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yeochikin · 4 years

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butterfly & puppy. | j. yunho

a/n: i had this idea for a while now and i’m glad that i finally have a full idea on how to do it aaa enjoy reading! and feedbacks are very much appreciated 🥺💖 also, tagging @closer-stars bcs she asked me to hehe

word count: 3.6k

main focus: yunho x fem. reader

warning(s): none really, just strangers to friends type of plot ehe.

lithe digits curled themselves into small fists upon having both arms being stretched out, y/n released a quiet noise underneath her breath at how the tight knots that had formed in her back slowly came to loosen themselves with the stretching after the long hours of sleep in her worn out mattress from the few years of usage. with a and rubbing her face, the young woman slowly got out of bed before letting her legs lead her to the window, pulling the curtains back.

the action, however, managed to let the morning’s brightness fill itself into the small dim bedroom of hers. with how she had only just roused from her sleep, her eyes immediately shut tight out of instinct before they blinked a few times to adjust themselves to the day’s way of greeting her. despite how painfully bright it was, a fond smile made its way over her tiers as soon as her irises were finally able to focus on the scenery right in front of her.

the skies weren't gloomy by all means, yet y/n could still see how the sun was hiding itself behind the slow-passing clouds, reminding the young woman of some type of cotton candy being hung on the sky. the bright flowers from her little garden she had proudly created ever since last year somehow became a contrast to the skies above, varying from the colours of yellow, red, purple, and green. looking closely, she could tell that there was a brief shower from last night due to the fact how damp the leaves looked and how her pots seemed to darken with their shade of colour.

breathing in a sigh out of content, y/n pulled herself away from her window to go on about her morning routine, already making a mental plan of making a trip to the marketplace, where people from different districts would come together during the weekends to sell their produce in the city. though, it would be best to leave her house as early as possible.

she wouldn’t want to miss out on the best items being sold for being late due to the long minutes of waiting for the second train.

giving herself one more glance in the mirror, y/n’s fingertips gingerly brushed some of the stray hairs away from her face before clipping them with a simple hairclip in the shape of butterfly wings, the corners of her lips turning up ever so little with how satisfied she looked in the mirror. with one final brush of her hands along the creases of her dress, a low hum vibrated against the back of her throat.

she’s all ready to head to the train station.

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upon arriving in the train station, her eyes widened ever so slightly at how there was quite a crowd. though, she should have expected it sooner knowing how the marketplace was very much known to attract visitors from all over the place, her area was no exception. glancing up at the sign, the bold red neon letters and numbers in the sign indicated that there was still a few more minutes to kill for the train to arrive.

tugging her self-made knitted bag close to her side, the young woman decided to wait just near the sides where there were less crowds but close enough to give her access near the doors in case the train arrives soon. a clear lesson she had taught herself after the occasional times of standing quite a distance away from the automatic sliding doors of the train during the crowded times.

while waiting, she noticed heavy footsteps making their way to where she was standing. as if on reflex, y/n turned her head to the side in wonder who it could be. much to her surprise, a tall young man, most likely around her age more or less, stood just a few steps away from her with both hands in the pockets of his trousers paired with a light blue flannel, a white t-shirt underneath it, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. she even noticed the slight waviness of his onyx strands, reminding her of the midnight sky she would see during one of her sleepless nights.

however, something had caught her eye. something was sticking on the back of his flannel, it wasn’t large though it certainly wasn’t that small to go unnoticed either. with her teeth digging against the inside of her cheek, y/n contemplated whether to tell him or leave it be, thinking that the male would notice it sooner or later as he went about his day.

but of course, the urge to tear to pick the item away was bothering her mind, taking a deep breath as she approached the tall stranger.

giving his arm a couple of pokes to gain his attention, y/n couldn’t help but to feel her breath hitch at how undeniably attractive he is. however, admiring the stranger is not her biggest objective for now. timidly smiling up at the taller man, her index finger pointed out at the said item stuck on the back of his top.

“excuse me, i couldn’t help but notice something stuck on your shirt.” she said, the timbres of her voice all soft.

y/n noted how the male’s eyes blinked down at her widely before his hand came up to lightly feel around his back for the item, eyebrows furrowing once the tips of his fingers came in contact with the unknown object. finally able to take it off, the both of them looked down to see it was a sticker.

a sticker of.. a puppy?

it was when the taller male released a sheepish laugh that brought her attention back to his features, watching at how his free hand rubbed the back of his neck. she couldn’t help but to wonder if it was even possible for someone’s eyes to shine with a certain twinkle in them while smiling before their gazes met once again.

“ah, it must have been my little brother. he recently had a hobby of collecting stickers, i guess he somehow stuck one on me.” he explained, earning a quiet titter from the young woman, a hand over her lips as she did so.

“and here i thought it was some type of fashion item.” she said in a playful manner.

once again, the two shared another round of brief chortles before the male pointed at the butterfly hairclip on her hair.

“believe me, it wouldn’t rival against your hairclip right there.” he said, playfully sending the young woman a wink, to which effectively made her cheeks grow warm from the compliment.

“why thank you…?” she trailed off, head tilting to the side in question.

the onyx haired male seemed to catch the questioning tone in her voice, lips forming a small ‘o’ in realisation as he stretched out his hand towards her. though, before he could even tell her his name, the familiar rumbling noise echoed throughout the train station, both of their heads looking up at the source.

suddenly, a crowd came out of nowhere as soon as the doors of the train slid open, causing the two to separate so the others could pass. though disappointed that she didn’t get his name, y/n quickly made her way into the train, immediately looking around for a feat considering how she wouldn’t arrive after a few more stops to her destination.

disappointed with how she noticed most of the seats were taken, the young woman decided to just stand, hoping that she’ll be able to sit during the stops at the stations ahead before the marketplace. though she couldn’t help but to wonder.

will the stranger stop at the same station as her? or will it be another fleeting conversation she would have with the number of strangers she had met?

y/n concluded that the answer would be the latter.

while she was too deep in her thoughts, the young woman failed to notice the beeping noise of the train, indicating that it will start its journey to the next station. it was when the sudden jerk of the train that had her emit a sharp gasp, losing her balance. her eyes quickly shut as she waited for the impact, yet it never came.

“careful there, butterfly.” a familiar voice reached her ears, making y/n’s head snap up.

it could be the universe playing its tricks on you or the coincidence for the day is just too strong.

“i have a name, puppy.” she retorted, causing both to chortle as she finally regained her balance, her hand quick to grab onto the pole near her for balance with how the train kept reaching the slight curves of the railways.

“and i’m pretty sure the last time i checked, jeong yunho, was my name. not puppy.” the man, who she finally learned to be yunho, bit back with a gentle poke of his index finger against her arm.

“well, jeong yunho, i’m y/n. l/n y/n.”

from there, the both of them talked briefly as they waited for their stops. much to the female’s surprise, she learned that yunho is visiting the marketplace as well, claiming that he hasn’t been to one in a while due to having a tight schedule as of late, which y/n completely understood.

y/n didn’t know what it was but she could feel a warm aura radiating off of the tall black haired male, it could be due to the fact that whenever he released a light laugh at a little joke they shared somehow made her feel safe at his side. she even took notice at how he tends to cover his lips with his hand whenever he laughed as they playfully bantered back and forth, finding it endearing.

if she was being honest, she expected yunho to not spare another word to her because… well.. they were strangers. though, the young woman wasn’t complaining. she quite enjoyed his company, especially during their journey to the marketplace.

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“is it just me, or has the marketplace grown a lot bigger since i last visited?” y/n heard yunho say as the two stepped foot to the marketplace, the female’s eyes glinted with interest at the various items being sold from different vendors.

“oh it definitely grew.” she laughed, tugging her bag close to her as the both yunho and y/n started walking further into the market.

it was never a dull moment whenever she stepped foot to the marketplace. other than having a huge variety of food, drinks, plants, or even antique items being sold in the marketplace, the colours of the place will never fail to make her admire just how pretty it looked in its own way.

standing at a distance where she wouldn’t block anyone’s path, the young woman fished her phone out of her bag, immediately opening the camera app as she did so. her tongue poked the inside of her cheek as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration to make sure that the image of the potted plants that held a variety of colours were in the frame, the corners of her lips twitching up once she got the perfect angle.

but before she could even press the shutter, a certain tall black haired male suddenly came into the frame with both of his hands up in the form of two ‘v’ signs, a large cheeky grin plastering itself over his handsome features at the sight of her dumbfounded expression. in return, her eyes squinted at the male as if glaring at him, to which yunho simply laughed before his own eyes widened at the sight of her charging towards him, and quickly side stepping as soon as the young woman neared him. giggling to himself, yunho immediately caught her in his arms so she wouldn’t crash into a random stranger.

“careful there, butterfly. don’t want you to be the center of attention instead of this place, hm?” he said, a teasing tone was laced in his words, then letting her go afterwards.

with a click of her tongue, y/n nudged his side before looking down at the picture, yunho peeking down at the picture as soon as she lifted her phone up ever so slightly so the male wouldn’t bend down as much to see the picture, only to burst out into a brief chortle.

“you’re lucky you look cute in here, puppy.” she laughed, motioning for the both of them to continue their little adventure in the marketplace.

and with that, the two spent their time in the place admiring the different things on display, sometimes stopping by from vendor to vendor that offered free samples of food and drinks being promoted. yunho even decided to buy a few snacks that he thought his family might like, especially a couple of sweets for his little brother with how he has quite a sweet tooth, as yunho had mentioned it to you.

while he was busy waiting for the vendor to pack his snacks, y/n had wandered to the little vendor where they sold handcrafted accessories that piqued her interest with how adorable each of them looked. the vendor, a middle aged lady with a kind beam plastered over her lips along with eyes that held so much kindness in them, greeted the younger woman.

the young woman couldn’t help but to admire each and every accessory being displayed, ranging from rings, to necklaces, to earrings, and even bracelets! it seemed like they were all carefully handcrafted with how intricate the designs looked, making it seem like they held their own personality that the middled aged woman had made.

“feel free to browse through, my dear. i hope one or two could catch your eye.” the older woman said, eyes crinkling as she grinned over at y/n.

the female merely smiled back in return before focusing her gaze back to the accessories, complimenting the designs of the other’s craft, much to the middle aged woman’s delight. it was then, a certain accessory caught her eye, reaching out for the item to inspect it a little closer.

it was a simple bracelet. the band around it was in the colour of a green that reminded her of the leaves from her little garden, and throughout the little crevices of the bracelet were little faux flowers that would make it seem flowers would circle the wearer’s wrist if they wore it. and to complete the look, a single butterfly charm with its wings painted in the shade of light blue decorated the middle of the bracelet.

without a heartbeat, y/n immediately told the vendor that she had made her choice, the middle aged lady grinning in return as she took the chosen item in her wrinkled hands, that held many years of experience in crafting, to pack the little bracelet up. while doing so, y/n busied herself to pull out the appropriate amount of bills to pay. however, before she even had the chance to hand the money to the older woman, someone had beat her to it.

“will this be enough?” yunho grinned as the vendor took the money to count.

at the gesture, y/n’s eyes widened as she gently hit yunho’s arm in return, immediately telling the vendor she will pay for it instead. yunho, seeing this, merely protested and pulled the other back.

“consider this as a gift for telling me about the sticker earlier.” yunho said, laughing at the way y/n’s eyes were glossed with guilt as her teeth sank down into the plush muscle of her lower lip, still insisting to pay for the bracelet.

“i didn’t even get you anything.” she murmured, causing yunho to soften his features.

“you can treat me to…” he trailed off as he looked around the place, spotting a vendor that sold crepes.

“you can treat me to those crepes in return, so it’s all fair!” he pointed out, y/n following his gaze before giving him a faint nod of her head.

“crepes it is, puppy!”

and with that, the two of them went to said vendor right after y/n had received her bracelet. along the way, she couldn’t help but to feel a tingle of giddiness at the gesture, feeling touched at the gesture by the taller one.

seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours as the two explored the marketplace, yet the concept of time was long gone from their minds with how the two of them shared little facts of each other and even silly stories that the two couldn’t talk about during the train ride here, that the two of them almost missed the fact that most of the sellers had started packing their stuff for the day.

and from there, the both of them decided to head back.

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during the train ride home, yunho stared blankly out the window as the both of them were able to find seats this time. while he was admiring the scenery outside, he couldn’t help but to be reminded of the events that had occurred today. who knew that a puppy sticker that was stuck on the back of his flannel managed to create a new friendship between him and the other.

speaking of the young woman, she was awfully quiet during the train ride. tearing his gaze away from the window to the other, yunho couldn’t help but to release a quiet chortle at the sight next to him.

y/n seemed to have fallen asleep next to him with how her head was tipped down, occasionally tipping back up as if a small part of her yelled at the young woman that she was about to fall off her seat.

biting his lip, yunho quietly pulled her head so she was leaning against him, knowing how much her neck would feel sore in the aftermath of keeping it in that position if he didn’t pulled her in so she could rest against him. he held his breath as he watched the other shifted ever so slightly in her sleep, only then releasing a sigh out of relief once her features relaxed once again. a small gentle smile made its way over his lips as he was sure you were comfortable before looking back out the window.

it took a little while more until the speakers announced that the train was nearing their station, the announcement enough to make the sleeping girl rouse from her sleep. however, she didn’t expect to feel something soft press against her cheek.

confused, her eyelids fluttered open sleepily before looking over to her side. it took her a few seconds for her brain to finally register that all this time, she was leaning against the black haired male, immediately sitting up properly. the sudden action was enough to make yunho switch his attention from the windows to the girl next to him, laughing lightly at her wide eyes yet somehow they still hinted some sleepiness in them.

“slept well, i reckon?” he teased with a quirk of his brow.

with a sheepish grin playing on her lips, y/n apologised, to which yunho waved off in a dismissive manner and telling her it was quite alright. it was when the train came to a stop that the two of them gathered their things and stood up, making their way out of the compartment along with other passengers.

once outside, yunho turned around to face the young woman, smiling down at her. “i guess this is goodbye?”

she didn’t know why, but y/n could feel a slight twinge of disappointment with the idea of them separating. to be quite honest, she enjoyed spending the unexpected time with the taller man. yunho, who managed to mask his disappointment, felt the same way before his features brightened ever so little.

y/n watched in confusion as yunho felt around his pockets, wondering if he had left anything behind in the train before they stepped off. but instead, yunho pulled out his phone and made quick work of unlocking it, before handing it to her.

there, an option to add a new contact was shown on the screen of his phone.

“i enjoyed having you as my company today, and it would be a shame if we stopped talking immediately.” yunho started, tilting his head to the side.

“if you want, can i have your number? i would like to get to know you better.” he added.

honestly, y/n had wondered if this day could get any more surprising than it already has been. grinning up at the male, y/n agreed and immediately typed in her number. her thumbs hovered over the keyboard of his phone for a brief second, lips pursing as if she was in thought, before typing something in, then handing the device back to the tall man.

“i had fun today. and once again, thank you for the bracelet.” she said, eyes mimicking small crescents as she smiled up at yunho.

“i guess, i’ll talk to you later?” she added, her hands now playing with the fabric of her dress, yunho nodding immediately in response.

“of course!”

with the two bidding farewell, yunho stayed behind for a few more seconds to watch the young woman’s retreating figure until she was finally gone from his line of sight. looking down at his phone, he couldn’t help but to emit a low chortle from the name she had decided to put in her contact.

