when you spoke to the child.

'Listen carefully to what I have to say. Do you remember the spot where you met me and the harbinger a few days ago?' She nodded. 'Collect as many people as you can from the village and the bamboo forest and go there. Hide and don't come out until you're completely sure the monsters are gone. Do you understand?'

'Yes' she answered. But she still seemed hesitant.

'What is it?' You asked hastily for the lawachurl was getting closer to you with every passing moment.

'Will you be alright?' She asked, locking eyes with you.

'Of course' you gently pushed her backwards to her mother who seemed to have regained her consciousness. 'Now go!'

She nodded and helped her mother stand up. You made sure they got out of your zone safely.

Then turned around.

Just in time to see the lawachurl slamming down its fists.

You dodged and jumped upwards. Spun in the air and stabbed your spear infused with hydro into the monster's thick skin.

You landed safely on the ground with the bloody polearm in your grip.

The lawachurl roared so loudly that his voice shook the mountains. It swang towards you blinded by the pain but you dodged again.

You straightened up directly in front of it. Clenched your teeth together before quickly telling a quiet prayer.

You were ready to face all monsters.

#cliffhanger go brr muhaha #cloudenthusiast #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche angst #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #angst #genshin angst

[comfortbucky]

requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

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pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

word count: 1.5 k

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Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.

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Keys of truth - Harry Styles

❄️ FANFICmas 2020 ❄️

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hiya loves! this was a very sudden idea of mine that i really wanted to write so i made it to be the last fic of fanficmas! thank you for reading my works through the month, i hope you all enjoyed all the content and i hope you’ll stay with me in 2021 as well! this is an exlovers to lovers fic, kind of very emotional so... yeah!

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You stay in your car for so long the heat that warmed you on your way here has completely disappeared, your fingers are like ice as they still grip the steering wheel. The snow blizzard  outside is raging, warning you that if you don’t go inside anytime soon you might get stuck here and that’s the last thing you want: trapped with your ex who you still dearly love.

You can barely see out of the windshield, it’s covered in snow, another sign that your time is ticking, you need to get back home before all roads get snowed in.

“You can do it. It’s just Harry,” you tell yourself, but that’s the problem. It’s Harry who is currently inside, kind of waiting for you to arrive, pack the remaining of your stuff from his house so your breakup can be official.

The burning regret has been making your life miserable in the past few weeks, ever since you said the words and instantly wanted to take them back. But upon seeing his reaction, you decided to be stubborn and don’t show your weakness.

“Can’t this conversation just wait a little longer, please?” he sighed, clearly annoyed that you brought up the same thing for the hundredth time in the past two months. But you just couldn’t help it, you were feeling like you were running out of time and Harry didn’t seem to realize it.

“How can you ask me to put it aside when my lease is ending in January? I need to know how to plan. Why is it so hard to decide if you want me here or not?”

The thought of moving together had come up a few times, but it became a burning question when your lease was nearing its end. You wanted to move in with Harry, something you’ve been planning on for a while, and you thought he did the same. But when you first mentioned it to him, he seemed hesitant, as if he didn’t want it wholeheartedly and that hurt you like Hell, but thought he might had had just a long day. So you agreed to have the conversation another time, but it seemed like no time was suitable for him. He had been dodging your question instantly, trying to get out of it as fast as possible, giving you the feeling that he doesn’t want you around after all.

But it was now the beginning of December, leaving you very little time to look for a new place if he decided he needed his own place. It wouldn’t have bothered you that much, you understand his need for privacy, but at least have the courage to tell you, right? But he didn’t. He kept brushing it off, building the tension in you until one day… you snapped.

“It’s not that easy, Y/N, alright? I asked you to have this discussion later, why can’t you wait a little more?” he snapped right back, growing frustrated as well, but you didn’t think he had the right.

“Wait for what? To make up your mind if you want a future with me or not? If you are hesitant about it, then I think we have a bigger problem on your hands here, Harry,” you retorted, feeling all the rage you’ve kept bottled up erupt from you.

“What does that supposed to mean?” He looks at you with a hard stare and you stand his piercing eyes, not looking away.

“What it means is that… your behavior is making me think that maybe we aren’t heading in the right direction. I thought it was evident that we would move in, but your hesitation is kind of ruining the picture for me.”

“I’m not hesitating, I just asked for some time to smooth some things out!”

“What things? Do you have someone else living with you and you need to get rid of them before I can move in or what?”

