#no idea if cloud is well written i am Not a cloud mun

[reigning-rhapsody]

Bittersweet

Strifesodos, past Gengeal; 2841 words

No TWs

The ear piercing noises of pots and pans and what sounded like now unusable plates briefly silenced the patrons crowding Seventh Heaven and let about everyone in the bar flinch in unison- all but one. Cloud merely quirked up a brow as his head shot towards the kitchen where the newest member of the staff, though it had been months since he’d joined and kept some work away from the ever so eager-to-work Tifa, had been on duty to cook for the evening.

I am, by no means, a great cook, he’d warned them at first, which turned out to be more than true, but his tastebuds didn’t lie, nor did his memory. He could tell what needed more salt and what had to stay cooking on the stove just a bit more until it was at its best, and he knew quite a few recipes for someone that, apparently, was no good as a chef. He wants to evade working any more than just as a bartender, Cloud assumed at first exactly because of that, but as good as the man was when it came to acting, as he had proven quite a few times, what he told was no lie.

Tifa insisted he should try cooking, and Gaia, it was worse than Marlene’s mud-pies from when she was younger. According to Barret, at least, who entered the establishment with a growling belly longing for a meal right as their chef in the making had finished his… attempt. A burnt pot and sore stomachs were the victims in the aftermath of Genesis Rhapsodos’ cooking despite everyone who passed him in the process paying attention to him wearing the glasses he was supposed to have sitting on his nose.

If one wanted to trust the promises given by Tifa, who insisted that teaching her new co-worker how to make some proper dishes was essential, he was a fast learner, and occasionally he even suggested to make a few meals he had memorized. No one knew as to why it was that he had recipes in mind, but no one bothered to ask either. One thing was clear though, the guy sure liked apples.

“Cloud, can you check on him?”, Tifa’s voice rung behind the blond addressed by it, barely able to be heard as the chatter and laughter picked up among the patrons again. She was busy, carrying two trays with food and drinks and a plate on one of her outstretched arms on top of it, so it was understandable she didn’t even wait for an answer and moved to the table that awaited their order. His next delivery would be in about twenty minutes and as slow as he could make himself walk, to evade whatever mess just occurred behind that door a few feet ahead of him would was impossible. Better get it over with quickly.

With a sigh, Cloud turned fully to face the direction of the kitchen and closed the gap that separated him from the door with a few swift steps slipping past filled tables. The blond swung the door open while his unoccupied hand rested in the pocket of his baggy pants. “Hey, the hell-?” He started, cutting himself off as his Mako infused gaze fell upon a kneeling Genesis staring at the floor like he was about to propose to it. Or rather, to the soup on the ground surrounding an upside down pot, porcelain pieces of what once upon a time were bowls circling the romanticized mess like ivory rose petals.

Genesis didn’t look up, nor did he answer, nor did he acknowledge Cloud and pretended the delivery boy wasn’t even present. He picked up the shattered vessels meant for the customers to eat what he begrudgingly prepared out of, seemingly doing his utmost to keep his eyes averted, or fully hidden to begin with.

Cloud narrowed his eyes and stepped forward so the door could fall shut behind him, swaying in and out of the room a few more times and allowing whatever curious mind sat in the much busier space of Seventh Heaven to catch a last glimpse of the scene playing out in the no-customer space, although who was sunken on the ground being covered by Cloud standing in front of him. He approached Genesis, both hands now in the confided space of his roomy pockets as he simply stared down at who he usually had to crane his head back for to make eye contact. Seeing someone who held himself so highly on the floor picking up shards with his own hands, it was amusing in a slightly sadistic way to say the least.

He knew that speaking up would only end in a discussion, then an argument and then a passive aggressive verbal fight that could break out into something physical at any given second. At least it sounded like that, anyway, but if it was the truth stood in the stars since the pair usually got interrupted when they got into another of their near daily banters. So he kept quiet and stayed put until the slender ginger would say the first word. And so he eventually did, pausing his task to exhale a defeated sigh and with what was left of his pride for the day.

And yet, he didn’t look up. “Not. A word.”, Genesis punctuated with a clearly irritated voice and Cloud just replied with an entertained huff. “Need help?”

“No.” “Uh-huh.” He didn’t have the time to put up with the mage’s stubbornness and crouched down, reaching out to grab the pot whilst his eyes remained on the culprit of the ruined meal. Finally eye-to-eye, Cloud noticed the missing black frame supposed to reach behind Genesis’ ears, “So, let me guess…”, the younger man started, turning the pot around and holding it by the handles, “You knocked this all over because you’re not wearing the glasses?”

That earned him a venomous glare, but an exposed one. Unlike Genesis’, his own vision was just fine, and thus not spotting the black supposed to be added to the color scheme around his face wasn’t just an illusion. “I don’t need them,”, the redhead barked back, “As I’ve told you before. You all are being dramatic over nothing at all.”

Hearing him out of all people judging what crosses the line of being too dramatic made Cloud snort and shake his head at how ridiculous that was, much to the wannabe-cook’s further annoyance. They locked eyes, three triplets and one glassy, milky-white outcast cataract.

The cracks scarring the porcelain skin roped themselves from his left eye over the same side of his cheek, shimmering through the applied makeup that attempted to hide them in vain as it had been vanishing with the sweat glistening on the man’s face from standing in a hot kitchen for hours on. Like veins dotted with thorns, they reached down his neck, reaching over the visible parts of his equally pale chest that was exposed due to the button up Genesis wore being partially undone. He could only guess how much of his body they tainted. They are what caused that vision problems too, as he’d been told by Genesis.

“I know I’m just mesmerizing, but make yourself useful if you refuse to let me handle this on my own.” An arrogant voice pierced Cloud’s zoned out thoughts and he blinked himself back into reality, not having the best experiences with anything piercing him. If it wouldn’t have been a vocal trigger that brought him back though, it would’ve been the smell of something burning.

“Agh- shit!” Genesis cursed under his breath and got on his feet again, groaning at his aching legs that fell asleep staying in the same uncomfortable position for some time. Cloud followed and watched the man place down the pieces of the bowls he’d already picked up next to the stove where a pancake was smelling like the victims of his flames- although it wasn’t on purpose for once.

Another swear muttered as he turned off the heat, or at least what Cloud assumed to be one since it was spoken in the ginger’s native language, and grabbed a spatula that rested on the workspace to his right to try and scratch the pitch blackness off the bottom of the pan. After some hard work was put into saving what could be saved, or what he hoped to save at least, that being the pan, Genesis put the inedible dessert on a nearby plate flipped over.

Both pairs of eyes in the room stared at it in silence, Cloud approaching with caution like what was sitting there was a Behemoth about to jump up and eat both of them whole whilst minding the puddle of broth, veggies and meat on the floor. He then stood next to the creator of the ‘food’ and stared it down. Roasted darker than his outfit, the smell was absolutely unappetizing and nothing looked appealing about it at all. It even took he blond a bit to figure out that there were apple slices mixed into the darkness, swallowed by it like stars during a cloudy night sky.

“Well… not that it was satisfactory, anyway.” Genesis admitted in defeat, much to Cloud’s surprise, although his ego must have been knocked down a few from their earlier confrontation. He might even go as far and claim he saw the slightest, embarrassed blush tinting the ex-SOLDIER’s pale cheeks, though mentioning it would only result in more than just a pancake ending up scorched.

“How the hell did you survive this long?”, Cloud asked with a wrinkled nose.”

“Thank you for your, as always, comforting words.”

“And what do you want me to say?”

“Nothing. It’s-”, Genesis took a deep breath, tightening his ponytail by dividing it into two strings in his hands and pulling, “There was never a need for me to learn how to cook. As a child, we had someone that cooked for us, and when I went to Midgar I first lived off of cafeteria food.. which I, eventually, resented and blatantly refused to eat. Then it was takeout, mostly, and once we became firsts we got an apartment together, so I had Angeal cooking for me.”

The drop of his name briefly silenced Genesis who still had his leer cast upon the failed attempt of a pancake. His lips thinned and he swallowed dryly, hands placed flat on the surface of the workspace. He exhaled a breath through his nose and his shoulders twitched weakly in a half-chuckle. “‘You’ll stay out of the kitchen when I’m cooking. You’re banned from the stove, Gen.’”, Genesis mocked a deeper voice to the best of his abilities, a bittersweet smile curling on his lips, “Sugar sweet, no? I never needed to learn how to make anything for myself. It was a thing I had done for me, and people never minded, either.”

“Not that that would have gotten me to start learning.” He added after another few seconds filled with nothing but the mechanical whirring of the fridge a few feet away from them. “Angeal, he uh… He loved cooking, but baking even more. The pie he made was to kill for, and whenever he made it, I would sit there and watch. Talk to him, sometimes even help. Providing he let me, that is.”

Finally, he looked up again and turned his head to look at the other swordsman. “No matter what I will make, it won’t live up to what he did.”, his head then hung low once more, “Nor would it satisfy him.” The normally so confident and boasting voice, teasing and preaching highly poetic metaphors nobody but him understood, grew lower in volume, quieter with every word vocalized and brought to live by it, although it sounded dead, unenthusiastic. It wasn’t a voice that fit Genesis.

