#obsessed with da goat

[shadyteacup]

i have somehow lost 24.3 hours in the past 2 days to a game called House Flipper

i dont,, remember when i started playing,,,

an entire days worth of time has just. disappeared from me???

but anyway you can get pets in this game so heres my dog that i didnt get to name, my goat Lil Bleater, and my rat Playdoh

😭😭😭 I feel u lol.. I had uninstalled Instagram to focus on my studies but then I got addicted to YouTube shorts?? And had somehow spent more hours on that than I ever did on ig💀

By far, Lil Bleater is my favourite name 😭 I’m going to use that everywhere 🐐

#the dogs cute uwu #we should call him John Doe #shadyteacup #shady☕ #uwu anon #uwu #dean my creative bean #honestly how did u even come up with lil bleater 😂😂 #obsessed with da goat #mr lil bleater #🐐🐐🐐😭😭

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

AN UPDATE on me showing my partner Marble Hornets for the first time and their batshit insane takes on the series/characters. We got to 76 last I remember. Here’s everything they’ve said for just the new entries we’ve watched between now and the last post:

- The entry where we see Tim’s body cam POV after him and Jay get attacked by the operator in Rosswood:

- “Slenderman uses his dead body dimension to grow mushrooms

He’s really interested in the conservation of this really rare strain of mushroom, that’s what the dead body dimension is for”

- To Tim: “if shit sucks, hit da bricks”

- After Tim gets in his car and drives the fuck outta dodge: “Oh he’s going on a lovely little road trip, he’s just like me fr”

- “You know marble hornets is just a series of bad decisions made by film majors, which is the original bad decision” (implying that the characters being film majors was the initial fuck up and NOT Alex deciding to kill all his friends on a whim)

- During Tim’s panic attack in the same entry: “You know, panic attack aside, I think I’d really enjoy peeling all the crumblies off that dry wall”

- “Hacking coughing licking iPad crying baby”

- “I do appreciate how his arms and legs are out of the way of the body camera in lieu of his panic attack, thank you for that”

- As Tim is taking his anti hallucination meds: “Don’t over dose. Oh it’s just one, you’re probably fine. Wait why are you taking another one? Not even a bottle of water? It’s why you’re coughing. Don’t take a third one! DO NOT take the whole bottle, that’s how you die! You’re not gonna die of slenderman related causes, you’re just gonna die of stupid!”

- Upon seeing Tim find Hoody’s messages on the walls: “ “Follow meeeee!” It’s like that one snowman in the phineas and ferb holiday special. My brain loves referencing obscure media”

- After Tim passes out trying to break the “he is a liar” wall: “Ok, takin a nap.”

- “You go mentally ill queen!”

- About Alex: “Why does he look like John Darneille????” (Context: they are obsessed with the band The Mountain Goats and because of tism face blindness they are convinced Alex shares a striking resemblance to frontman John Darneille)

- “Slenderman is a HORRIBLE parent!!”

- “Alex is a high school nerd who would get shoved into a locker!” “I would argue Jay is more of a nerd on that regard” “they’re both nerds shoving each other into lockers!”

- “Ok he theoretically knows how to fight, but that doesn’t mean he’s good in practice”

- The entry where Jay and Tim follow Hoody around the abandoned hospital:

- “Hoody’s like if Santa was really sinister”

- “He teleported to the next house to give all the good little boys and girls their evil tapes!”

- Seeing Alex tied up: “oh are we getting kinky?” “Hoody is literally trying to kill him” “hot”

- “You know, if I was in my hometown and slenderman was there, I’d be pretty mentally ill too”

- “How many holes do you think slenderman has?”

And finally (for now until we finish the end of MH):

- “I don’t think slenderman would survive long in federal prison”

#marble hornets #jay marble hornets #jay mh #mh hoody #hoody marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim mh #alex marble hornets #Alex mh #john darnielle #mountain goats fans I promise this tag belongs here my partner is so obsessed with the band that they see the blorbo everywhere #even when we’re in public #it’s pretty funny #I’m half convinced they’re saying half of these so I post about them here on tumblr dot com #but idc the takes are funny #update #also I am aware that in MH Slenderman and the operator aren’t the same #but the series did start from the OG Slenderman forum posts #my partner just likes to call it slenderman for the much appreciated comedic effect #please do not ream me a new one lmao #and yes I will be showing them EMH after this

[saintsenara]

Penny for your thoughts on:

Aberforth / Voldemort

Griphook / Ollivander

Xenophilius Lovegood / Rita Skeeter

thank you very much for the ask, anon! a top-tier selection of unhinged ships!

aberforth dumbledore/lord voldemort

an incidental detail about voldemort's life which i find perpetually amusing is the fact that - much like hermione does when organising the da - he gets caught out when he turns up with the death eaters in tow prior to his job interview by going to the hog's head rather than the three broomsticks.

[another incidental detail i love is the idea of dumbledore being wrong when he dismisses voldemort referring to these men as "friends", and that dolohov genuinely was thrilled to be getting the pints in with the lads.]

aberforth being the perfect combination of a messy gossip and sufficiently lacking in business sense to go out of his way never to retain a single customer is funny enough on its own.

but it's all the better if we imagine that he decides to be a petty little bitch about voldemort turning up in his pub [after all, he doesn't get along with albus, so the only reason he'd go running to his brother is if he hated voldemort more] because this is the first time they've seen each other since august 1945, after the newly-graduated riddle was forced to stay at the hog's head during his post-hogwarts job search because he didn't yet have the capital to secure a lease on a flat and the two ended up in a begrudging month-long situationship [which aberforth would loathe because of its similarity to what happened with albus and grindelwald...], which ended in a spectacular argument when voldemort complained about the bedbugs, the fact the lines are never cleaned, and the goat-fucking.

[he'd tolerate two, but not all three.]

griphook/garrick ollivander

ollivander is one hundred percent the sort of wizard who vehemently believes that non-human magical creatures shouldn't have the right to carry wands.

[i will always be obsessed with his exquisitely creepy vibe in the books - especially the fact he still finds the idea of voldemort possessing the elder wand exciting after the man has spent a year literally torturing him.]

he undoubtedly thinks griphook's an untermensch. griphook thinks he's a fascist. maybe they are forced into a bit of hurt/comfort in the malfoy cellars, but i think it's more likely that griphook is passing his time in captivity thinking about how he'll murder ollivander and ollivander is hitting on luna.

xenophilius lovegood/rita skeeter

canon.

this, for example, is very much giving "i'm not still hung up on xenophilius! he didn't have a bed! he slept on a mattress on the floor! he's a jobless stoner and i'm a luxury bitch with a master's degree!"...

“I’m guessing your father runs some stupid little village newsletter?” she said. “Twenty-five Ways to Mingle with Muggles and the dates of the next Bring- and-Fly Sale?” “No,” said Luna, dipping her onion back into her gillywater, “he’s the editor of The Quibbler.” Rita snorted so loudly that people at a nearby table looked around in alarm. “‘Important stories he thinks the public needs to know’?” she said witheringly. “I could manure my garden with the contents of that rag.” 

sure, babe. sure.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships

[empressxmachina]

"Kindred Spirit to a Kind Hand" by me (Also on DA)

"This looks familiar." No, it doesn't. One cannot be obsessed with media they've never personally interacted with. Right? 😅

Anyway, when I'm not going gaga over clips and let's-plays of the goated DnD game and the camp vamp in it (and everyone else, really, but mostly him because DUH) or watching the VAs play the game they're in, I'm re-reading the fanfics of the game from various, based lovelies here - you know who you are, and thank you for existing - and imagining only tangentially related scenes like this.

(Some headcanons and the stock references under the cut.)

My initial vision for this was that some person - this person, the player character, if you will - pissed somebody off to get cursed with a size reduction, horns where their eyes should be, and other 'weaknesses,' likely with some magic, too, if the Intimidation stat actually means something in their state. However, the idea that they had/have always been like this and have been surviving amidst their mutations, rarities, etc., fits into my ever-growing cache of underdog protagonists, which could work, too. In any case, in this 'I Have No Eyes and I Must Cry'-ass tale, the small soul crosses paths or gets caught in the crossfire of and maybe even rescued by a (certain, with similar 'deformity') swordsman with a good heart as open as, well, the hand in the pic. 

For all intents and purposes, I have a few more ideas on similar lines to this, maybe even doing more with this character/model. If I come to create them, I'm thinking to put them together in a gallery/group called "Spoiled Homebrew" or something like that. Get it? Homebrew? D&D? Beer? I'll leave.

Shadow [Devil] Money Gang ~Autodesk Sketchbook ~Photopea ~~FYI: The font used here is Quando if you're curious. It's a close fit and it's free. Like the Hells I'm paying $88 or whatever to get the actual font used. ~[helping hand] "Helping hands reaching charity gesture" - Image by rawpixel.com on Freepik ~little and languished ~blade in the back ~[grassy bg] "Forest landscape" by Mircea Iancu is in the Public Domain, CC0

Circa 2023... extremely barely by an hour or so before 2024.

- The goal was to make this quite coded without being the reference, mostly for copyrights. Though if one's headcanon somehow works well enough with this and him to imagine such a scene in-game or inspire something else, then I'm flattered. - I've no clue how small they are; I just get giddy when a small soul can be fully handheld. - Really, though, could you imagine being able or having to cry in silence without tears? Just chest heaving, chills, and a weakening desire to live? Oof. Now, that sounds familiar. 🙃 (Not me; I'm thriving with pride.)