“i knew ‘butterfly’ suited you.” he said to no one in particular.

putting his phone away, yunho decided that it was finally time to go home, the corners of his lips tilting up as he made his way home, mentally making a note to himself to send a certain owner of a butterfly hairclip a text message as soon as he reached home.

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oftincturedwords · 3 years

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First of all: I'm currently listening to the songs you added to the descriptions of Steven and Bucky and I LOVE 'em!

I would ask for Doc Roe/Legolas/Dr. McCoy, whoever you most feel like describing!

(I hope you and your stitched up hand are doing well!)

send me a character and i’ll list: ACCEPTING !

DOC EUGENE ROE <3

favourite thing about them : doc roe is another top tier favourite character of mine so i everything about him is my favourite <3 but i won't cheat & just say everything agdjfkglg so to give a specific thing , i love how roe will do everything he can to help the wounded. from running out amidst a firefight / bombings to get to them & get them out to telling off superior officers to sacrificing pieces of himself to ensure he can do his job the best he can. his dedication to that is on par to lipton & winters i feel. he was right there during the absolute worst bits of some of these men's lives , working not only to patch up their bodies but to keep them calm , talking to them & using their nicknames whenever they're wounded so those hurt know they’re in good hands & with a friend , whether they make it to aid station or not. i admire roe for that , in giving his all for the wounded & not letting anything get in his way for advocating for a patient or ensuring his patients know he's treating a man with personality & life back home rather than another number of men on sick call / list of the wounded.

least favourite thing about them : what is not to like about this man ??? agdjfkglg but seriously , the only thing i can think of would be his decision to draw away from everyone during the time in bastogne & become isolated , but honestly i can't blame him for using that coping mechanism with everything that was going on then. but he may have had an easier time of it if he didn't resist heffron’s attempts at friendships & perhaps opened up somewhat to spina , even if spina is a lower rank than him , but roe is the sort to help others before himself & continue to do so until he's used up. he's rather self sacrificing like that & that's not healthy. but again it was 1940’s so they didn't have much concept of mental health help or understanding in ways that we do today & even still today it's stigmatised so i can too see why he wouldn't be openly talking , just wish he perhaps think he had to separate himself from everyone , to create distance & choose his job as a medic over creating those tight-knit friendships as everyone else did.

favourite line : “You are officers, you are grownups. You ought to know!”

brOTP : roe & spina , roe & heffron , roe & luz , roe & malarkey

OTP : roe / heffron

nOTP : roe / winters , only because winters needs nixon & vice versa

random headcanon : back during training , a group from easy company were swapping scary stories they’d been told from where their from or ones their parents shared with them , there's all sorts being told & some overlays , but somehow they convince doc to tell one , so he tells the one of the rougarou & with his low way of speaking & lilting tone he manages to be a good story teller , he’s most likely imitating how his grandparents on his mother’s side told him it. he’s one of the only guys out of three ( luz & malarkey are the other ) to actually get everyone a bit spooked. not scared but it's definitely difficult to not think of it when a few days later they have an exercise that has them out in the swamps of north carolina

unpopular opinion : erm i’m not certain that i have any unpopular opinions on roe , hmm i don't think that i do , but if i think of one i'll come back to fil this out

song i associate with them : oats in the water by ben howard or the humbling river by puscifer

favourite picture of them :

send me a character and i’ll list:

LEGOLAS <3 ( books / films )

favourite thing about them : another top tier favourite character of mine , i think you managed to pick every single ultimate favourite character in these fandoms xD that's very cool ! but back to the favourite , hmm i admire legolas’ ability to still find joy & happiness in the world even though his home has been besieged by darkness’ taint , & losses he's faced as well as the fight he's had to keep along with the rest of elves there. even during trials of the quest he was usually light & could find something to smile about. he has a lightness to him. yet he doesn't allow him to not see the reality of the situation or the quests’ weight , he is very grounded whilst being able to see the brightness that still lives in arda. he can sing , laugh , smile , & find humour even in dark times without seeming like he's clueless or ignorant or careless.

least favourite thing about them : i really don't like his characterisation in the hobbit films , but that's more due to writing than the actual character. i guess i would say least favourite hmm his prejudice against the dwarves , like i don't the elves have their sides & reasons just as the dwarves have theirs , but he really should go find it out for himself instead of just believing a long steeped prejudice & dislike. ( this is excluding the events of the hobbit films )

favourite line : “I go to find the sun!” or “How about side by side with a friend?”

brOTP : legolas & aragorn , legolas & gimli , legolas & elladan & elrohir , legolas & tauriel , legolas & faramir

OTP : legolas / gimli , although i see legolas as more asexual than anything

nOTP : legolas / éowyn , i love éowyn with faramir too much to ship this , so it's not that i hate it , just it isn't a favourite

random headcanon : legolas knows how to use a leaf as a musical instrument , by pressing it between their fingers & then bringing it to their lips to esstentially whistle against it , as do several in his patrol , during moments of downtime they try to play tunes on it & judge each other on how well it sounds or just laugh at the attempts or guess which song is being playing ( or trying to be played )

unpopular opinion : i think my unpopular opinion is in the fact i see legolas as aromantic asexual , tolkien never says that legolas gets married or has someone waiting for him back home , nor do i see he & gimli as anything more than friends. do i like the gigolas ship ? yes ! is it my canon when writing those two ? no.

song i associate with them : i love to see the wheels in motion by barry phillips or fear no darkness by adrian von ziegler or flight of the silverbird by two steps from hell

favourite picture of them :

send me a character and i’ll list:

LEONARD MCCOY <3 ( tos / aos )

favourite thing about them : his dedication to his patients & profession , he will tell off the highest of admirals if it’d help his patient & he'd risk his own life / safety ensure a patient was helped like when he tended to mirror!spock’s injuries or when he stepped in to alter the course of the kal-if-fee to save both spock & kirk , no doubt he got into some legal issue with vulcan on that one. too i admire his ability to remain calm , cool , & collected under any circumstance. like when khan threatened him with a knife to treating the horta to learning he had xenopolycythemia to tending crew members he's come to know as friends & even family.

least favourite thing about them : i don't really like some of his xenophobic comments to spock , especially in tos , i know it transforms more into a banter / teasing thing between him & spock later in their friendship , but it doesn't fit his character to be the sort to try to change someone's ways to prove a point or think humans are better because we express our emotions. i know he's a gruff doctor who speaks his mind , but it just let very off with his character to have him say those things with actual meaning & intent

favourite line : “When the personality of a human is involved, exact predictions are hazardous."

brOTP : mccoy & kirk , mccoy & spock , mccoy & scott , mccoy & uhura

OTP : mccoy / kirk

nOTP : mccoy / chapel , nothing against it , it just isn't my favourite pairing , i much prefer chapel with rand more than anything

random headcanon : his fear of transporters actually comes from an accident he & some of his childhood friends had with a transporter , it all turned out fine in the end but it always left mccoy feeling a bit weird round them , then in school he learnt about all the transporter incidents / injuries that had happened & it just increased his dislike , not to mention when he got to medical school in seeing some of those sort of injuries first hand , & just being on the enterprise with all her transporter incidents it just keep piling onto it , although it means he's picked up some very good ways of coping with it , some good some not. i think that's why he's especially cranky when it comes to transports because he's nervous to hell & back so instead of being anxious , he just gets angry.

unpopular opinion : hmm again i'm sure if i have an unpopular opinion for mccoy … i can't think of any

song i associate with them : far too good by john smith , feels like home by sam tinnesz

favourite picture of them :

#snidgethex #answered asks #character asks #i'm so happy you loved the songs for steve & bucky !! <33 that makes me happy to hear ! <33 thank you !#&& thank you so much for sending this in !! <3 #i decided to answer all three ^^' i hope that was allright ; you managed to name three top favourite characters of mine & i couldn't resist #& thank you for the well wishes <33 i too hope you're doing well & that your days are kind to you <3

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seerofmike · 4 years

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31 Days of Apex: Day 3 (Mercy)

pairing: (non-romantic) Loba & Bloodhound

tags: paranoia, mentions of past character death(s)

word count: 1.5k

fic summary: Loba runs, and runs, and runs.

More importantly, she runs into Bloodhound.

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Her ankles hurt.

A lot of things hurt, and a lot of things are going wrong—her bracelet is overheating on her wrist from overuse, having taken her halfway across the map while her teammates fell dead to the demon who had taken her parents from her. Her R-99’s clip is empty, and her Mozambique is a joke next to the demônio's Devotion, so she had ran from him, taking sharp breaths that filled her chest with pain—but most of all, her ankles hurt. From running. In pumps.

She wants to take him out, but a woman must know her limits, and have a sense of dignity. She refuses to die to that monster with no ammo and no plan—but currently, she can not stop running.

Loba swears she can hear him behind her—the squeaking metal of his frame that almost sounds like creaky bones, the deep, guttural rasp that makes up his voice. She thinks it might be her imagination, a part of this nightmare, but she keeps running anyways. Runs across the desert terrain that makes up this damned place, half of it which she had sunk into the ocean not so long ago.

Her trained eye spots the glint of high-quality armor through the window of a distant building, and she tosses her bracelet without a second thought. When the jump drive activates, she is now standing inside the blissfully cool building, shielded from the sun’s rays, and she takes a brief moment to cool off.

She hates this place. Truly. She has sand where sand should not be, and she thinks to herself that had she not gotten emotional that one time, she could be back in her sand-free penthouse right now, enjoying a Mai Tai and exchanging a pleasant back-and-forth with Jaime. But no, she is here, dealing with the consequences of her own actions. And deal with them she will, but with disdain.

Loba swaps out her armor, and finds a Prowler on the ground and some heavy ammo, which she gladly discards the Mozambique for, but what she is in desperate need for is a syringe—everything hurts. Her skin burns, her shoulder has been shot through with bullets, and her ankles still hurt. She is tired of running.

But she knows she has some more distance to cover when she hears the familiar, animalistic shriek of a certain hunter. Not to be unladylike, but they are a bitch to fight alone, and she’s torn up enough as it is (and rather likes this outfit), so she sets off across the desert again, towards the very cliff she had created herself some time ago.

She jogs, each step sending a sharp jab through her legs, but she keeps running. She hears them behind her, she thinks—and something else. More blood-curdling creaking, that of which brings to mind bones and ancient evil. Loba knows he is some three hundred years old, but he seems somehow older. Rooted like a yew tree in this world, which she intends to take him out of, but if she doesn’t pick up the pace she will instead be the one buried six feet under, and she refuses to let that happen.

She spots the place they call the Salvage, hundreds of meters ahead. From there is a zipline to a Jump Tower, and she can place herself as far away from him as possible until she can face him with the full means to take him out.

He is getting closer, she can feel it—the hair on the back of her neck stands up, and her teeth grind. She removes her bracelet from her wrist once again, and it almost feels like it's vibrating in protest in her fingers, but she throws it, as far as she can. Her father used to lament that he wished he had a son to play catch with—she feels like he would be proud of this particular toss.

The memory of him twists—she is suddenly looking down at his dead body, and in that moment, she is teleported.

The image of him bleeding out in her arms, the pain in her ankles, the way she lands—it all leads to one misstep. One misstep on the edge, and suddenly, she is falling.

Karma, Loba supposes—falling to her death in the mess she had created—but instinct takes hold of her. Just like there is no dignity in dying to the demônio with hardly a fight, there is no dignity in falling off a cliff, even if it is her just desserts.

She twists in midair, pulls out her staff—she is too far from the edge to grab it herself, but with lightning-fast speed, she extends the staff as far as it will go, and swings her arm upwards. The wolf’s head catches on the edge, and her shoulder aches in pain from holding up her weight one-handed, but she is still alive, and that’s what matters.

She needs a moment to catch her breath, and then needs another moment to calm herself down. Her other shoulder is the one shot through, so she cannot feasibly climb up her staff, and even if she could, there was the risk that she would shift it by accident, and she would again be falling to the rushing waters below. She could reach up and snap the bracelet off her wrist, but she doesn’t know how good her throwing will be with this injured arm.

She’s about to take her chances when she hears them—familiar boots hitting the ground above her, and the deep, filtered breaths of the hunter.

There are worse people to die to, she figures. The scientist tends to play with his food, the soldier has a stick up her ass, and the runner is an idiot, so he’s an embarrassing one to be defeated by—but the hunter is dignified in their own way, much like Loba is. They have honor while others do not. She knows for a fact that they will pull her up this cliff for a fair fight, and then proceed to put a bullet in her skull.

It’s more than what others would do for her.

Loba looks up, and sees their mask—and she swears their eyes are burning red behind it, but she is sure it is her imagination. It’s fond of nightmares.

Wordlessly, they reach down, grip her staff, and use it to pull her up the cliff. She admires their strength, pulling her up with only one arm, and she rolls onto the ground, giving her shoulder a break. In the next second she is on her feet, ankles still hurting, and says the first thing that comes to mind.

“Thanks, beautiful,” she says to Bloodhound, who looks down at her silently. “Or would you prefer handsome?”

“Félagi is fine,” they respond.

“I’m not sure that’s an indicator of attractiveness.” Loba unhooks the Prowler from her back, and takes a few staggering steps away from them. She glances around, looking for their team, but they seem to be alone. They pulled her up to give her a fair fighting chance, so she decides to let them draw their weapon before she fires to return the favor, but they never do. Instead, they hold out a med kit, and she is reminded of her ragged shoulder.

She doesn’t take it. “I don’t understand.”

“Revenant is still alive,” they say, and she feels an involuntary shudder at that name. “I’m aware that he took your team’s lives—and you would not be running from him unless you had no other choice.”

She doesn’t like the way they speak—like they know her. She respects them more than anyone else in these godforsaken Games, but they seem to see right through her, and she doesn’t like it. Hates it, in fact.

She almost wants to turn her nose up at the med kit, but she is not a fool. So she snatches it from them none too lightly, and jams the syringe into her wrist. They touch their Longbow lightly, as if to reassure themself, but they don’t draw it. They take a few steps back from her, on the bridge that connects the Salvage to the desert.

Her shoulder is healed now, but aches slightly. She could fire her Prowler more reliably if needed, but the hunter still does not draw their weapon.

“You should go,” they say after a long moment of staring, in which she feels once again that they are seeing right through her. “I will not have such mercy in the future.”

“I would feel insulted,” Loba says, and removes the bracelet from her wrist. She trusts them to not shoot her in the back, but she’s still paranoid. She tosses it in the direction of the zipline, this time aiming well away from any edges. “I owe you one.”

Perhaps, the next time they are teamed up, she will give them the high-tier body shield first. She may even take them to dinner if she can kill the demon this match—but for now she just wonders why, as she moves along the zipline.

She thinks she can see them from this high up—just a dot on the landscape, but they are moving swiftly. She still does not understand what just happened, but she can think about it later.

For now, she has a nightmare to kill.

#loba andrade #apex legends #bloodhound #31 days of apex #shut up mike

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anonymousxworld · 3 years

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stellar-imagines · 5 years

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝watch your blood levels!❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「Bakugou and his S/O were matched up against each other for the Sports Festival. Even if you were someone special to him, he would never hold back on his powers. But at the same time, it didn’t stop him from fretting over you when you were injured.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

It was a match of endurance and the audience were on the edge of their seats as flashes of light and red dance in their vision. The heavy scent of smoke and iron had cause some of the audience to put a hand over their mouths and nose. They were unable to tear their gaze away, fixated the way you had defended yourself from Bakugou's onslaught of explosions. As you stepped back to create some distance, you let out a breath that you didn't realize you had been holding. Bakugou was indeed a formidable opponent. With a versatile quirk and the fact that he had mastered it, you knew that he had to be one of the toughest competitors in the Sports Festival.