“For fuck’s sake, just give me some damn time, Y/N!”

“Well, I don’t think I have any more time.”

He stared at you in disbelief and the words burned your tongue, but there was no turning back now, it was out there.

“For the moving or for me?” he simply asked, no emotion showing on his face and that hurt you more than you expected. You wanted him to panic, to fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but his reaction was so cold and empty, it completely broke your heart.

“I think we both know the answer,” you whispered, feeling the tears building in your eyes already.

You stormed out of his place after a few insults were thrown at each other and now it has been three weeks you officially called it quits. The worst three weeks of your life, if you are being honest. Not one night went by without you crying yourself to sleep, deeply missing Harry. You still love him more than anyone or anything and there were so many times you just wanted to go back to him crawling, but your pride didn’t let you. He seemed just fine to let you go and that was like a stab in your chest, see him so in peace with you walking out. You just couldn’t believe two years went right out the window just like that, after such a ridiculous little thing. You still haven’t been able to figure out why he couldn’t just give you an answer. It would have been painful to hear him tell you he doesn’t want you living with him just yet, but you would have gotten over it eventually. Would have been a lot better ending to the story than this ugly breakup you won’t be able to forget about… ever.

Swinging the door open the cold wind slaps you right across your face, earning some pretty creative curses from you as you lock the car. Snow is everywhere, threateningly falling with no mercy, and you know you need to make it quick.

Marching up to the front door you push the button to the doorbell a little too forcefully, eyes squinting from the blizzard and it feels like your eyelashes are now covered in snow completely.

Then the door opens and there he is, standing tall and just as handsome as always, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a knitted sweater, curls a little messy but in the cutest way possible. He looks so cozy and warm, you just want to wrap yourself into his embrace, but you remind yourself that you no longer have the right to be that close to him.

“Hey, come on in,” he greets you with a small smile, holding the door open as you walk inside and he finally shuts the door, keeping the cold outside.

You haven’t seen him since your fight and now it’s like another slap across your face, seeing him in the flesh, looking… fine. As if nothing has happened while you’ve been a nervous wreck these past weeks and it makes the whole situation even more painful.

“Hi. I’ll be quick, I promise,” you tell him clearing your throat as you get rid of your coat and boots, leaving them by the door so you don’t get any mess on any of his rugs. He nods his head quietly following you further inside the house before taking the lead. You’ve thought about this place as a second home for some time now, but now being here as just some kind of guest is heartbreaking, but you try your best not to think about how painful it really is.

“Most things are in the wardrobe, but I think you have quite some books in the study as well,” he says, awkwardly clearing his throat as he walks you into his bedroom he has shared with you oh so many times before.

“Thanks,” you mumble.

“Do you fancy a cup of tea? I can also help you if you want,” he offers, clearly not certain about how he should act now and that makes the two of you, it seems.

“Tea sounds great, but I’ll be fine on my own,” you tell him with a faint smile and he just nods, shuffling out of the room, leaving you alone.

You start going through his spacious wardrobe, collecting all your items you’ve left here through your time with him, and pack them away into the bags you brought with yourself, knowing well you have a lot to take home. You hear Harry starting the kettle outside in the kitchen and you need to take a deep breath so you don’t start crying. You miss him so much. You miss having him around, talking to you, touching you… kissing you. It’s killing you to know that you’ll never have him the way you want and it feels like you can do nothing, but to suffer quietly.

While packing, you find some of the shirts he always gave you when you spent the night, even though you had your own clothes to sleep in. There was just something different to have his shirts on, smell his scent and he also never failed to tell you how much he loves seeing you wear his stuff, so you shamelessly borrowed anything that caught your eyes. For a moment, you debate if he would notice if you took one of his shirts, but then you tell yourself it would be a stupid idea, so you force yourself to leave there everything that’s not essentially yours.

“Here. With a dash of honey, just like how you always drink it,” he smiles at you warmly as he reappears with a steaming mug in his hands.

“Thank you,” you mumble shyly taking the mug from him to have a breather from all the packing.

He stays standing there, just a few feet from you, looking around a little lost, his hands on his hips, as if he is trying to find something to do, but there’s none. It’s the first time you see something in him, something you are not used to, but it’s so masked that you can’t put your finger on it.

“Alright, um… I’ll be in the kitchen if you need any help,” he then says with a tight-lipped smile before walking out and leaving you alone again.