“Or me.” His hands visibly gripped the edges of the big table harder, like he was trying to ground himself so he wouldn’t fall into a void that existed to eat him up from the inside, fill him with the worst of what life had to offer. His eyes fell shut, knuckles turning white and his fingers shook ever so slightly until he straightened his posture to one that equaled that of a candle and let out a shaky breath between agape lips, mismatching eyes fluttering open again. “I should clean this up now. Don’t you have a delivery to fulfill, hm?” Genesis ushered, his intent to get Cloud out and not show any more weakness than what just occurred beyond noticeable. It went under his skin, let the hair on the back of his neck rise and spread goosebumps across his arms.

It was… so damn depressing to witness.

“Ah. Ah- yeah, right.” Cloud reminded himself and reaches for the PHS in his pocket, flipping it open to check the time. He had a few more minutes. Watching Genesis move to a cabinet where a few kitchen towels were stored from the corner of his eye, the blond warrior pocketed his phone again, ran a hand through his artfully spiked hair, took a deep breath that let his chest puff out, counted his blessings and took off a glove with his teeth to grab the round little mistake sprawled out on the plate. Leather glove dropped in his lowered hand once it returned from brushing back the sunny mess on his head, he made sure the golden-brown side was the one facing the floor and placed it against his lips. He swallowed, opened his mouth and took a generous bite.

The first few times of chewing were experimental, eyebrows knitted together and eyes nearly pinched shut, though he discovered that keeping the part which wasn’t tainted by the lord of the Underworld and all evil himself judging by the pitch blackness trademarking it did make it a lot more bearable. Whenever some of the burnt bit brushed over his tongue he just gave it his best to swallow that piece, his tastebuds welcoming the sweet flavor of the apples dancing over it whenever he was lucky to have some in his mouth the more bites he took.

Two down, about two or another three to go. It wouldn’t be a chore to eat it if it weren’t for the burnt side, he had to admit, so Tifa wasn’t lying when she said he improved and was indeed a fast learner.

“You’re insane, Strife.”

Cloud nearly choked on the load of pancake occupying his mouth the moment Genesis caught him forcing down the food. He cleared his throat and properly swallowed what was left on his tongue. He ‘tch’ed, glaring at the dessert like it was his worst enemy. “I didn’t eat anything yet today’s all. Don’t want Tifa to get on my ass for not eating again.” “And how would she know?” “She… just does- you should be glad I’m making what she’ll say to you less worse.” The sunny haired man silenced himself by ripping another huge piece out off the pancake, so much it only left one last bite instead of a possible three. Although his angles eyebrows raised into a less hostile expression when he saw the slightest bit of a smile growing on the auburnet’s plush cherry lips. He stopped chewing for just a moment, taking in- no, admiring what he did by refusing to let someone sulk and keep self loathing. “Get out, or I’ll tell Tifa all of what just occurred was your and only your fault.”

Cloud playfully rolled his eyes, though did as told and moved towards the door, no intentions of a further exchange made- not on his side, at least. “Oh, also-”, he was stopped by Genesis speaking up once more, coming to an abrupt halt and half turning around, “You should pay me a visit when I am on cooking duty again sometime, maybe I have more blissfully tasting food for you to devour.”

Cloud snorted, “No promises.”

“Don’t you speak to me with a full mouth, learn some manners.”, Genesis retorted with a playful hum before truly dismissing the other with a flamboyant wave of the hand that didn’t hold a soup-soaked towel.

This time truly exiting, Cloud pushed the last small bite of the pancake into his mouth and chewed with stuffed cheeks, hands returning to his pockets as he eyed the bar counter where the delivery was stored. Forcing down the rest of the half-bitter-half-sweet mistake, he glanced over his shoulder one last time to see Tifa hurriedly moving into the kitchen. He exhaled in amusement at the distant chatter coming from behind the door swaying door before it fell shut completely and blocked out the conversation though. Cloud moved behind the bar to crouch down and grab the package that needed to be driven to Junon and set on his way out of the warm and cozy confinement to let the cold air hit him full on.

Genesis sounded more like himself again, he noted.

#book of scintillation | writing #savior's sickness | cloud strife #and in the end all that kept me sane was you | strifesodos #I FINALLY GAVE THEM A TAG #not my proudest but it works #no idea if cloud is well written i am Not a cloud mun #forgive me cloud muns that read this #but STRIFESODOS!!!! #they live in my brain my fucking god #recalcitrant redemption | sideverse #burning passion | shipping #strifesodos #genesis rhapsodos #cloud strife

[star-crossedfidelity]

Juliet’s Story - I’m Sorry, My Love

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Mun!Yuki: HOO BOY! HELLO EVERYBODY!!! IT’S BEEN A WHILE!!! So uh... I have finally finished this after about two months? This one is actually going to be a bittersweet one.

So um... Lind/Milady (formerly known as @/first-blood-moon) has silently left the fandom, and while I didn’t get a reply regarding the relationship between Juliet and Thomas, I think it would be for the best from them to break up.

Not just for angst reasons, but I think it would help Juliet grow as well in her own development as a character.

Sometimes, good things must come to an end. It’s something we’ve all experienced and have to go on with our lives doing. It’s a frustrating thing but it’s not exactly a bad thing. It’s an experience.

So I decided to write this as a proper way of transitioning from one chapter of Juliet’s life to another.

There is also an extra bit in the end, so please do stick around to the very end!

To help set the mood for this rollercoaster: Please do listen to this track while reading this.

I hope you guys enjoy as well as I did writing this.

~

He wasn’t responding back to my letters.

He made me promise to not look for him or follow him, but he also promised to send me letters.

Something must’ve happened to him.

I’m sorry, My love; But I’m going to find you.

In the middle of the night, once everyone was asleep, I grabbed the things I packed in advance to leave through my bedroom window. I live on the first floor while my parents live in the second floor with Leon.

Before I leave, I placed a sealed envelope on my desk.

A gut-wrenching feeling hit my stomach; To think I would leave behind the family I loved most in this world...

But for him, I...

‘I’m sorry, Mother, Father, Leon.’

I open up the window and jumped out before closing the window close as carefully as I could before getting prepared to leave.

I take one last look back to the house, before letting out a shaky sigh.

‘Goodbye...’

... That was what I hoped it could’ve been.

Before I could go further ahead, I stopped at a familiar figure in front of me, “Leon...”

Leon, my little brother whom I grew up alongside with all of my life, blocking my way.

He wasn’t looking at me with his usually gentle, understanding eyes. He looked stern and grounded. A look he only had when he is determined to a point nothing can change his mind.

‘My little brother.. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be..’

“... Go back inside, Leon.” I commanded, staring down at him; However, he showed no signs of backing down. “You’re going to go look for him... aren’t you?” He questioned. I can only be silent. But like that even mattered. He knows me well enough as I know him better than himself. “Sis, please, this needs to stop. You must snap out of it.” Leon pleaded. But like him, I showed no signs of submitting either, ”Snap out of what? You’re spouting nonsense. I won’t go back. He’s in trouble, and he needs me-“

“Sis, He hasn’t written to you for two month!” Leon’s voice rose, “There has been no word of where he could’ve gone! Not even the letters he sent to you were enough to pick up where he could be! How can you find him when you don’t even know where to look first?!” With every word he spoke, my irritation grew alongside my frustration. ‘He’s spouting nonsense again... Why was I wasting my time talking with him? My beloved needs me..!’

“Sis, listen to me-!!”

“ENOUGH!”

I growled and grabbed his collar before pulling him towards me, “You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about! You’re the one that needs to listen and to snap out of it! Tom and I are still in love! He wouldn’t just stop writing to me without a good reason! That means something must’ve happened! And all you’re doing is wasting the time I could be using to find him by spouting nonsense! He NEEDS me! Just as much as I need him! I’m not like you and that blue-haired bastard, We have no problems with our relationship unlike you two!!!”

In my heart, I knew I have hurt Leon’s feeling with my words. But my mind was clouded with rage and impatience to find my beloved that I couldn’t even feel the painful guilt from seeing the shocked, hurtful look upon Leon’s face.

And just as I was about to pull my hand away, I felt Leon’s hand gripping at the wrist of the hand I’ve grabbed his collar with. I looked at his hand in confusion before looking up to see his face was no longer shocked and hurt. While he did look pained, he had fiery determination in his eyes. “If he needed you, he would’ve asked you to come along with him!!!”

I gasped at his words.

Who is this?

Who am I speaking to right now?

Leon? Or Leo?

Leon would never say such words to me, or anyone in general; But Leo wouldn’t care if I left as he would be the first to celebrate.

So.. who is this in control?

“You’ve been like this with everyone! Denying the truth when it is right there! Whenever someone speaks up about it, you’re always looking for a fight! This isn’t healthy! At least Isaiah and I were able to work things out! Just because you two never had problems doesn’t mean your relationship was never going to end! That’s reality! Of all people, you should know that better than anyone! I’m not trying to stop you because I want to get in your way! I’m trying to stop you because I want to help you the same way you helped me! It’s time to accept the truth! And if you won’t face it, then I’ll just say it to you so you can finally understand!”

I gritted my teeth and growled, “Shut up...”

“He’s gone!”

I feel my body shaking from the rage bottling up within me, “Take that back...!”

“It’s over between you two!”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, LEON!!!” I yelled at him, balling my free hand up in a fist.

“HE’S NOT COMING BACK, JULIET!!!”

My eyes were clouded with the color red and I was about to throw my fist into a punch until...

“Hic..! Sis...!”

A memory...

A memory of little Leon, bruised up and crying on the ground, trembling and helpless.

From the memory flashing in my mind, I blinked and was brought back into reality, immediately stopping my fist right in front of Leon.