There was no way you could let your guard down for one second, not when Bakugou will use that opportunity to strike. You coughed a few times, feeling a weird sensation in your throat. It was like there was something stuck and you had the need to cough it all out. The horrid stench of blood caused you to look down at the blood of pool on the ground. Slowly standing up, you manipulated the liquid to form a sword. Bakugou was having difficulties since you were always dispersing and manipulating your blood to get a few hits in.

“Tch. You’re pretty damn persistent, aren’t you?” Bakugou wiped off the sweat from his forehead, smiling deviously. You knew that look on his face, it was one that you would see when you were training together.

The last explosion blinded you and you were far too tired to even defend yourself. You had gone a little bit overboard and used too much blood. The world spun and you could barely focus on Bakugou who was standing in front of you. The male himself was on his knees, hands shaking after bracing the impact for all the large explosions he let out.

The blood slowly flowing down your arm was something you could use. But as you slowly stepped forward, you felt your energy draining. You didn't even notice that your whole body was swaying and that you were dragging your feet. The blood running down your forehead had caused you to shut one eye. Your vision was already blurry and you felt your entire weight falling forward. Sound disappeared and the darkness welcomed you. The last thing you saw was Bakugou moving towards you, the gasps from the crowd fell deaf on your ears.

Just before you could fall on the cold, hard concrete, Bakugou caught you in his arms. Even though his arms ached and begged for rest, he couldn't afford you to fall on the ground which will lead to a forming bruise that you would complain about to him later. But that was not the case, he was genuinely worried for you. A part of him regretted trying to wear you down by making you overuse your quirk.

“Hey, fucking wake up.” Bakugou shook you lightly. You laid limp in his arms, head resting on his shoulder as he supported your weight.

“Stop fucking with me, [First Name]. It’s not time to be sleeping, I know you always complain about being sleepy all the time but this is not the fucking time to be messing around!” Bakugou yelled at you.

His mind stopped working for a moment, seeing all the blood that was starting to pool around the floor beneath the two of you. Dark purple bruises and burn marks littered your skin and they only made him feel much sicker that he was before. Bakugou could barely register when the medic tore you from his hold and began carrying you to Recovery Girl’s infirmary. As the crowd began muttering thing, he stared at his hands. He didn’t realize that he had been trembling this entire time.

No matter how many times he told himself that the two of you had agreed to not hold yourselves back during the match, a voice at the back of his head was telling him that he was the one who did this. There were a few people in the crowd muttering about how merciless and heartless Bakugou was.

As the Sports Festival slowly came to an end, your friends began to crowd around the infirmary, worried about your well-being.

"How is she?" your classmates had came in after the event ended, concerned with your health.

"She lost a lot of blood and probably overworked herself before the Sports Festival so she needs a lot of rest.

"Ah.....I must've lost, right? I guess I am weak after all." you managed to laugh lightly despite having a breathing mask over your mouth.

"That's not true! You did your best and even managed to corner Bakugou! That was pretty badass!" Ashido pumped her fist, looking a little worried to see you putting yourself down like that.

"I agree on that as well. Your improvement is something to look out for. I'm sure the other student think that you might pose a threat." Yaoyorozu said whole heartedly. You could only smile and thank them for the compliments, feeling a little bashful.

“The good news is that she can rest at the dorms instead of being in here. She needs lots of rest so maybe 2 days of bed rest. So that means no going to school while you’re resting, young lady.” Recovery Girl reprimanded you as if she knew that you were going to do something like that.

It was the day after that Bakugou decided to visit you alone. He was holding onto a wrapped bento box and standing in front of your dorm room. He knocked three times before opening the door.

Your skin was pale and every single bruise and scratch on your body stood out much more than it should’ve. It had been the result of your battle with him and with how weak you were, it was nearly impossible for Recovery Girl to heal you. All you could do was hope that your injuries will heal eventually. But after the Sports Festival, you still found yourself lightheaded and tired. Sometimes it was so bad up to the point you passed out before you could step out the dorm. The girls were kind enough to assist you in your daily activities and even brought some of your favorite food.

"Oh, Bakugou? Is that you?" you propped yourself up and watched as the ash blonde stepped into the dark room. You were ecstatic to see your boyfriend there

"Lay down dumbass. Aren't you supposed to be resting?" he grumbled as he closed the door before striding over to your bed.

"I was. That aside, why are you here?" you asked as you got yourself comfortable on the confines of your bed.

"Sorry."

"What was that Bakugou?" you looked up from your tray to see that Bakugou had tore his gaze away from you, looking elsewhere as long as it wasn't your face. If the room were brighter, you wouldn't miss the shade of red dusting his cheeks. The ash blonde couldn't be more grateful for the darkness of the room.

"I said I was sorry dumbass!" he raised his voice.

"Y-You don't have to apologize. It was a match to see whoever dropped out first so you shouldn't be sorry about it." you smiled at him.

Bakugou didn't understand. Were you just stupidly kind or stupid? He hid his expression from you. The male knew that you never blamed people and often waved things off by saying it was your mistake.

"You could've fucking died because of me!” Bakugou snapped.

"No! Don't blame yourself! I was the one who wanted to prove something so I overused my quirk. My selfish desires was what led me here." you clenched the bed sheets, your gaze falling down to your slightly pale hands.

“Don’t be fucking stubborn! You lost so much blood that I fucking thought.....I thought I was going to lose you dammit.....if I fucking lost you because of myself, then I will never forgive myself.” his voice was reduced to a whisper. If you hadn’t been sitting next to where he was standing, you wouldn’t have heard what he was saying. You grabbed him by the wrist and let him sit on your bed in front of you.

He was never expressive and often expresses his feelings in a different way which was often indirectly. You grabbed his hands and rubbed his palms with your thumb.

“My quirk is always disadvantageous and it relied so much on the amount of blood I have.....I was happy that you saw me as an equal even though I have such a weak quirk.” you mumbled.

“Tch, you’re not fucking weak. You should know that. Those stupid onlookers didn’t know how strong you were and underestimated you.” the male grumbled, lacing his hand with yours. You giggled gently, smiling at him. When he caught your gaze, Bakugou looked away quickly.

“So! What did you bring me today?”you changed the topic, getting a little bit excited at the sight of the three-tiered bento box that Bakugou had dropped on your lap. You began to unstack them, looking through the contents

“Beef, spinach, fish, tamagoyaki, teriyaki chicken, tomatoes and broccoli.

“Er....thank you Bakugou. It’s a little bit too much though.....want to eat with me?” you asked with a small smile, reaching for the chopsticks that sat on the table. The ash blonde clicked his tongue.

“I made it all for you so you better finish it. You don’t have enough blood cells and this will be helpful. And if you’re not gonna eat it, I’ll fucking make sure you finish everything.” he grumbled, grabbing the chopsticks from your hands and snatching the bento from your lap.

Before you could complain about anything, Bakugou began to feed you with whatever he had prepared for you. The male didn’t seem that pleased when you were complaining about having too much food to eat. He didn’t give you enough time to properly chew on your food. After a few bites, you would swallow your food.

“As delicious as it is, I can’t finish them all on my own.....” you mumbled.

“Shut up, you better finish all this. Or I’ll kill you.”

“Don’t I get a reward for eating all this~?” you hummed playfully.

“Tch, fine. I’ll take you to that damn bakery you want.”

Total: 1735 words Published: 24.05.2019

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edda-blattfe · 5 years

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I fully support Mal x Vil x reader/MC that's top tier. Your universe brain is blessing the fandom with that. Now I'm imagining Vil finding excuses to go to the Diasom dorm to see Mal and MC... I bet it's study sessions between the dorms initially, but Epel and Rook see the way he is with Mal and MC and know exactly what he's doing almost immediately. It's not long before they say stuff like "we understood today's lesson, you go on ahead tho" just so Vil can be more alone with them

~Ehh, thank you love!~

Ooh! I love the way your mind works!!! Mind if I go ahead and share some relationship headcanons for this trio?

Malleus x Vil x MC Pollyship Headcanons:

- A few details on this MC. Both Mal and Vil are strong willed, decisive, manipulative, and dramatic individuals with a horrid tendency to wallow in their negative emotions rather than find proactive ways of dealing with them or seeking help from others. For these reasons, I believe MC would have to be a rather laidback and open minded person. They wouldn’t have to be plain per say, but just not as dramatically flamboyant in comparison to their romantic interests. It would also be a load off of the boys if MC is honest, maybe a little blunt, and genuine; in this case, they wouldn’t feel the need to manipulate MC, being comfortable enough to let their guard down. Since the boys are lacking in emotional intelligence, it would fall to MC to pick up the slack in that department; thus they’re also gonna need to be observant enough to recognize when their boys’ are in a foul mood, be quick to analyze the situation to identify the source of their discomfort, and think of a healthy way to help them deal with those emotions. So, to summarize, this MC is: easygoing, open minded, relatively modest, honest/blunt, genuine, intelligent, observant, analytical, and tactful. Also gonna toss in curious and sharp, just for the he’ll of it. MC is in Diasomnia, because: a) that’s how Des’s scenario fits, and b) Malleus would the most difficult of the two to get close to, so earning his friendship first would be key to beginning this polyship. Moving on now.

- It didn’t take long after the first years’ arrival for Mal to notice MC, as they were already proving to be an excellent student. From what he’d gleaned from Sebek’s retelling of class, MC always paid attention and took notes during lectures, almost always answered every question pertaining to the subject of study (both from the professors and fellow students) in a clear and concise manner, and never shied away from their schoolwork. Malleus observed them from a distance, just to be sure if they were really worth his time, before finally approaching them. He was cautious in his initial introduction, not wanting to terrify the little creature too terribly with his oppressive aura. Much to his surprise, they didn’t seem all that deterred, in fact the exchange and following conversation was rather pleasant; so much so, that Mal continued to visit with them. Gradually their conversations became longer, deeper. It was easy for the draconic fae to relax around MC, since he realized that they weren’t the type to use personal information against others. In time, Malleus came to think of them as a good friend.

- Vil, on the other hand, didn’t give MC much thought for the better half of the semester. Outside of Malleus occasionally mentioning them there had never been an opportunity for them to catch his eye, especially since they didn’t really stand out in a visual sense. That changed during one of the school mock battles. This particular event required every able bodied student to group up into teams of 3-5 students all chosen by a leader. Naturally, Malleus got first dibs and chose Lilia, Vil, and MC for his team. The Pomefiore dorm leader attempted to convince his dear friend that someone a little more experienced than a first year would probably be a better choice, but Mal would hear nothing of it; Vil found out why soon enough. Just as they did in school, MC paid close attention to Mal’s strategy briefing and wasn’t afraid to ask questions or suggest alternative plans if things didn’t work out in their favor; it was impressive, even to Vil. The event went over quite well for them, the four person team overcame their opponents through mutual cooperation and tactical precision; in an odd way, the whole practice was kind of fun actually! Afterwards they went to the cafe to celebrate, there Vil and MC finally got a chance to talk. The two of them got along pretty well, and became fast friends.

- As Des said; Vil began using group study sessions to spend more time with Mal and MC...which Rook and Epel caught onto, then suggested he just go ahead by himself. Malleus was relieved at this news; not that he doesn’t like the other Pomefiore members, but he’d much rather spend time with just MC and Vil...you know, alone.

- At first the three of them mainly hung out during study sessions, which somehow evolved into training sessions, eventually makeovers and trips to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop.

- Let’s say that MC isn’t familiar with doing their hair or makeup. Vil happily designates himself as their cosmetics instructor, Mal occasionally pitching in as his assistant when he can. Despite succeeding in teaching MC their ways, both of the boys still enjoy doing it themselves.

- Mal started growing noticeably possessive of the other two, growling if someone seemed to stand too close or placed a hand on them in an all too familiar way. While Vil began fussing over their appearances, not in a nitpicky way, just fixing their hair or makeup more often; he even lent them his favorite product. None of this raised any flags for MC, who gradually became more comfortable initiating physical contact; leaning against them, laying their head on the others’ shoulders, sometimes even wrapping their arms around them.

- Like In @twistedwonderlandimagines Vil x Malleus headcanons, Mal was the first to realize that he liked the others as far more than just friends. They were in his dorm room, Mal watched as Vil brushed MC’s hair on the bed, adorably content with being there. “I love you,” Mal confessed nonchalantly. It was barely louder than mumble, but it was enough to make the others stop dead in their activity and stare at him questioningly. “Both of you, I mean.” Vil and MC glanced at each other, “Like,” MC spoke slowly, “platonically? Or...” The look on Mal’s face made the answer quite clear. Vil cleared his throat, MC shifted to view both of their companions. “Ok then. Let’s...uh, talk about this.”

- And So, they did. It was a little awkward at first, but in the end, they all agreed to try dating. At first MC and Vil thought they were just supposed to share the dragon. But, soon became very aware of their own feelings for each other, which led to more awkwardness as they attempted to sort out how that fit into the relationship dynamic. Of course, Malleus isn’t blind and, just as he did with the confession, blatantly told them he didn’t mind them dating each other too, maybe even preferred it, if it meant he didn’t have to watch their confusing little game any more. There ya go, crisis averted.

- Turns out that their relationship didn’t change all that much. They still enjoy all of the usual activities, only now there’s some intermittent cuddle sessions and kisses being exchanged. Mal has since decided to move his study time to his room, since there he can sit with both of his darlings. *debates whether or not to describe how they make out* *vetos due to excessive blood rush**maybe with a little peer pressure...*

- It’s an unspoken rule that MC is the designated comforter. Whenever zone of the boys are feeling stressed or under the weather, they’ll just latch on and soak in MC’s affection. If the third person comes in, MC will hold out an arm to welcome them; It’s very rare that this doesn’t end with all of them nodding off in a cozy pile.

- Once they’re all comfortable enough, group baths become a thing. Vil brings in his favorite shampoos and conditioner, along with sweet smelling bath oils and plushy towels. Mal loves it when MC uses their nails to gently scratch his scalp while working the shampoo into his Raven locks, particularly around the base of his horns. They all secretly enjoy pressing their cheeks to the others warm, damp shoulders...It’s just a really sweet past time.

That’s all I have for now. Feel free to add on more headcanons if y’all like!

#dear god #i wrote this #i think i got a cavity from exposing myself to this sweetness #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #vil x malleus #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #disney twisted wonderland

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violetsmoak · 5 years

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Pieces of April [1/?]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21099044/chapters/50202530

Summary: On the anniversary of his death, Jason’s second life takes an abrupt new turn and he’s faced with a challenge that neither Batman nor the All-Caste prepared him for.

Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)

Warning(s): Past Jason/Isabel, kidfic, minor canon character death (pretty sure you can guess who), I’ll add more warnings/tags as I think of them.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place in between the two RHATO series, so after Roy and Kori and before Artemis and Bizarro. Jason and Isabel Ardila

Author’s Note: Exactly what it says on the can. I’ve had this idea kicking around my head for a while, getting in the way of finishing the next chapter of Philtatos and I figured if I started jotting down the basics of it, I could stop thinking about it.