You need a breather once he is gone, you let yourself sit on the edge of his bed, sipping on the tea and you can’t ignore how he used your favorite filter, the one you always made him buy so he had it at his place as well. These thoughtful little things always make your stomach churn, especially now. Because you just can’t put it together with how it all ended. Why would he be this caring and loving man towards you, when he doesn’t want you anymore?

Swallowing down you tears you just sit there until you finish the hot drink and force yourself to stand up and bring the mug out for him. Your feet tap against the hardwood floor quietly and as you are about to turn the corner, you stop hearing his quiet voice coming from the kitchen.

“I can’t, Gems. I can’t fucking do it,” you hear him, his voice muffled and something odd lacing through it. “But it’s so fucking hard!” he snaps after a short silence and you assume his sister told him something through the phone. “I don’t want this…” he breathes out and you realize that he is crying.

He lets out a quiet sob and you dare to step forward and look in his way in the kitchen. He is hunched over with his back facing you, a hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other one his holding his phone to his ear. He looks so broken, like just a ghost of himself, nothing like the unbothered man you saw just a little while ago. Seeing him like this breaks your heart even more and you don’t even know what to do or say, so you just stand there, eavesdropping on his conversation with his sister.

“I don’t know how she would react. You really think it’s a good idea?” he asks, sniffing his nose and his hand flies from the countertop to his face, wiping his cheeks harshly. “I don’t… Fuck, this is so bad, Gems.”

You feel your throat closing up, you are dying to know what Gemma is saying on the other end of the call.

“I know,” he replies to something. “Of course I do. How can I not? This was never supposed to happen.” Another silence. “I fucking know, Gems, but I felt so dumbfounded, I literally couldn’t think straight!”

You suck on your breath, trying your best to put the bits and pieces together. If he is talking about what you think, you are about to break out into sobs any moment.

“Alright,” he sighs, head falling back a little as he is probably blinking away his tears. The urge to just go up behind him and hug his waist, pressing your cheek against his shoulder blades, like you always do whenever he is washing the dishes or making breakfast for the two of you, is getting hard to fight.

He ends the call and before you could even realize, your feet are taking you forward in his direction. Your knee cracks when you take a bigger step and it makes his head snap around. You freeze right where you are, a few feet away from him, holding your empty mug in your hands, staring back at him at a lack of words. Now that he is facing you it’s clear that he was indeed crying, the redness around his eyes and glistening cheeks of his give him away instantly.

“Oh, um, hey. You need help with anything?” he asks, wiping his cheeks again, though there’s no use in trying to hide the signs.

“Harry, what was that about?” you softly ask as he keeps his eyes fixated on the tiled floor in front of him.

“Just… Gemma.”

“What was never supposed to happen?” you ask ignoring how he tried to dodge your question. He draws a shaky breath, looking anywhere but at you and you hate it. You need to see those green eyes on you. So stepping closer you turn his head by his chin so his glassy gaze meets yours.

Harry opens his mouth two times, but closes it until he finally speaks up for the third time.

“There’s something I want to give you,” he tells you, caching you by surprise.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“Just…” he breathes out in defeat. “Let me give it to you, okay? And I’ll answer all your questions after that.”

Silently you nod and watch him shuffle into his bedroom, hearing him open a drawer and then he appears with a tiny box in his hands. It’s deep blue, with a pretty little white bow on top. He gestures for you to sit on the couch with him, so you silently obey and the two of you sit on each sides of his plush couch.

“Here,” he whispers handing you the box. Glancing up at him you try to put the picture together, but you fail to see what this is about so you go ahead and take off the lid.

At first you don’t realize what it is that you are looking at. There is a set of keys on a chain along with a little silver heart, your name engraved into it. A second passes by, then another and you gasp when realization hits you.

“Harry, what is this?” you ask, not really meaning that what’s in the box, because you figured it’s the keys to his place, but you can’t figure out why he just gave this to you.

“I’ve had them made for over two months. Wanted to give them to you on Christmas as a surprise. This was my plan all along and this is why I tried to push the conversation back. There was nothing to talk about, I wanted you here, I just wanted it to be a surprise for you. But then we had that stupid fight and I knew I should have just told you the truth, but I was shocked and couldn’t think properly. I never wanted us to end up like this and when I realized what I did you were already… gone.”

The tears start soaking your cheeks within a moment as you clutch onto the keys for dear life, listening to Harry.

