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dcartcorner · 6 months

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a fantasy/dnd au because i can't help myself and the thought of ancient blue dragon simon who disguises himself as a human brings me joy.

please enjoy this small one shot ft. s1 adventuring crew (please excuse any errors, writing is not my strong suit!)

Rumours at the Tavern Characters: Tim, Simon, Sasha, Martin, Jon Ships: none

It wasn’t what Tim would consider a nice tavern. He had performed in nicer ones, ones where the counters were meticulously cleaned and the patrons were at least passably polite to the serving staff, and a mug of ale would set you back a silver piece. This place was not quite like that.

Then again, Tim had been to worse sorts of dives.

The Lazy Storm sat right smack in the middle of the two kinds of taverns, perched on the cliff side overlooking the choppy seas of the western coast, amidst the fjords in the town of Killn’s Rest. Not a bad place, not a good place. Just a place, somewhere to find some warmth, a quick meal, and something to drink. It was also the sort of tavern that didn’t take fire hazards all that seriously, if the number of people making merry that evening within its walls was any indication of the owner’s outlook on safety. It was busy, to the point where crowds spilled out onto the street even though the summer had come to a close and the winter, with its biting chill, was fast approaching.

Perhaps that’s why Tim noticed him - the old man. Because he was sitting on the bar top.

There were few other seats around. Sasha had managed to charm their way to a table of their own earlier in the night while Martin tried to see about rooms, and their party had stayed planted at said table all night as the crowds slowly but surely filtered in for the evening. They were lucky, in this regard, as many other people were forced to stand shoulder to shoulder. Not that old man, though. Perched on the edge of the bar like a bird, smiling kindly at the person next to him.

And his choice of seat was not the only peculiar thing about him, Tim thought. He wore clothing that Tim could only describe as ornate. If this was one of those nice taverns Tim had played in, he might have expected that sort of the look, but this wasn’t one of those places. This was the Lazy Storm, and that man was incredibly overdressed.

“It’s weird, right?” Tim said aloud. Martin looked up, then glanced around. Sasha craned her neck to look at him. Jon didn’t look up from his book. Tim nodded in the direction of the old man. “Someone dressed like that in a place like this. That’s odd, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Sasha shrugged.

“Where?” Martin asked.

“Good on him, getting dressed up to go out for a night,” said Sasha.

“I think it’s weird,” said Tim. Because it was.

“Where?” Martin asked again. “Oh. Him? I mean. I suppose it’s… well, it’s a little odd.” The twist of a frown at the corners of Martin’s mouth. “Someone should offer him a seat.”

“Seems happy enough where he is,” Sasha said with a huff of a laugh as the other man at the bar leaned closer to the old man and whispered something to him.

“Could we please focus,” Jon finally interjected, shutting the book.

Tim rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his drink. It wasn’t silver coin ale. This was a copper-piece-per-tankard-ale, and it tasted like it. Which was to say, it tasted like a good night in the making.

“Have any of you actually asked anyone about any jobs yet?” Jon said.

“Asked just about as many people as you,” Tim said. By this, Tim meant: none.

“There’s a rat problem in the sewers,” Sasha said, “according to one guard. Doesn’t pay well, but at least it pays.”

“There are bandits, too,” Martin added. “Uh, just out east of here. Somewhere. Apparently they have a den in the woods? But I think someone might’ve already taken that one.”

“Mm.” Jon was not impressed. He looked over at Tim. “Anything?”

Tim raised his hands. “Don’t look at me, I can get a job whenever.” Plenty of people out there who were willing to pay for some good music. “Or did you forget who bought the rooms and drinks?”

Jon leaned his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands momentarily. Then looked up at Tim and said, “Could you please just. Ask.”

“Jon, maybe we should just… take a night off?” Martin suggested. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing…”

Jon shot him a look and that was the end of that conversation.

Well, didn’t matter. Jon didn’t have to join them in having a good night if he didn’t want to. Tim wasn’t going to let it bother him, and he got up to go order another drink with his own hard earned money, ignoring how much lighter his coin purse was compared to earlier that day.

Why was it his problem anyway, that they didn’t have much in the way of coin? He wasn’t going to let it get to him. It wasn’t getting to him. He and Sasha and Martin were just some poor souls dragged along on Jon’s pointless quest to find some answers that had nothing to do with any of them. So why did it matter?

It didn’t matter.