#g/t #my art #spoiled homebrew #photo manipulation #collage #did I do the dnd game justice? #sw #giant male #they could be a tiny nb maybe; that'd be cool if you like #no hate or shade; I just usually self insert with small girls lmao

[donnyanne]

inbox horde

bc do ppl get pinged if i answer something?? would they get mad bc it’s been so long??? idk but im insecure and paranoid!!!! so i’m gonna compile these here in screenshot form!

guys... i have a confession... i am secretly julien... (i’m obsessed w the sims... put too much of my OCs in it)

so glad u like!!!!! ;;;; and ofc!!! go on ahead!! i’ll still be crying bc aaa...

AAAA SMNIF SMNIFF SMNIFFFFF ;;;; IM SO SO SO GLAD U LIKE THANKU THANKU THANKUUUU SOBSBBS. HOPING TO FINISH UP CHAPS WHEN I GO ON POSTING SPLURGE ON DA 

thankuuu ;;;;  and i will not spoil... but ya TwT

the fact that i don’t remember what this was in reference to is perfect bc that’ll be the entirety of his story 

me going back on DA to discover I wasn’t the only one who stopped posting

i still appreciate the answers to my “do i have any attractive OCs” question. unfortunately for goat boi and ernest the dilf Gurion had them beat :(

put these together bc i remember these were after a similar question that i did answer!!! answer is the same as before, joking manner, but like... this is still so funny to me... 

still 5ever reworking their story, but generally!!! first meeting as kiddos went as one would expect... “omg a giant!!!” “omg a human!!!” both very :D and bouncy but careful 

and for their general meeting aka reunion Slate was expecting it! so he knew to be nice and gentle and careful. Lucy was naturally a bit more spooked and an anxious mess... but realized vry quickly he was a simp for her and did as lucy does. tries to out simp him. 

MMMMM tricky... Kyle is definitely crossed off the list, since he, to be blunt, still has more of a grip on reality. Carmen cares about him from when things WERENT a thing, Irene can be too caring for her own good, and then there’s the MESS that is Ernest and Heide. So while this is applicable to the rest, I’ll just use the last two as examples bc there’s more scenes abt it in story 

The reasons they “care” for and “like” Jules are just.... not good??? Bc it’s all bc Jules has worn them down, preyed into the damage that HE DID, and essentially... brainwashed them!!!!!

so long answer short: yes, some of them like him. and that’s a Problem.

AAAA AASHFURKFKIFK RFFIK thanku thankuu THANKUUUU!!!! ;;;; again i’m trying to get back to writing/drawing the doll folk!!! so aaaa!!

#again again thankuuuu ppl smmmm!!!!! ;;;;; #these have Always made me happy i just been anxious a lot for awhile #but now w this ill hopefully not get too scared to answer messages bc #WAHH I DIDNT ANSWER THE REST #im dumb ok.... #but i care all of u!!!

[yifeiyay]

thoughts on fe berlin round 1:

stoff got a good start and then...didnt??

HOW IS TICKTUM LEADING

"home speed home" is so cute i love the porsche halos so much you have no idea

ok if seb and sam get to save energy i will allow this

attack mode on LAP 3???

TAKE IT AGAIN STRAIGHT AWAY???

what da hell. why is everyone keen on getting rid of their attacks except jake dennis.

i mean ik its bc they dont want to be leading which is. ok fair. but for the entire strat to be built around it is kind of concerning? didn't we have leader chicken in brazil too

maseratis BEHAVE we don't get the points often!!

BE FOR REAL???

max has been voodooed for sure

NICK WAKE UP

SAM YOU'VE ALREADY USED YOUR ATTACKS WYD

can everyone be serious for a minute. 😐

they should've meatball flagged sergio

EDO IS LEADING?? FROM 11TH???

sam has also been voodooed for sure

im kind of glad the tv chose to broadcast superbikes over this bc girl i would have been embarrassed making my parents watch this chaos

edo low on energy we r finished i fear

im also low on energy...falling asleep

MITCH IS LEADING?? idek where he started 😭😭 and he still has both attacks like the bottom half of the field this can't be real

JEANDRE SPIN???

the pack was so fucking close it was bound to happen ngl

THE MASERATIS ARE BOTH IN THE TOP 5??? doubt it will last but still. wild.

pascal is in 8th from like p last of the actual driveable cars

maserati boys top 2 overtakers is slay

WHAT THE FUCK. FOUR OF YALL???

stoffel and ticktum sure are having a conversation. poor norman and jake hughes

NICK IN THE PITS??? i wished too much for a nick championship run and now i got this

i am still falling asleep btw

wait actually how is antonio p5 from starting even more p last of the drivable cars than pascal

jake dennis saying maserati is ruining his race they're your rivals that's part of the job?

HELP?????

bro he launched himself

comms saying dennis the menance is so odd bc i normally hear it in a playful way when referring to dennis hauger lol

poor antonio...all that for this shit

pascal kind of goated for staying out of trouble in a race like this ngl

8 different race leaders 😵‍💫 23 lead changes

3 extra laps doesn't feel that bad tbh i thought it would be worse for some reason

THAT END??? WHAT

MAX GOT SEB AT THE LINE OMG there was a collision i hope stewards let them both off lol

HOW DID NICK CLAW BACK?? GOAT??

obsessed with the jag garage cam they all went CRAZY

glad for mitch but oh my god that could have been sams...if not for the false attack mode moment idk

audible "go away from the car" from the scrutineer as jack commentates is so funny

sam can bench press a kiwi! a small kiwi

jack distracting them and so they all drove into the pitlane and now they have to walk to the other side 😭😭

#miels catches up #fe #berlin 2023 round 1 #might have to do this for tmr too idk if i can catch it live lol #alright time to sleep this race was EXHAUSTING

[transfenris-truther]

Every day I skirt closer to the edge of buying a record player I don't need and don't have space for just so I have an excuse to cover my space in Mountain Goats Album Art.

#Oh these records? #I have to have them for my record player #See? #It's not just because I'm problematically obsessed with just one band #And there are only so many t shirts you can buy before people start to act wierd about it #I'm definitely the type of guy who cares about the meaningful difference between digital and analog music consumption #And not just someone trying to fill the void with merch #I am very normal and cool #Not Da #Personal #Personal bullshit #the mountain goats

[theycallmebecca]

This drabble is for the “Fall In Love” challenge that’s happening right now on all four HBC blogs. This one is written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ 

It’s less “falling in love” and more just fall themed. But oh well. 🤷‍♀️ This was inspired by my niece who is going to be a t-rex for Halloween and is currently obsessed with dinosaurs right now. 

Title: Dinosaur in the Pumpkin Patch

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

It was a beautiful almost-fall afternoon and it seemed silly to spend it inside.

“We should go to the pumpkin patch,” Chris said, obviously thinking along the same lines as you were.

“What’s a pumpkin patch?” yours and Chris’s three-year-old daughter asked. She stood at the coffee table working on a giant puzzle while wearing a green and blue t-rex costume she’d found in a box of hand-me-downs from Chris’s sister’s kids. The homemade costume was a pair of green sweatpants and a hoodie that had blue patches sewn on to it. Topping it all off was a three foot long tail that was strapped around her waist using velcro.

“You’ve been to a pumpkin patch,” Chris reminded her. “We fed the goats last year and went on the hayride.”

“I liked that!” she exclaimed.

“I don’t know if any of that will be available this year,” you said, shooting daggers at Chris. “But we can still pick out a pumpkin.”

“That’s ok, mommy,” the little girl replied. “We can still go. And I can get the bestest pumpkin.”

“You’ll have to change clothes first,” you pointed out.

The little girl furrowed her brow, a habit that came from her dad, and said, “But I want to wear my costume.”

“The tail won’t fit in your car seat,” Chris reasoned. “And we don’t want it to get dirty.”

The little girl pursed her lips before she lifted up her sweatshirt and pulled on one of the straps holding her tail on. It fell to the ground as her feet. “Ta da!” she exclaimed.

“That’s one part of it,” you said with a smile. “Do you need help finding something to wear?”

“But mommy, I’ll fit in my car seat now,” the little girl said. “And I can wear my pink boots to stay clean.”

You looked at Chris for help but he shrugged, unsure of what to do either. The little stinker had gotten around his stipulations as to why she couldn’t wear her costume.

“Let’s go!” the little girl exclaimed. “I want a pumpkin as big as Dodger!”

“I guess we’re going to get a pumpkin,” Chris said.

Thirty minutes later, you and Chris walked hand in hand behind your daughter as she stomped through the rows looking for the best pumpkin. You both ignored the looks that were sent your direction from her appearance. Somethings just weren’t worth fighting.

#theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #Becca writes drabbles #the ce horniest book club #becca makes mood boards #mood boards

[edwardashley]

yet ANOTHER mountain goats concert summary!!!

New lines that Absolutely Slapped being Sung in Unison Live (pt 4)

”hoping you don’t break my stereo, BECAUSE ITS THE ON THING THAT I COULDNT LIVE WITHOUT, SO I THINK ABOUT AND THEN I SORT OF BLACK OUT.” ”i wish the west texas highway was a mobius strip, I could ride it out forever when I feel my heart break” “ONCE YOU’VE SADDLED UP YOUR PONY, BURN DOWN THE PADDOCK!”

all my friends and i before hand “i bet Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapods is too personal for him to play anymore” these second song into the set: hello :) us: SUPRISED PIKACHU DOT JPEG

also i think “this is about a man looking at goldfish and thinking abt his own mortality” really sums up most mountain goats songs

when the music goes silent and everyone together whispers “san bernadino . . . welcomes you . . .”

frankly offensive that the whole crowd didnt know every word to “Getting into Knives” Not me Tho. I’m Ccol Like That. I got every word.