“I was an idiot. I wanted to call you and tell you why I didn’t want to talk about the moving, but then I thought you wouldn’t believe me and say that I was just trying to save what was left of us. Fuck, that was my biggest mistake ever. I haven’t stopped beating myself up about it and I’ve been so miserable without you, Y/N. You can’t even imagine.”

“I think I can,” you choke out with a bitter laugh. “I regretted it the moment I said those words. But I was too proud to admit it and you seemed just fine with it.”

“Oh I was miles away from being fine,” he breathes out, his body falling forward as he leans his elbows onto his thighs. “I didn’t stop crying until like six in the morning, Y/N. After you left, I felt like I had nothing left.”

You sob at his words, putting the keys aside as you crawl into his arms, swinging a leg over him so you can straddle him and sit on his lap. His strong arms curl around your frame instantly, an instinct he has had for a while now and three weeks wasn’t enough to get rid of it, luckily. He pulls you close as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing and crying uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry I ever made you think I’m not planning my future with you. You are my future, Y/N. All of it.”

“Stop!” you choke out laughing. “I can’t cry any harder!” you say, making him laugh as well. His hand slides to the back of your neck, threading his fingers into your hair.

“Oh baby, I don’t want you to cry at all,” he chuckles softly, pulling you to his chest once again. “I want you to be happy, preferably with me, but if you tell me to fuck off, I still understand.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” you smack his chest gently. “I love you way too much to ever say that.”

“Fuck, you don’t know how amazing it is to hear that,” he breathes out as his hands move up to cup your face and he finally pulls you into a sweet, i-missed-you-so-fucking-much-don’t-ever-leave-me-again kiss that makes the whole world spin around you. Just like that, the universe falls into perfect balance and all the suffering and pain you had to go through, it vanishes the moment Harry’s lips touch yours again, something you truly thought would never happen again.

“So, have you found a place yet?” he asks, a little out of breath from the kisses you two just shared. Resting his forehead against yours he looks into your eyes with his piercing green ones that you missed so dearly.

“I was supposed to move to my sister’s temporarily, but I guess I can give her a call that she won’t have to put up with me after all,” you chuckle making Harry laugh as well. “When do you want me to move?”

“Like right now,” he replies instantly, making your heart flutter. “But whenever you want to, it doesn’t matter as long as you don’t change your mind about it.”

“Then how about after Christmas?”

“Perfect,” he breathes out pecking your lips again.

“I guess we have to rearrange our Christmas plans too. Unless… you don’t want me to go home with you.”

“None of that shit anymore, baby. I want you with me all the time,” he blurts out making you smile. He will never hold anything back from now on, this mishap taught you both a lesson about communication and honesty. He turns to look out the window and you follow his gaze realizing the blizzard has completely snowed the two of you in. “I think we might be trapped here for a while,” he states, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“Oh no, what a disaster!” you moan, voice still shaky from the crying, but your comment makes the both of you laugh.

“Luckily, you still have all your stuff here,” he huffs looking back at you.

“Mhm, luckily,” you breathe out before pulling him down for another kiss.

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Free (The Much Needed Part Two of Locked Away)

okay so this was requested by @5ugarcan3 who asked: “ PLEEEASE if its not 2 much trouble i’d love to see pt 2 to the sam x reader prison fic where its fluffy n stuff :( u broke my heart with the ending “

As well as @unalive-mee who left this reply on the first part: “ damnnn that was so good, would love to see a part two where they respawn and that was one of their canon lives because this broke me”

So I have been forced to see that I cannot just leave it there unfortunately so check out Part One if you haven’t already, just so you know what's been going on {low key I’m doing this begrudgingly, can you tell?}

{I mean can you blame me? I was so proud of the way I broke people}

{Alright enough stalling, here we go...}

Awesamdude x fem!reader

trigger warnings: a few swears, mentions of previous character death, slight panic attack

premise: Though you’d long since respawned after the incident at the prison, and you were sure Dream was out of your head, Sapnap, BBH and a few others still thought it was a good idea to keep you mostly isolated, until one day...

{Also the Bloodvines aren’t a thing here}

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You sighed, blinking sleep out of your eyes as sunlight filtered through the half closed window. 

Slowly you sat up, looking around the tiny bedroom you’d been given, tucked up into the corner of Bad and Skeppy’s mansion. You’d been given relative run of this corridor, but you were still stuck inside. 

At least, you reminded yourself, it’s not prison. 