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Despite the carefully cultivated exterior of a hardened criminal, Jason Todd is remarkably straight edge.

After what happened to his mother, drugs were never going to be a thing; he stopped smoking long before a lunatic clown beat him to death; and though his preferred hangouts tend to be bars, that’s more to keep an eye out for trouble than for slinging back shots.

There are exceptions, of course.

Coping with any kind of murder that involves kids. The days immediately following another one of Joker’s breakouts and inevitable mind games. Some of the worse fights with Bruce. And certain anniversaries.

Days like today, when all he is boils down to traumatic flashbacks of metal caving in his lungs and high-pitched laughter, and mounting fear turned to begging for the end. Circular thoughts and ‘what-ifs’ that he ignores or pushes to the back of his mind every other day of the year are stronger now, now occupy his mind with the stubbornness of a cancer.

Today’s a day for hard whiskey and keep it coming until he can’t see straight, for everything to melt away behind a fog of false levity until he wakes up again and he can forget for another year.

He’s nearing that point when his phone rings.

It’s not the harsh tune of I Hate Everything About You that he’s programmed for any of the Bats civilian phone lines, but a generic ringtone. Not a call to offer sympathy, but not an emergency.

(If they couldn’t reach the comm in his helmet, they’d just show up.)

He ignores it, goes back to his drink.

There’s a brief silence once it goes to voicemail, and then ten seconds later it rings again. The bartender is giving him a look with raised eyebrows, but Jason just gestures for another finger of whiskey.

Around the fifth time, Jason picks up the phone if only to turn the damn thing off or chuck it at a wall, but pauses at the Caller ID—Gotham General.

What the hell…?

No one he knows would contact him on a public hospital line.

His thumbs fumble as he accepts the call, but even as he barks out, “What?”, he hears a static click and the electronic monotone of his voicemail bidding the incoming caller leave a message.

There’s a pause, and then a stranger’s tired voice comes on the line.

“This message is for Jason Ardila. I’m Dr. Kerry at Gotham General Hospital. We have you listed as the primary contact for Isabel Ardila.” Jason straightens up as best he can at this. “I have news regarding your wife’s condition. It would be best if you came to the hospital as soon as possible. You can reach me at—”

He rattles off a number but Jason doesn’t catch it, mind whirling.

Isabel? Emergency contact? What the hell? Wife? Even more what the hell. At least she knew not to give his real name, but...again, why call him? They aren’t exactly close, and he hasn’t seen or spoke to Isabel since that thing at Elysium.

That was…what…last July?

He counts back again, needing to check his math against his alcohol muzzled brain. In any case, it’s a few months shy of a year, which makes it more than random she’s calling him now.

Wait…

“—can’t make it here within the next two hours, please contact a hospital representative to assist you.”

The message ends.

Jason stares blearily at the phone for several minutes, trying to put his thoughts in order.

Something needles at the back of his mind, and his thumb smudges across the screen to open his browser, pulling up Gotham General’s staff directory. It takes longer than he’d like to navigate, squinting at text that’s far too small before he remembers he can resize that shit, and finally he locates—

Dr. David Kerry, M.D., F.A.C. S., Obstetrician.

Jason’s stomach lurches.

He counts back again.

April back to July.

Almost nine months.

Nine months since the last time he and Isabel—

No. No way, it must be a coincidence. Probably she just got into some trouble. Trouble that needs the Red Hood to solve, and that’s why she named me as contact.

He scrubs a hand down his face, trying for sobriety.

But then why didn’t she call me and tell me? Why wait until she’s at the goddamn hospital?

And under the care of an obstetrician. That’s…the thing he’s most concerned about.

There’s no way. She said she was seeing someone, if there were anything, it would have to do with him. But then…why contact me and not him?

He’s dimly aware of shrugging his jacket back on, of throwing a bunch of bills on the bar-top and wandering out despite the barkeeper saying something to him. Of getting out into the chill and damp spring air, trying to hail a cab, because yeah, the bike he left in the alley has an autopilot feature, but Jason doesn’t feel like risking road rash if he slips off it on a sharp turn. Which he might do, considering he drops his wallet twice trying to put it back in his jacket.

Also, if he and Isabel need to make a quick exit if she’s hurt, it will be easier for him to steal a car later than try to put her on a bike. And if she’s not alone—

Don’t think about it.

As he gets his wallet back in his pocket, he remembers he basically gave the barkeep all his cash, and shit, does he even have anything left? This means he’s going to waste time going back in and taking it back since the guy hasn’t exactly followed him out to return it. Probably thinks it’s a tip or—

Jason stiffens, that sixth sense honed from a childhood on the street and training under the most paranoid man in the world bypassing his otherwise alcohol clouded senses to warn him. Someone’s behind him.

“Whoever you are, you really don’t want to test me right now,” he growls, speech only a little slurred. Shit-faced or not, he’s still a better fighter than any low-tier thug in Gotham.

“I’m not testing anything, except how much your situational awareness sucks when you’re drunk.”

The voice is dry and familiar, and Jason turns around, half-expecting to come face to face with Red Robin crouched in the shadows. Instead, Tim Drake is several feet away, dressed casually and leaning against a sports car that has no business idling on the streets of Burnley.

Jason didn’t hear him pull up, which means he’s been here a while—and he didn’t notice him.

Need to sober up now.

“The hell are you doing here, Drake?” he snarls to cover up his obvious impaired reactions.

“It’s the 27th,” the younger man says, slow and careful. “I’m keeping an eye on you.”

Of course, he knows what day it is…

Jason bares his teeth. “In case I do something crazy? Decide to go on a rampage?”

“In case you needed a ride home or someone to talk to or just make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit,” Drake retorts.

“Aren’t you the little do-gooder. How’d you even find me?”

“Roy Harper called me out of the blue. He told me someone should check in on you, and he figured for some reason I’m the best candidate to look in on you.” He shrugs and there’s a frown of confusion on his face. “Don’t know why he thinks so, considering our history.”

Jason suspects it has to do with Drake being the one who got him the information needed to find and save Roy’s ass in Qurac, but he’s not about to say so.

“Doesn’t answer how you knew I was here.”

Drake raises an eyebrow at that because, yeah, they both know how he found him.

Damn stalker.

Jason rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You found me. You saw me. Now step off, I’m trying to get a cab.”

He turns away and starts heading up the street to the busier intersection.

“Headed to another bar?” Drake wants to know, uncertain, like he’s trying not to sound judgemental.

“No, screw you very much, I need to get to Gotham General.”

And it’s further proof of how much his mind and his reflexes are on a roller coaster tonight, because he’s actually started the hand that falls upon his shoulder. As it turns him around, he instinctively lashes out with a right hook, but Drake dodges it with embarrassing ease.

His eyes are raking over Jason, up-and-down, re-assessing. “You hurt?”

He’s fishing, Jason thinks; none of them have gone to the hospital for an injury that wasn’t faked in years, least of all Bruce Wayne’s legally dead ex-son. Perhaps that’s why he’s able to detect the genuine concern in the bland question. It’s not laid on as thickly as Dick might do, or tinged with the hint of judgement and self-recrimination from Bruce.

Maybe that’s why he finds himself admitting, “Someone I know might be.”

The younger man nods, understanding; some of the intentness leaves his face.

“I could give you a ride,” he offers, nodding his head at the car. “I could get you there faster than a cab could.”

It’s on the tip of Jason’s tongue to refuse, before he remembers he has no cash.

He glances back at the bar once more, wondering if it’s the better option to “haggle” with the barkeep to get his money back. Suspects that will lead to a fight, which if Drake insists on hanging around (which he suspects he will, even if it’s just watching him from a distance, the creep) he’ll probably intervene in and—

This is getting too complicated.

“Fine,” he sighs at last, earning a blink of surprise from Drake.

No kidding. I’m surprised, too.

Still, if there’s anything going down at the hospital, if this is a trap or something, and Jason needs to ensure Isabel gets out alright, however much he is off his game right now, having Red Robin backing him up wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.

It’s not like they’ve never worked together before, or kicked ass doing it.

Jason course corrects once more, heading for the car. Still, he can’t help making a comment, just to show how much he’d rather not be doing this. “But if we’re doing this chauffeuring thing, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut about it. And fork over whatever coffee I know you have in that shitbox of yours.”

Tim is the one who bares his teeth this time, a sharp, cold smile that Jason suspects is the last thing his enemies ever see. “Call my car a shitbox again, and you can walk.”

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baekhvuns · 5 years

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Bad Boy | Baekhyun VI

( series masterlist )

part six.

word count : 1.6k

pairing : baekhyun x reader

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst, smut

“Let’s go!”

Here we were, Eunhye’s official wedding ceremony. The day she’s been waiting for ever since university, Eunhye looked absolutely beautiful in her long yet simple white fitted wedding dress.

Hanbi and a couple of Eunye’s cousins were the bridesmaids. I was the maid of honour. Our dresses matched the little fairytale themed wedding, our dresses were a champagne blush coloured.

The venue decorated in blush coloured flowers and white banners up on the ceiling. ‘Eunhye Weds Jongdae’ was hung up at the entrance as guests looked in. The cake was many tiers tall, each swirl of icing made perfectly.

It was now the turn for the bridesmaids to walk in, the groomsmen had already arrived and waiting for the wedding to progress. I lead the line with the cushion with the ring on it.

As I walked in my eyes fixated on Baekhyun, oh how good he looked in that tuxedo with that blush coloured tie. His dark eyes automatically met mine as I looked away and blushed.

There was no reason to blush? Why DID I blush?!

I walked in further and greeted Jongdae and he returned a friendly smile, as I stood by Jongdae and waited for Eunhye. I realized that Baekhyun was his best man!

He had also held the ring in this hands and we all waited for Eunhye.

Eunhye finally walked in, her beautiful dress softly looked to the ground as she slowly glanced up. Her pink lips curled up into a small smiled. She looked gorgeous.

I could feel Jongdae shaking. I put a hand on Jongdae’s shoulder, “Control Jongdae, Control!” I said as I laughed.

Eunhye finally reached the altar and stood next to him. I felt so proud, my best friend is getting married right now!

Their vows had begun.

“Yah Eunhye-ah. When I first met you I was like god why did you have to be so damn annoying, with your witty remarks and playful laugh. But deep down I knew I liked you...”

Jongdae’s voice faded into the background as I felt a hand brush against mine so briefly I might’ve missed it.

I gulped and liked next to me to see Baekhyun next to me, his dark chocolate eyes looking at me.

I blush a rosy colour as I look away. My pulse has now escalated and I take a deep breathe to try to calm down the hammering of my heart.

I feel another light brush against my hand and skin feels hot where he touched.

His fingers gingerly reach over to mine and they gently, do softly mingle together.

We stand their, the entire ceremony, with hearts beating a hundred miles an hour and fingers barley brushing against each other. Our breathing uneven at the soft yet intimate touch, barely being able to pay attention to the vows being spoken.

I still snapped out of my trance as Eunhye’s voice surfaces up to me.

“...Kim Jongdae I love you so much. So much more than you could imagine.”

Realizing it was time for the ring exchange I feel Baekhyun’s warmth leave me as he goes up to present the ring to Jongdae.

Jongdae puts the ring in Eunhye’s finger and I go up to present Eunhye with the ring as well.

When the rings were exchanged we all yelled loudly, “KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!”

They both had blushes on their cheeks and Eunhye grabbed Jongdae by the tie and connected their lips.

We all cheered and and laughed and my eyes couldn’t help but travel over to Baekhyun who was now across from me. But he wasn’t looking over here.

“Guys’ we have a special announcement! Thank you to all our friends for helping us a ton! We probably can’t ever return this favour but please stay for three more days for the last celebrations! Thank you all so much.” Jongdae said with tears in his eyes.

“Since now that’s done, Eunhye proceed with your ceremony!”

Us bridesmaids went to the front while Eunhye stood at a distance from us. I know this was the flower ceremony, and if this lands on me, I will die.

As Eunhye chucked the flower, everything was in slow motion. My eyes somehow met with Bakehyun’s as we kept gazing at each other. Only for me to shake out of my thoughts with an object hitting me.

My eyes widened, the flower bouquet was in my hand, “Oh my god!” I mumbled as I looked at Eunhye, she was overjoyed. I looked around to meet several eyes but Baekhyun’s eyes had this tease in it.

Baekhyun and his friends chuckled on my reaction, I looked down at the bouquet and back up at Eunhye as she placed a teasing expression on her face.

What is this?!

***

“Hey Baek come here for a sec.” Minseok Hyung called me, it was after the wedding ceremony that we all were going to the hall and have a dance.

I was told that the bridesmaids were going to dance with us groomsmen, I had this insane excitement me.

Joohyun would dance with me, as she’s the maid of honour and I’m the best man. Joohyun’s making me wait since the day I met her.

God she’s so beautiful, her beautiful eyes, plump red lips, fair skin and straight black hair.

I started to develop feelings for her since the day I met her at the train, it’s been months since I’ve been trying to hide it. And for sure I haven’t been successful since everyone in the groom side knows.

“May I have this dance?” I tapped Joohyun’s shoulder, as soon as she turned around I couldn’t help but admire her, she looked absolutely stunning in this dress and the makeup she wore was just like the icing on top of cake.

She looked a surprised. “Uh. . Sure?”

I smiled, and gently took her hand and let her to the dance floor.

“So? How was your day?” I asked, starting a conversation, she looked at me in confusion. That face just makes me love her more.

“Uh it was great, until I saw you.” She said, I pretended to be hurt, “It was okay.” I smiled when she smiled.

I twirled Joohyun around as everything had just paused, it was only me and Joohyun dancing.

My hand on her waist tightened, as I pulled her closer. Our eyes met each other’s, really it felt like a movie scene.

My heart felt like it would pop out right away, and I wasn’t the only one who had such a heartbeat. I could hear Joohyun’s heart hammer against her chest.

I smiled sheepishly, I leaned down to her and whispered in her ear, “You look so good today, the things you do to me.”

Her expression made me laugh loudly, “Yah Byun Baekhyun! Stop this and be quiet!” Joohyun said as I kept laughing.

***

It was now nighttime, Joohyun had asked Hanbi to grab me some drinks. As to why She was sitting in her room drinking all of them.

She was visibly drunk, “If Baekhyun likes me..? Do I like him?!” She yelled, but shushed herself in a childlike manner.

“What better way to find out!” She stood up walked out of her room, her tipsyness made her bump into the vases in the hallway.

“Yah Yah Joohyun, are you okay?” That was Baekhyun, he looked worried as to why Joohyun kept bumping into the vases.

His eyes trailed down at her hands and he noticed the soju hanging lazily in her hands.

“Joohyun you’re drun—“

“yOOO BYUN BAEKHYUN! DO YOU LIKE ME? HUH?” Joohyun yelled, shocking Baekhyun.

“yes I do, but we can talk about this later, your drunk—“

“NO. YOU TELL ME NOOW! DO YOU BYUN BAEKHYUN LIKE ME? BECAUSE I LIKE YOU?” Joohyun spoke in her drunk voice, not realizing what she’s talking about, she cups Baekhyun’s face and smashed her lips on his lips.

“Joohyun I can’t you’re drunk!” Baekhyun spoke in between the kisses as he tried to push her away.