HE PLAYED A SONG FOR FUTURE ALBUM called “In/candescent Ro/dent” and IT SLAPPED

there was one really terrible heckler this time around John had to call him out Twice :(

once again.................being front row at DILF central (excluding the main man himself who i have no lusts for) really doing something to my brain

not gong to repeat myself too much but as usual the whole rest of the set was soooo fucking good and i truly think, if anyone’s just a casual fan of the mountain goats their absolutely electric stage presence WILL turn you into a diehard

im obsessed with when JD does his little hops and Jon does a drum beat like he’s a cartoon character with his own sound effect da;klfdsaljf

anyway of course all the usuals slapped, Southwood Plantation Road, Lion’s Teeth, Waylon Jennings Live, Lakeside Apartment View, Corsican Mastiff Stride, Heel Turn 2, Up the Wolves, No Children, This Year, Sax Rohmer, it was a very satisfying conclusion to Goats Season and the whole band seemed in a great mood!! energy off the charts

[catgirltitties]

I was tagged by @darknovalatte !! (Their post)

Im so very happy you tagged me in this !! Super cool :3

Favorite color : My 3 favorite colors are Yellow/Pink/Blue ! I dont have a single favorite between them, but i am OBSESSED with those three only, every other color kinda sucks to me LOL

Last song : just listened to 30 by Danny Brown. Listened to that song a ton when I was trying to keep myself afloat, its really empowering

Last movie : I think the last movie i watched was Parasite. Havent really watched a ton recently

Last show : Im pretty sure the last one i was watching was breaking bad. I watched it a little past the hype days but i really enjoyed it!

Currently reading : i dont read because im a thembo LOL i need audible stimulation always im not very visual. The last book i read (listened to an audiobook. wait i coulda said that . I can read just i have to hear it) was for school and it was slaughterhouse five.

Tea or coffee : Tea very much so . I dont like bitter too much and sweet tea is so yummy. I drink boba fruit teas when i wanna treat myself!

Sweet spicy or savory? : Sweet. I have a huge sweet tooth and as a person i am sweet in any interpretation of that word !! Im a living piece of cotton candy just like the person that tagged me ;)

Currently working on : Visiting friends (On my way! To an airport rn lmfao), applying to nursing schools, applying for work at a hospital. Its all going down at 23 !!!!

Tag people you want to get to know better!!

shit uhh im too shy to tag some of em, uhh ill just tag my besties to annoy them >:) unless they end up doing it then in that case ur welcome bitch lole

@fresh2definitely my beloved @vaporkin da homie @eyeballruby lets gooo @weirdfishy epic win @todd-rosenstock da legend @mispronouncing-michaelangelo da goat … I will tag other people another time … U guys got this one

#tag game #wow this was so cool

[greenbeany]

You guys like charts and graphs and I'm obsessed with the thought of being accepted.

So let's talk rwby songs tier list.

Of course there's no way to add an "is a dog" category to a tier list so imma have to carry this bitch myself.

So here's each song summed up quickly.

Goat:

Fear

(I have said this multiple times but Fear hits different thinking about the finale of volume 7 or the next episode of volume 8. Fear has somehow capitalised on my... fear...)

From shadows

(I used to hate this. Then I listened to that guitar riff)

This life is mine

(Weiss is fucking metal.)

S tier:

Path of isolation

(Weiss is still metal.)

Divide

(Salem is salty and beautiful and then it goes soft and then there's the screaming and I really like Salem holy shit)

Boop

(the sweetest most innocent song.)

Sacrifice

(I really like villain songs-)

Caffiene

(vague screaming noises)

Celebrate

(nothing bad ever happened. Eeeeverrrr)

Die

(villain songs can step on me)

Hero

(I WOULD DIEEEE)

Bad luck charm

(Its just Jeff screaming that's the best kind of song)

A tier:

Rising

(I love this intro. Its just so good I-)

Until the end

(*breaks down into tears*)

Red like roses part II

(If I concentrate hard enough, I can just about hear Caleb singing it in my head next to Casey and that's the only way to improve the song)

War

(the voice actor for Elm helps sing this and tbh that's the only thing saving Elm's Character)

All that matters

(I don't bumblebee very well but all that matters is sad and I'm crying and-)

All things must die

(ITS VILLAIN SONGS MAN, FEED THEM TO ME)

Dream come true

(it's boop but Pyrrha. Pyrrha doesn't boop great but it makes up for it cause she insults Weiss)

Let's just live

(good song. Why was Oscar not in the intro animation tho)

Home

(you can hear me sobbing on the other side of the Atlantic)

Indomitable

(the crying has stopped. It has been replaced with hollering and bawling)

B tier:

Gold

(sounds like a magical girl song. Penny is my favourite magical girl)

Trust love

(trust love is the catchiest song in the series prove me wrong)

This will be the day

(I set this as my alarm clock for a year. It would probably be s tier if I wasn't a sadist.)

Time to say goodbye

(oh look triple intro)

Like morning follows night

(sun you're a good himbo but Blake prefers Weiss and Yang at this point)

I'm the one

(babey villain song. Its trying it's hardest)

C tier:

I may fall

(it's in c tier because the accoustic version made it look bad)

Its my turn

(Weiss isn't as metal but I'm still here for it)

When it falls

(its uh okay I guess)

Miracle

(it's an intro but not???)

Ignite

(Yang songs get the short end of the stick tbh)

One thing

(is this even a villain song?? You're letting the team down Neo)

Cold

(I don't miss Pyrrha. I miss the fight scenes tho, rip monty :( )

All our days

(only relevant if I want to cry my eyes out)

Neon

(I like the fight. I like the OST version of this song. The lyrics just don't stick with me)

Smile

(#justiceforchameleonbaby)

D tier:

Nevermore

(it's catchy, and that's about it)

Mirror mirror part II

(Weiss is... LoFi)

This time

(I miss sun)

Red like roses part I

(doesn't hold up)

Shine

(I don't miss Pyrrha, I do miss the beacon dance)

Armed and ready

(Yang was better when she was armed)

I burn

(her songs however were not)

E tier:

Forever fall

(I don't miss Pyrrha, I miss Oscar's on screen development)

The triumph

(letting the intros down)

Mirror mirror

(why were none of the trailer songs as good as from shadows? Especially when the trailers themselves were so much better)

Touch the sky

(haha Jaune hair go brrrr)

Wings

(it's too sad for a happy volume)

Big metal shoe

(tbh this slaps I just hate cordovin)

Brand new day

(a bop bop de da de dum bop)

Let's get real

(YOU MADE BOOP. YOU MADE BOOP IN VOLUME 2 AND NOW YOU GIVE ME THIS THING FOR THE KISS???)

F tier

Bmblb

(even if I shipped bmblb I wouldn't like this song I'll be honest)

Not fall in love with you

(???)

Lusus naturae

(I've never heard it I'll be honest)

Lionize

(I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU, WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU, VILLAIN SONGS.)

And that's my opinion on every single fucking rwby song.

Send an ask if you want greater detail

#(she says #knowing nobody will ask) #im sorry bmblb fans #tbh it's entirely Yang i just really don't like Yang #rwby #rwby songs

[lo-55]

Shattered Chains of Fate Ch. 4

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Night has fallen on Chaldeas. Though the globe still casts its red glow across the room, the doom of humanity, it’s too late and Ichigo has been awake for too long for the grief to wash across him like so many waves right now.

He’s summoned another servant today, with the help of technology and Saint Quartz and Cu Chulainn, of course. It was maybe  his fault that he now had two celtic servants. One a caster with vicious loyalty but a habit of hitting on girls, and another that avoided women like the plague and followed Ichigo like the most desperate of puppies.

So now he has four servants to keep up with, and so he’s  tired .

They go off to the next singularity soon. Somewhere in England, in the late nineteenth century. He should really be resting. Getting ready for the next fight. Letting Olga Marie try an fail to teach him even the simple but powerful magecraft that she and Cu specialize in.

Instead, Ichigo finds himself standing in the doorway to the Chaldeas observation room, looking not at the ominous depiction of their future, but the man standing in front of it.

Romani Archiman. Dr. Roman. His shoulders are tense and drawn and his hair is out of its usual pony tail. He looks as tired out as Ichigo feels. When no one’s watching, right now, his green eyes are dull and his humor has faded. When had he last slept? When had any of them?

Mash kept reminding him how important it was to get proper sleep, and maybe it was easier for demi-servants than it is for humans. He doesn’t know. He never thought to ask.

Ichigo comes to a stop beside him.

It is a testament to his exhaustion that Roman doesn’t even notice Ichigo enough to react until he’s been standing there for nearly a full minute. When he does he jumps, startling and in the space between breaths Roman’s demeanor shifts. His eyes crinkle with a smile and he turns to Ichigo, a dozen times more cheerful than he’d been mere seconds before. It’s a startling contrast. From one face to another in less time than it took Ichigo to even realize he’d seen him looking so serious.

Roman was not a serious man. He had a tendency to jump around and get overly excited over seemingly nothing at all. Like cake, and slacking off and a blog he’s obsessed with that is, somehow, still posting online even though the world outside is nothing more than ash and fading memory. Ichigo personally suspects that it’s a prank put together by Da Vinci.

That artist is something of nuisance.

“Ichigo!” Roman’s smile is hard to spot as a fake, when Ichigo doesn’t know to look for it. Now that it is, it’s still hard but he can see the slant to his eyes, the tiny purse of his mouth. Ichigo is no genius, but he likes to think Roman is his friend. And so he does his best to learn to read him.