You went to the window, looking out over the wood, absently tracing one of the many scars that had appeared after you’d respawned, they had always told you that it was from what Dream had made you do, and all the people you’d fought. 

The day had barley begun, and you had only just finished getting dressed properly when a loud explosion echoed over the hills. 

“What the hell was that?” You demanded, already starting toward the stairs at a run. 

On the main floor you could hear Bad yell, “Stay with (y/n)! Keep her in here!” 

Moments later you crashed into Skeppy on the stairs, both of you quickly springing back up in a panic you yelling, “What’s happening?!” 

“Go back upstairs- it’s being sorted!” He said quickly, trying to shove you back up the stairs. 

“At lease tell me what's going on!” You cried desperately. 

The diamond man sighed, “Its Dream-”  

“He’s back?” You immediately went to shove by him. 

“Stop!” Skeppy yelled, latching onto your arm and starting to pull you back to the stairs, “You can’t help them! We don’t know if he’s still in your head or not! If your in the middle of helping them take him down and he takes over again-”

You hung your head in defeat, “There's no telling what would happen.” 

He nodded, and together you slowly climbed the stairs, reaching your room in a matter of minutes, “I’m going to have to lock you in here.” 

“Probably for the best.” You murmured, shuffling inside and sitting down on the bed, watching as Skeppy closed the door, the lock clicking into place, followed by the telltale sound of him blocking the door up. 

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Sam watched as Dream staggered to his feet, facing the entirety of he army that had amassed, his expression seeming unfazed, “That all you got?” 

“Not even close bitch.” Tommy said, staring back as he drew his sword. 

Dream sighed, looking around before hefting his axe, using his other hand to bite off another piece of golden apple, downing a strength potion as well, “When will you ever learn?” 

In a flash he was lunging at the boy, who barley had time to throw up his shield to block the attack, shoving Dream back, following him into the middle of the field, “I think I’ve had my share of lessons.” 

From the side, several people drew there bows, knocking arrows and letting them rain around Dream, who began to struggle to dodge them.

Tubbo motioned for a momentary cease in fire and Tommy lunged forward, the tip of hiss bald connecting with Dreams arm. In retaliation the man nearly screamed, practically tripping over himself to slash at Tommy, who barley dodged enough, a shallow cut now lining his leg. 

Technoblade handed Sam a splash potion, murmuring, “healing.” in the moments before Sam lobbed the bottle Tommy’s direction. 

“’is ones harmin.” 

Sam took it from the piglin, using the gap between Tommy and Dream, the archers now firing around Dream again, to throw the potion, grinning as it splashed just at Dream’s feet. 

The man nearly fell to the ground, quickly twisting out of the way of another arrow, concentration clear on his face, though yet again it was clear his focus was on nothing near the battle. 

Tommy grinned, taking the time to push forward, shoving Dream the rest of the way to the ground, preparing to run him through, “Any last words Green bitch?” 

“Go to hell,” Dream spat, reaching up to grab Tommy’s hands, shoving the sword down, into his chest, “I’ll see you there.” 

Tommy looked up, a slight gasp escaping as he turned to the army, grin spreading, “We did it! Tubbo we did it!” 

There were cheers all around, people hugging and laughing and crying. 

Techno and Sam stood to the side, the former looking at the latter warily, “If you try to hug me I will literally kill you, no hesitation.” 

Sam nearly laughed, “No- there's someone else I’d rather be hugging.” 

As if on cue, Bad came running toward them, “Sam! Sam we need to talk!” 

“About what?” 

A smile crept onto the demons face, “(y/n)- she’s- well I figured it was best to tell you now, and not before cause you know, we didn’t know if he- but never mind that! (Y/n)s alive, come on!” 

The Next thing Sam knew he was being dragged off to Bad’s house, yelling, “But you said that was her last life!” 

20 minutes later they made it up to your room as Skeppy finished removing the last of the obsidian, Bad reassuring, “It was a temporary percuasion, just because of what was going on today.” 

Slowly, Sam opened the door, looking around to find you, looking battered and bruised from your attempts at throwing yourself at the door to escape, curled in the corner, hands tightly gripping your hair, eyes squeezed shut. 

The (y/n) he could last remember, cold and cruel, unforgiving and harsh now seemed broken. 

He slowly knelt in front of you, “(y/n)?” 

Your head jerked up at Sam’s voice, and he could see the wide smile on your face as you rushed forward, grabbing his hands, “Sam! I’m- I’m free!” 