“No, Byun Baekhyun I’m not drunk, kiss me. Right now.” Joohyun said looking into Baekhyun’s eyes.

Without thinking anything, Baekhyun then kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete. Their lips moved in perfect sync, almost as if they had been waiting to meet.

Kissing each other possessively, Baekhyun’s hand was now on Joohyun’s waist now locked and his other hand travelled to the back of her head.

He lifted her up and her legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he pressed her smack against a wall.

Her arms around his neck. She moaned as Baekhun slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Joohyun tugged on his hair, which made him groan.

Baekhyun moved to the corner of her mouth then down her neck, slowly agonizingly leaving his mark. He kissed and sucked, as She hissed in both pain and pleasure.

Joohyun gasped as he hit the spot right under her ear, he continued his sweet torture on it with his wet tongue.

They both pulled away, huffing and puffing. Their eyes making contact, as Baekhyun opens his mouth.

“I know this must sound crazy, and hastily. But I think I like you—no I think I’m starting to fall for you. From your little laughs to your clumsy moments, you personality to your brain. The way you move, makes me want you more.” Baekhyun confessed, as Joohyun lips part.

“Baekhy-yun I think this is too fast, I need time. Yea I do like you, but I’m not at the love point quite yet.” Joohyun explained, and continued, “Wait for me?”

Baekhyun nodded, “Always.”

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the-roanoke-society · 5 years

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What's the story behind the Agents of Sass and Class tag? How did Seraphim and Succubus meet within the society even tho they were from two COMPLETELY different agent circles? P.S I love you, bitch. 💖💖💖

now you did get the initial beginning down pretty square—seraphim had heard, on the periphery, that oh, we had a new necromancer, and man, her origin story was equal parts bizarre and intriguing (with the normal touches of tragedy that seemed to paint the narratives of everyone at the estate from time time—but such is the human and non-human condition of this plane, unfortunately).

let’s talk about it.

between the emotional aftermath of enoch’s abrupt departure, the city in the hills, all on top of routine missions that she was still being handed from lilith, there was a lot that seraphim missed. it wasn’t because of apathy. it was because of exhaustion. (and then there was still the matter of agent whiskey, of statesman. she was… still working on figuring that part out. but jack loved a good chase. and a good fuck.)

a large part of that was succubus’s training and entire initiation. but even as it was, for some reason seraphim couldn’t quite discern, lilith had been very keen on the senior agent being at least a bit aware that she was around.

very keen.

“hey, it’s—clementine. right?”

those were her first words to her. she’d overheard poltergeist a few days ago, talking to wendigo and mothman about his newest recruit. that he’d done the grave test, as he’d done with other field agents in training before her.

seraphim didn’t hate him. not exactly. but he reminded her so much of john who sparked such a deep anger and hurt inside of her that it was difficult for her to physically be around him for long. and it broke her heart to see another person being spiritually shattered in this way.

she’d pivoted abruptly, leaving the lounge before any of the three had seen her. fuming.

we aren’t wild horses. this is all so goddamn unnecessary and exhausting.

it didn’t feel like they were being broken and remade into something better. it just felt like breaking.

looking back, seraphim was grateful that rae had let her carefully lead her to one of the stools by the center island, get her tissues, a wet towel for her face, and food that was actually plated. she was hardly the first person seraphim had seen weeping in an odd place in the manor, although crying in front of an open fridge was a first.

clementine wasn’t clementine for long. soon enough, she was raeanna. then rae. but a lot about her was… guarded. that first conversation in the kitchen that night was very much a weird kind of dance. seraphim had to learn where to press, where not to press. the shapes of what she was willing to share versus what she wasn’t. and succubus, for her part, had only a vague idea of who seraphim even was.

“my name’s morgan. uh, seraphim’s my handle. it’s nice to finally meet you.”

an exorcist, fine, a senior agent of apparent high regard, sure, but succubus didn’t know her and didn’t exactly relish the idea of a sleepover-tier get-to-know-you conversation in the middle of the night with the witch that poltergeist had constantly used as a standard to decimate her confidence.

the closeness and seamlessness they share as a duo on the field wasn’t formed overnight.

but it was engendered in one.

because succubus found that for the life of her, she couldn’t withstand the barrage of kindness.

they ran into each other a few times after that, always in passing. succubus still had her training to finish, and seraphim had her normal fieldwork.

but one day, shortly after succubus had finally graduated out of poltergeist’s authority to become an agent in her own right, lilith called seraphim into her office. all of her usual calm smile and gentle—if not a little suspicious—demeanor.

“morgan! there you are! i see the color’s gotten back into your face since you came home. did mr. daniels have something to do with that? … aaannnddd look, now there’s even more pink there, i’m taking that as a yes.”

“lil, please. look, did you need to ask me something? i’m assuming you called me up here for a reason.” seraphim took a seat in one of the plush armchairs on the other side of lilith’s desk, watching her superior thoughtfully twirl a red apple in the space above an open hand. it had a bite out of it.

“you know me well. i did have something that i wanted to assign you, and agent succubus.”

“agent? oh, she got through training! thank god, i was scared that adam was going to run her off, or worse, and—wait, both of us?” seraphim lifted one brow. it wasn’t that she’d been hit with dread, but she’d never worked with rae afield before. she wasn’t sure what to expect.

“yes, she’s become quite the gifted necromancer under ‘geist’s—particular brand of tutelage. … morgan, would you like an apple, or are you just jealous that you haven’t quite mastered the art of object levitation?”

seraphim sighed. “both, if i’m honest, but joe’s been teaching me energy manipulation.” she caught the apple that lilith tossed to her from a bowl on the small table behind her and eyed the manila folder she slid onto her desk towards her. “granted, it’s not like i have a separate universe at my hands. our magic doesn’t look the same. but it’s…” her voice softened. another sigh. this one was sadder. “… it’s nice to be able to explore what i can do. after everything. you never really stop learning, i guess. not really.” she poked at the folder. “but uh, i’m a little bit more curious about that, ma’am.”

lilith smiled kindly. she’d have to speak with mothman later, see what exactly they’d been up to. “we’ve had—reports,” she began, flipping open the folder. seraphim took a bite out of her apple, reaching forward to touch one of the photographs that was on top of a stack of scanned newspaper clippings. “of something interesting happening around the outsides of las vegas.”

seraphim picked the picture up, frowning at it. “uh—lil, uhm, what, what am i looking at?” she spoke around the apple bits in her mouth. the only distinct shapes she could make out in the photo were the mountains in the distance and a police cruiser. but this black blur in the middle…

whatever it was, it was massive. easily at least ten, twelve feet, comparing it to the car. big, dark, and—were those antlers?

“we’re not a hundred percent sure. but we’re afraid that given the damage its caused and an uptick in insomnia and night terrors around the part of the city where it’s been sighted, it may be something demonic.”

“which is why you’re sending me. okay, i follow you.”

“we also think it might not be completely alive in the traditional sense.”

“… it’s not what now?”

lilith rubbing her hands together. not a good sign. “we don’t think it’s—living. no mundane weapons seem to slow it down, which isn’t necessarily a huge surprise, but other members from the nevada office that were dispatched had similar misfortune. granted, their specializations aren’t quite like yours, or like rae’s, and we’re wondering if maybe we just need an approach with… let’s say a dynamic more like the one you two have.”

“lil…”

“i don’t mean anything as shallow as a game of holy versus unholy. i only mean that both of you are walking different sides of the same road, going the same way. you have a decent handle on being, as luca has said, a ‘light-bringer,’ and rae makes a weapon out of darkness. between the two of you, this thing doesn’t stand a chance, and the vegas mayor will, once again, owe me a debt.”

“uh, once again?” why was it that she consistently left lilith’s office with more questions than answers?

“it’s a long story, i’ll tell you when you get back. now go find rae, please, i’d like to speak with her. take this file with you to review. our dear darling quetzl just got back from visiting his mother, he’ll fly you out tomorrow morning at six a.m. sharp.”

“yes ma’am.” seraphim bit down on her apple, holding it in her mouth as she used both hands to shift through the file.

this would make for some interesting afternoon reading, but first, to find succubus…

* * *

“did you eat breakfast?” seraphim asked the next morning, hoping that a pair of dark capris and a light grey button-up wouldn’t end up being too hot for the desert. she couldn’t bring herself to just wear a tank-top. she didn’t like how people looked at her scars.

“… what?” succubus was rubbing sleep out of her eyes, almost tripping up the steps into the jet. almost. “oh shit—uhm, no, i opted to get as much sleep as possible. kind of regretting it.”

“what, sleeping in or not eating anything?” seraphim got up into the plane first, slinging her duffel bag upwards onto the rack over their seats.

the good witch—which seraphim thought was a fuckin’ weird name for a plane—was one of the nicer jets in roanoke’s hangar. the flight from kentucky to nevada wouldn’t be tremendously long, but it’d give them a few hours to rest, and if seraphim had her way, to be better friends.

this would be the first time they’d be stuck together for an extended period, and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

succubus laughed, and readily handed her own bag to seraphim’s outstretched hand. “both.”

“then boy do i have a surprise for you two!” seraphim and succubus both jumped at the booming voice of quetzl, who was the most intense morning person seraphim had ever met. all dark eyes, dark smiles and a demeanor that could be likened to a nuclear reactor.

before either of them could quiet react he’d already stuffed pop tarts into their hands—smores flavor into seraphim’s, strawberry into succubus’s. “you’re welcome. now please, go sit down, i’ve got to radio phoenix and get him to open the hangar up for us, but as soon as the gate’s up, we’re outta here!”

and as soon as they sat down: “dude do you want to trade? that one’s my favorite.”

“seriously? hell yeah, that one’s my favorite too.”

okay. off to a good start.

but seraphim closed her eyes as soon as they hit cruising altitude—she’d watched succubus take out a worn copy of carrie, and had to hide her smile—and when she opened them again, it was to the tune of quetzl’s voice over the p.a. system. “ladies! and—other ladies! all of the two ladies on board. we’ll be landing on the airstrip by our nevada compatriots here in like, thirty minutes. we’ll be right on the outskirts of henderson, which means around a thirty minute drive to the site that lilith wanted you to investigate first. so please return your seats to the upright position, do the thing with the tray tables, you’ve been on a plane before, just don’t run around the cabin, that’s literally it. … thank you for your patronage.”

succubus rolled her eyes. “is he always like this?”

seraphim laughed in response. “welcome to air quetzl. never boring, and sometimes just—real fuckin’ annoying.”

“better annoying than boring, though?”

the senior agent hummed, nodding. “i—yeah. better annoying than boring.”

* * *

agent tahoe met them in the hangar. blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and all six feet of her like a ray of sunshine. seraphim thought she was going to bruise her knuckles with the strength of her grip. where the hell does lilith keep finding all these morning people?

“seraphim! good to see you again, look how long your hair’s gotten! and you must be our newest crowned, agent succubus! i’m senior agent tahoe. our ah, staff’s stretched a bit thin at the moment, what with all the monster bullshit, but don’t worry, i’ll be the one making sure you get to where you need to g—“

“emilia! baaaabe! how’s it hangin’?”

“… clark.”

her tone went deadpan and succubus was trying desperately to keep some sense of professionalism.

“oh come on, you’re not still mad at me, are you?”

“if you two will follow me, our ride’s waiting in the garage juuuuust down this corridor here—“

“oh sweet, what did boss man upstairs lend us?”

“i said you two. meaning them. you are going straight inside where someone can keep an eye on you. and don’t touch anything.”

“emilia!”

“go fucking upstairs.” but all the venom in her voice disappeared when she turned back to the team at her shoulders, following close behind her. “in all seriousness, we’re really glad y’all are here. whatever this thing it, it broke jarbridge’s legs, compound fractures, too. i mean, she passed out, which is good, she says she doesn’t even remember it happening, but i’m pretty sure lovelock’s gonna have to take some kind of sabbatical, you know how squeamish he is around blood…”

succubus glanced at seraphim once. her face was a little pale.

but seraphim just put a warm hand on her shoulder, and leaned closer to her. “hey. this asshole hasn’t met us yet. we got this.”

* * *

tahoe was the kind of woman where, if you didn’t make any attempt to steer the conversation, she could talk gore and guts for literal hours (seraphim had heard her do it enough times before).

once they’d gotten into a shiny black falcon coup (that, despite how clean it looked, was straight out of 1975) seraphim watched succubus’s face become more and more drawn.

she’d survived poltergeist. that spoke volumes in and of itself. but even the confidence bred from that firewalking brand of training, well…

seraphim remembered her first mission solo, without enoch at her side. all she had to do was envision that bright yellow doorway on lincoln street and it all came flooding back, visceral but short-lived. the nervousness. the fear. and for her, at least, an acute case of being overwhelmed.

but then… poltergeist hadn’t left.

would it have been so bad if he did leave, really?

seraphim shook her head. “—emilia! emilia. uhm. look, now, you know i love a war story as much as the next agent, but ah, rae looked a little confused as to why you were being so cold to clark, and frankly, i am too, i thought you two had patched things up?”

if there was one thing tahoe liked talking about more than body horror—it was her exes.

succubus didn’t want to let on that her heart was in her throat, and she had her hands balled into fists in her lap so no one could tell they were shaking. what had she gotten herself into? double compound fractures? were her bones about to see the light of day as well? she suppressed a shudder.

she loved bones. she loved her own bones. she loved them most when they were safely under her skin like they were supposed to be.

but succubus also loved gossip, and seraphim, as it turned out, was an excellent enabler.

also turned out that quetzl was just as awful to date as succubus had judged beforehand, according to tahoe. “and okay, i’ll concede that maybe i shouldn’t have been looking through his phone but damnit, rae, it was my own sister! like, both of my sisters! who does that?”

* * *

their arrival point was hardly anything climactic—although ‘cinematic’ was still a word that seraphim would’ve used. in a very regional gothic sort of way. the sun was high by that point, not a cloud in the sky and it was so blue that it hurt her eyes. she could see roaring vegas in the distance as she stood by the front of the coup, taking a drag off of her cigarette. her usual pre-mission ritual these days.

“i didn’t know you smoked,” succubus said quietly, but even as soft as her voice was, seraphim jumped anyway, coughing. “oh shit, sorry, i didn’t mean t—“

“it’s okay! it’s okay. it’s a gross habit. i keep telling lilith i’ll quit, but…” she stared at it in the v of her fingers, shrugged, and then took one long final inhale before flicking upwards, snapping her fingers, and—where the hell did it go? “i don’t know. i don’t have a lot of motivation to stop. and anyway, that’s not why we’re here, we’re here!” with a grand flourish, she turned, motioning to the spread of desert before them. “to catch a monster.”

succubus grinned. “i do like the sound of that.”

“hell yeah you do! we are the fuckin’ veil!” tahoe had a mapped spread out over the car’s hood, covered in various markings. “shit, iiiiii am utter garbage at location work, i wish jarbridge was out of medical already—“ she laughed. “man she’s probably high as a kite right now anyway. she’d be useless. okay, look just—you two come over here.”

seraphim and succumbs watched at her shoulders as she pointed with one black-painted nail to a part of the map marked with three sharpie x’s, all in a triangle and all on the other side of a low, craggy ridge about a mile or so from where the dirt roadside where they’d parked. “based off of all the intel we’ve been able to gather, we think that it’s home base is right around here. now, it’s daytime, and this thing is one nocturnal son of a bitch, so the strategy is to get a jump on him on his home turf. catch him with pants down, or whatever.”

succubus hummed, “oh, now those are my favorite kind of missions—“

tahoe lifted her eyebrows. “remind me to ask you some questions when this is all over and we get celebratory shots on the strip or something. now!” in a few wide strides she was at the trunk, popping the lid with the wave of a hand as she walked. “these are yours.” she handed seraphim her usual pistol, and succubus a standard issue handgun marked by the roanoke insignia and a few sigils she couldn’t quite recognize.