“Did you need something?” Roman asks, peering curiously at him. Something under Ichigo’s skin hums and crawls. The hiding sets his teeth on edge. Maybe it's because Ichigo himself is such a straight forward person, but he doesn’t much chair for people who hide like this.

And maybe it’s hypocritical, but at the moment he, frankly, doesn’t give a shit.

“You need to sleep,” Ichigo says, his jaw set in a stubborn line.

“Oh! Ah, I just have a little more work to do here before I can do that. See, Sonya wasn’t feeling well earlier and-”

“Roman,” Ichigo grabs his elbow and watches the man jump, like he’s been shocked. He acts like no one’s ever laid a hand on him before in his life.  “Go to sleep. We’re not going to a singularity tomorrow. You can afford rest.”

Still, Roman’s smile turns, tilts, like he’s confused, and this close Ichigo realizes that he’s thrumming with anxiety.

  No wonder he can’t sleep.  

Ichigo is not a genius. And he’s not the best at offering comfort, especially not at times like this. This is a time when they have to step up, when there is no other choice for them than to stand together, and he can’t say he’s entirely sympathetic with the doctor.

But he pulls him, by the elbow, not giving him time to argue as he manhandles him towards the hallway that leads to the dorm rooms. Most of them are empty now, their occupants frozen in cryogenic coffins. Anyone who isn't working is frozen, in fact. All of the staff that had died during the initial explosion had been dragged out, sometimes in pieces, and laid in the snow and ice outside the facility. It would preserve them for the time being. And with Ichigo around, so too were the ghosts.

It had started with Marie, but by now most of the dead staff have started to drink in his reitsu, to supplement themselves. If they take enough, they can even interact with the world around them, though it leaves Ichigo exhausted if too many do it at once. It’s like vampires, but they're eating his soul instead of drinking his blood. And in any case, it keeps the chains in the chest from eating their way up.

Marie had explained, very vaguely because her family specialized in astronomy not ghosts, that if those chains vanished entirely they would have less ghosts and more ghouls. Which was bad.

They pass twelve of them on the way to their destination.

“Ichigo, please,” Roman tries to tug his arm out of Ichigo’s hand, but out of the two of them it’s no contest who the stronger one is. “I have work-”

“You’re no good if you work yourself to death!” Ichigo snaps. He closes the door behind them with a tap to the pad on the wall and tosses Roman bodily onto the bed.

Roman scrambles to sit, blinking at their surroundings in confusion.

It’s almost the same as the last time they’d been there, during their first meeting ever. The only difference is that there’s a pair of jeans in the corner and a picture of his sisters and his mom on the desk under the window now.

“This is…”

“My room,” Ichigo finishes for him. He runs his fingers through his hair, his customary scowl in place. This was probably stupid but-

“You said you come here to relax, right? To goof off and slack on your duties. Well, relax. Marie’s still around so it’s not like you’re the acting director anymore.”

Roman gapes at him like a fish.

“But- But-”

“Shut up,” Ichigo orders tersely. He’s already second guessing his initial reaction but he wasn’t gonna leave Roman there to stare at their doom and he doesn’t have the damn poetry of words to convince him that they’ll rise above their challenges. “And go to sleep. Chaldea will be here in the morning, and so will the past.”

Roman slowly gathered his limbs together underneath him. He looks at Ichigo, confusion written across his face and it’s all Ichigo can do not to snap at him. Roman is a doctor and grown ass man. He should know better than to neglect himself.

To be fair, Goat Face is also and doctor and grown ass man, and Ichigo doesn’t trust him to so much as feed himself.

“O-kay,” Roman says at last, drawing the words out and his face finally softens, with fondness and truth. Some of the lie slips away. “Okay. But what about you, Ichigo? You need to sleep too. You’re supporting multiple servants and multiple ghosts, now.”

Ichigo hadn’t even thought about that.

He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I dunno. I can just sleep in a chair or something.”

“No!” Roman shakes his head. “No, that’s not acceptable. As your doctor I have to advise against it.”

“ ‘as your doctor’? What the hell kinda crap are you going on about?” Ichigo scowls deeper.

“You need to sleep, in a real bed. Honestly. We can just share.”

“Excuse me?”

“Like a sleep over in a movie!”  

“... You were homeschooled, weren’t you?”

“Eh?!”

“Fine, whatever,” Ichigo was too tired to deal with this. In the morning he’ll kick himself, and maybe Roman, but for now all he can think of is turning the lights off and getting some sleep, at last.

And if it’s easier to sleep when the living are next to him and not when he’s haunted only by figurative ghosts instead of literal ones, no one will even be the wiser.

*

It’s not so much a house as it is a room where he can simply exist.

It’s small, single story and a basement that still smells faintly like lightning and copper and a strange magecraft. One that he can’t quite place, one that he’s never encountered before.

Ichigo doesn’t ask about the old owners and Waver Velvet, who gets pissed every time Ichigo doesn’t call him something stupid like Lord Elmeloi the fifth or whatever, hadn’t volunteered any information.

Ichigo spends a few minutes looking around. There’s a fold out couch in the living room and the kitchen is stocked with none perishables and frozen meats. The bedroom has runes carved above the door and the window, offering Ichigo a modicum of protection from what might be out there. There’s a bed big enough for his whole family and then some, and the closet has a few changes of clothes. Three suits, of all things, and a familiar mystic code.

White and black, it’s a body suit he’d been given early on. His Chaldea combat uniform.

The material feels like silk but Ichigo knows better than to think it is. It’s tough enough to hold up to arrows and fire and more than he wants to think of. He’d only taken blunt force trauma when he’d worn it. There were three spells woven into the fabric, and Ichigo wonders what it will be like to wear it again before he dismisses the idea.

Ichigo wonders just what Waver had thought Ichigo was going to be doing here, that he needed this.

He goes to the basement.

It’s bigger than he would have expected, and there are weapons lined on the walls. Spears, swords, and bows, and a range setup with dummies stuffed with straw.

There are no windows, to hide him from curious eyes. Any non-mags who finds out about magic is sentenced to death, and that is part of why Ichigo hasn’t told his family about his escapades. His wars.

Kon walks past him at the foot of the stairs. Along another wall is a shelf built into the stone foundations, filled with texts and materials that Ichigo can recognize instantly.

He’d never been good at spell work on his own, but he can use the magic equivalent of chemistry just fine. And, on top of that, after Babylonia a certain goddess had magnanimously taken time out of her ever so busy schedule to teach him the graceful art of gem magic.

Or rather, a stuck up deity who Ichigo had bribed to be his friend had taught him how to shove magic energy into rocks he could throw at people to blow them the fuck up.

Combined with the runes that Cu had spent years drilling into his head, Ichigo could survive a regular mage battle fine on his own, if he had time to prepare. And war has made him paranoid, so he starts taking stock of everything that he’d been given.

Evil bones, dragon scales, eternal gears, crystals of several types and a mystic gunpowder. A few feathers, and a jar of scarabs. Chalk, too, and strong thread that’s more like fishing line.

There’s also, definitely for the best, a fire extinguisher in the corner.

“What kinda place is this, Ichigo?” Kon finally asks. He pokes at a jar of red liquid on top of the thick desk that Ichigo has been given. It’s all and all not very personalized, but for Ichigo’s purposes it’s more than enough. Especially given that Ichigo’s purpose was to sit somewhere where his dad wasn’t. Where he didn’t have to think about the spirits or the hollows or the shinigami, however briefly that might be.

“It’s just a house, Kon. A… friend of mine owns it. Think of it as our secret hide out,” Ichigo waves his hand around, idly.

“A secret hide out huh… I get it!” Kon bounced towards him, his soft paws scuffing lightly on the concrete floor. “This is a place to bring girls!”

Ichigo snorts and punts the plushie towards the stairs. “What girl is gonna hand around a creapy basement with you, huh? What are you a serial killer?”

“More like a lady killer! Or I could be, if I just had a body to call my own. Hey, you said I could borrow yours, remember!”

“I didn’t forget. Sorry, we’ve been busy,” Ichigo steps over him and climbs back up to the totally normal looking house above, with Kon on his heels. He lets out a soft breath. It feels too warm above ground, but Ichigo opens the windows and lets the sunlight pour inside upon his skin, lets the wind pull at his hair and dance through the drapes. “I’ll let you have it tonight, okay?”

“But nothing in this town ever happens at night!” Kon whines. When Ichigo sits on the couch he climbs up to flop across his lap, pouting.

“Just try to stretch your legs, and you can have some time on the weekend, deal?”

Kon considers him suspiciously before he nods, once.

“Deal.”

They sit together in the sunlight, in the foreign house, with the spring air cooling them until his phone goes off. Rukia, of course, because work doesn’t give him much of a break.

It’s alright. Sometimes a few minutes to breath is enough.

* *

Rukia Kuchiki is  not the first Shinigami that Ichigo has ever encountered.

There was another, a man who had taken to following their group around North America.

They met in 1783. He was… strange. And admittedly, it was a strange situation that they had found each other in. He’s pretty sure Shinigami don’t normally hang around Alcatraz, but what does he know? The island is infested with all sorts of monsters and guarded by one of the oldest heroes of written legend.

Beowulf. Powerful and vicious, battle hungry but not necessarily cruel. He’d even let them pass into the fortress after just a ‘test’ fight against a dragon.

They, or rather Ichigo, find the Shinigami with Sita, sitting next to her in the deepest prison of Alcatraz. Florence Nightingale is somewhere above them, charging headlong after him with Rama strapped to her back. He’s in bad shape, his curse slowly consuming his body, and Sita is their only chance to save him. Even without Beowulf the prison is crawling with dangerous creatures of all types.