I looked in shock as I saw that tears were running down Leon’s face. He looked as if he was bracing himself for the impact yet he flinched and trembled with his eyes were shut. He looked scared, yet somehow prepared.

It was that moment, I realized what I was doing.

I loosen my grip, resulting Leon loosing his own grip on my wrist, and looked down at both of my hands. I sensed Leon’s eyes were open and looking at me as I stared down at my own trembling hands. “What.. What the hell was I doing...?” I questioned myself.

‘I was about to punch Leon... my sweet, kind brother that I swore to protect from any harm since we were little...’ I thought to myself, ‘But these hands... I was about to hit him... and I hurt him with my own words...’

As I stared down to my hands, droplets fell upon the palms. I blinked in confusion and realized... these were my tears.

“Leon...” I tried to speak as the realization made it hard for me to breathe, “I-I... I’m so sorry...”

I felt warm arms embracing me, and heard my brother’s whispers of reassurance. “It’s okay... I’m here with you... It’s just me.. You can let it out... You’re human too... You don’t have to prove yourself anymore, Sis...”

‘He forgives me... but could I really forgive myself for what I was about to do...?’

I couldn’t look up at him, but I knew he was crying alongside with me. This is the first time we’ve ever fought with one another.

‘I’m a selfish woman.. I’m cruel.. I’m ruthless.. I’ve been very open and proud of those things about me... I’m Juliet Marie Mukami.’

I slowly wrap my arms around Leon, holding him tightly as we both slowly fell to the ground.

‘But just for tonight... just let me be a girl suffering a broken heart...’

“Hic... hic...! Aaaaaaaahhhh....!!”

I couldn’t help but cry out all the grief, pain, and anxiety that swelled up within me into Leon’s chest.

I used to think that love besides familial was a illogical and useless thing to feel. But when I found it, I changed. For the better. And yet... if this was how it was meant to be, I... A part of me wished I never met him... But another part of me was happy to have fallen in love with him...

My memories with him filled up in my mind as I poured my heart out from the tears flowing from my eyes. The day we met, the day he approached me in wanting to be my friend, the day I confessed to him, the day he gave me the necklace, returned my feeling, and shared our first kiss, the day we went on our first date together...

I miss him...

I miss my Thomas...

I suppose this really is goodbye...

I’m sorry, my love....

~

It has been about three years since his disappearance... since our love story came to its end. We tried to make it work... But the distance grew wider and before I knew it, the letters came to a complete stop. Just as Leon said. I became delusional, waiting for his return; I even tried to follow him, prepared to leave everything behind; But Leon stopped me and opened my eyes to the truth:

He was never coming back.

While I was delusional, I coped by studying to get back into school. My school of choice being Ryoutei Academy in hopes he would come back to see I’ve become a better woman than ever before; Even after accepting the breakup, I was too far into my studying to go back. As a result, I got into the academy with flying colors and even became the new Student council President for my second year. I maintained my usual dominant, sadistic nature, I’ve toned down my need to fight to prove my dominance. Since then, I’ve been working on improving myself with this new position, which has surprisingly earned me the respect of others. I’m no longer known as the delinquent girl that would violently beat up others with my book; Rather, I’m the authoritative Student council President that will not tolerate any insubordination that will cause hindrance to the students.

“President, I just received word that the rest of the new student council members have all arrived in the student council room!” The Vice-president of the student council informed me as she spotted me coming out of the library, checking out a new book. “Thank you, Suwabe.” Suwabe is a third year that was also part of the student council when I was a first year; However, I was chosen as President for my second year due to, not only the former president finding me a suitable successor, but also from Suwabe willingly choosing to take the position of Vice-President. She is a good upperclassman to have, as she doesn’t belittle my vast knowledge; Apparently, it made things easier for her that I already knew everything so that it would save her the trouble of having to explain it. Quite a strange one. But not a bad one.

“Willing to make a bet?” She questioned with a kind smile on her face. I only continued to look forward as we walked and replied, “When will you cease this kind of nonsense? I already told you I’m never going to be interested in anybody. Love-“

“-is an unnecessary feeling to have.” Suwabe giggles softly after she finished of my sentence. Suwabe was different from the other girls here who would gossip about dating and material stuff. If anything, Suwabe loves to observe interesting events unfold and making bets on unpredictable futures which I have been guilty of taking part in; Like me, she is extremely observant and can predict a person’s move as well as I can. I guess that’s why I tolerate her better than anyone else here. She’s entertaining.

“The future is an unpredictable thing; I will bet you will fall in love during your term as Student council President; But you are free to bet that you will not fall in love during your term. You know I’m doing this as a form of entertainment for us both.” She explained. “Is there a reason you want to bet on this now? Whenever you make bets about my love life, you always voted I won’t fall in love with even the former members of the council. What make you decide to bet on the opposite side?” I questioned. In response to that, Suwabe’s smile turns into a smirk, “Because you’re entertaining to observe. From a rebellious delinquent to a respectable model student. Also, your younger brother is coming here as a first-year and you two are close, correct? If that’s the case, I’m pretty sure this year will become fun to observe.”

I glance at it and smirk back, “I suppose it would be a good change of pace for this school year. I won’t deny the fact that your eccentric nature is certainly something I’m going to miss once you graduate; Perhaps I should take advantage of this chance while we still have it.”

“Hahaha! Now that’s more like it! I knew you wouldn’t be able to refuse! You just know how to lit the fire within this gambler’s heart!” Suwabe laughs. Now I’m convinced that when my third year starts, I’m going to die of boredom without having this damn fool around.

We reached to the student council room, and, just as Suwabe said, everyone was seated; Especially the new ones. I see one face that looked rather familiar somewhere. A boy. One of the new first years perhaps? But I mentally shook my head and shrugged it off. If he’s somehow familiar, then he must be a friend of Leon’s that I just don’t remember.

“I see that everyone is present here,” I said as I looked around the room with my arms crossed, “Not bad.”

Suwabe goes to her usual seat before winking at me as a reminder of our little bet. In my mind, I simply rolled my eyes. She won’t be around long, so to humor her a little is the least I can do for keeping me entertained for this long since the beginning of my first year here.

I went back to being the icy, cruel-hearted girl I’ve always been. A woman that found love to be unnecessary.

But that’s okay... I’ve accepted the truth and will move on with my life.

I suppose that was one of the things that caught Suwabe’s attention in the first place. And that’s also why she recommended me to the former Student Council President as their successor. Someone that wasn’t swayed by unnecessary things, that can be trusted with enforcing the rules, and a reputation that can make the disobedient kneel and obey.

I just happened to be the right person for the job.

I have had about one or two men that have tried to confess, but I’ve shot them both down with a blunt “No”. It wasn’t anything personal. Everyone knows I never sugarcoat my words, and things like love became unnecessary. Thus, I’m highly unapproachable when it comes to stuff like that.

“My name is Mukami Juliet. I am a second year from Class 2-A.” I began, “I am also the new Student Council President from now on, so listen very carefully.”

Even if I never smile his smile again..

Even if I somehow love another or not...

Somewhere in my frozen heart, remains fragments of my love for him.

“Do not disappoint me as members of the student council, or you will be punished; That is your only warning.”

Forever and always.

~ END~

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Special chapter:

~ Leon’s Special POV ~

I have been waiting for this day to come.

I finally get to attend school with Sis.

It has been about three years since our first fight.

But we’ve both grown in our own way.

She is more well-respected now, now that she is facing the truth instead of using violence to get her way.

I have overcome my fears and accepted my inner demons, becoming whole once again instead of running away from it all.

We agreed not to talk about what happened and act as if nothing happened.

It’s just better that way.

“Hey Leon!!!”

‘Wait, that voice..!’

Before I could finish that thought, I feel an arm around my shoulder and met with a familiar face.

Reddish pink hair, dark violet eyes, a boyish grin that you can identify from a mile away... There was no mistake about it!

“Shiki! You made it!” I smiled back, giving him a side hug.

Igarashi Shiki.

He’s been my best friend ever since elementary school.

He was always encouraging me and defended me from bullies.

We were always inseparable; Except during middle school, he had to train in order to become an idol. So we often texted each other.

However, once he told me he was also attending Ryoutei Academy and was in the same class as me, We could hardly wait.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, man. We need to make up for lost time!” Shiki laughed, “How have you been? I see you’ve grown out your hair pretty long now, huh?”

It’s true. Ever since my personality merged and I became one with Leo, I decided to take the first step in letting my hair grow out. Now it’s at my waist. I’m satisfied with how it looks.

“I’ve been good, excited even,” I look up at the night sky with a smile, “You’re here. My sister’s here. Life is good right now.”

“Wait.. Julie is here too?”

I turned to see Shiki’s face in surprise.

“Yeah, she’s the new student council president now. She cleaned up from being delinquent and...”

... Wait a minute.

“... You still like her.”

Shiki looked down with a sad smile and removes his arm around me, “You catch on pretty quick...” He places a hand behind his neck awkwardly.

I sighed, feeling bad from what I’ve just done.

Shiki... has always had unrequited feelings for Sis.

One day, when we were still kids, we were cornered by bullies who were older than us; But when Shiki was about to engage in a fight with them, Sis appeared and beaten them all up with her book. Almost killing them.

But despite the fact that incident almost lead her to a juvenile center, Shiki developed a crush on her right then and there.

... Actually, no. He fell in love with her.

But he didn’t want to neglect me as his friend either. So whenever Sis is in the same room as us, Shiki took any moment he can get just by looking at her.