Dammit.

The old man was not the first person he asked that night about a job. As he waited for a drink he asked the person to his left and to his right, but neither of them were keen on talking - and it took him a little too long to realize they were part of their own adventuring party based on the matching bands on their arms, and wouldn’t be sharing any information with him. He tried to ask the bartender as well, but she was too busy to give him any answer that was not a look of inconvenience.

Tim sighed. And he kept asking, until finally his route around the tavern brought him to the old man at the bar. Sat there, dressed strangely, looking for all the world like he should be just about anywhere else.

“Are you quite alright?” the old man asked him. Tim blinked. “Not that I mind, but I’ve been told it’s rude to stare.”

Had he been staring? “Sorry,” Tim said. The old man smiled at him.

“Something I can do for you?” the old man asked.

Tim looked around briefly. The other person with whom the old man had been speaking earlier that night was gone. “Don’t suppose there is,” Tim said. “Unless you know of any get rich quick jobs around this place.”

The old man chuckled. “Well now, I can think of a few, but I’m not entirely sure those are the type you’re looking for,” he said, resting his hands on the head of his cane which he had propped up on the empty edge of one of the bar-stools. “Tough times, out there. Or so I hear. Something about the supply and demand of it all, I think. Too many adventurers, too few problems that need solving! At least around these parts.” The old man sighed thoughtfully. “This coast isn’t what it used to be. Time was you couldn’t take two steps on the road without running into bandits or cultists or a proper mountain troll. Now you’d be lucky to find a good sized rat nest to clean up.”

“Yeah, well. Killing rats doesn’t pay well,” Tim said.

The old man smiled, watching Tim over the rim of his glasses. His eyes were sharply blue, Tim noticed. “No,” the man agreed. “No it doesn’t.” He tilted his head. “Terribly sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll have to go further afield to find anything.”

“Thanks anyway,” Tim said, defeated.

“Although,” the old man said as Tim was turning away. Tim paused and looked back at him. “I’ve heard a rumour. There have been a few ships that have come into the harbour with some particularly strange news out of the Shivering Straight. Up north. Word is there have been a handful of whaling ships that have gone missing around Helkelson Bay. Only a couple of survivors. Those that do manage to best the frostbite say… well. You know how sailors can be, always creating the most fanciful stories. A ghost ship, they say! The mayor of Helkelson isn’t altogether convinced it’s anything so peculiar as that, though I hear he’s offering a handsome reward to anyone willing to… solve the problem. Whatever that problem may be.”

“Helkelson?” Tim said.

“That’s right,” the old man replied with a smile. “Ask around the docks, I’d say. Plenty of merchant ships coming and going that way. Of course, it’s only a rumour.”

Tim smiled back. “Better than nothing.”

It was at that moment the old man’s companion returned and gave Tim a wary look. Tim took it as his cue to leave with a nod of thanks and an imaginary tip of the hat before he returned to the table to join his companions.

“Let me start,” he said to them, “by saying you’re welcome. Now, any of you been to the Shivering Straight?”

#tma #the magnus archives #dnd au #fantasy au #tim stoker #sasha james #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #simon fairchild #fic #one shot #yes tim is a bard #fanart

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magicalink · 1 year

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The Catboys' place

What place do they stay the most in your life? Catboys Headcanons for Catboys in the House!

Fluff and romance but also smutty themes👀

Venti

By your side. Venti has been a sweetheart boyfriend from the very start. He's the one you started this adventure with, and ever since he became your boyfriend he's always been by your side. At the other side of the bed, always within reach of your hand, ready to comfort you if needed. Always splitting all responsibilities in half. You took care of the house and started this little family together, sharing everything life had to offer. Always together in the good and bad times, always offering you a shoulder to cry or laugh on, it feels as if you were an old married couple sometimes. You love and value the feeling of stability he brings to your life, and you hold him very dearly beside your heart, the same place he always is for you 💕

Xiao

Tied to your wrist. From the very start, before he could turn into his humanoid form, Xiao was your personal guardog guardcat. You saved his life and he is committed to risk his for yours even if it's not necessary. Ever since he got healthy due to your cares, he trained non stop to be fit and strong to be able to protect you! No pests will go unnoticed under the mighty general cat's guard! Roaches, spiders, rats, consider them anihilated! Bu he has alto trained his human body...