“there’s my baby!”

“uh, morgan, what kinds of babies have you been around…?” but seraphim was too busy taking practice swings with a large wooden bat, embedded with nails, wrapped in barbed wire and prayer beads.

“rae, meet virgil. virgil, rae. most trustworthy man i’ve ever met.”

succubus lifted her eyebrows in approval. “will, uh, i get one of those—?”

seraphim had the audacity to wink. “if you make one yourself. i’ll tell you virgil’s story over all those shots tahoe said she was going to buy us here in a second.”

but tahoe was back studying the map. something about her posture was different. her back straighter, her lips in a tighter line. there was a beat before she lifted her eyes to the agents, sighing. “i wish there was something more i could give you. anything more. but this is it.” another short exhale. “we don’t know what, exactly, this is. but you two are going to be the best crack at it that we’ve taken so far. if things get hairy, just head back here. i’ll stay here with the ride. my office is a button-press away. don’t—“ she swallowed. seraphim felt nervousness tug at the base of her stomach. this wasn’t like emilia. “don’t be scared to bail out. might’ve saved jarbridge her legs. i’ll be here, okay? comm’s on. you’ve got your specs. call me beep me, whatever.”

succubus lifted a hand, reflexively tracing the frames that rested across the bridge of her nose.

“… good luck.”

seraphim had one hand on the top of the holster strapped across her thigh, the other on virgil’s base. he rested easily across the width of her shoulders. she knew where the grooves were to keep the barbs from digging into her work jacket (although a few still did anyway). succubus realized the weird straps of leather stretching across seraphim’s back were just another holster as she took one more swing, then popped the back into the curved sockets. “we won’t let you down, em. rae—stay at my shoulder.”

but she waited until they were a ways down, making their own path through the sand before she kept going: “—but when i say get behind me, get behind me.”

succubus frowned. “what, you think i can’t handle it?”

“rae—“

“no, no, please, enlighten me.” they didn’t stop walking. their path started to descend down, and succubus could see the rocky edge they’d have to hike over to get to the triangle marked on tahoe’s map. she wondered if it’d be like the monster movies she’d watched as a kid; would there be a cave? a dark, yawning maw on a hillside, looking like it’s full of nothing but pitch, like how sophie walked into the cavern in howl’s moving castle?

seraphim didn’t answer immediately, but then: “this is our first time. not to make this sound all euphemistic and shit, but i’d prefer if you didn’t, i don’t know, get a part of your neck bitten out, get your bones broken—y’know. work stuff.”

succubus blew out a breath. “right. … right. i, uh. i’m—“

“don’t.” seraphim smiled. succubus realized how easy it looked, sliding onto her countenance.

it didn’t make sense.

she’d seen this same woman look absolutely haunted when she thought no one was looking.

“i’m here to act as guardian angel. this is a part of your training.” and softer: “… and mine, too.”

“hmm?”

“nothin’. just stay close, okay?”

“‘kay.”

* * *

the rest of the walk was fairly quietly. seraphim kept singing under her breath, but succubus couldn’t make out anything familiar. she thought she heard something like “it’s rainin’ tacos…”

they came up on top of the ridge, and succubus squinted, staring down. it was a sheer drop, and while it wasn’t like they were on top of the grand canyon, she was pretty sure a fall from this height could kill someone. or at least make sure they never walked again. seraphim whistled lowly, motioning off to the left. “looks like there’s a path that goes down.” her voice was soft, but solid. “if i had to guess, we’re probably standing on top of this thing’s house. ten bucks says there’s a cave or something similar down there.”

“deal.”

and as it turned out, there was a cave.

well—‘cave’ might’ve been too kind of a descriptor.

to seraphim it looked more like a giant had straight up just clawed a huge whole into the side of the rock. the entrance was marked by sharpened, jagged stones that looked too much like teeth for her liking.

they approached painfully slowly. as soon as the ground had evened out, seraphim had drawn her pistol, and succubus mimicked the movement. but there was no sound, nothing, save for the wind whistling over the ridge.

“look like about how you expected?”

“with a bit more cacti, yeah. and the police cruiser is a surprise.”

the saguaro looked like they belonged there, but that car did not. seraphim wondered if it was the same one she’d seen in the photo lilith had shown her, but this one had definitely been through the wringer.

all the windows had been shattered. the sun caught the shards of glass that surrounded it, making it look like someone had spilled stars onto the sand. it was covered in dents, the place where the engine was had been hit downward (whatever engine there had been was now probably less engine and more just… car parts scattered underneath the cruiser), but what caught her eye the most was a set of six long lines dug along the length of one side.

claw marks? teeth marks? it was anyone’s guess.

—oh. and we’re about to find out.

succubus suppressed a shiver underneath a full sun. “what do we do?” she whispered. she could see seraphim’s jaw working, brows furrowed.

“should’ve brought a grenade…” a short sigh. “well, too late now, and this isn’t exactly joe’s last d and d campaign. i don’t think charging in there is a good idea. we have no idea of the layout, and ‘strength in numbers’ doesn’t apply to every situation, especially not ones like this.” she lifted a hand and ran it along her chin. “… okay. okay. i have an idea.”

“what’s the idea?”

“you go wait by the cruiser. i’m gonna whistle and try to draw it out.”

“… are you being serious?”

seraphim grinned and it looked borderline maniacal. “sure am. something tells me it might have a weakness to sunlight, hence why we only see it at night. if it is demonic, like lilith thinks, i’ll be able to bind it. and if it’s undead—also like lilith thinks—then you’ll just dispatch it.” she nodded to the handgun at succubus’s hip. “those bullets are holy. should do the trick. now get over there. i’m going to see if i can pull off a tom and jerry, get the jump on it from behind if we can just lure it out.”

so. succubus found herself on her knees behind the front part of the cruiser, sheltering behind the busted metal. she watched as seraphim had walked a far, wide circle, coming back to the ridge face and slowly edging her way along the rock, her spine pressed as flat against the stone as it would go. virgil, abandoned for the moment to make space, leaned against the rock some ways away. succubus was already regretting that decision.

it felt like ages passed as she side-stepped. side-stepped. side-stepped. side-stepped again.

until finally seraphim was close to the cave’s mouth. but she didn’t draw her gun again, like succubus had expected. it stayed holstered alongside her thigh. but she did roll up her sleeves to reveal—were those tattoos? where had those come from? succubus couldn’t remember seeing them before. had she found time to mark herself somehow?

but she didn’t have enough time to ponder. because seraphim met her eyes, nodded once, and turned her neck.

there it came, a whistle, low, long and, succubus reasoned if she could hear it from all the way behind the police car, loud. seraphim abruptly jerked back, flattening herself again. her palm spread wide against the stone, trying to feel the vibrations of movement, the vibrations of anything.

but an entire minute passed. then two. then five.

seraphim blew some air into her cheeks, and with trembling legs, finally began walking back towards the car. “look, rae, i think maybe the recon team got the wr—“

it came so quickly that seraphim immediately collapsed to her knees. it was a high-pitched banshee wail of a shriek, so cacophonous and blaring that even when succubus jammed the heels of her hands over the shell curves of her ears it did nothing to soften the sound. she screwed her eyes shut, and just as abruptly as it started, it was done. when she opened them, trying to remember how to breathe, how inhaling and exhaling felt, seraphim had collapsed onto her rear on the other end of the cruiser.

succubus swallowed. “what. the fuck. was that.” her voice was quiet. a jet plane would have been quiet in comparison to what they’d just heard.

seraphim had no color in her face and couldn’t immediately answer. “… okay. that’s uh. probably the target. i apologize, i completely gave in to the monkey brain flight-or-fight response there and didn’t pick the right one.”

“i don’t know if i necessarily agree.” they stared at each other for a few beats of silence. both were afraid to move. it wasn’t something either of them were trying to hide that moment. “—what do we do now?”

seraphim took a breath, her mouth moving to answer, but was interrupted by—succubus didn’t know how to describe it, not straight away. it had different parts, all moving and all happening so close together it was hard to pick them apart. the whoosh of air, the clean cut of metal on metal, that short of shink noise that a knife made up against a whetstone. succubus blinked.

she thought she’d seen sparks between them.

literal sparks, as if the side of the car had been hit with something.

her mind was trying to catch up.

… are those claws?

the fingertips—nails, talons, claws, all of them—of a hand (‘hand’ was a generous descriptor in this instance) were sticking out of the side of the car. not opening the door. they were sticking out having gone through the outer frame of the cruiser.

tap. … tap tap.

succubus was going to be sick.

taptaptaptaptaptaptap—

seraphim abruptly fell backwards as the half of the car she’d been leaning against was wrenched back, and she found herself staring upwards, right into the face of the monster of the photograph.

“jesus christ you are so much uglier up close.”

“morgan for fuck’s sake—!“

succubus was reaching, grabbing, trying to grasp her pant leg, something as this thing let out another scream. it threw the chunk of cruiser down where seraphim had been lying in partial shock just seconds earlier. the crash was deafening and before seraphim quite knew what was happening, she was sprinting across the sand with her elbow in a grip that was almost bone-crushing.

“run!”

it didn’t matter that they were armed. it was too close too fast. there was no time. no space. it was on them like–what was it poltergeist had liked to say? white on rice.

that thing didn’t have to make a noise, they could both hear the hoofbeats behind them, could see the too-long, too-prickled shadow catching up to overtake theirs on the desert ground.

“what the fuck! what the fuck! shit!” succubus wasn’t leading them back to tahoe, then there’d be three dead agents instead of just two, and she absolutely believed that there was for sure going to be two.

“—i have another idea!”

“oh fucking great!”

“no no no, this one’ll work i’m positive!”

“isn’t that what you said last time?!”

“if you remember correctly, i said no such thing! trust me, old school always works! let me go on three, okay? one—three!”

succubus hadn’t planned on turning around, but then the—demon? zombie? old forgotten demigod or someone’s bastard offspring? who knew?—started to make a new sound. she ran until its shadow wasn’t touching anything in her sight, ending up back against the ridge. only then did she turn.

… wow.

what she hadn’t seen was seraphim pulling off what she’d honestly considered a hail mary.

they couldn’t outrun it. in the time it would take them to draw their guns, it probably would’ve sliced them open at the elbows. and as any necromancer, or exorcist, or witch, or sorcerer can tell you: it’s very, very difficult to concentrate enough to do anything, let alone put up a decent defense or guard, when you’re actively being chased and doing the opposite of gaining ground.

not for seraphim, anyway.

not yet.

as soon as succubus’s grip released from her arm with a push, seraphim dropped like dead weight onto her back and prayed—prayed very, very hard, and focused, just like she’d been taught.

she forced her elbows to meet, right up to her wrists, as she was very, very narrowly missed being stepped on (which would’ve been lethal—apparently she’d missed the velociraptor feet the first go-around). and as she did so, the marks on her arms made a shape—a circle, decorated with smaller symbols, around and around and around…

a seal.

“a capite ad calcem.”

from head to heel.

freeze, motherfucker.

succubus turned in time to see the target upheld over seraphim, who was flat on her spine against the dirt, directly underneath it. it almost looked like it was being suspended by the thinnest strands of razor wire—succubus kept catching glints as it thrashed, and something black began to ooze out of it.

seraphim had some drip right onto her flushed cheeks, struggling a bit to keep the seal intact.

succubus began to understand why poltergeist had brought her up so often. for a beat, she could only stare.

and with a bit of surprise, she realized she didn’t feel envy, or any kind of spite—because that’s just what adam would have wanted, isn’t it? to break a thing before it got a chance to breathe?—she felt awe.

she felt pride.

which quickly melted into panic as soon as seraphim’s voice cut through her haze, upped a pitch in the chaos. “rae? buddy? a little help? this dude’s—oh shit, no you do not, asshole mcgee—just a smidge stronger than i first thought. show me what you’ve got! deport this fucker!”

every line blazed into a brightness that hurt her to look at for too long, and it suddenly all snapped into place. every single thing poltergeist had taught her, flooding back. perhaps her learning retention was better than she thought.

as another of the monster’s cries echoed against the ridge wall—this one perhaps a bit more pain than rage—she ran closer.

those were petrov lines—which meant that was an azrael seal. azrael was an archangel who had special dominion over retribution; his marks (and succubus understood that oh, those are what seraphim had on her arms, i just couldn’t recognize them in broken pieces—) aided in trapping demonic entities that had manifested onto the physical plane. this was one of the first seals that seraphim had been taught, and for good reason.

okay. so a demon.

but petrov lines, those only appeared for beings that were demonic just in part. something that came from some of the in-between worlds, an underworld that was a hell but not a hell.

something that succubus merely recognized as undead.

fuck, it’s both.

but succubus suddenly felt a surge of confidence at the light of the lines, and she lifted her hands, gun forgotten, darkness already beginning to twine out from her elbows, down to her wrists. she stalked, predatory, and seraphim tried to both watch her partner and keep this thing under control.

she may not have seen succubus’s hand motions, the intricate movements of her fingers in rapid succession followed by a definitive slicing motion.

but she heard her, speaking in the same tongue she had.

“ad initium—asshole!”

seraphim watched as cords of black intertwined with the lightlines, and kept watching as they found the creature’s neck.

it was both forces together that bore themselves down and quite literally razored the being into little chunks. no more black fell on seraphim’s face. it simply dissipated, as if it had turned to ash.

what was it that lilith had said?

walking different sides of the same road.

it took about a minute for it to disappear completely, and when it did, for about as long, neither agent moved. seraphim was exhausted. muscle fatigue manifested as tremors in her arms. she stared up at an empty sky as succubus slowly walked towards her, finally kneeling down by her side.

“… you good?”

“… yeah. you good?”

“yeah.”

“groovy.”

seraphim closed her eyes. she could’ve fallen asleep if she hadn’t started to hear distant yelling: “oh my god what did you two DO?!” tahoe was scrambling down towards them, yelling, looking equal parts horrified and elated. “i heard—oh my god, i—morgan, rae, you’re alive, you’re both alive, hallelujah, and no bones! morgan, what the fuck is all over your face? whose blood is that? is that blood? holy shit i can’t believe you—woah woah!” she caught succubus as she flopped off to the one side, threatening to collapse. “rae. rae, stay away. morgan. … morgan!”

she slapped the exorcist on the bicep, and the exorcist in question swore but in a much more whiney tone than she’d originally meant, to which tahoe just quipped: “oh walk it off you big baby. we’ll have a beta team come out and cleanse this area, it’s still tainted, which means if you’re gonna faint, you can’t do it here. c’mon now, up we go—“

succubus, as a newer recruit, had the luxury of tahoe’s arm around her waist, helping her to stagger to her feet. seraphim had a few false starts before she managed to first roll up onto her knees, then finally, to stand. her first few steps were shaky. but she shook her head, blinked a few times, and glanced over at succubus and tahoe walking back towards the car.

and they grew steadier, as she went.

around thirty minutes later, time found them all sitting at the bar of a classic, neon-tinged greasy spoon diner, complete with black-and-white checkered floors and a jukebox in the corner that apparently knew three songs: rocketman, dancing queen, and under pressure.

not a bad mix, honestly.