Ichigo finds Sita first.

But she is not unguarded and Ichigo curses himself for leaving his servants upstairs to handle the chaos there.

Ichigo is more than capable of handling celtic soldiers, who fall beneath his vicious attacks and his steadily strengthening magic. The more he uses it the stronger it gets, and his body is adapting quickly to the strain it puts upon him. It’s only been a year or so and he can already go toe to toe with most average mages. A simple soldier with a spear is well within his abilities.

This man, Ichigo can tell with a second of inspection, is not.

He doesn’t have the same energy as a servant. And he’s dressed in clothes that aren’t celtic or american. He’s dressed like he’s from japan.

A black kosado and hakama. All black, with curly brown hair that’s nearly past his shoulders and brown eyes that almost fool Ichigo into thinking that he’s harmless.

But people are more themselves when they aren’t being watched, and this man, older than Ichigo and, he realizes, most certainly dead, has no idea he’s been seen.

He looks at Sita like she’s some kind of puzzle, like some game that he doesn’t know all the rules to. Ichigo stays a moment, and watches him watch her until Sita realizes that she has a visitor.

“Oh!”

She leans forwards on the bed, and right through the stranger, who half turns to look at Ichigo over his shoulder. He’s not interested in him though, not really. He can see it.

Roman is hiding something.

Something important, and he doesn’t know what but he does know now how to recognize when someone is hiding something. Even if it wasn’t for Roman, it’s not only heroes he’s summoned. There is an assassin class, and his heroes have their flaws. Their secrets. Each singularity is it’s own mystery and they are full of liars and tricksters and more than ever before Ichigo has a bone deep appreciation for people who are plain and true.

Ichigo crosses his arms over his chest and stares right at the ghost.

“You’re Sita, right? Rama’s wife?”

“My Lord Rama? Is he here?” she rushes to her feet, all red hair and fire the flutters like an ember on the wind. Not like Rama, who burns anything in his path if he must.

Ichigo nods, once. He lets the stranger inspect him too. There’s the smallest amount of stubble around his chin, like he hasn’t shaved in a while. And he’s armed. Saber class.

“Yes. But he’s injured. We need your help to heal him.”

Ichigo finally breaks eye contact with the ghost. He steps backwards and points his fist at the lock on the door. Sita hurries to brace herself and he shoots it off with a vicious Gandr. When he uses them on living things, he’s lucky to stun them. On inanimate objects, they blow up. He doesn’t get it, but that’s his life. Becuase fuck him, obviously.

“Yes!” Sita agrees eagerly. Her smile is equal parts soft and fierce. “If I can be of use to him, then I’ll do whatever I can.”

“Okay,” Ichigo stands away from the prison door. “Stand back,” he orders, and she steps back into the cell, against the door. The ghosts watches him raise his hand, holding up his fist at the door. The mystic code hums across his skin and he feeds his own mana into it. There’s a flash of pale blue and red and the lock explodes in shards of steel, just as they’re joined by others.

Rama comes stumbling around the corner, his fine clothes stained with blood and his body frayed at the edges. He looks bad. The hold in his chest is starting to gape and glow gold at the edges.

Ichigo hears the ghost suck in a sharp breath and he takes a step towards Rama before Ichigo cuts him off, blocking him from his friends. Sita rushes to him.

“Sita!” Rama reaches out around him and Ichigo can’t understand how he’s even on his feet. How deep does his love for his wife run? “Damn it, my vision is blurry. I can’t see anything…”

“I’m here!” Sita falls to his side as Rama collapses, finally succumbing to his festering wound. Ichigo watches, his hands clenched at his sides as Mash explains about Cu Chulainn Alter, and his Gae Bolg.

Ichigo stands back, with his Cu at his side. The caster leans on his staff, watching Sita gently stroke her husbands hair. They will never meet, and it drives pain into Ichigo’s chest on their behalf.

“Well. Fuck.” Cu says bluntly.

Ichigo snorted. “Yeah. That sums it all up pretty well.”

The ghost tries to take another step, but Ichigo catches his hand.

He spins, his brown eyes wide. “You- You can see me.”

“Well yeah. No shit,” Ichigo says aloud. Caster peers at him curiously, but Ichigo just taps the corner of his eye. A ghost, and Cu nods and leans back again. Even amongst his heroic spirits he’s an oddity. Not all of them can see ghosts. Only the ones that attack them, and more than once has Ichigo had to forcibly guide them into striking true.

Cu is a bit better. He hasn’t told him explicitly but Ichigo suspects that Scathach is somehow related to the afterlife. The land of shadows sounds like it should be full of ghosts.

Ichigo let’s go when the ghost pulls at his hand, peering at Ichigo. It’s funny, watching someone pull a metaphorical mask onto their face. This one is a kind person, someone who’s harmless, but Ichigo can still see them. He is armed and his eyes betray him, as eyes so often do.

Sharp and intelligent. Like a cat watching him.

“I suppose you do have some reitsu. But to be able to see me, is still not an easy feat.”

Ichigo frowns. “I do? It feels like all of it’s being sucked out by everyone at Chaldea…”

“Excuse me?” he blinks at Ichigo a couple of times.

“Nevermind. There’s just some people who are sucking up my reitsu so they don’t disappear, you know?”

And now even the ghost was looking at him like he’s crazy. Great. Awesome.

The glittering glow of Sita’s body dissolving interrupts them, and Ichigo turns to face his servants with a hard clench of his jaw. Rama slowly sits up, sorrow over taking his features. Even in a holy grail war, he will never meet his wife again.

“We should go,” Ichigo says quietly. “We still have to go east. We have to finish what we started. Rama, are you ready?” Ichigo goes to him, and offers him his hand. Rama takes it and stands.

“Yes. My body does not falter. I renew my vows now, Master of Chaldea. I, Rama, King of Kosala, will fight at your side. I shall not be defeated again. This I swear!” He bows his head to Ichigo, this proud, powerful king.

“Yes,” Liz steps up, a noble countess with her chin lifted and her eyes defiant. “We will win, for you our master!”

“We will rip out the root of the infection,” Nightingale agrees, smacking her hands together. Her red eyes burn with a ferocity that would make lesser men tremble.

Mash nods, shortly and firmly. “I will put my faith in Master, and follow his lead.”

“You already know that I will strike down your enemies,” Medusa adds, her long hair swaying with the promise of poisons.

“Lead the way, Master,” Cu claps his shoulder and Ichigo looks each of the mover in turn. Finally, he speaks.

“I swear I told you to use my damn name. You’re all so dramatic.”

Cu laughs at him, and Ichigo starts the long walk. From Alcatraz to Washington.

Only now they have a tag along. The ghost insists on following them along, because apparently Ichigo and the singularity is dangerous enough to warrant his attention. Which is  great .

“What do I call you then,” Ichigo asks, side-eying his newest companion.

He tilts his head, sending brown waves spilling across his shoulders.

“Mmmm. Kyo,” he says after a minute.

“...That is  not a real name.”

* * *

“So, your friend, the Lord, how do you know him?”

Ichigo looks up at Rukia. She’s standing over his bed that night. Chad is asleep in the corner, passed out after a study session run long.

“Who, Waver? We met a while ago.”

Ichigo scoots back on the bed, until his back is to the wall and he can sit, criss cross, looking at her. Waver had come to town earlier, on business as much as to see Ichigo. They’d talked, briefly, in front of the school earlier until Ichigo had had to rush off. Not before Waver had extracted a promise to meet up with him a few days in the future. Apparently there was some weird shit going on in town that had nothing to do with Ichigo and his friends, but was now his problem because he was a mage.

A two bit one, but still.

“How?” Rukia asks, narrowing her eyes at him if only slightly.

Ichigo considers telling her everything, but it’s a bit too much to believe.

‘I time travelled for three years trying to stop the incineration of humanity and I met him as a demi servant and his old servant because he fought for a holy grail and oh yeah did I mention i punched god?’

Yeah, no. Even shinigami didn’t go time travelling. He’d checked. It didn’t help that most shinigami were so out of touch with the living world that even three hundred years ago they didn’t know much about human magics or the goings on. Before the fall of the age of gods humans and spirits had been closer, had almost lived together. Ereshkigal had told him some of how it worked, four thousand years ago, but he’s certain things have changed. For one, she is clearly not in charge of the afterlife anymore. Which begs the question of just where she had gone.

To the reverse side of the world? Or somewhere else entirely?

“After Chaldea,” he says instead, picking over his words with as much care as he can, “After the explosion of Chaldea, their patrons, the Clock Tower in London, sent someone to see what was happening. And to take stock in the situation. Waver was the one that they sent.

“Apparently he gets the ‘problem children’ a lot.” And that was what they were, really. He and Mash, they were just teenagers. Even now. Eighteen….

Eighteen is not enough years for what he’s seen, what he’s done. For the choices he’s had to make.

“No wonder they sent him for you,” Rukia snorts at him, but there’s a smile at the corner of her mouth and Ichigo fights not to return it. Instead he scowls, as he usually does.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand dismissively at her. “I’m going to get a drink. Do you wanna come with?”

“No,” she shakes her head and he stands and leaves her in his bedroom. His dad is in the clinic. He’s been avoiding Ichigo for weeks, ever since that day in the cemetery and Ichigo is fine with that. He’s still angry.