He's so strong! A true compact tiger! His muscles are rock hard and his sole purpose is to protect you, so Archons forbid robbers even think about entering the house! Those strong arms are capable of the utmost tenderness when used to lift you up and carry you, but if someone dared harm you, they would crush your enemies to pieces! They are also so nice to look at when fucking him missionary style.

Fortunately no one has threathened the safety of your house, so he hasn't needed to use his strenght yet. But he's still by your side 24/7 making sure that you're safe and sound and that all your needs are met. You frequently tell him to chill, to focus on himself, to not call you Master and that you're ok. You worry about him too and you want him to prioritize himself instead of you, but of course you value his love, his loyalty and the loving way he cares about you.

Albedo

On your back. Albedo is always on thr background and always has your back through anything. He is the calm, collected and responsible adult you always wanted to be. Not only he is smart and logical but he is efficient and knows expertly what to prioritise in order to live a pleasant domestic life. You and Venti did a pretty decent job, but ever since Albedo joined thr household, it truly began to thrive. He is the master administrator of finances and he takes care most of the house chores with diligency and useful methods. Of course you all help him except for Kuni but he is simply so fast proactive that he gets things done before you even think of assessing the task. You feel guilty somethimes, you tell him it's like he's working as a housekeeper without a salary, but he insists it's his way of paying you back for your kindness to shelter him in your house while the police is stilll hunting him down. Since he can't contribute with money like Venti or you because he list his job as a scientist and no one is paying him for his current research, he opts to help relieve the weight of many domestic labors from you.

Albedo truly has your back all the time. You deeply value and respect each other. You support his work and he supports yours. On top of that, he tends to be the voice of reason in the house. When everyone else fails to act mature he takes the upper hand and helps you solve your problems by correctly adulting.

Also he knows things about biology and medicine so he takes care of your health. Especially the health of Xiao, your littlest kitty, and the one who can't fully turn into human so you can't take him to any formal doctor.

Kazuha

On your rooftop. Kazuha is a free spirit and he loves to wander the city as a cat. He lives for trqveling and having adventures so he is out most of the time. But he always comes back hime with new stories to tell. When he is around, you can always find him on top of the house, loyal vigilant watching over your little family's home. Even if you don't know for sure if he's back or not, you sleep soundly every night feeling his everlasting presence on top of your room.

Very often he enters through the lil cat door and lands on your bed in the early morning, right after he arrives from one of his adventures. He'll make sure not to disturb your sleep, and will recieve you with caresses and smiles when you finally wake up. He'll be delighted to tell you his stories if you ask him for them.

You love the feeling of stability and familiarity he gives you. He is like a comet that always comes back home, illuminating the night sky with his gentle glow. He's your best friend for sure, even if sometimes more intimate stuff ends up happening between you two...

Scara/Kuni/Wanderer

On top of you. Whether it's with his face buried between your breasts or lost inside your folds, he is always on top of you, letting all of his weight on your comfy body like you're his personal bed or something.

For such a tsundere type, he is really clingy. He is pretty touch-starved and loves physical affection. All he can't express with words because of his annoying pride he will make up with touches. Being stuck to you while you're doing things, clinging from your arm or with his face on your shoulder with the excuse of annoying you, not letting go when you walk, bites, caresses, hugs, fervent kisses and of course, sex...That's the ultimate expression of his bottled up feelings. He wishes he could be inside of you forever. Those warm folds between your legs have become the home he never had, and he makes sure to enjoy every single second you welcome him inside of them.

He is also a sucker for your plush boobies. He'll be all over them all day long if you let him, kneading, kissing, sucking, just resting his face on them, doesn't matter he needs to be stuck to you.

Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, he'll make sure to remind you that you decided to pick him up so now you have to put up with him. Not that it's a problem, though, since you love having him on you at all times.

A/N: So that's it for todays post :3 This is my first post of 2023! I will try to post once a week! Couldnt finish any old wips so I just started a new one and finally got it done😎 I'll still be trying to finish wips that I promised to bring like that Venti x Xiao x reader 3some and chap 3 of Catboys in the house and that smutty fic where Fatui Scara convinces reader to fuck in an alley 👀

See you then!

Any headcanons you have for genshin catboys? 👀

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marlynnofmany · 10 months

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Too Many Limbs

“Wait — hold still,” I said. “Waterspheres by your foot.” I readjusted my grip on the broken storage crate and tried to free an arm to sweep the floor clear. “Don’t step on them.”