But that all changed when she met Thomas.

Her ex.

At first, Shiki was immensely jealous. How did someone like him catch Sis’s attention?

But then when he saw how happy Sis looked with him, Shiki saw no chance in even competing for her affections and cried to me when he found out she liked Thomas back.

I think that was what lead him to become an idol.

I mean, he always thought he would make a good idol from Uncle Kou; But he never seemed like he would actually do it due to the strict rules with “No love” and such.

But after that, he ended up going for it and ended up genuinely loving his job.

But what if...

“Sis is single right now.”

Shiki raises his head and grabbed my shoulder firmly with a serious look on his face, “No way! Wasn’t she with..?!”

I smiled sadly, “She was... But three years ago, he disappeared and stopped writing letters to her... She almost ran away and-“

“Was that when you called me...? When you were crying about how you and Juliet had your guys’ first fight? That’s what that was about?” Shiki questioned, I could only respond as a nod, “Holy shit...” He added, removing his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.. If I had known you still had feelings for her sooner, I would’ve-“

“Holy shit...!” I see the look upon Shiki’s face slowly glowing in pure happiness as he laughs with his hands on his head whole-heartedly, “Hahaha!!! This is... This means I still have a chance!” He pumps a fist in the air and looks like he was about to burst into tears.

Has he been holding onto those feelings after all these years?

“But you’re an idol now, right?” I blurted out, “Even if you were successful, wouldn’t you end up getting in trouble?”

Shiki turned around to me and grinned, “Leon, I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment. I’ll find a way to continue my work as an idol and make Julie happy!”

The moment I realize he was running, I shout out, “Hey! Where are you going?!”

Shiki turns to me and winks, “Didn’t I tell ya?! I’m part of the Student Council too! I’ll see you later, Leon!!!” And he left.

I just stood alone in disbelief and confusion.

Only a couple moments later was when I was able to say the only I could think of from these turn of events.

.

.

.

“HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!!!!!!”

~ END ~

#juliet mukami #leon mukami #yuki’s writing

[shinrasfirst]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant to the main story?  YES / NO. (I mean? I’m not sure? I hope he will be more important, but as it is, he could have been cut out of Part 1 of the remake.)

Were they relevant to the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (Except that he kinda saved him.. I can’t answer these questions, I am so biased.)

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. (?)

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. Depends on who you ask, I’d say!

How strictly do you follow canon?

There isn’t much canon to go on, first of all. I am taking what I can get and expand on it. There’s probably some stuff about him that I don’t know, because I am notoriously bad at researching things properly, and also I forget stuff. So.. he’s canon-based as much as possible, but then majorly fleshed out by my own ideas because otherwise he’d be a very two-dimensional character.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.

He’s wild and fun and crazy and could make for some interesting threads---

He is actually compatible with a lot of muses because he technically works for Shinra, but then doesn’t seem to give a lot of fucks about his employment status, meaning he can also work with the other side without me having to change his setting much.

He’s gorgeous. Look at him.

He is flirty and easy to smut with.

He has a completely unknown backstory that could be explored c;

Did you see that ass?

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  

He’s a bit nuts. If you’re looking for a predictable, soft, sweet romance or friendship, he is not your guy.

He'll probably die young. And there shall be angst and pain.

I’ve seen some people really reduce him to a maniac to lives on the road to attack random people. If that’s your idea of Roche then I am sure you wouldn’t be looking for threads with him~

He is tough to write love/romance with. Like proper romance.

He has a completely unknown backstory.. so my version might differ greatly from what you have in mind.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  

I played the Remake and driving on those motorcycles was insane but kind of fun - and then shows up this guy who just drove right into my heart as soon as he popped up on the screen, laughing like a mediocre villain from YuGiOh. I thought that was all it was going to be, but I was thrilled to see that it wasn’t. I just love this character. I rewatched his fight scenes with Cloud a hundred times. He is so.. peculiar. I just couldn’t stop thinking about him, and then I saw a bit more of him on tumblr, fanarts and such, and I wanted to give it a shot :)

What keeps your inspiration going? 

New headcanons about him that pop into my head. Finding other people who love him and talking to them & rping with them! Like with all muses, I tend to love them even more the longer I play them, compared to when I start out, because new stories around them develop, I get a clearer image of their character and backstory in my head, and new plans for their future :) On a more to-the-point level: quotes, poems, music, images, all those things give me inspiration. Also similar characters in other media, or stories that fit Roche and that I can recycle and reform into part of his.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. According to whom? I am alright with the way I write him, or I’d be doing it differently. Would Square Enix think I am doing a good job? Idk. Do other Roche rpers think I am? Idk. Does it matter? As long as there are people who enjoy writing with my version of him, I am doing my job, I think :) There are Roche portrayals I find “better” than mine in some ways, more developed, but I don’t really compare myself in that way. 

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO.  

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. Yes and now because while I stand to the way I write all my muses, Roche in particular is one I haven’t fully developed yet. There are things about his story I am still unsure about or have no clear ideas for yet. So, I’m not feeling insecure when I write him, but I am not overly confident in throwing him in any situation, because something might come up that’ll require me to think harder that I’d have to while playing.. e.g. Rufus.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. I’m no Rowling, I’m no Tolkien, I know that. But I think my writing is alright. I try to put some internal thoughts in my replies, describe the scene abit, offer some dialogue if applicable, and move the action forward. I am not writing a book here, I am writing something interactive, so my partner is my main concern aside from telling the story. I do feel like I’m doing an okay job at that, so in that sense I am confident in my writing.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. I’m not entirely sure what this is referring to, but generally I’d say no. I can deal with most topics, it’s pretty hard to offend me, I’m open to most things, and there are very few issues I feel like they can’t be solve with just talking about them.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

It depends? I almost never get constructive criticism. What I absolutely accept is things like.. someone correcting mistakes I’ve made in terms of timelines or canon facts, because I am lazy by default and tend to not research something well and just wing it. So it might be that I’ll put some fake news into my threads that I have no problem with if someone corrects - actually, please do, I’ll gladly fix it. (Especially if they’re relevant to your muse.)

If someone dislikes a headcanon of mine or something that is particular to my portrayal of Roche, that’s really not something I aspire to change. I have my ideas of him and everyone else has their own. If a friend came to me and told me a certain headcanon of mine makes no sense because of the canon storyline or whatever, and it sounded valid to me, I’d consider that. That wouldn’t offend me. If someone just told me they dislike an idea I had, that is the kind of criticism I don’t really accept. That’s not criticism to me, that is a personal opinion that we disagree on. It’s not my problem if someone dislikes my portrayal, they don’t have to interact with it. I take no offense in that, unless it’s reported to me in a rude manner.

With regard to my writing? I don’t ask for criticism and I don’t really want it either. I know what areas I have to work on in order to improve, I don’t need anyone to give me pointers there. I have enough of that in my academic papers at university ;) This is a hobby, so I’m trying to have a good time and good plays with others, I’m not trying to win any awards. However, if I post a reply my partners aren’t sure how to work with (e.g. they need more dialogue, or more action) I am absolutely willing to edit it, no problem. Also, not just on tumblr/in the RPC but in general, people are really really REALLY bad at giving constructive criticism. It never ceases to amaze me how much people suck at that. Like I said, I don’t get offended easily, but it makes me laugh sometimes (e.g. after presentations at uni) how horrible the feedback comes across sometimes. And then everyone gets butthurt and I once again marvel at the fact that no lecturer ever gives advice on how to give good feeback. (I guess because a lot of lecturers can’t do it either.)

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  

Absolutely! It helps a lot. Sometimes it’s a real challenge, but those are necessary and very welcome while developing a character. Other people often think of things I didn’t even consider, so I welcome it when they come into my askbox with these questions :)

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? 

Maybe? If it was a friend or an rp partner, I’d hear them out for sure. If it was someone I don’t even write with.. maybe not. Like, what’s the point? Clearly I made up my mind about it, so why would you come to me to inform me that you see it differently? Go right ahead, neither one of us writes these games, so both our versions are equally right or wrong. If it’s about something that could lead to an interesting discussion, though? I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

I'd say some people like chocolate ice cream and some like vanilla. That’s okay. I’m not trying to please everyone on tumblr, I’m here to write what I want to write and if just one other person likes my portrayal, that can be enough for me :) If someone dislikes my portrayal, they’re free not to interact with me.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  

I’ve written more characters that were absolutely despised by a good chunk of the fandoms I was in, than characters who were loved, I think. I couldn’t care less. If someone hates Roche - or any of my muses - that’s their thing and has nothing to do with me. As long as they don’t feel the need to inform me about it or send me hate over it, what’s it to me? I don’t need people to like my favorite characters, it has no influence on how I feel.

But also.. why would you hate Roche? Look at him, he’s amazing :D

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  

Sure. English isn’t my first language, I’m sure I make mistakes all the time. I’m not embarrassed by that, everyone makes mistakes, even people whose first language is English. That being said, don’t go weeding through my posts looking for mistakes, because I won’t go back and fix them in most cases, so it’s really a waste of time~

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

I think so. I’m pretty relaxed most of the time, and I try to be polite and kind in any situation that comes up. I don’t get offended unless you’re accusing me of something I didn’t do, twist my words, insult my friends, or act like a total brat. Before I start a war with someone, I’ll usually withdraw myself from the situation. I am pro-unfollowing/blocking if I dislike someone. I would never send anon hate or write a call out. I’m not here for that. I think we should all try to be kinder than we feel, we should all show respect for others and tolerate differences, and we should try to treat people the way we want to be treated. Live and let live.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by:  stole it. Tagging: anyone who’d like!