Yuzu and Karin are up in their own room, and the lower half of the house is quiet. Ichigo pours himself some water and takes a few minutes to calm himself. Waver has him on edge, and more than that…

Something is coming. He doesn’t know what, yet, but his instincts are hissing in the back of his mind, louder and louder ever since he took Rukia’s power as his own. Something is something. Something dangerous. Something deadly. Some change he has no idea how to see or stop.

His cup is covered in a thin layer of frost.

Ichigo stares down at it.

The cold spreads across the surface, white eating over the glass. Elegant swirls of frozen leaves spread out from his finger tips.

He pours out the water and puts the cup away, trying not to think about it.

Because even with Ichigo, even with magic and ghosts and all the other shit in his life, he’s never frozen anything. He isn’t fucking Jack Frost.

He goes back upstairs, trying not to think about it, and helps Rukia rouse Chad to send him on his way home. There’s work to be done. A smarter man would ask about the ice. Would mention it to Rukia. Would wonder if the two aren’t connected.

And Ichigo is not stupid, but he’s maybe a little too used to strange things happening and learning the why at a later date.

* * * *

The acrid smell of burning flesh sears into his mind. Into his soul. Choking him, smoke curled into his lung like an ash made cat that tears claws into the soft tissue.

It’s red. Red, red, red everywhere. Fire singes along the edges of reality. The earth hovers, red and burning and doomed from the start. Doomed from babylonia, doomed from the present and the now.

Mash lays in front of him. Crushed, broken. No shield, no armor, just a dead little girl, reaching for his hand.

Yuzu and Karin are sprawled apart from eachother and they never should be, never should be, because they are twins, they were born together nothing should ever tear them apart-

Isshin. Isshin and his mother, they lie beside a river that runs with fire instead of water. Bloody, broken, staring at Ichigo.

The air shifts and the glittering shine of gold spins around him with a scream. His servants, his friends, cut down and torn apart and left only as glitter that roars their betrayal at him. At his failure. He is the master, the center of power, but he cannot fight on his own. He is powerless in the face of the hulking monster that drags itself out of the rubble to kill him.

He takes a step back, fear clogging his throat. Lahmu crawl across the broken rubble of Fuyuli, of Uruk, of Rome and London and Camelot. His foot hits something. He doesn’t look down, he doesn’t need to. Orange and green and white. White and gold and black. Romani, laid to waste.

He is helpless. Powerless. His command spells are gone and he has failed. Lost.

Fire roars at his throat and-

He’s punched in the face by the smell of perfume.

Ichigo looks up at the sky. Pale blue, a few whisps of cloud floating across it.

He drinks in air. Air that tastes like flowers instead of ashes and death.

Something soft touches his shoulder and it’s only familiarity that keeps him from lashing out.

Lavender eyes peer down at him. It’s his hand on his shoulder. His Caster.

His Merlin.

“Wha- I’m in a dream?” Ichigo sits, slowly, and Merlin helps him up. A warm hand on his shoulder and guilt in his eyes.

“Yes. I’m sorry,” Merlin shakes his head, mournfully. “I normally call you here before they can set in, but I was distracted this time…”

“Distracted,” Ichigo repeats dumbly. “Wait. So every time you’ve brought me here, it’s because I was going to have a nightmare?”

“I did tell you, once. Incubi are made of dreams. And I, as half of one, gain my sustenance out of them as well. Bad dreams are sour, so I don’t want yours to-”

“Cut the crap,” Ichigo elbows him lightly in the side. “Just tell me the truth. We’re friends and you don’t want to see me suffering.”

Merlin can only stare at him for a second. “... I always forget how brazen you are, Ichigo. You never have minced your words. You really consider me a friend, do you?”

“Of course I do! And don’t try to give me any shit about we can’t be friends because I’m human. I’m not anymore, remember. I’m a shinigami.”

“Yes, yes. And isn’t that ironic? I, unable to die, and you a creature made of death.”

“You make a bad philosopher. Stick to being a dreamer, Merlin.”

Merlin merely laughs at him, a softness in the wind, and Ichigo sits with him until the sun comes up outside his bedroom window.

* * * * *

What was with people and coming in through his window?

Ichigo stares at the man, Urahara, that is sitting on his window sill. Kon is having a minor panic attack in his arms, flailing around. Rukia has left. Vanished with only a note to tell them not to look for her and if she thinks Ichigo will listen to it, she doesn’t know him very well at all. Ichigo has never been one to abandon his friends, even if they don’t explain what’s happening or why they’re in trouble.

Ichigo will go after her, but first he needs to figure out how to turn into a shinigami again. Kon is no help, he’s too busy running around for Ichigo to dig his pill form out of his plush body. And this man…

His timing is too good. Is he some kind of clairvoyant, like Gilgamesh? Or just a man with far too many cards in his hand to play?

Whatever the case, Ichigo is strangely glad that he’s here. Without Rukia’s glove and with Kon losing his mind, Ichigo needs help to get out of his body.

“So you’ll pop me out of my body,” Ichigo says, eying his cane, “Just because Rukia is a regular customer. Is your shop really that slow?” He definitely has too much time on his hands.

“That’s right!” the man practically sings and Ichigo could swear for an instant his eyes were lavender instead of grey. He’s like a strange mix of Merlin and Da Vinci.

And isn’t  that a scary thought?

“...Yeah, okay. I’d appreciate the help.”

Kisuke pushes his cane through Ichigo’s chest and he pops out the other side like a weasel.

Ichigo carefully lays his body in bed and covers it up. It’s almost two in the morning and normal humans are asleep, including his family. He picks a few small rocks out of his school bag, simple stones with straight lines carved onto them. He eyes Kisuke, still sitting in the window.

“When I get back from this, I’ve got a couple of questions for you,” he says, marching up to Kisuke, who flicks his fan out over his mouth. Only his eyes are visible and those are still hidden in shadow.

“Oh? I can’t imagine what you’d ask a simple shop keeper like me…”

“Plenty,” Ichigo says plainly. He plants his hand next to Kisuke’s head and leans over him. “But for now. Get out of my room.”

He pushes him straight out the window, and onto the lawn beneath. Ichigo figures that he’s probably tough enough to take a little tumble. He trusts Kisuke to be fine before he jumps out the window after him. He needs to get to Rukia. He can feel it. Something is happening.

His instincts hiss that he needs to  move .

He follows the feeling of coolness and wind and snowflakes that he can almost see. It’s joined by another feeling, something clean and pale and just a little bit angry, thin threads that wrap together to be stronger.. Uryuu.

He needs to hurry.

Ichigo sprints across the city, pouring on his speed. Faster and faster until he swears he’s running on the wind.

He turns the corner.

Uryu on the ground, Rukia not far. Two Shinigami. Red hair and black. The red head with his sword lifted above Uryu’s head, ready to strike.

Ichigo swings his sword off his back and the streets cracks and erupts beneath the sudden force of his power. It throws the shinigami, Renji Abarai, off of his feet.

“Huh? Who are you? Who’s orders are you here on?” he barks.

Ichigo ignores him. He touches Uryu’s shoulder, making sure he’s still in one piece, and pours Mana into his human body. It should be enough to jump start his own healing process. Mana transference is about all Ichigo is good for anyhow.

“What did you…?” Uryu looks up at him, bewildered.

“Later,” Ichigo says. He blocks the blow that comes from behind, bracing himself against the ground.

“I get it,” Renji pushes down hard, his eyes wild. He feels like fire and venom and bone. “You’re the one that stole Rukia’s powers! Because of you, she’s going to be executed!”

Ichigo’s blood runs cold. Rukia. Executed? For helping him? For giving him the power to protect his friends, his family?

No. He will not allow it.

“That’s bullshit!” Ichigo throws him back, power surging through him. His own anger and the energy that Rukia has given him. Cold coursing through his veins. “Rukia was just helping, she saved us! Isn’t that what your job is?!”

“She broke the rules is what she did. What’s a few human lives to a shinigami? She should have never done that.”

A few human-

Ichigo throws himself at Renji with vicious abandon. Renji is fast but Ichigo is strong, Rukia is strong, and it’s her power that lets him swing his sword with utmost surety.

Still, it’s hard to keep up when Renji won’t shut up. Something about menos and children and then he asks Ichigo’s swords name.

He frowns and racks his brain. That feels like something he should know. On the tip of his tongue. His sword. Rukia’s sword. Does it have a name?

Renji takes his silence for ignorance and he’s not wrong.

He puts his sword in front of him and it glows faintly red. The taste of fire and bone is stronger.

“A shinigami’s zanpakuto is the true form of their soul, it’s their true power. And this is mine! Now Roar, Zabimaru!”

Ichigo watches the sword change, grow fangs and cracks. A Noble Fantasm? No, it’s much weaker. He looks at Renji, looks harder at his power. He’s strong, probably stronger than Ichigo but is he stronger than Ichigo and Rukia together? This will have to be a battle where he can’t rely on brute strength.

The sword swings and the cracks pull apart until it’s a glorified whip with teeth and Ichigo jumps back to dodge it. The stones weigh heavy in his pocket and his mind whirls. No longer a saber, no longer capable of simply attacking and slashing until he’s won.

“Give up already! You’re 2000 years too young to beat me!”

And maybe Renji would be right. Maybe he would be too much for Ichigo to handle, in another life. Maybe if he really was just a fifteen year old kid, shihakusho more green than black, he would leave him laying in a puddle of blood without breaking a sweat.

But Ichigo is not fifteen. He is eighteen and he has fought eight wars. He has ended extinction and walked the land of the dead, and demons, and stood amongst stars. He has fought and bled and killed and died, and he has done it all for his family, his friends.

And now.

Now these two are trying to take another friend. They are trying to steal Rukia, to punish her for saving him and giving him strength enough to fight.