Zhee’s many bug legs froze in place, his own armload of supplies making it hard to get a clear view. Even compound eyes can’t see through that many layers of alien silk. Sounding irritated, he asked, “Which foot?”

“Jeez, I can’t tell.” I leaned back, trying to get a better view, and bumped into another crate. “A front one? I don’t know how you keep track of this many limbs, honestly.”

“You think this is a lot?” Zhee laughed in a deliberately human fashion as he felt around with one foot at a time. “You say that within earshot of a Strongarm?”

Blue-black tentacles shoved a plastic tub aside. “You called?” asked Mur.

I sighed as Zhee cheerfully ratted me out. “The human has opinions about how many limbs are too many.”

“I did not say that.”

“Oh really?” asked Mur, clearly looking for a distraction. He clambered on top of the tub and curled up like a squid who’d been raised by housecats. “Do tell.”

I wrestled a safety strap around the broken crate. “All I said was that it’s hard to keep track of which foot I’m looking at when I can’t see the rest of him for context.” I jerked my head toward Zhee.

Zhee folded the cloth into a smaller bundle, looking for all the world like a praying mantis trying to eat a Kleenex. “Yes, how rude of me not to color-code them for your sake. You were so kind as to do the same for us.”

I finally had a hand free to point at him. “You know full well that the cat put a hole in my other blue sock. You were there when I told Paint about it.”

“What, it wasn’t a deliberate fashion statement? Shocking.” Zhee was warming up to this. “Clearly you need the help in telling one limb from the next.”

Mur waved a tentacle in my direction. “You realize your own limb arrangement would be baffling to a Solo, right?”

The crate secured, I sat back and took a breath. “Which ones are those?”

Mur folded his tentacles in a way that meant nothing to me. “The species with unilateral symmetry.”

Zhee added, “Amphibious, usually seen with humidity masks.”

“Ohhhh, right,” I said. “The one-eyed, one-armed hopping purple people aliens.”

Mur settled his tentacles. “They’re not all purple.”

“Some are,” I insisted.

“Only the classiest,” Zhee said. He glided forward, stepping carefully through the scattered waterspheres and cans of offworld tuna or whatever those were. I hadn’t bothered to read the labels. At any rate, he didn’t step on anything.

I shook my head and started gathering up waterspheres. My shirt was long enough that I could make a basket in the manner of fruit-picking kids everywhere. Well, everywhere that kids wear shirts.

Mur, who did not wear humans clothes and who was apparently not interested in getting back to cleaning, watched for a moment. Then he said with a smile, “We could get you ankle bands with ‘left’ and ‘right’ on them.”

I threw a small watersphere at his head. He caught it with one deft spiral of tentacle, then popped it into his mouth like a grape and slid off the tub, chuckling.

“The floor’s dirty!” I called after him.

“No it’s not!” he replied. “I cleaned it right before the gravity hiccuped!”

“Well, it’s got Zhee’s foot germs.”

“I’ll take my chances!”

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #and so are the aliens #haso #hfy #eiad #aliens #witty banter #in spaaace

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what-aboutno · 2 years

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Scattering To An Attic Near YOU! A new SMP by the name of Rats SMP has started to announce all 16 members. Little is known about the SMP at the moment but here's what we know! Watch them on the RatsSMP on Sunday October 16th! (final version! Mystery rat has been revealed check reblogs!!)

This isn't official yet but we like to call ourselves squeaksblr, extra fun stuff to know!

The first pair are Snifferish and ggacho_ to quote the original tweet “Our local Poet and Builder” 👀

The second pair are Smajor1995 and Bekyamon “our local farmer and fighter”

Third pair ldshadowlady and solidaritygaming! "Our local Baker and Safety Rat!"

Fourth pair Apokuna and Owengejuicetv! "Our local Cosplayer and Tinkerer!"

Fifth pair Krowfang and willowmvp "Our local Strategist and Adventurer"

Next is TheOrionSound and InTheLittleWood! "Our local Garbage Rummager and Pun Master"

our latest and last few memebers, Tubbo and Soupforeloise “Our local Speedster and Diplomat!”

And finally Shubble and ???? “Our local Negotiator and ????”