His arms were quick to wrap around you, a smile now on his face upon seeing that you were no longer the monster he could remember, just the person you once were, repeating, “Free.” 

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #awesamdude x reader #teddy06 writes

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Yoo! *hands you subway sandwich* I absolutely loved the soulmate AU with Micheal making choices for each other. And I was wondering (if you can/want) what would it be like for Billy Lenz.

hii *fucking devours subway sandwich* thank u so much i love u <3 i would love to write for him! sorry if hes ooc :<

sorry it took so long too, i thought it said lOOMIS AND I LOOK BACK AND IT SAYS LENZ LMFAAAOOOOOOOO then i procrastinated xd its super awkward and weird, im sorry!! i tried- i was on major fucking writers block!!

bro u made me eat a bug dont talk to me

soulmate au.. makin choices fo eachother..

billy lenz x reader

also, just imagine like. a party right before christmas and they dont call the police to help them rather do it themselves, but then 1 girl calls and they're on their way at the end.. ya dig? ALSO I KNOW ITS HIS HOME BUT I DIDNT HAVE AN IDEA SO xd

"Hello?" You answer the phone politely, looking over your notes before closing the book as you wait in silence for a reply on the other line. "Hellooo?" You drag out the 'o' in hello.

"Y/n? Hey, hows'it going. Listen i have this party goin' on and I know you don't have jack-shit to do, so, why don't you come on over?"

Barb! Ah, that bitch.. should i? You thought over the pros and cons as Barb waited impatiently on the other line.

soulmate chooses: go to party.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Streets?" You ask, opening your notebook back up, flipping to a blank page as Barb told you the address. You hang up on the girl and rip the piece of paper off, holding it between your teeth as you lift yourself from your cushioned chair, grabbing your coat that hung on the back and quickly stuffed the address in the pocket of your coat.

eat bug or do not eat bug.

You furrow your eyebrows at the choices. Before choosing 'do not eat the bug'. What the fuck?

Of course you would choose not to eat the fucking bug. You weren't a dick. But your fucking soulmate was. You were totally gonna beat their fucking ass for choosing such choices.

You sigh, grabbing your coat on the way out. Your necessities jingling in your pockets of said coat. You shove your hand in, dragging out your keys, turning around to lock your door. Sighing once more, as you enter your car and start the ignition. You pull out the address. "Can't be too hard, can it?" You mutter, finally pulling out of your driveway.

"Hello!" You wiggle your fingers as a small wave at the unrecognizable woman who opened the door. "Hello." Sge greeted back softly. "Are you a friend of Barbs'?"

"You betcha!"

"Well, I'm Jess! It's a pleasure to meet you.. come on in!" Jess opened the door wider. You see a few other girls chatting lively. A glass or a beer bottle in their hands. You follow Jess.

"Y/n! You made it! Good job." Barb greeted you, immediately handing you a beer you watched her pop open. You grab it, took a gulp, and thanked her.

You spot an ant crawling on the counter by you. Jess and Barb began to argue softly. Background noise.. You debate on whether to wipe it up and eat it. You shake your heads of the thoughts to rid of the possibility of your soulmate choosing-

eat the ant.

You growl under your breath, crushing the ant under your index finger and wiping it off on your tongue. You swallow it with your spit.

Im totally beating my soulmates fucking ass.. you thought angrily, chugging the rest of your piss-tasting beer. Chug, chug, chug! You cheer yourself on.

soulmate chooses: chug.

You chuckle before downing the rest of your cheap beer. Barb hands you another wordlessly. A smirk planted on her lips as she watches you down another.

"You should really slow down, Y/n."

"Eeh come on, Jess." Barb rolled her eyes, tossing an empty bottle into the trashcan. "Her soulmate probably made her chug." Barb defends poorly.

"I suppose.. how about you chug some water?"

"Yeah.. that'd be best. I'm already feeling a fucking buzz!" You laugh, being the lightweight you were.

Soon. You had awoke in a extremely comfortable bed with a small headache.

"It's so quiet.." You mutter to yourself. Dragging your hand over your face before quickly pulling away, realising you already had acne that was beginning to sprout. You stare at the ceiling, glancing at the window. Still night-time. You turn your head to the nightstand. The lamp was on. A small glass of water.