“ladies!” tahoe was the first to lift her shot glass. the three of them swirled with some cheap well tequila, given a pink sheen from the lights. “what do we want to toast to?”

“… uhm.” seraphim mumbled, staring at her glass. “weee… should toast toooo…”

“… new friendships?” succubus had spoken so softly that at first, seraphim wasn’t sure she’d heard her. but once she understood, she grinned, broadly.

“to new friendships—and to the first of many victories.” succubus smiled back at her. … i think i could really like it here.

“cheers!”

their glasses clinked to the tune of sir elton john, crooning softly: “and i think it’s gonna be a long long time… and i think it’s gonna be a long long time…”

#the roanoke society #agent succubus #agent seraphim #agents of sass & class #agent quetzl #agent tahoe #agent lovelock #lilith #agent poltergeist #once upon a time in nevada #(what's this? morgan actually created content? the madness!)

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highglossfinish · 5 years

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Irken Propaganda Film

Do you know, I actually went into this wondering if maybe, just maybe the interim between now and the time we last checked in on them had taught them something.

That was funny of me.

I see the screen! Thebes Excellent! Hit the leave button at the top, then, click join or whatever That's what I did Ah! It works! It's just up there next to the settings button FINALLY. SUCCESS God, is this how this kid sees himself Good! We're clearly off to a great start. I have a theory--when I first clicked the link, it said I was already here and asked if I wanted to "rejoin the party" or something. I guess it had to be reset Do you think the Autobots' human pets have similar fantasies? I'd be astonished if they didn't. I can't imagine it's out of character for them God... the flies.... Has he showered in the past two years You know he has not. even once *shudder* How is he alive? You heard him. They've just been shoving food in there. Does he...does he realize Irkens aren't good at anything? At all? Ever? Clearly he is under the delusion that the Irken threat is a serious one. He didn't even *disguise his skin.* Most of them disguise everything. At least the rain is probably washing away some of the filth not enough. Never enough. At least the Zim creature is enjoying himself. Do you see now why we don't talk about the Irkens? *Do you see?* Maybe. That's just. So gross So I have to ask, are Irkens like... deer are to humans? Way too many of them getting in the garbage and denting vehicles in their horrible verminous flailing? I have questions but I don't want the answers. That's the most apt description of Irkens I've ever heard. I meant about "chair Dib", but hey would've compared them to insects but insects are actually a threat, deer are the ones that only damage property or stand around creepin' people out with their horrible diseases. "Let me just take a BIG sip of soda" They will also, in deer-like fashion, try to colonize your yard if they think there are snacks there. I like how the purple one wasn't the one drinking anything. hahahahha Nice to know their leaders are clearly still fragging. Yes. Is nice the word you truly want to use? I like their jaunty ceremonial outfits. THAT was long overdue tHE HOSE, i MEAN. THE HOSE IS NOT ENOUGH. It will never be enough. Also why the fuck did Zim express order a jaunty lil' facehugger Did Dib get some steroids Eh, I'll settle for "nice." It'd be a little disquieting if they weren't. By the Core, he's so tiny even by Irken standards. He's a tiny... thing. Oh dear. You could pick him up. As a human-sized being, at that. I mean, you'd get stabbed by flaily mechanical legs, but it'd be pretty damn funny to watch him rage He's kind of a bad scientist, really. Apparently it's hilarious to pick them up when you're Cybertronian. The screaming would get tiresome, though. god How are either of these two alive? ...That pile wasn't there before IS THIS HOW IRKENS PUPATE INTO THEIR MATURE FORMS OF UTTER SUCK? IT'S ALL MAKING SENSE NOW. His poor, broken spirit. Now talk about making a disection video Ahh, so it's *that* kind of rivalry. No one ugly cries like a failbug whose delusions have been shattered There are logistical reasons why the whole planet hasn't been razed by now, but I wonder if the rest of the universe doesn't simply feel sorry for them. Didn't Zim raze the planet himself? And they bounced right back. You have to admit, they are a species that does not let a little being destroyed every now and again get them down. I imagine that just. happens. periodically. Like how some cities on Earth have burned to the ground more than once ...Did his visualization include the goop? His concept of science would make Shockwave weep. CAN Shockwave weep? Weep controlled, logical tears. No. Shockwave is never happy unless the science involves monsterous horrors. This is what I mean about the Irkens never having conquered a world that mattered. Hey. They'd either get on immediately or Shockwave would short out with rage. Fatalities minimal. This is a train wreck. Did one fall into the volcano? Just her shoe. Ohhh. Look at him go. Ha, remember those universes where somebody, can't quite recall who, decides to bring Cybertron to Earth for some reason? Thi s is like that, but in reverse! You could almost believe this will be successful and won't turn to suck .... I remember. I remember it vividly. :) It's almost like it's a universally completely stupid plan When a plan is too stupid for the Irkens, that's when you *know* it's a stupid plan. It wasn't -my- plan. It's okay. We know. I feel as though Megatron would want a throne like this. I can picture it, honestly. He wouldn't, but Megatron never was any good at fun. Your Megatron never thought it was a good idea to train elephants to 'hail' him. That sounds like a HILARIOUS story. It would have been more funny if I did not have to deal with him personally. Okay, granted. It's always funnier from a safe distance. Funnier from a safe distance describes most Irken shenanigans too, from the sound of it ...Oh. I'm sure he's fine. The Dib is surprisingly durable. He's made of rubber. Okay, that was good. WELP, THAT PLANET'S DOOMED Membrane Labs has a very harsh downsizing policy That is about right. Why did he think it would be a good idea to teach it to love? Flying by the seat of his ass, there. You think Zim is capable of good ideas? Point, point. doggos ...Well! That certainly was a whole lot of... Yes! Indeed. And now the Tallest are in hell, apparently. Couldn't have happened to a nicer ruling body I haven't heard any breaking news from their corner of the galaxy lately. It's possible they just snacked it off like they usually do. Hah. I'll ask Bee. That's about all I've got on offer for tonight, because you really can't top the Irkens. You really can't! Fair enough. Their nonsense truly is top-tier. Thank you for hosting, and... I guess I'll use the leave button instead of just closing the tab. Goodnight! Good night! Thank you all for coming! Thank you for hosting. Until next time... Until then! thank you, and good night!

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thedistantstorm · 5 years

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Phoenix Protocol 02

A Zavala x Female Guardian work.

Summary: When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

[Previously]

Ikora always wants more.

By research, Ikora actually means to discuss Miyu stopping hers. Focusing on more important matters. The Reef. Uldren. Miyu wants nothing to do with any of it, and that is why she had willingly offered her services detaining escapees from the Prison of Elders despite not actually wanting to do that at all.

It gives Miyu time to actually complete some more secretive research on the side: why her Light is messed up. Why it feels like when she received hers back, after the war, it felt like it belonged to someone else, the person she used to be but wasn’t any more, coiling uneasily beneath her skin. She’s gone to Io. The Shard. Both under the guise of hunting escapees, but also to seek answers.

Neither place does and very day, the solar sword is more difficult to grasp, wings of flame beyond her reach. Telling her Vanguard that didn’t work. Ikora didn’t understand. The Void has always been at her fingertips, for as long as she’s been connected to the Traveler. With that in mind, Miyu attempts to adapt her argument, listens to Ikora insisting that she push herself and hopes that eventually either her own efforts or Ikora’s reasoning pays off.

Ikora still demands an answer, though. Wants Miyu to give her something. So, Miyu presents her personal thoughts. Based on her research, she finds that her connection to the Light is strongest while meditating or calling upon her abilities in the midst of a healing rift. Ikora is not impressed. Miyu isn’t expecting her to be. She tells Ikora the truth - that she does not believe offensive maneuvers are her true calling, not anymore. It’s something she’s believed for a while now. She can hear Ghost cheering her on in her mind for being honest - for expressing her opinion. That was rare. Miyu hated doing so, especially when she knew it was going to be an unpopular one.

Ikora, in response, cites battles, strikes, accolades. Ikora always measures a Warlock’s worth in accolades.

Miyu measures a person - Guardian, Human, Exo, Awoken, whatever - in terms of character. Heart. Sometimes she thinks that’s why she just doesn’t fit in with her more intellectual colleagues, aside from not being sneaky and clever like the Hidden or having half the honors or titles that Ikora’s top-tier Warlocks have. Put a sword in her hands and Miyu can cut down almost anyone or anything. But have her infiltrate a group and act a certain way, play a role of some sort? She’ll fail right away.

She is not an actress. She’s a Guardian. And to her knowledge, the definition of a Guardian is someone who protects. There has to be some merit in that, she’s told Ghost, and he - her best friend and most honest critic - agrees.

Ikora - Miyu thinks - must not think much of her. Still, the Void user pulls her back from her thoughts with praise. “Grey,” She says, “You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You need to push yourself harder. Do not give up. I know you are better than this.”

It’s times like this that she wonders. Does Ikora know what her name is, really? Does Ikora even care? Miyu is beginning to think she’s just a faceless person, a puzzle that is challenging and therefore worth the more esteemed woman’s time. Ikora gave her hardly any face-time before the war, before she had these issues.

Regardless, the younger Warlock attempts to retain her composure. “Thank you. However, I would like to pursue my research on a more defensive Solar ability,” Miyu says, barely a whisper of defiance. “I believe it is possible.”

Ikora shakes her head. “Leave shielding for the Titans. A Warlock’s rift is not meant to protect. It is meant to heal or empower, and only briefly. Attempting to augment it is a waste of Light better spent on dispatching our enemies.”

Miyu sighs, but nods. “What would you have me do, then?”

The Warlock Vanguard crosses her arms, turns her back to Miyu and looks out at the City. “Take the most difficult Strikes and Patrols I can give you. Challenge yourself and you will find yourself calling upon your abilities more. If that does not help you to realign yourself with your Light,” She trails off, eyes narrowing on a fixed point beyond the horizon, “I will explore other paths. Your research is unnecessary at this time. If you require a project, I will send you to collect information from the Reef.”

The younger Warlock bows. “I understand,” Miyu says, schooling her features into something blank, and trying to sound collected and grateful, not detached and indifferent. “Thank you.” This won’t help. She’s already tried this, Miyu thinks, but tries not to let it bleed into her demeanor.

“You’re welcome, Grey. You may go.”

Miyu turns her back to Ikora Rey, but waits until she is nearly to Banshee’s stall in the main portion of the Tower to let the frustration show on her face, a very quiet growl escaping her. Ghost appears at her side immediately. “I can’t believe she wouldn’t listen to you,” He says, sounding even more irritated than Miyu is. “I’m sorry,” He apologizes to her. “But I think you should keep working on it.”

“So do I.”

Ghost bobs, spinning around her in a wide circle of disbelief. “You do?”

“Yes.” Silver eyes cant over toward her Ghost’s single teal one. “I’ll do what she asks, and continue my research on my own. What else can I do?”

He sighs. “I know. I just wish it had gone differently.” He taps her cheek. “If you could have convinced her to watch you summon your-”

“We asked that the last two times and she refused. It’s okay, Ghost. I’m used to it being just you and me.” She reaches up to cup his small being with her hands, and holds him close. “Sometimes, I think it’s better that way.”

Ghost nuzzles against her abdomen in a return of their improvised hug, and wonders not for the first time if she considers leaving. He knows she doesn’t feel like she belongs here, that she’s trying so hard to fit into the roles dictated by social norms. Most of her fellow Guardians hurt her with their lack of understanding, their taunts. Most of them do not know how it feels to have their Light feel foreign to them. Still, she remains as gentle as she can, does her best to be kind to everyone she meets. It’s no wonder they don’t live within the confines of the Tower. The City folk are far kinder to his wayward Guardian than her own brothers and sisters. It’s a shame.

Three days later, news hits the Tower. Cayde-6's killer has been eliminated. Almost everyone is celebrating. Miyu uses the general population's distraction to her advantage, slipping out to the training grounds recently restored near the base of the wall. There should be free space for her to experiment unseen, a rarity in the middle of the day.

She discards her gauntlets and lets the heavy, flame-retardant sleeves of her robes hang down over her palms. Pulls her sword from its sheath at her side. Ghost flutters around her, cones spinning silently in anticipation a safe distance away. She drops to her starting position, kicks off.

What she does not have in stealth or strength, she makes up with in skill. Some of it, Ghost believes, may have been written upon her from her first life, muscle memory and reflexes allowing her to pick up swordplay far more easily than ever anticipated. But not all of it. She worked hard to hone her skills, consulted archives and videos, took every ounce of criticism to heart.

He enjoys watching her dance throughout the training arena with her blade slashing out, parrying imaginary blows, each move fluid yet moving with unbelievable discipline and precision. However, he knows it will come soon. Can feel the tingle of Light, the increasing heat. She’s going to try without the rift. She always does, first. When her mind is clear, when she’s reached that place of blank-white concentration.

The Warlock sheaths her physical blade in a motion like lightning, before reaching out for the heat in the air, calling upon the Light in her soul to manifest the sword that answers the call of her heart. It always looks so effortless from afar.

It isn’t, though. He watches her throw the first one, scorching the dirt. Watches her call upon the second. Watches the flames spiral up her arm, paying no heed to her robes. Watches her grit her teeth and give form to the energy in her hand. This one doesn’t go as far, doesn’t track like the first.

The third fizzles into ash, blackens her fingertips. She screams, drops to her knees, slams her fists into the dirt. He doesn’t approach. He knows she wants to feel this, to commit it to memory - as if she hasn’t already, he thinks, but allows it to continue - and use it to fuel her. It’s how Ikora believes she will improve. Miyu doesn’t believe in it, but she tries anyway. He knows she’d try anything, to feel like herself again.

This is torture, but it’s therapeutic. She needs to let it out, to blaze, like the fiery powers locked inside her, refusing to come out the way they’re supposed to. The way they always had, before the Cabal had ripped them away by force.

Any changes in her personality, since the war, have been subtle. He notices the way her swordhand twitches after she lets the blades burn through her nerves. Can tell that where she might say ten words once, she now says six or five. Notices that where she’d try to be social once in a while, it takes a great deal of encouragement to convince her to approach a friendly face.

Ghost’s cones push out and then back in, spiraling around him in surprise as someone appears on his radar. Someone approaching, quickly. At a run. Miyu is pushing herself up, the rush of a healing rift spiraling out from beneath her. She doesn’t notice.

Another attempt is made to call upon the sword. She growls and braces her sword hand - gripping her left wrist with her right hand. Flames spit and spiral up both arms this time, fighting for purchase against the healing properties of the rift.

“Mi- Miyu?”

The small AI turns at the sound of the familiar voice. Oh, no.

#commander zavala #oc: miyu #zavala x female guardian #ikora rey #destiny #destiny fanfiction #destiny stories #destiny fan fiction #slowburn #angst #character development #destiny community #post-forsaken #collection: phoenix protocol #zavala x oc

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The Fox and the Toad (Femslash February)

Prompt: Gold Fandom: Avatar Pair: AzulaxZirin Song Rec(s): Avantasia’s Moonglow & Florence + The Machine’s Only If For A Night

Summary: Cinderella AU. Zirin sneaks off to a masquerade where she runs into Azula.