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If this looked interesting i recommend you check the POW Creations twitter for trailers, and any new announcements etc. Otherwise hope you can catch them on October 16 when Rats SMP will start! Maybe by then we’ll know who the mysterious last rat is 👀

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literary-illuminati · 10 months

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Book Review 26 – Pale Lights by ErraticErrata

Okay technically this is a web serial, not a book – you can find it here – but a) it’s divided into ‘books’ and the first one recently finished, b) I’ve read like 350,000 words of it at this point and c) I want to talk about it a bit.

So, Pale Lights is a fantasy adventure story, set in a world where some prehistoric cataclysm left humanity living in a truly vast (multi-continental) cavern beneath the earth, full of old gods and devils and a darkness that will sink into you if you go too long without exposing yourself to the Glare of light spilling down from various openings in the firmament (and potentially stored in a variety of magic devices). It stars Tristain, a conman and gutter rat who accidentally killed the wrong man, and Angharad, a minor noblewoman fleeing assassins after the slaughter of her family, as they flee their enemies into the theoretical safety of the Watch, a sovereign military order that might get you killed hunting down rogue devils but is more than powerful enough to offer amnesty to all its recruits and force everyone else to go along with it. Specifically they both try to join through the fastest and most guaranteed method there is – survive and pass the trials on the Dominion of Lost Things, and your spot among their ranks is totally assured.

As you might expect, this doesn’t exactly go according to plan for either of them.

The plot’s sufficiently full of twists and detours that I’m not going to bother trying to give any sort of detailed synopsis, but one incredibly endearing thing about the whole serial is that it’s structured around these three deadly trials intended to test one’s mettle and worthiness, and absolutely none of them go according to plan. Which, speaking as someone who is generally left pretty annoyed by stories where the entire plot is ‘and then the protagonist surpassed the entirely artifical problems an outside authority put in front of them, meeting expectations perfectly!’, I really did greatly enjoy.

The plot was also just satisfyingly and surprisingly brutal – EE’s previous gargantuan serial was explicitly (though increasingly theoretically as it went on) YA, and made plot armour an explicit part of the setting’s metaphysics. Pale Light is...very much that. There were several points where it felt like at least one named, fleshed out character with their own arc was dying horribly every chapter. Bracing! Relatedly, and necessary for that, the cast is big, into the dozens of fleshed out characters the plot leaves behind and goes back to whenever they’re relevant or on screen again. Which is the sort of indulgence you can get away with in a web serial. (I’ve actually seen a lot of people complain that the cast was too large or hard to keep to track of. Those people are weak.)

Speaking of characters – the supporting cast is great, and a decent number of them are well-drawn and earnestly compelling, but a story like this really lives or dies on the strength of its protagonists. And I’d say Pale Lights passes that test with flying colours – Tristain and Angharad are both more than strong enough to carry a story on their own, but jumping between them lets the story have a lot of fun with their biases and what they assume or overlook, and their (very different and often wildly misinformed) perspectives on each other, their goals, and the supporting cast are just a joy. EE’s always had a real talent for internal monologue and character voice (even in my least-favorite bits of A Practical Guide to Evil, Cat’s perspective was a consistent delight), and being able to consistently jump between and develop two here really makes them shine.

The fact that they’re both a) actually adults, b) morally dubious and c) incredibly devoted to a particular sense of morality and ethics that’s minimum 30 degrees off anything conventionally ‘good’ helps a lot, too. Tristain my beloved shameless vendetta-obsessed will-knife-anyone-but-his-closest-friends-without-a-second-thought gutter rat.

It’s actually really quite interesting how, despite one being a chivalry-obsessed bravo whose word is her bond and so finesses her oaths and promises like a mobbed up lawyer and the other being a street criminal second story man with a sideline in poisons, they’re both really incredibly defined by a fixation on loyalty and vengeance.

The setting is interesting, though the narrative does sometimes feel a bit like it’s straining under the weight of all the weirdness piled onto it, with the whole ‘everyone’s underground and 90% of light is artificial’ thing. The various gods are all interestingly eldritch, especially Tristain and Angharad’s patrons (Fortuna probably my third favourite character in the whole thing overall), the devils and lemures and monsters are all fucked up and horrifying in a really fun way, and the magic is appropriately occult-seeming.