#( out of mako. ) #( m: roche. )

[canon-anon-roomba]

•Getting to know the mun•

NAME: Anon (not really of course but I ain't sayin' nothin)

NICKNAME: :3 Whatever ya wanna call me XD

FACECLAIM: I don't really have one?? I mean, Anon is a seperate character but I use his drawings to express myself sometimes xD

PRONOUNS: She/her they/them

HEIGHT: 5"5 (167~cm)

BIRTHDAY: Spring time yee

AESTHETIC: Thunderstorms, pastel colors, skeletons(like Jack Skellington mind you) Waterfalls, sunrises, summer showers, dark clouds over a yellow/red/purple sky. (I'll be honest idk how this works xD)

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Piano man by Billy Joel, that song gives me absoloute chills everytime, the piano is amazing and the vocals shdjsjsj

FAVORITE MUSE(S) YOU'VE WRITTEN:

Well, I've only written Anon so far on here, and he's def my fave :)

*GETTING TO KNOW THE ACCOUNT*

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON THIS MUSE:

A series of unfortunate events! It was all very made on impulse and inspiration. It all started when a drunk starscream wanted broccoli, so I decided to just throw a plate at them on anon. I think the mun found it funny, so I went again on anon sayin' chef bot anon is always available.

Then I made an actual character out of that with the mindset: Chef anon has upgraded to Chef BOT anon!

So that's where the name Anon came from. And believe me, Anon was wildly different than to what he was now. At the start he looked like this:

He's come a far way haha! At the start he really was just a robot, responding to things through his coding.

Then I gave him feelings XD.

And honestly I frickin love Anon! His world and family that has been built up around him is so cool I love it!

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS ABOUT YOUR CURRENT MUSE:

He's an absoloute sweetheart, his love for his brother is so big. He's kind, but is not afraid to call out others on their bs. He's just a cinnamon roll with a very dark interior lmao, he's had it bad since day one, but is still so upbeat!(on the outside at least xD)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING:

Angsty ideas that I come up with randomly, SONGS, headcanons from and with others.

Mostly angsty headcanons set me on a roll though.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREAD:

Angsty ones, someone dying? PERFECT let's see 'em break. >;D

Crying, misuse of trust, betrayal, or long time no see, wounded in battle, untold things, all that shebang :3

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE:

Not making him depressed XD. I just keep wanting to break Anon... Pretty sure he'd nerf me on sight if he ever met me irl. I am literally known as the angst lord cause I angst everything up.

I try not to, but it's hard, heh.

tagged by: @the-perfect-scientist (thank you! :))

tagging: @ask-drunk-supernova @snows-in-the-breeze @bastardtrashdoctor @anyoneelsewhowants

#munday #mun speaks #chef bot anon #this was fun!

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bondedtrauma for the url opinion thingy!

send URL for opinion. always open.

MY OPINION ON ;

character in general / how the play them : they’re ocs . & i have to be honest , i don’t QUITE fully have a grasp on either of them yet cause i KNOW how OCs work - i have plenty myself . we would have to talk more about them & i would have to scour far & wide to get ALL the information on them ( like a literal biography that’s just .... the size of a thesis paper - so like maybe 20 pages at least ) . 

because of this , i have to mix these two answers together ! i think that is only reasonable given the time ? granted , i do think that they CAN be asked separately as well since anybody can have a lovely idea but then just not really make the cut for their own idea , if that makes sense ? & i have seen plenty of OCs where they’re just .... not very well written . good concepts & all , the heart is there there . passion is really great ! but writing is just sub par . & i have also witnessed the opposite effect as well . where like the passion is just NOT there at all . OCs are weird because like ... anything can be SUCH a wonderful idea ! but sometimes the writing just falls through . be it because the attention isn’t there , or people just dont have a good grasp on what they want to do .

anyway ! i digress though . what i am saying is that these two sections / questions COULD be ask separately . but for you , i cannot really keep them separate . not at the current moment . perhaps ask me in a few months . my answer could change . we just very recently met though so i cannot give you a good & honest opinion that’s separate , you know ? 

regardless . i DO think !!! that - at least with elli - what you have is actually really lovely & wonderful . I really hit it off with elli as a muse . & honestly , from what i can understand ( from our discussions ) , you really have a really nice grasp on her . she’s grown & changed as a character - which is something that i personally think is VERY realistic to have for any character . im always intrigued to hear & more about her & where you will be taking her . 

again , i will HAVE to re-read both her’s & seki’s bios like several times to like give you a better opinion & my thoughts on them . i do happen to get sensory overload due to my job & how i handle / process information in general . like i read & look SO much information in a single day so sometimes its just EASIER to hear somebody else talk about their characters & how they are right now . idk . like for me , its more like .. meeting somebody for the first time , you know ? that’s actually how i handle a lot of OCs tbh ! like i’m meeting them or listening to somebody talk about them .

but like ?? honestly ? i really DO genuinely love & adore elli so much ! & i am intrigued / interested in how seki & cloud would interact LOL . anyway ... i think you have very lovely characters okay ? they’re interesting ! 

the mun : honestly i love how you basically just took the opportunity to come @ me after i had made a SINGLE post fbndlkasfdhgb . like honestly ? that’s the type of stuff i love & dig ! like you straight up aren’t afraid to tell me that you want something . which is great . its amazing . LOL its like BAM here i am , pay attention to me ! & that’s really great ! like really ! it is !

& then i LOVE how both of us just like got SO fucking distracted talking about other ooc stuff . then like suddenly it was like GODS  , YOU’RE TIRED TOO ???? hahahahah . i think it’s really amazing when somebody says something to like idk ... i guess see how the other reacts & its like SAME HAT MAN . idk that’s just how i felt when we first talked on discord LFDDLAKDSGFB 

& THEN YOU SENT ME A PIC OF WHAT YOU THOUGHT MY ‘ ABOUT ME ’ WAS ABOUT LOL . like for REAL . we really just went from like ‘ interactions ??? ’ to like court jesters in a matter of moments . like ? i love that , you know ? i think that’s just really neat , you know ?

DO I ;

RP with them : uh .... i mean yes ? but also no ? like ? i have an ask to answer & a reply to get to . & i still need to send some asks your way , but like ... yea ? anyway ...

want to RP with them : yes lol . i am just better at plotting & just discussing the interactions ooc than anything else due to how much energy i have . but like . you can always hit me up in discord ~ i wont mind ^-^

WHAT IS MY ;

overall opinion : hi i have brandished my 🔪 for you , who must i stab ? ur also always welcome to chill in my clubhouse . it’s sometimes full of idiots though , cause i wont let them besties leave at times , i hope you don’t mind that . but i swear we’re all nice 💕 . anyway , you can always poke at me whenever you want , i’m just a big ol’ puppo spook that’s just probably gonna luv on you a bit . 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#bondedtrauma #ooc. #positivity. #/ so anyway hi #/ i hope you know that you're really cool tho .

[gnectics]

KNOW THE MUN - for real! - THROUGH MUSE!

Tag muns you want to know better; repost - don’t reblog.

What inspired you to try/create this muse/s: I will admit, since a very young age I have been OBSESSED with the Alien movie and their XENOMORPH aliens. I love them, I think they are grossly cute. I held that love for a long time. THEN, came Final Fantasy 7! My father had the game and I watched him play it. I fell in love with Sephiroth’s character, Jenova, Cloud and the Cetra people. I loved them more than I should. THEN, came Kingdom Hearts 1, when I met my bby Riku for the first time. Now, come the time era when Fanfiction was KING. I used to write fanfiction like it was second nature, and I always needed parents for Riku. HNN, I shipped CloudSephy so much I made them his parents. ( Purely Innocent as first, oh boy ) Then an artist named Bunny-Boss created my ideal family. She had a papa Sephy, Momma Cloud and a little bundle of joy who happened to be silvered haired. Though she was a girl. I thought to myself, if others shipped and loved what I loved, why not do what my little heart wanted? So I mixed all the things I loved and cherished and created Riku. Now, back in the day, the fandom only saw Riku as this big, bad, buff, seme pretty boy that would dominate Sora at every chance he got. And he was perfect at everything, and only weak to darkness. WHELP, I hated thinking and following along with everyone else, so I made him an uke instead. And boy people HATED that, but I loved it. So TL:DR, I made him because of my love for Aliens(Xenomorphs), FF7 Jenova, Sephiroth, Cloud, Cetra people, and Kh1 Riku, and the need to piss people off about a flower loving Riku, who likes pretty girly things. 

What is inspiration for this muse/s: Usually it’s Aliens, really violent & gross aliens, flowers, space, torment, the need to save the ones you love at all costs, the wanting of being normal. Music is another big inspiration for me writing him, and visuals. I love the idea that living is a hard and painful thing to do, yet after all the strife one comes to realize that living is also beautiful. I also love the idea that everyone has a monster inside of them, just some have a physical form than others.

Thread/AU that made you really happy: It been a long time since I’ve rp’d with my old partners, but there was this one thread where Namine became his official sister. The AU Namine had gone through some tough stuff in her past, since she was an actual witch who made a wish. She was cracking, and breaking and stuff and Riku felt so HELPLESS and weak! I love that thread because it taught me to let loose with my muse, and that writing gore was not a bad thing.