They didn’t exactly hate her. They weren’t exactly cruel. But the family had only adopted her to acquire themselves a less pricey servant. She supposed that she should be thankful that they paid her at all, legally they didn’t have to. Indeed, they were a safe distance away from cruel but they still denied her a chance to go with them on family outings and to attend more luxurious events.

Perhaps it was wrong to steal finery, dress herself up in it, and go to the ball. But then, much of the upper class never had any regard for Zirin so why should she have any for them? Whoever owned the dress could probably pay for ten more to replace it. So she slipped in to silk of a deep forest green. It wasn’t exactly her style her sleeves and the train of the dress dragged ridiculously long. And it had far too many emeralds all clustered at chest level. But she wanted to go to that ball so she would take what she could get. She would probably be the only gust there who didn’t have any jewelry. At the very least she needed a mask, it was, afterall, a masquerade. She shuffled around her mistress’ crate, at last she found something that would work. The mask is shaped like two squirrel-toads angled so that their heads touched and their bodies made for the eye slants. It was relatively simple and in a more vivid green than her dress, but she didn’t have any other options. She hustled away from the scene of the crime and rushed to the palace. The night was still young but she only had until midnight before she’d have to beat her adoptive family home. She had gotten the majority of the housework out of the way so, she supposed that they couldn’t get too angry with her so long as she returned the dress to whichever one of their guests owned it.

The palace was as splendid as she had heard. A towering building with many tiers and golden trimmed roof tiles. She took a deep breath, maybe she should turn around. She pushed her reluctance to the side and shimmied her way through the crowd.

And a lovely crowd it was; so much glitter and glitz. A whole rainbow spectrum of pretty and delicate gauze gowns. Lace and silk. Satin and velvet. The attire ranged from wholly opaque to nearly translucent. But each was elaborate in its own way.

And the masks. Those were the true spectacles, some were very clearly homemade. Others were forged from expensive shops. She spied a deer-dog with horns of polished ivory etched with intricate swirls. She noticed a rabaroo mask crafted pieced together by shards of diamond and glass. There was a wolf-bat mask covered in silk with black lace and a scatter of obsidian. Everywhere she looked was a new spectacle to behold. She smiled wide, it was overwhelmingly glorious.

The decor was eye catching as well, golden faux trees decorated the corners with glittering branches. Smaller versions gleamed on tables with silk red table cloths. Strings of ruby and topaz dripped from the ceiling and twirled around bamboo sticks. Paper lanterns glowed warmly overhead depicting things of the spirit world. The palace had been decorated to look like a forest. A magical spirit world forest.

Caught up in the splendor, Zirin took a step back. A step that had her colliding with another guest. The woman wore a bright red cheongsam gown, that hugged very tightly to a small form. Zirin was almost certain that the fox-lions and lotus flowers embroidered on it were made of real gold, or at least a touch of it. Her jewelry was certainly genuine. Long and thin bars of gold dropped from her ears ending with tiny rubies. A matching chain decorated her neck. Her arms were covered in golden bangles, one of which took the shape of a curling dragon. Another took the form of a curling fox-lion. Such was the make of her mask. A gleaming golden fox with criss-cross patterns etched in. Melted ruby filled the etches. A cascade of golden coins fell from either side of the mask. Matching the drip of her red-dyed lotus kanzashi. Her bear arms were a mural too, of shimmering, sparkling gold body paint. It had flares of red and orange to look like fire.

An elegant lady she was.

Zirin’s cheeks colored for having bumped into her so rudely.

She sputtered a jumbled apology.

“You should be.” The woman replied smoothly. “I take it, this is your first masquerade?”

Zirin nodded. “How’d you guess?”

“No one looks at the decorations for that long.” She shrugged.

“Got any pointers for new attendees?” Zirin asked with a lopsided smile.

The woman nodded. “Don’t ram yourself into royalty. Especially on their birthday ceremony.”

Zirin made a noise, it was indistinguishable, of the surprised brand. She fought for some sort of tangible response. One that wouldn’t leave her sounding like the peasant she was. All she could come up with was a horribly embarrassing, “happy birthday, princess.”

She could hear the eyeroll in Azula’s sigh. She thought that the princess must have been in a good mood that night because she mutters, “second piece of advice, learn to speak eloquently. If you’re going to invade a party, at least pretend like you know what you’re doing.”

“I! I was invited!”

“Yes.” Azula agreed. “You invited yourself. Stop acting like it, and pretend like someone important invited you.”

Zirin blinked at the blunt remark. Her jaw must have been askew because the princess laughed. She held out a hand glimmering with ruby and gold rings. Zirin wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take it or not, hesitantly her fingers curled around Azula’s.

“If you’re going to crash a masquerade, you should know how to dance at a masquerade.” She guided Zirin through an elegant spin, one that ended in the princess holding her close. She had never been so close to anyone in her life. She can smell the princess’ perfume. Beneath it is a tinge of smoke, the scent that ought to cling to any notable firebender. Azula took Zirin through a few more moves, before tsking to herself. “It’s a shame. You might have been a skilled dancer if you weren’t a peasant.”

“I’m not--” Zirin started.

“Fourth piece of advice. At least try to bathe yourself before attending a high-class event.”

Her cheeks reddened. This princess was going to drive her insane. A devious smile tugged at the woman’s lips. She took Zirin into a new dance. A faster one. “You could have stolen some jewelry too.” The princess noted nonchalantly.

Zirin was feeling rather gutsy. “Your necklace might match my dress.”

Azula hummed. “Perhaps as well as that mask matches it.”

“It was the only thing I could find.”

“Naturally.” Azula cooed.

.oOo.

The peasant girl was rather intriguing, Azula had to admit. She wouldn’t give her name or anything about herself. Azula supposed that she wasn’t as dull as she had initially thought. She hadn’t exactly planned on spending her birthday sitting with a peasant under the moonlight and by the pond in her courtyard. She had expected, more or less, what happened every year; a dance or two with a noble and an elaborate dinner followed by opening the opulent gifts her father sought to give her.

This was something else.

This was new.

This was exciting in an almost forbidden way.

The girl prattled on and on about mundane peasant things. She was entirely lucky that she hadn’t tried this conversation with someone else. She would have been arrested in a heartbeat. But somehow, Azula didn’t mind the peasant babble. In fact she rather enjoyed the tall-tale about the milkmaid and the dragon. It must have been a word of the mouth story, because Azula had never read anything like it in the palace library.

She caught the girl peering at the sundial. It was perhaps only a few strokes away from midnight. Azula was feeling rather bold. She took the girl’s face and turned it away from the sundial and towards herself. With only a fleeting moment of hesitation she kissed the girl in the squirrel-toad mask.

“Neat.” The girl remarked.

Azula rolled her eyes. She didn’t know why she had expected a more surprised or perhaps allured reaction.

“You’re drunk.” The girl accused with a sly smirk.

“I had one glass.” Azula assured her. It was a lie. She had at least three. Perhaps her head was a little foggy, but she wasn’t drunk. Not yet anyhow.

“Must have been a damn big glass.” The peasant replied with a barking laugh.

“What makes you say so?”

“You’re out here with me, ‘stead of in there with the rest of the fancy people.”

It was a fair point so she simply shrugged it off. The peasant glanced at the sundial again.

“Looks like it’s time for me to take off.” The girl noted. “Happy birthday, princess.” She offered a clumsy bow and darted out of the garden. Azula wouldn’t give chase, not for a peasant. And besides, the fool had gotten her gown tangled in a branch.

Tore a good piece of it off.

If she could track the Avatar down, she could find a peasant.

#femslashfeb2019 #Avatar #Azula #Zirin #Azula/Zirin #Fanfiction

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Qaara Kagon

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name: Storm Chaser Priestess, Qaara of the Kagon

Reason or Meaning of Name: Title mostly. Infusing her natural aetheric abilities for “storm” magics and she is a trained low tier priestess of the Kagon tribe

Character’s Nickname/Alias: N/A

Reason for Nickname/Alias: N/A

Birth Date: 26th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Physical appearance

Age: 20

How old does he/she appear: Slightly younger, maybe late teens

Weight: 94lb (50kg/7stones)

Height: 4ft 7in (143cm)

Body build: Slender, soft, slightly toned but mostly just gentle curves

Shape of face: Heart, slightly broad forehead but it’s hidden by her bangs

Eye color: soft violet rimmed in glowing soft leven blue limbals

Glasses or contacts: N/A

Skin tone: pale cream

Distinguishing marks: Known: Freckles - light dusting over her cheeks and nose - Freckles - light dusting over her shoulders and back of neck Unknown / Known to a few: Inked in runes along her spine - Blackened left arm covered in moonlight silver markings

Predominant features: Auri Horns

Hair color: Black with deep pink tips

Type of hair: Short, straight

Hairstyle: Semi- asian style cut with straight banks, lazily layered back, long chunks that hang to either side of her face. All the “layerd chunks”, bangs etc are tipped with deep pink.

Voice: Below a whisper, usually slightly raspy if she talks at all these days

Overall Attractiveness: 8/10 (her personal opinion)

Physical Disabilities: Can not actually heal well despite being a priestess - needs open areas to use her full storm magics (i.e large room with a high ceiling or be outside)

Usual Fashion of Dress: Cloth or light leather - usually dyed black - long robes and a mask during daylight - short near nothing attire at night or inside - often doesn’t wear tops if is around other auri or those comfortable with it.

Favorite Outfit: SImple cotton short shorts and nothing else

Jewelry or Accessories: Feathered Owl Mask, black with silver tips - leather cords about her wrists decorated with various rune stones (uses these in place of wand/staff)

Personality

Good Personality Traits: Open to being friendly and open minded upon a first meeting. - Always tries to give people a chance to show their true selves and accept the person for who they are, not what others say they are or expect them to be

Bad Personality Traits: Is sometimes a bit too trusting, is loyal to a fault in that once she trusts you and accepts you as a close friend or more...she can not see a wrong in you even should you commit a great crime. She’ll defend you and give excuses for you to the death!~

Mood Character is Most Often In: Relaxed, cheerful, curious

Sense of Humor: Most things go over her head if they are of a perverted nature but she can laugh at just about anything thrown at her

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Relaxing and watching the night sky change from star filled to a raging storm.

Character’s Greatest Fear: Her darkness being found out and rejected by a person she is most close to

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Losing a loved one should she ever fall in love.

Character Is Most at Ease When: It is night time and raining/storming

Most Ill at Ease When: During the day, high noon, in the desert.

Enraged When: Someone threatens her or her close friends.

Depressed or Sad When: Always a little bit, hiding one’s darkness is….a deeply tiring and emotional toil that goes unseen by nearly everyone.

Life Philosophy: Give people another chance to prove themselves...don’t let a single moment define a person….people CAN change if they have the willpower to do so and are given the chance.

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be: To have just ONE person understand and accept her AND her darkness...no try to change or rid her of it.

Character’s Soft Spot: Injured friends

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?: Very much so.

Greatest Strength: Adaptability

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Emotions

Biggest Regret: Not leaving her tribe’s Kha sooner (she is still a part of the tribe!)

Minor Regret: Keeping most people at a specific distance as far as relationship closeness goes

Biggest Accomplishment: Not succumbing to the curse upon her

Minor Accomplishment: Becoming fairly strong with storm magics

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: None yet..

Character’s Darkest Secret: The reason why her arm is blackened

Does Anyone Else Know?: Yes, one person is slowly learning the secret.

Goals

Drives and Motivations: Survival, making friends, finding one special person

Immediate Goals: Survival

Long Term Goals: Finding someone to stick to through thick or thin

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: She’s just winging it!

How Other Characters Will Be Affected: If she doesn’t get attached...they won’t be? If she does, ho boy get ready for a roller coaster of fun!~

Past

Hometown: Azim Steppes - Kagon Kha

Type of Childhood: Difficult - Shunned my tribes members for being ‘Azim Touched’ - Favored by Elders for darker reasons

Pets: N/A

First Memory: Waking up in the middle of the day, sunburnt and with a black mark about her left middle finger.

Most Important Childhood Memory: Spurring into action her first raging storm

Childhood Hero: N/A

Dream Job: To travel the world alongside someone and dive into the darker aspects of it.

Education: Trained in simple healing magics - Near Master in Storm related magics - Trained in simple weapons and staves as well as long staffs

Religion: Worships Nhaama

Finances: Able to provide for herself but nothing showy

Present

Current Location: Ul’dah possibly or somewhere within Thanalan

Currently Living With: Nobody, sometimes crashes at Crossroads Haven (FC she is a part of)

Pets: N/A

Religion: Worships Nhaama

Occupation: Healer or Mage for hire

Finances: Livable

Family

Siblings: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Spouse: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Children: N/A

Relationship With Them: N/A

Other Important Family Members: N/A

Favorites

Color: Moonlight Silver - Black - Deep Rose Pink

Least Favorite Color: White - Gold

Music: Orchestral

Food: Sweets - Meats - Fruits

Literature: History books - Books on elemental magics

Form of Entertainment: Books - Traveling

Expressions: A soft and inviting smile

Mode of Transportation: Porting Crystals or her own two feet

Most Prized Possession: Owl Mask

Habits

Hobbies: Reading, practicing her magics, daydreaming, wandering

Plays a musical instrument?: Nope, can’t even sing

Plays a sport?: N/A

How he would spend a rainy day?: Walking out in the rain, meditating

Spending Habits: Spends what she needs when she needs but would rather trade as is the custom of her homeland

Smokes: Nope

Drinks: Sometimes, usually a glass of wine or two, socially

Other Drugs: Nope

What does he/she do too much of?: Daydream

What does he/she do too little of?: Train in Healing

Extremely Skilled At: Storm or elemental magics

Extremely Unskilled At: healing magics

Nervous Tics: Will fall silent or remove herself quickly from situations she can not handle

Usual Body Posture: Upright - relaxed - yet ready to act in an instant

Mannerisms: Cheery - Polite - Sociable

Peculiarities: Will randomly greet people in the most random ways, usually mimicking their posture and expressions after stepping up beside them.

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Both - situation depending

Logical or Emotional?: Both - usually logical

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: Chaotic organization

Prefers Working or Relaxing?: Both - understands one must work to be able to truly relax

Confident or Unsure of Themself?: Confident in most things - a few she might second guess on

Animal lover?: Has no opinion - would like a creature but it’d need to be useful in some manner

Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: Like she is not doing enough to be worthwhile

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Lost

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: <”Just a lost kagon searching for her destiny. Trying to make friends and looking for one that stands out, one to follow or stand beside. I just….want one person I do not have to always smile around, who I can relax beside and who is not hateful or….wanting to ‘fix’ me. I am not broke, only lost and searching for my path.”>

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: Social openness

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: Too Secretive

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Her eyes

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Her pale skin

How does the character think others perceive him/her? A bit weird but easy to approach….she hopes

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself? Nothing at the moment.

Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Everyone is a blank canvas waiting to be painted and revealed as a masterpiece!

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: Nope! Though as she becomes ever more mute people might misunderstand?

Person Character Most Hates: N/A

Best friend(s): N/A

Love interest(s): Secret

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Mogoi Qestir

Person Character Feels Responsible For: N/A

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: N/A

Person Character Openly Admires: N/A

Person Character Secretly Admires: Secret

Tagging: @mogoi-xiv @hei-lowell

#need more glams for Qaara #alll da screenies

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