I’m not sure if it’s good or bad, exactly, but I do find the utter shamelessness with which EE copies real world cultures to create fantasy counterparts kind of endearing? I really can’t overstate how incredibly obvious it is that, like, ‘this empire is based on the Aztecs. They border this feudal mess based on India, and this league of Republics based on China. The main city the story launched from is Venice. The big creepy cursed academy is called the Scholomance. The treaty with the devils binding them not to eat people is called the Iscariot Accord. Die mad about it.” Gives the whole thing a real tabletop RPG setting vibe, honestly.

Anyway, can’t really say to what degree my attachment to this was built from the Stockholm Syndrome of following it week-to-week, but probably one of my favourite stories read this year, and eagerly looking forward to book 2.

#book review #pale lights #erraticerrata #sff #web serial

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shywhumpauthor · 1 year

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(Whumptober 2022) Kaden shouldn't have gone to the party. Rich creepy whumper named Mathias. Ongoing.

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Whumpuary 2022. Ignore how the first 12 parts are nameless, I’m slowly going back to fix it. Noah is a spy, and hell is he in over his head

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cosmica-galaxy · 5 months

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I want to know how does the the human even befriend the mimics like how did they first met?

-PART 1- . Buddy: Buddy was not having a good time once he left his "pack" and took up the loner life as a peon. He had limited animals to eat, pigeons and rats mostly, and survival was costing him more energy to live every day. Every time he encountered and killed a skibidi, he would spend more energy and would even get wounded from time to time...but he refuse to eat the meat. No matter how hungry he was. . Him and the human met one November day, while it was snowing in the silent city. He grew weaker and was slowly losing the battle for survival, then that afternoon--he just collapsed into the snow and refused to move...deciding he had a good run and wanted to wait for death. The human then just happened to be crossing through the alley where he collapsed to shortcut their way back to base, only to find Buddy laying down in the snow. At first, they thought it was a cameraman that was downed from a scuffle with the skibidis, but once they realized it was one of those mimics, they cautiously approached. . Buddy was so weak that he could barely lift his head to look at them, looking just as surprised as they were. The human, ever caring and empathetic, felt bad for the mimic. Without much hesitation, the human worms their arms under Buddy and hauled him up over their shoulder. Before starting to make their way back to base in the snow. The human, at first, lies when questioned about the cameraman on their back, to which they say it was an injured unit and they were taking them to the medical bay. Which is how Buddy got inside the base. The human then took him to their room and laid him down before covering his cold body up and leaving to get him some food. . Once warmed up, Buddy was able to take in his surroundings and realized that he was brought somewhere warm and safe...and the human brought him some food too. That was when Buddy decided to follow the human forevermore. . Pal: Pal met the human sometime in the late winter and early spring, after hearing a pained cry come from somewhere where the sudden intruder in sanctuary was. The human had sprained their foot from a fall because they were running away from a group of skibidi during combat, which led them to tumble down and into "sanctuary", Pal's home. Most of the speaker mimics were startled by the fall and were hiding, but once Pal heard the human crying in pain, he approached. The human and him officially met when he managed to get close enough to analyze the smell of blood and the injury from the small...skibidi-like entity? He honestly didn't know what to make of them. . Pal and his clan met the human with curiosity and caution, but the human quickly grew on Pal as he tried to make sure they were comfortable while staying with the clan. They explained to Pal how they fell into their home and why. In which Pal responds by nodding and understanding the situation just outside their home. With some explanations on how to heal their sprain, the mimic then decides to venture out with the human in tow, to give them back to the alliance. After their brief meeting and successful recon, Pal and the human meet a few more times out in the wild before he decides to join their "pack" and leave for a more adventurous life outside the safety of sanctuary. . He still visits his older home from time to time, but it did get boring from time to time...and prey has gotten pretty limited. So what better place to look for more food than out in the beyond?

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #skibidi tag #skibidi toilet mimic #skibidi mimic

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royboyfanpage · 2 months

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Ok I'm gonna introduce y'all to probably the least known Arrowfam member, appearing in only one issue in I'm pretty sure 1950, Adventure Comics 151-

Tim North!

Despite sharing a name, as far as 'human billionaire heroes' kids named Tim" go, Tim North is pretty much the opposite to the later Tim Drake. He's not very bright, our lad.

Tim was introduced in 'A Brother For Speedy' and, in true hero's child fashion, lost his father at the beginning of the issue. Tim's dad requested that Tim stay with Green Arrow and Speedy, and while Ollie and Roy initially refused because of the safety risk it posed to Tim, Roy kinda gave Ollie the "pleeeease can I have a puppy?" But instead with just. A whole human boy.