Something really special on your wishlist: I write a lot of horror or alien like things, but my dream thread would be to write with a rp partner, a wedding. There’s so many one night stands and mini moments on here, ( not like that’s a problem ) that I wish to write him meeting the love of his life, dating them, loving them,and them getting married. Then I would love to see them grow old, and die -- yet they get reborn and meet each other all over again. That is my dream rp, an actual life between two broken characters mended through each other.  TD:LR A real wedding. Not one written between my muses XD Oh and CHILDREN!! I want them to have children!

Something you are looking for in short future for your muse: I am looking for friends, enemies, rivals, and just people he can call his family. If the fates should allow it, a nice mate for him who’s dedicated would be nice as well.

Share something related to your muse! Well, Riku deep deep down wishes to be like his mother above anything else. Most people would think he would like to be like his father, but he admires him and loves him. His mother on the other hand, is what Riku feels like a real mother should be, and that one day he would love to be just like him. Because to him, Cloud is strong and amazing, but is still soft and kind too. A person who went through hell, but is willing to still stand by their crazy ass husband and stop him from killing the planet -- or taking over it.

What do you think about character’s design/how did you come up with it: Riku looks no different from Kh2 Riku, to be honest. I just made him less edgy and sharp. Now when it comes to Jenoku, I imaged a horned, black, irky, goopy like creature that takes human form at will. I wanted something that looked creepy but with a reason, and a cause. I wanted him to look alien to any planet that has existed out there. And I imaged that is what the younlings look like on the Jenovian home planet. Tbh, there’s so much I want to do with that race of fighting alien people.

What your muse has taught you: Riku has taught me to endure, and though I am shy and closed off. He teaches me that being those things shouldn’t stop you from being a better person. Your monsters, your past, your pain shouldn’t determine your future and what you wish to make it. In a way, he’s my hero and he teaches me these things everyday!

What is roleplay to you: Role play to me is playing out any dreams, wishes, ideas, or anything a person wants -- or can’t do in real life. It is meant to teach, to inform, to excite readers of all ages and to utilize the art of creative literature. It is also a means of relaxation and should be treated as such. A fun hobby meant to let off steam, or to live out a dream or nightmare creatively.

Just say something nice about another mun!: I want to give a shout out to psidontknow and their Namine & Xion. Beforehand, I was so scared to write who I wanted, and to embrace my ideas for Riku. Yet, he’s always been on my side helping me push past my old limits with writing. They have been my friend for a long time, and never turned away my ideas. If anything, they have made a safe place on tumblr for me and only made me love Namine and Xion muses more than anything now. They were one of the few people, who truely made me want to write novella threads over and over til my fingers hurt! Though, their muses are now OC, I still see no difference in those beautiful characters they have made me love and cherish. I love our threads, I love our muses and I love our Au’s. I can’t wait til they come back so we can make even more amazing, ground breaking rps!

tagged by: @tokikukan tagging: anyone else who wants to <3

#★┊✿ ❛ Mun. ❜ it was tara’s turn to speak. #★┊✿ ❛ Memes. ❜ it was just a little fun and games. #This got HELLA long #so Imma put a read more #and also tag it as a #long post #psidontknow

[thepelagoislands]

New Island: Mokupuni o ke Ahi (Island of Fire)

This island was written by Rachel-mun!

@gun-nun | @violinsnotheanswer | @jake-out-the-humans | @lannathepopstar

One must sail for hours upon hours before finding this island. As the voyagers draw closer to the island, they will see that it is a volcanic island and is currently active. As a matter of fact, it’s always been active and has never ceased spewing its molten rock. There are lava flows that fall off of the edge of the water, raising its temperature to dangerous levels, so be sure not to fall into the ocean. Steam rises from the water surrounding the island, giving it a sort of mist that shrouds the outskirts. There is a black stone port in which you can dock your boat.

As you venture through the island to go inland, you will see several glowing flows of lava headed towards the edges of the island. It moves much like a river of molasses. There is no explicit path for the voyagers to follow, so it’s up to them to navigate the way towards the center of the island. As the voyagers travel closer to said island’s center, they will come across a village that has been burned down. The insides and outsides of the stone buildings are covered in a black char and some of the roofs have collapsed in. In one of the houses, if one was able to pry open the drawer to the desk, they will find 2,000g. There is nothing else to be found in the village, as everything else has been burned to ash.

At the base of the volcano there will be a temple decorated in red and gold, but the stone that makes its walls is pitch black. Hot lava runs in a river on either side of the temple, but seems to have naturally (or unnaturally?) avoided it. The temple is raised up on black stone pillars and can only be reached by ascending a long, narrow staircase with no railings. A pretty dangerous architectural move, actually. Once you reach the top, you’ll see that the floor is made from beautifully smooth obsidian, gold specks throughout it. The temple doors are heavy black stone, though, and are hard to open on your own. Enter the temple and you will be in the main prayer room.

Main Prayer Room: This room is the largest in the temple, the floors of obsidian continuing throughout here and the rest of the temple. However, there is something amiss in the room. The altar that is at the back of the room has been desecrated. The offerings of gold coins and rubies have been thrown off of the altar and are sprawled about the floor. Gather up the gold and it will come to 1,000g. Gather up the rubies and you’ll find eight. Nothing of consequence will come from taking these items. There is nothing else to be found in the main prayer room, but there are four doors: one to the left, one to the right, one with a gold door to the left of the altar, and one with a red door to the right of the altar.

Left Door (Dining Room): Enter this room and you’ll come to the dining area. There is a table that previously had a meal set up on it, but everything is once again destroyed and thrown about the table and the floor. The paintings that hang on the wall are ripped to ribbons and scraps of them lay on the floor. The kitchen has been torn through as well, all of the pots and pans and utensils on the floor and counters. There is some broken glass there, too. The knives from the block are thrown at the wall across the room, sticking out like someone was playing a game with them. If you look closely, you’ll find that one is missing from the set.

Right Door (Bedroom): This room appears to be a bedroom of sorts, but for only one person. The bed in the center of the room is regal, tall beams on every corner that hold up a red canopy made of silk. It’s comfortable but ashy. No ash can be found in the room besides on the bed, though. In the bedside tables you will find some love letters signed from a woman named Aredhel. One of the letters has some tear stains on it, and reads:

Dearest Dominic,

While we remain apart in land I know that we come together every night in our dreams. My heart aches for your touch every minute that we are separated, but I know that we will be reunited someday.

Our plan to remain in the sky is proving to be most wise, as we have gone undetected for some time now. However, one of the lookouts noticed something pass by in the clouds. We are unsure of what it could be. A scout? A dragon? We haven’t the slightest idea. All I know is that we are on alert, but feel that we remain safe up here. 

I wish dearly that I could descend down once again and be with you on your island. To live among the molten earth whose heat could rival our passion; how exciting it must be! I pray daily that we will soon be together and I can rejoice in being within your grasp. I dream nightly of the night we shared when we first met and how your whispered affections never leave my ears. I fear I’ve become distracted again whilst thinking about it… 

Dominic, I hope that you are living well and have prospered in your new position as the temple’s leader. I know that you will make the other fire mages proud of you, as I am. Be a good leader, and remember that your power does not define who you are. Only you have the power to define yourself. 

With as much love as the Sun has light, your beloved Aredhel.

There are a few other letters, all from the same woman and the dates on the letters span over the course of a year. Also in the bedside table is a ring with silver metal and an obsidian gem in the center. Perhaps it’s an engagement ring? There are some clothes in the closet, but otherwise there isn’t much else to be found in the bedroom.

Gold Door (Library): Enter this room and you’ll come into the library where there are rows of shelves, all stacked full with books. It appears that ancient information has been re-recorded into these books for better storage. The language is all in an indecipherable language, but there are a few books that have pictures of people using moves that involve fire magic. Some books are records of the people who have lived on the island. According to the most recent records, there should have been around twenty people living on the island of varying ages. There lies the question: where are they? The burned village obviously doesn’t bode well with this information. At the back of the library you’ll find a spell book that looks ancient as ancient can be. It’s large, far too large actually. It looks impossible to carry and annoyingly and cartoonishly big. Open it and you’ll find pages upon pages of the same indecipherable language as in other books. There are maps, however, and some descriptions of the small sections of map. It all details other islands and there are four islands in particular who have symbols next to them. One that resembles flowing water is by one island, one that depicts a flower growing from soil next to another, some squiggly lines next to another that looks like wind, and finally one that has a flame drawn next to it. The only thing that is readable to the voyagers is a word written down, but with no island to name: Exire. There is nothing else to be found in the Library.

Red Door (Long Hallway to the Balcony): Enter this room and you’ll be taken down a long, narrow hallway. There is nothing on the walls and only a few torches to light the way, the light of them reflecting off of the shiny obsidian floor. You can hear someone… sobbing? It’s coming from the end of the hall. Continue down the hallway and you’ll come to the balcony.

Balcony: Open the door at the end of the hallway to come onto the balcony that face the spewing volcano. The glow of the lava lights the scene (at night) and you’ll see a man in official-looking priest robes standing at the end of the balcony. He’s holding the missing knife from the balcony and is about to stab himself in the heart when the voyagers come onto the balcony. He’s a tall man with black, long hair and there are two wolf ears that sit atop his head. When he notices the voyagers enter, he snaps his head towards them with bared, fanged teeth. He begins to speak. 

“Who are you?! Why have you come here?!”