And he will not allow it.

His temper howls, blood rushing into his ears and battle fury washes over his skin.

Beneath it, beneath that hot fire that has driven him for so much of his life there’s something else. Something cold and foreign, frost on a window pane in summertime, snow floating around a campfire.

He lunges for Renji.

Renji is forced to release his noble phantasm, his zanpakuto. It lashes out, a segmented whip that bites the pavement with terrible teeth. Ichigo takes it in stride, catches it’s glinting teeth in his own too-long blade and twirls it like spaghetti around a knife. The teeth catch and hold, Renji’s eyes go wide and Ichigo yanks him forward with his zanpakuto.

He takes one hand off his own sword and drives it into Renji’s jaw. His teeth click and blood spurts between his lips before he drops like a lead balloon.

With Renji at his feet Ichigo turns to face Rukia and the man in the white cloak. He tilts his long blade, letting Renji’s zanpakuto slide off. On the ground it glows faintly red and returns to its original form.

“Are you next then?” Ichigo asks, his voice careful and calm even as the wrold inside him rages. Plans pick up and he reads this mans strengths. He’s leagues ahead of Ichigo but even still…

Ichigo is not the type to run. He is not the type to give up. No matter that Rukia is screaming at him to. He won’t-

He twists and blocks the blow he had barely ever seen, his sword moving faster than his mind.

Surprise registers on the man’s face, muted and little more than a twist of his mouth and a twitch of his eyes. Ichigo shoves him away, but he wasn’t fast enough.

Blood seeps out of his back. The cut it shallow, it won’t slow him down but the fact remains. He got hit.

Faster, whispers a voice in the back of his head. A memory, a premonition. He blocks the next attack but only just and under the force of the drawn sword, his own begins to crack. No. No, he will not lose, not like this.

He shoves the man back and flings one of the stones at him, shooting a burst of Mana through it. The man in white has to move fast to avoid the fire that erupts in front of him.

“Ichigo?” Rukia stares at him, her mouth open. “What was that?!”

“I’m not that great at magic,” Ichigo admits, tossing another stone up and down in his hand. He never takes his eyes off of his enemy. “In fact, I wouldn’t even call myself a real mage. I’m pretty second rate at this stuff. But this much… This much I can do.”

He shoots another stone at the shinigami in front of him, who’s name he never did get, and grins when he’s forced to release his own zanpakuto. He’s glad about it, but Rukia is screaming at him.

The air fills with glittering flower petals and Ichigo tastes steel, feels the weight of ‘Duty’ and ‘Honor’ and the scent of sakura blossoms wash across his skin.

They surge at him, a tidal wave of power, danger. Each one is a blade and Ichigo cannot dodge of block them all. Even still, he will not run. He will-

  Protect Rukia!  

Fine.

Cold chases through his body, Rukia’s power surges. Ichigo gives his strength over to it, pours his reitsu into the sword as he once did his saber’s and the sound of bells echoes around him.

A ribbon flutters graceful in front of his face and he swings, running on instinct alone.

The wave of flower petals is stopped in its tracks. Frozen in a circle of ice that reaches towards the sky.

Ichigo is aware, from the shock on the faces of the people around him, that he’s just done something impossible. Again.

Oh well.

He turns again to the Shinigami, bringing his blade in front of him. Not his, Rukia’s. He was going to save her-

“Rikujōkōrō.”

Ichigo shouted when light, six straight rectangles of it, slammed into his stomach. He froze, unable to move. The ice shattered and the blades inside of it floated back to their master, reforming into a single sword. This time, Ichigo couldn’t block. He could do nothing as the blade pierced him twice, and the light faded.

He tried. He did. He would crawl if he had to but-

“Stay alive, for just a little longer, Ichigo. And if you follow me, I will never forgive you.”

He can recognize what she’s doing. She’s drawing the man, Byakuya, and the newly awakened Renji away from him. She is protecting him, and the helplessness is acid on his tongue.

He was left, bleeding, dying, on the streets of Karakura.

* * * * * *

#Ichigo Kurosaki #BAMF!Ichigo Kurosaki #Ichigo Kurosaki is Ritsuka Fujimaru #well sorta #romani archaman #renji abarai #byakuya kuchiki #rukia kuchiki #kyo (SCoF) #bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach/fate grand order #Kon bleach #Merlin Fate/Grand Order

[collxpsedhexrt]

Matchup tingsss 🥺👉👈

just a warning i type this in a shit post format bc im too scared to talk about myself in a grammatically correct manner because i hate myself

huge note: my type is BIG w big ol shoulders and big and tall and did i mention big so yeah cuddles ok thanks bye i also updated a photo of me- bc i suck at describing my appearance

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ok so anyways lets a gO

NOTE: i dont label my sexuality sorry idc who to swing for ion like swinging i like hugging thanks ok bye also im EXTREMELY mentally and emotionally unstable haha ok thanx 🥺😳💅

꧁𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎꧂

I am 163cm and 190lb (I am also very peculiar about knowing my exact measurements, height, and weight all the time?? Confusion???)

I am one pasty ass bitch despite being (excuse the lele pons moment) LaTiNa👁👄👁,,, I have very long warm black hair that is either wavy or borderline kinky curls no in between,,,, I have amber eyes and have FrEcKlEs everywhere but not like super intense,,, i could probably put a photo (and i will at the end-) bc idk how to describe my ugly ass morbidly obese bleached walrus headass face tbh??

Not to be an annoying basic bitch but i supposedly have an hourglass figure but im more plump so ig i have a more motherly appearance- idk tbh my body dysmorphia says i look like patrick star on my 600lb life so lets get poggers in the chat, tea?? tea sis?? who’d knock me tf up im ugly doe ahaha 👁👄👁

꧁𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢꧂

hngh i never stop apologizing- even if u knock me down multiple times ill keep going back to you and forgiving you, and thats on daddy issues

im an empath and like a lot of spiritual stuff like tarot and stuff,,, wont get too into it bc im inexperienced

GIFTED.CHILD.BURNOUT.

also bc i like gaming i can be “one of the bros” and tbh i LOVE being a semi-stereotypical jock-like gamer boy like “oHH YEASAH *crushes soda can on my head* GAMING TIME BOOOYYYYSSS” and i kinda forget im a girl sometimes bc i (gross warning) can like,,, burp wit da bois 😳👉👈,,,,

I am an INFJ-T (the T means im a shitshow!) and ion wanna get too much into my uh,,, issues w/ eating,,,, but basically lets say it causes a lot of dizziness on my end but like im still obese so its ok lol

also im like,,,,, the runt of the group like literally nobody likes me (at least thats what i tell myself aHEM-)

and also i have eXTREEEEEEEME trust issues like holy fuck nobody can catch a break

Oh shit wait i should say idk what i am in terms of sexuality literally nothing fits me ahaha but i am an afab female lady girl as far as i know bc im not currently in a safe place to explore these things, Jimbo!

also im so sorry for being messy im spacing things out so it can be an organized mess im so so sorry i love you anf thank you for taking your time to read this i love you and appreciate you!!

I am a libra sun, and a pisces moon and rising so that means im a crybaby bitch but to the third power (^3)

oh shit yeah im also a hufflepuff

basically i like to make everyone laugh and im not good with serious shit but when it comes down to it sometimes i can take on a maternal role when comforting friends but u will never get me to admit it..... wait-

꧁𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜꧂

ART ART AND MORE ART OH MY GOD FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK SO MUCH ART- im specifically into the character design and i actually plan on going into game development in coolegg

👁👄👁👉👈

i havent sang seriously in like,,,, years tho bc my choir teacher kicked me out the choir bc my brother was having a life saving surgery the day of a performance anD I NEVER FORGOT IT KAREN. meaning ion let shit go like that bc im an insecure and emotionally broken biTCH

ok i love games- from little big planet, outlast 1/2, detroit become human, beyond two souls, TO OVERWATCH YES I LOVE YOU OVERWATCH, and aminal crossigng uwu

ok so anyways i mean yeah uh,,, i also like writing poetry sometimes and writing but im like yuri (ddlc) and cant help but be borderline pretentious with using over complicated words despite my shit grammar here lol

but yeah

i also live on a farm and i love taking care of my chickens duckies turkies andn pheasants mvmvmbm,,,, i lvoe themn,,,,fhfjdjd,,, OMG I USED TO HAVE GOATS AND GUINEA HENS BUT FUCKINGNG CORONA VIRUS MADE IT HARD TO CARE FOR THEM SO WE HAD TO SELL THEM AND HMMMMMMM ANGERY

but on another note i hav doggies and uwu!!! they v cute best dogeis ever 100/10 recommend these dogies,,,,

꧁𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜꧂

im a hermit and quarantine is just fun to me

I have a high pitched voice so my friends deemed me the god of anime voice thank u

But honestly i find my voice creepy, it’s as if my voice is ghostly and haunting. That’s in real life, but say we called on discord.... I’m loud and obnoxious but i always make people laugh, only when im on a call like that does my personality change so much.

im an amazing host tbh,,, “Hey- I have tea, coffee, coffee with foam, water, milk, juice, soda, and i could make you some food!” “Do you want some popcorn? Are you sure? Do you need a blanket? Would you like for me to turn on the humidifier?” I WILL SPOIL PPL ROTTEN WITH LOVE AFFECTION FOOD AND DRINKS GALORE

“hhnngh,,, maybe if im good enough of a host it will fill the void,,,”

oh also i have a weird accent bc im puerto rican

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UPDATE: ADDED LIKES/DISLIKES!!! and love tings

꧁𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎꧂

my love language is physical touch mainly but i can channel it through making food n stuffs uwu

I rarely if ever fall in love. but when i do, i crash hard. I become putty in the person’s hands, willing to take (metaphorical) beating after beating and insults and cruelty just for their love to be reciprocated. I become totally helpless and obsessive, memorizing their schedule and things they like. Treasuring every memory of when we can be physically close to one another, platonically or not... I become my “best self” and my performance rate drastically increases, but my mental state drastically decreases. I become horribly depressed and anxious, always making meticulously calculated movements and always showing that im willing to support them with everything.