And so as a compromise, Ollie decided to adopt Tim as Oliver Queen rather than Green Arrow, keeping Tim safe while also letting Roy have a brother. Tim, however, was not happy with this, and thought Ollie and Roy were boring as shit. Also lied about helping Green Arrow and Speedy... to Speedy.

After like a day of living there, Tim snuck out to find some goons his dad worked with, and offered to rat out Green Arrow and Speedy for a chance at revenge.

Eventually Tim managed to get a confession out of the goons that his dad had been framed, at which point Tim was held hostage-

-but shortly after rescued by Ollie and Roy.

The comic ends with Tim going off to boarding school and, in true Tim North fashion, bragging about being as good an archer as Speedy- to Speedy, hence my previous statement that Tim's not very bright. He's literally seen the archery range in Ollie's house, and he's been up close with Green Arrow and Speedy and Oliver Queen and Roy Harper in the same day.

Anyway bring back Tim North he's Roy's biggest antagonist <3

#tim north #roy harper #oliver queen #green arrow #speedy #arsenal #red arrow #dc comics

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safety-rat-adventures · 3 months

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If you give a rat a cookie…

Nothing happens, he just eats it. What? He’s not a mouse!

#safety rat #safety rat adventures #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #rats smp #hermitblr #mcytblr #trafficblr

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hollowgirl136 · 6 months

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In the spirit of Halloween, I thought it would be fun to post an old AU that I was inspired to make before S3 aired based off the ragtag group that is the Coven Heads.

So before Thanks to Them aired, I got the wildest thought on a possible "What If" about the fate of the Coven Heads with The Collector being freed. Long story short, thought it would be a cruel twist of fate if they ended up cursed like Eda because The Collector, going to call them T.C. for now, wanted to make them more "fun" for the "Owl House" game.

Essential, when the kids came back they ended up going to Eda place and are ambushed by a fully Cursed Raine which. After Luz finds one of Eda potions still hidden in the house, Raine tells them what happened while they were gone. One resolution battle later with T.C. and Belos, it's now up to the kids to find the other heads and change them back cause, per Eda, no one deserves to lived trapped in their own bodies.

Half a season worth of adventures later to find and revert the heads back to their original forms, with no cure for being cursed discovered yet despite T.C. powers, Eda and Lilith takes it upon themselves to teach them how to lived their new lives.

Some rough sketches of what their "hybrid" forms look like once they harmonized with their curse beasts.

Additional details under the cut.

Raine curse beast is a "vampire" bat and the kids find them in Eda place cause they sought out a place of safety after transforming. Their compromise with the beast is to drink blood every so often, much to their disgust. Is granted night vision and flight when in hybrid form.

Darius curse beast is a kraken and the kids find them in the sea. Refused to fight Hunter, so the kids used that to their advantage to defeat them. Their compromise with the beast is to do long soaks in sea water, to his annoyance cause "sea water is horrible for his skin". Is granted the ability to breath under water and a octopus ability to squeeze into small places.

Eberwolf curse beast is a manticore and was found near Darius cause, despite being lost in their own mind they still sought out their friend/brother. Was the fastest to compromise with their curse cause they didn't mind eating raw meat. Is granted a prehensile "leech tail, alongside increased strength and speed in their hybrid form.

Adrian curse beast is a spynx and the kids find him in an abandoned theater/castle since some part of him still wanted to be near civilization. The only head who has a beast who the kids can understand in full curse form. Takes the longest to compromise with their beast cause they both have massive ego's, and the fact that Adrian does not want to read a whole philosopher book or eat rats. Is granted flight and increased cat like reflexes.

Terra curse beast is a giant snake, and the kids find her in an overgrown forest caused by her magic still being "active". Her compromise with the beast is to eat live animals and daily sunbathing. Her hybrid form turns her into a Lamia similar to a boa constrictor.

Vitimir curse beast is a mosquito/dragon hybrid and is found buzzing around a cliff face where Hettie curse form also resided. Their compromised with their cursed beast is to drink blood. Their hybrid form grants them flight, a needle tongue, and the ability to store liquids in a "throat sack" that they then can use to spray people with boiling/noxious liquids.

Hettie curse beast is a minotaur and is found in a cave on a cliff. Her compromised involved her eating raw meat. Her hybrid form grants her increase strength and improved sense of hearing and smell.