"Awh." You smile at the thought of one of the girls leaving a cup of water for you, quietly closing the door behind them. You immediately sit up and chug the water, tossing in the two pills that lied on a small napkin right next to it. You swallow, lathering the pills up in your spit.

You stretch your arms over your head, before falling back onto the plush mattress layered in bedding. You sigh, before finally deciding that it was time to get up and see what was going on downstairs. If you were even upstairs.. you cant tell. Maybe you were downstairs? You continued your train of thought as you closed the door behind you politely. Not bothering to take the glass with you.

You continue down the stairs, hand sliding down the railing as you slowly step down each step, before noticing the sticky, yet not sticky liquid your hand laid in. "The fuck? Strawberry syrup, L-O-L." You lift it up to your lips, licking. Clearly not thinking as the taste registered.

"Pennies. Blood? Oops." You wipe your fingers off on your shirt, quickly continuing down the stairs. "Baaarrrb?!" You call out, awkwardly. "Oh. Who's the shit-face drunk lying on the floor." You step closer towards the dining area. "Barb? You fucking drunk." You snicker.

soulmate chooses: kick her.

You do so. Not like you had any choice yourself. Kicking her lightly in the stomach, you step away. "What the fuck?!" You shriek, slapping the hand that was placed in your shoulder. You turn around to face a rugged man in a dark sweater and black pants. no shoes? Yet socks on his feet.. "Who are you?!"

The person before you didn't answer before lifting up a single hand thay held a.. glass unicorn? The tip of the horn was covered in a red substance. You could only assume strawberry syrup once more.

"Murderer!" You shriek, grabbing the lamp next to you and chucked it at the offending man who barely dodged it. He screamed back in response before lunging at you; successfully tackling you to the carpet rug.

"I can't believe you, are my soulmate.. well no, i can." You place your index finger on your chin in a thoughtful manner as you stare at the ceiling. "Are you?"

"billy made you eat an ant." he snickers horridly in your ear.

As, Billy, with the biggest cock known to man, squabbled and licked the shell of your ear, muttering about pigs and boobs and pussies, you nod to yourself.

"I can just hand you over to the police, no problem." You hug yourself. "But could I, really? My soulmate. Who has killed people.. Barb. God, you fucking cunt!" You screech, rolling away from him, just to jump back on the wide-eyed motherfucker, wrapping your hands around his neck and your cunt being right over his crotch. Haha.

He gasped for air, short, uneven nails scratch at your hands.

Tables were turned, and you were back on the floor with Billy over you, screaming out profanities.

"I'm sorry, Billy." You apologize falsely. Tears streaming down to your ears, since, you were on the floor.. gravity? "You killed my friend, man. I didn't even know her that long!"

Billy leans over and licks the tears away. You flinch away, before he pulls you into his lap awkwardly, his head dipped down into the crevice of your neck and sniffed loudly before giggling to himself.

"Billy's pretty little pig. Billy's. Pretty pig. Pretty cunt. Pretty, pretty, pretty." He mutters, an odd sense of nostalgia washed over you, catching an odd scent that activated said nostalgia.

"Move bitch. Let me get fucking comfortable." You snap, pulling out of his hold and turning your body around to face him. Crotch to crotch as you wrap your legs above his own.. does this make sense? You wrap your legs around his and he crosses his legs, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you fiddle with his hair.

"Man, you are such a fucking dick. Making me do all those fucking things while i chose nice things for you.." You lay your head on his shoulder. Very much stinky, yes.

"We should dip though. Didn't one of the girls call the police while yo' dumb-fucking-ass was suffocating one?" You pull away, getting a good look at his face.

You wouldn't say he was.. handsome.. but you certainly wouldn't say he was ugly. His skin was.. a sickly pale yellow. His.. fuckimg huge brown eyes stared at you. His cracked lips were curled into a unnerving smile.

soulmate chooses: leave.

"Yeah. Let's go." You stand, offering him a hand.

Billy's blood coated calloused hand makes contact with your own. You gag, covering your lips with your free-hand. "Fucking disgusting." You mutter in disgust, enduring it for the sake of your new partner.

You shove Billy in the back of your car, slamming the door shut and sprinting to the other side, just to slip right before you put your hand on the door.

You swing it open angrily, sitting down and starting the ignition, ignoring Billy's giggles and mutters as he peers out the window like a little kid looking at snow for the first time.

break the window or tap obnoxiously.

You roll your eyes, the hint of a smile plastered onto your lips.

tap obnoxiously.

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