I particularly have a thing for tall guys with big shoulders.

꧁𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜꧂

OK THIS IS UNDERRATED BUT I LOOOVE PEWDIEPIE PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST LOVE HIS HUMOR ANDN,,,,, 🥺👉👈

god i just- idk i have mixed feelings abt amberlynn reid bc obviously shes super hurt n stuff but shes done so much crap i just HNNGNHH,,,, ANGERY,,, but i show support sometimes but i aint ever giving her my money by subscribing

I also like (cue the angry mob) fnaf-

homestuck and harry potter r also LIFE

i dont like when ppl are egotistical unless theyre charming,,,, bc if theyre charming i 100% feed their ego.

i HATE when people do self destructive things (IM A FUCKING HYPOCRITE) like “NO- nO dont fRICKIN do that- BAD. here, let me make you some food...”

anyways heres that promised picture if this ugly mug

[therapardalis]

DISCOVER YOUR ANIMAL PERSONALITY !

[Running this one again for the Star Wars verse.]

YOU ARE AN EAGLE

EAGLE CHARACTERISTICS: Attractive • Self-confident • Impatient SCIENTIFIC NAME: Aquila chrysaetos COLLECTIVE TERM:  A convocation of eagles

STRONG AND UNTAMABLE

[Da-da-dahhhh! Swelling martial music here pls.]

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud".   Carl Sandburg

Universally admired for its soaring spirit, the eagle has a striking presence that exudes a powerful sexual energy. As is typical of bird personalities, their high metabolisms make them edgy and unable to remain in one place for long. These fascinating creatures are natural explorers and nothing gets their juices flowing more than an exotic locale and their effervescence makes them appealing lovers. However, their obsession for freedom makes them difficult creatures to tame.

AN EAGLE IS UNMISTAKABLE

Sleek and well groomed, the eagle's looks are striking, even if they occasionally have minor aesthetic flaws (perhaps a bald spot or big nose), and they exude a strong sexual energy that turns heads. They enjoy most outdoor activities and have a particular affinity for extreme sports like sky diving, rock climbing, or bungee jumping.

THE EAGLE PERSONALITY ON THE JOB

Eagles do not adjust well to the confines of office work where they easily become unsettled and perform poorly, unless the work is creative and challenging.

Outdoor jobs are coveted, and eagles enjoy working in the hot sun as a construction worker, serving in a natural setting as a park ranger or piloting the friendly skies. The proverbial legal eagle, they also enjoy the creative freedom of litigation, police, and detective work. However, eagles do not adjust well to the confines of office work. When they find themselves in this kind of career they become unsettled and perform poorly, unless the work is creative and challenging.

THE EAGLE IS A BIRD AT HEART

Eagles are truly at their best when performing for others. Like the wild eagle whose aerial displays attract a large audience, they are in their element when singing, acting, or telling stories. But their enthusiasm for life comes at a price -- because even when their spirits are low -- they feel obliged to always seem upbeat.

EAGLES IN THE WILD

Perhaps from its use on the seal of the United States of America, the eagle has become the most familiar of birds. Most eagles are solitary and only come together in groups when prey is plentiful.

Eagles take a variety of small animals for food and are not averse to eating carrion, and a spectacular method of feeding is the eagle's habit of robbing ospreys. By constantly harrying an osprey carrying a captured fish, the eagle forces the bird to drop the fish, and sometimes they will even grab the fish from the osprey's talons while in mid-flight.

CAREERS & HOBBIES

Pilot • Park ranger • Legal work • Performing  • Rock climbing • Extreme sports • Skiing • Flying

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

Eagles are quite comfortable with their own company, and prefer to first feather their nests -- by achieving a level of success in their personal lives -- before rushing into commitment.  They relish the challenges that intimacy brings and, when they do tie the knot, their strong nesting instincts make them loyal and dedicated partners. Eagles are attracted mainly to independent mammal personalities like the fox, wolf, and wildcat, but they are not above trolling for companionship amongst smaller animal personalities:  mice, snakes, shrews, and moles are particularly vulnerable to the eagle's lusty appetites.

Ultimately, the eagle's perfect match is the mountain goat with whom it shares a love for solitude and mountain top vistas. There is an instant connection with these enigmatic animals and the relationship is destined for great heights.

TAGGED BY: @onehell-of-apilot​

TAGGING: Whoever hasn’t been tagged yet!

#OneHellofaPilot #Meme #Star Wars AU

[otheroutlandertales]

@phoenixflames12 said: Hello lovely ladies! Since 4x13 aired, I've been thinking about Young Ian a lot and was wondering if one of you could do a missing moment of Ian's first night in the Mohawk village before he's made to run the gauntlet? Many thanks and much love xxx

Family Traits

by @whiskynottea

Ian lay on the cot, his hands steepled over his chest, Rollo sleeping, curved in a furry ball, close to his head. Ian’s breaths were long and deep, but his eyes remained wide open, the turmoil in his head keeping sleep away.

Sleep was inconsequential during nights like this. The night before a man’s life changes forever, when he takes a turn that leads him away from the path everyone thought he was walking on.

Ian smiled. These turns were always his favourite.

It must be a Murray trait, always seeking adventure. His own Da had left Scotland for France when he was only fifteen. And in that foreign country, he’d fought, and lived, and tasted life as no one else had. When he was injured beyond measure, he returned home, only to marry Ian’s Ma, who was a challenge on her own. One of those challenges that keep you engaged for life.

His Ma, however, had never left Lallybroch, and judging from his Uncle’s everlasting obsession with having a home, Ian concluded that it was different for the Frasers. Not that his uncle didn’t have adventures in his life, it was just that he’d never… actively pursued any of them, per se.

Ian took a deep breath, his hand falling off the top of the cot to scratch Rollo’s soft fur. His wolf let out a content whimper, moving closer to the bed, making Ian chuckle. He was grateful to have Rollo with him. Rollo filled the silences and took the darkness away whenever it approached.

But there was no darkness in Ian’s chest today, only impatience. Tomorrow he’d run the gauntlet. Tomorrow he’d prove that he was equal to the Mohawk warriors. And then, he would become one of them.

It was a strange feeling, to have anticipation mingling with curiosity. He couldn’t imagine how it would be, to belong to a community where no one shared your blood. 

During his whole life at Lallybroch Ian was trying to escape -- to get away from the manor, the daily chores, his mother’s goats and his sister’s incessant teasing.

But then, as a captive, when he’d been forced to leave Scotland on that godforsaken ship, he’d missed the way his home was filled with voices, the commotion that made him feel he was never alone. He’d missed the gentle way his Ma looked at him when she thought he didn’t see her, the small smile always hiding in the corner of his father’s mouth when Janet found yet another topic to torture him about.

He had felt alone and helpless, on that ship. But it was nothing compared to what he’d lived in that house, Rose Hall, pulled straight out from hell.

Not that hope had ever left Ian -- it was so deeply rooted within his chest, someone would need to kill him before severing his confidence in life.

In that sense, he was strong. He didn’t budge when pushed, he kept going when needed. Onward, forward. Like his Ma. Like Uncle Jamie. Yes, that was a Fraser trait, alright.

His uncle’s words before they had parted rang in Ian’s head. Uncle Jamie had told him to remember. But how could he forget? How can a person forget who they are when every thought, every action, every beat of their heart is there to remind them? When their mind is full of memories that bring laughter to their throat and tears in their eyes?

No, Ian would never forget. And yet, he didn’t regret his choice. He didn’t regret giving his word to the Mohawk, even if that meant parting with his family.

He wanted to stay behind and live with the Mohawk to give Brianna her husband back. It was Ian’s fault that she’d lost him at the first place -- at least partially. And he had plenty of time to regret the course of his and his uncle’s actions. This was his atonement, in a way.

But in that moment, when his uncle had been saying goodbye to his auntie yet again, Ian had seen everything clearly. His future and his path were in front of him, waiting for his first step. He hadn’t lingered.  

If he was honest with himself, he had done it for them as much as for himself.

Uncle Jamie and Auntie Claire had given him a home and loved him enough to soothe the pain that marred him from the months he’d been alone, before they had rescued him.

But their new home in America didn’t feel quite right. It wasn’t his home. It was warm, and open in the most wonderful way, but his skin itched to be out, to go hunt with the Indians, to explore, to become a man of his own.

Ian craved independence. He always had.

And this night, in a remote Indian village in New York, away from everything that had ever been familiar to him, Ian could feel a new force born within him. It was running through his veins, filling his heart in every beat.

It was fierce, brutal, and fulfilling. A challenge, rising in his path, daring him to go forward, to prove himself. To prove the man he would become.

The blood of the Murrays and the Frasers was burning within him, making him restless. Dangerous ingredients, both. Easy to ignite.

Ian licked his lips, balled his hands in tight fists. He would be the first of his family to become a Mohawk.

A smirk spread on his face. He would give everything he had to see Janet’s reaction to this.

#outlander fanfiction #otheroutlandertales #mod whisky #ch: Young Ian #show compliant #show: season 4 #category: general #missing moment #oot #*

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