The voyagers can attempt to explain that they are from the islands and just happened upon the island, but the priest will hear none of it. He doesn’t hold the knife to his chest anymore, but he still holds it in one hand as he faces the voyagers. 

“If you’ve come to tell me she’s dead, I already know. I learned long ago…”

It seems he won’t listen to what the voyagers are saying. He’s stuck in his own world of hurt and grief. 

“I couldn’t be the man she wanted me to be… The people who lived here, those fire mages I was supposed to protect and teach… I was the one who killed them in the end. How could I have done such a thing in my anger at the gods for taking her away from me?” 

So it turns out he was the one who burned down the village. The voyagers can determine how they feel with that information. He will still continue talking. 

“What did she do to deserve such a fate?” He looks at the voyagers wildly, tears falling again and voice on the verge of hysteria. “Why couldn’t they have sent that dragon here to kill us all instead?! At least we’d have had a chance to survive! And now, look!” He gestures wildly to the volcano. “The Gods are furious with me! I’ve been the most foul, murderous, awful priest! I don’t deserve this!”

At this point, he will procure a flame and hold his hand to his own neck, burning himself. He lets out a scream of pain and drops to his knees. If the voyagers attempt to come close to him, he will use his fire magic against you to keep you away. He burns his throat until it is charred and bleeding and he speaks again, his voice a strained scream. 

“I’ll be with her again! I must! I’d rather die like this than live another day on this fucking planet without her!”

After that, the priest will grab the knife and stab himself in the heart, screaming in anguish once again before collapsing to the ground and dying. The voyagers can do nothing to stop his death, but his last word uttered before he finally stops breathing is his lover’s name in a gargled whisper.

Once the priest has died, the ground begins to shake with the power of the volcano. It seems like it’s about to erupt violently and you have only a short head start to make it back to the boat. There is a boom like thunder as the voyagers run back to the port, the volcano shooting molten rocks into the air. The voyagers must dodge the falling hot rocks and escape the fury of the volcano as it erupts. The ground shakes and the voyagers must tread carefully so as not to fall into any lava. 

Once you get to the boat, you’ll be safe to escape but you will see the violent eruption spew molten lava across the island, the explosion as it does so deafening and can be heard even on Leuda and Arcadia. The island’s volcano will become dormant as soon as the final eruption is completed, eruption possible in the rune sphere is ever removed, but will remain dormant until then. 

The rune sphere of the island is buried deep in the volcano’s side, impossible to retrieve.

#pi:newisland #pi:mokopuni o ke ahi

[ask-the-agencies]

What was up with that marionette costume Private had, Kowalski? (referring to your latest wonderful doodles; i prefer written story for this ask)

[Mun] GET READY FOR ONE HECK OF A MESS I SLOPPED TOGETHER LMAO FORGIVE ME

Uhh tw: blood

That’s a Dummy!

 “Walski? What’s happening?” a tiny voice, shaking, asked.

Kowalski placed a finger on the child’s lips, holding himcloser to his chest with the other arm. Kowalski sat behind one of theirneighbor’s house in the dusky night, Private in his arms. “Stay quiet, Private.We… we need to stay hidden, okay?” he whispered, own voice trying to mask hisnervousness.

He peaked behind the corner, seeing no one in view. He letout a sigh of relief, slouching against the wall.

Suddenly, he heard a voice booming from afar.

“I know you’re somewhere here, Tux brothers. Hand over yourchild and no one gets hurt,” it called, tone in a teasingly dark sadistic manner.

Kowalski cursed under his breath, his breathing becomingunsteady. He shook himself out of the panic, he needed to focus! His brotherwas being hunted!

He needed a way to escape, to get back to their home. Butwith Private out in the open of his arms, the mad man would see him clearlywith his robotic eye.

Kowalski didn’t know the man that trailed their tails. Buthe knows, from Skipper, that this was the infamous Dr. Blowhole.

Only Skipper and the twins had ever encountered him. So whydoes he want Private? How could he even know of the five-year old’s existence?Hell, he didn’t even know about Kowalski!

Kowalski snapped back into reality upon hearing approachingfootsteps, a deep chuckle accompanying it. He thought quickly, at least to havetried a way to fool this man intothinking they were not of Tux blood.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind. True, it’s a weak plan, butif this man has never seen either of them, he may not have the faintest ofthinking they were his targets.

Kowalski put Private down and began to dig through hispockets. He pulled out various markers, pens, pencils that he would use towrite on his pocket book. He chose out a red marker and then a black marker.

Private tilted his head, curious when suddenly Kowalskiplaced a hand under his chin and directed him closer. He giggled, but forcedhimself to suppress it when he remembered Kowalski telling him to stay quiet.But the sensation of the cold marker running across his face just tickled somuch!

On his baby brother’s face within seconds were two redcircles that covered both his cheeks. Under the circles would run a black lineto under his chin. And on the corners of Private’s mouth were also two lines,and just like that, resembled the traits of a marionette. Or at least a childdressed as one.

Private’s eyes set onto the reflection of the window behindKowalski. He studied Kowalski’s work, tempted to touch it, but had a hand pullhis own away from his face. He looked at Kowalski, eyes wide and head tiltingto the other side.

“Walski? Why do I- “he asked, but was cut off as Kowalskipicked him up again.

“Shh, I don’t have many options of getting us through thatman, but this is the best we have. Just trust big brother on this okay?”Kowalski explained as calmly as he could, ruffling the child’s hair when hegave a small hum.

“Now, I just need you to act like a puppet, okay? Try not tosay anything unless I give you a cue, okay Private?” he instructed carefully,standing up. Private nodded, holding onto Kowalski’s sleeve.

“Hello there.”

Kowalski gasped, heart pounding and stomach weary. Luckily,Private hadn’t screamed from the scare, but instead cowered his head into hisarms. They did their best to recollect themselves in front of this shady figure.

“O-oh, you gave m-me quite a shock, sir!” Kowalski played,forcing himself to keep his panic from being visible now that it’s show time.

The man chuckled, eyeing the two down. “My apologies. Areyou from this neighborhood?” he questioned. He eyed Private, who remained inhis hiding.

Kowalski tugged at his collar. Was it becoming hard tobreathe or what? He answered. “I-uh, yes. I am. Why do you ask? Are you lost?”

The man closed his one real eye, the other scanning around.He shook his head, putting his hands up in front of him. “No no, I am not. ButI am looking for someone who lives around in this neighborhood,” he paused. “Doyou perhaps know where Skipper Tux and his brothers reside? I’m here for avisit.”

Kowalski thought. “I’m t-terribly sorry, sir, but I do notknow where Skipper lives-“

“But you know him?”

“Yes- no! No I don’t.”

“I think you do, sir”

“N-no! I’m sorry but I do not.”

“I’m sure you do. You sound like somebody that Skipper’smentioned before, I’m sure you are him. Look, I have to get going to find him,but if you happen to see Skipper, tell him for me that one of his youngerbrothers had a severe asthma attack on the streets. He’s currently at my home, recovering.It’s urgent, so if you find him before I do, please tell him,” the man saidfinally, turning around and beginning to walk the opposite direction.

Kowalski stood there, eyes wide trying to quickly piecetogether what the man said. Suddenly, Private slipped up, trembling from thepresence of the stranger.

“Walski? Is Rico hurt?” he asked, eyes tearing up as hebegan to break into a sob from the thought.

Kowalski shushed him, trying to calm him down. Suddenly, theman turned around again.

He advanced on the two, backing them up into a corner. Helaughed. “So it is you, Kowalski. AndPrivate Tux. Did you honestly think such a disguise would fool me?”

Before Kowalski could protest and try to fix their slip up,the man’s robotic eye began to whir. The main part, which ‘normally’ shined ared light clanked inside, switching with other mains that seemed to have theirown purposes, until it stopped on one.

It sprayed out a gas that quicklyclouded the two. With every breath, the world became more disoriented andblurry. Kowalski’s head began to pain from such visions that he could no longerstand and fell to his knees. The man only looked down, to aim the continuousgas at them. Kowalski fell to his side, to avoid crushing the child alreadygone limp. Before his eyes shut, Kowalski saw the man looking down at himgrinning. And saying “It’s nice to meet you, Tux brothers.

——————————–

Ugh..

 “Well, welcome back to the world,sunshine.”

Kowalski sprang awake, hittinghis head against the wall his arms were chained up to. He groaned out in pain,trying to rub the new pain on his head with his shoulder.

He looked up, taking in theplace. It seemed like some sort of dungeon. He was chained behind bars. And there,hooked up to a contraption was Private who still lied unconscious.

Kowalski struggled against thechains but to no avail. “Go ahead, tire yourself out, but don’t blame me whenyou miss the show.”

Kowalski looked to the directionof the voice. There, sitting behind a board of controls and buttons was theman. He took in a deep breath, trying to fight against the wave of anxietybuilding up in his systems.

“Who are you? And what do you want with Private?”

“Why, hasn’t Skipper told you ofany of our memories together? Not even Manfredi? Johnson?”

Kowalski didn’t answer, eyesnarrowing at the man.

“Well, if you didn’t know, I amDr. Blowhole. If you couldn’t tell, your older brothers and I aren’t always…on the right foot, so to say.”

“What does that have to do withus? With Private? What do you want from him?” Kowalski questioned. “You don’teven know Private!”

“Ah, but it is you who doesn’t knowPrivate.”

Kowalski’s brow burrowed,confused at such a statement. Him not know Private, his own baby brother? Yeahright.

“See, I didn’t even know thatSkipper had more brothers aside from the twins. Course, I wouldn’t have caredunless I wanted you for a hostage situation- oh! That’s a good idea, I shouldwrite a note.” Blowhole teased, keeping Kowalski on edge.

Seeing that the Kowalski didn’ttake a liking to his “humor” he continued.

“Anyways. In the past, I’vemanaged to get my hands on the DNA of your older brothers. Of course, it wasn’tnormal blood. Upon further inspection, I found something interesting.”

He pressed a button, and on thewall flipped out a wide screen that showed the traces of DNA from Manfredi,Johnson, and Skipper… And Nigel?

“I know how you’re all made. Ijust don’t have the technology nor the slightest clue to what type of machineit was you were all created in, but I do know this- you are all of bloodfusions of two donors, that gave you your unique DNA.” He paused.

Kowalski was watching intently,as if looking for a flaw in his information, but careful not to give anyunknown information to him.

Blowhole cleared his throat. “Forexample, your dear Skipper was made from the blood of Manfredi and Johnson. Withother factors I have not yet figured out, that gave him his skills of aprofessional martial artist. You havethat brain of yours, etc., etc. When I simulated the fusions of combinations,that was when I knew that those three idiots did indeed have more brothers. The smallest trace of DNA I found ona tattered part of Johnson’s clothes? It matched with a combination that madeyou. And then an item Manfredi dropped? Rico. And then Private was confirmedwhen Skipper ‘accidentally’ slipped up.”

“You’re not telling me what youwant from Private-“

Suddenly, a sharp blade waschucked towards Kowalski’s head, and had only missed and instead pierced intothe cement wall beside him.

“I’m getting there!”

For a scientist with plans, hesure didn’t have any worries losing time to tell his whole backstory.

“From the simulated DNA ofPrivate, I noticed something in it. There is a chemical in there. And from whatI’ve concluded. It’s his abilitiesthat were inhibited by a disturbance from the chemical’s fusion with his genes to effectively be used, somethingI’m sure even his big brothers don’t know about,” he finished, mocking him in amushy tone.

“You might be wondering whatthat chemical is-“

“No-“

“Well! This is what it is!” he yanked down one of the largest levers onthe board in front of him, activating the machine that strapped Private in.

The room was filled by themachine’s zaps and turning and whirring bits and pieces as Private’s cries ofpain rang into Kowalski’s ears. His tiny body desperately trying to pullagainst the bounds on his limbs.

Kowalski watched in horror,quick to notice the blood that seeped from every spot of skin on Private’sbody. He fought against the chains on his bruising wrists, but to no avail.

Fortunately, Blowholedeactivated the machine, finished with the “demo”.

Private’s body went limp on thecontraption once again, now panting heavily and whimpering, eyes shut tight andblood continued to leak out.

“Strange… I’m not sure of thesudden bleeding. But! This is what Ifound,” he said, motioning to the second part of the machine. It was a tube thatseems to have extracted parts from Private’s genes, but in it was… a pinkliquid?

Kowalski stared, in a state ofshock from what he witnessed to speak.

Blowhole pulled the tube out andheld it in one hand for Kowalski to see. “This is what Private should have beenable to use to his advantage, and now it will be mine,” he said twistedly,laughing cruelly.

“With this, I will be able tosimply hypnotize any human on earth with only a single look at what I applythis to! To him, it was a quantum hyper-cute that would have stunned on-lookersand could have put them into ahypnosis stage to do his orders.”

He crackled once more, whilstpinching Private’s bloody cheek mockingly. “But I don’t think he has any use for it. So why don’t Itake it off his hands?”

Blowhole made his way to themachine again, and took hold of the lever.

“Wait!”

“Hm? What? You think you’ll beable to change my mind from taking this?-“

“No! No, you wouldn’t want to dothat right now! Think! I-if you take it all from him at once, he’s going todie!”

“So? You think I care?”

“Th-that’s not m-my point! If hedies, you’ve limited yourself to how much of that chemical you can get. Look athim- his body’s bleeding because the chemicals you’ve taken from him no longerhold in the blood with the help of his skin. But if he heals-“

“I see your point!” Blowholeinterrupted, impatient and irritated from Kowalski’s babble.

“Hm… I see your point…” hesaid again, this time more thoughtfully. “Very well. I’ll keep him as myinfinite source.”

Kowalski shuddered at such athought. If he doesn’t use the time he’s bought wisely, Private may have a lifeof being regularly attached to this machine to be put through pain. Over andover.

“I will let him… recover. Untilthen, I’ll figure out how I can use you,”he claimed grimly, moving away from the machine.

He began to make his way towardsthe door of the dungeon, hand behind him. But before he opened it, he turnedhis head. “And if you plan any sort of escape. I will have you killed. Maybeeven you brother.”

Kowalski gulped. With that,Blowhole turned back around and opened the heavy door.

He was met with another man.

“Wh-!”

Suddenly, Blowhole was punchedand thus violently slammed to the ground. He lied there, cradling the roboticeye that was crushed. Its metals were punched in, piercing into the skin aroundit and spilling blood.

There, fist still in place fromwhen he punched the evil scientist, was Rico. He reeled back his hand, bodystraightening but immediately hunching as he placed a firm hand on his chest. Headjusted the bandana on his face to cover the bottom half as he walked over tothe man in pain.

He squatted down beside him,reaching into the mechanical eye and forcefully pulling out the main piece. Hepointed the nozzle of it to Blowhole, and pressed a button on it, spraying outthe same gas used on Kowalski and Private, andRico prior to them.

Within a few seconds, Blowholewas knocked out. Rico stood up, dropping the piece to the ground and crushingit with his shoe, grinding it to bits.

He made looked around the room, browsjumped slightly upon seeing the other two present.

“K-K’w’lski?” he called,coughing harshly.

Kowalski scowled at the wethacks. “Rico!”

The younger man searched, finallyseeing the keys on the wall and grabbing them before moving to unlock Kowalski’scell. And then his chains, before accidentally dropping the keys when he wassuddenly pulled into a tight embrace.

“Rico, are you okay?” Kowalskiasked, pulling himself away and taking hold of the bandana on Rico’s face.Gently, he pulled it down, revealing the dried and wet blood that stained his chin and shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get Private andget out of here,” Kowalski stated, deciding to deal with both their injuriesafter getting away from the deranged Dr. Blowhole. Rico nodded, keepingKowalski’s hand in his as they exited the bars and unstrapped Private from themachine. Rico held him, wrapping him in his suit jacket.

Before they went out the door,Kowalski looked back, seeing the room once more. He took the tube thatcontained the pink chemical and put it in his pocket for future investigations.He had Rico help him destroy the machine and the information Blowhole had onthe brothers.

They went out, running door todoor until finally they were met with the outside… Outside of an old, rundown- lookingfactory?

Upon being engulfed by the coldnight air, Rico fell to his knees, lungs burning from the dry air that irritatedhis lungs already damaged beforehand. Kowalski got down to his level, takingPrivate from his arms as he rubbed his back, with no other options left thatwould help.

“I’m sorry Rico but I don’t haveyour inhaler with us. We have to… get home…” Kowalski said, slowing when herealized just how dangerous a trek could be. With Rico and Private in desperateneed for aid, there was no way to make it home. Besides, who knew how far theywere from home?

Before Kowalski could break intoa panic, Rico took his hand, and forced himself to at least whisper. “It’sokay…! I ‘lready c-called big bros…!” And surely enough, Kowalski heard therunning steps. There, making their way to the missing brothers, Skipper,Manfredi and Johnson.

When the three finally metpaths, the three older men hugged their injured brothers tightly.

“Kowalski! Rico! What the hellhappened?!” Skipper demanded, eyes flooded with worry as he held their handstightly in front of him. His eyes caught sight of the bundle in his arms,widening with horror at the sight of red. “Private..? Kowalski, what happened?”he asked again, more gentle.

“We were kidnapped by Blowhole.We can explain later- Private needs immediate help and Rico’s asthma is atsevere levels right now,” Kowalski informed, breathing rapidly, anxiety seepingout now.

Manfredi took Private fromKowalski, and tried to calm the man as a mental breakdown was becoming apparent.Johnson took hold of Rico’s hand and sat him down. The younger man curled up,placing his head onto Johnson’s lap as the older brother held him close as hetried to ease the man’s labored breaths.

Skipper looked towards thebuilding. Without warning, he ran towards it, ready to arrest the menace tosociety. Finally, he made it to the door that would lead him to the mainsection of the factory, where Blowhole would have set up a temporary lair. Hebarged in to the room, a loud bang ringing through the air.

The room was empty. Blood on thefloor and bits from what Skipper recognized as part of his robotic eye, but noBlowhole. Once again, he escaped. Skipper let out a fumed hum, punching the wall,before running out again, regrouping with the others.

“Was he…?” Manfredi started.

“No. He’s… he got away again. C’mon,we gotta get these guys home.”

The brothers made their wayquickly to their car, Manfredi holding and whispering to the child in his arms,Johnson carrying Rico in a piggyback, and Skipper guiding Kowalski as hisexcessive panic finally let out.

#TPOM #The Penguins of Madagascar #TPOM Skipper #TPOM Kowalski #TPOM Rico #TPOM Private #TPOM Nigel #TPOM Manfredi and Johnson #TPOM Manfredi #TPOM Johnson #Dr. Blowhole #One-Shot #Fic #Ask the Agencies #ask #drawingtaffy