Mason curse beast is a lava golem and is found in a basin where they were literally melting the surrounding area where they walked. Matt and Steve have to help turn him back to normal. His compromise with his beast is to eat rocks/stones and sunbathing. His hybrid forms allows him to manipulate heat and create magma from the rocks he consumes.

Osran curse beast form is a giant spider and is found deep in a cave. His compromised with his beasts involves eating insects. His hybrid forms grants extra mobility, armor like chitin, web making from his snot (much to his chagrin), and improved night vision.

#Inspired by the possibility of more curse scrolls existing #the coven heads are not having a good time #especially with their magic being permanently screwed up like Eda and Lilith #Thought it would be a nice twist for the people who were once the strongest of their respective tracks to end up losing their magic #the RATTS are collateral damage to the others unfortunatly #at least they got some sick new powers out of it #toh #coven heads #raine whispers #darius deamonne #eberwolf the huntsman #adrian graye vernworth #terra snapdragon #vitimir #hettie #mason #osran #will probably post a part two cause holy hell they got a lot of growing pains to get through before harmonizing with their curses

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toastykaykes · 1 year

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Ghost Whisperer: Chapter 1

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

18+ Content

Warnings: Violence, Death, Drugs, Weapons, Guns, Gore, Smut,Sex, Harassment, and Assault, Abuse, etc.

AN: Hey guys, Heres Chapter 1 for y'all. Sorry, it took a while. I'm hoping to update this weekly, if not sooner.

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Your arms scrape against the rugged terrain of rocks and gravel, trying not to make too much noise. Luckily, the grass is pretty high which gives you cover. Your whole body ached from the 50 lb bag on your back, and your skin felt filthy. Holy fuck did you just want to relax at home and eat a cheeseburger and drink, but noooo. Fucking Lt. Oliver just HAD to have me come on a three musketeers adventure. Fucking asshole, I’m going to make his life-

“...I-...Inj-...”

You heard the discomforting tone of the radio static, interfering with whatever message was trying to be relayed.

“Say again, over.” You press into your mic and keep your attention to the city edge ahead.

“Capt. Patches, we have a critical down here! Jones was shot!”

No, not Jones. You press on your mic, “Roger that. Will begin the descent. What building are you located, over.”

You immediately pull yourself up and rise to a crouching position. You pull your hand over your head, securing a hood to cover your head. Rising your rifle and pushing the butt of it into your shoulder, you take a deep breath..Your legs begin to shake as you push forward down the hill, missing the jagged rocks and gravel. Despite kicking up dust, you can see homes and buildings 25 meters out, adjusting your scope to scout the perimeter. No enemy personnel could be seen doing patrols around the city. No terrorists?

You make it to the city unharmed, suspicion on high alert. Why was someone shot with no enemies in sight?

“Oliver, what is your location?” You repeat again, dodging behind a building and clearing the alley. All the buildings here were falling apart from previous battles. Holes in all the walls, Dirty, ratted clothes covering the floors of the alleys and sidewalks. It looked like a dead zone, not even civilians were around….

“This is Patches. Say again your location, over.” You spout before entering one of the homes. Broken glass scattered across the front entryway. Using your foot, you silently push aside the broken door. Your boots make crackling sounds while walking over the debris. Blood scattered along the walls of the hallway. You bring your head to lock over the scope and begin to clear the house.

Photos line the wall, giving the facade of a once-happy family. A married couple with two young kids was in every single frame. Blood scattered across the glass covering their happy faces, and making you feel goosebumps. You bust through a door, quickly rotating in case someone was hiding behind the door. Nothing. You make haste to leave and travel down to the second bedroom. As you were about to open the door, hand on the knob..you hear a gasp.

Someone’s in here…You rearrange your gun to prepare for an enemy within the room. Your (e/c) blinked a few times, before settling into a stare through the scope as your hand turns the handle to the door. In a swift movement, the door flies open as you point your gun at a slumped person in the corner of the room. Oh my God, Jones!

Sgt Jones was slumped in the corner of the room. His hood covers the top half of his face. Blood poured from his chest, and his hands were caked in blood from trying to put pressure on them. You run over to him, putting your rifle on safety and slinging it behind your back. You pull back the hood to see his eyes.

“Goddammit Jones, can you hear me?!” You breathlessly say while grasping his head with both his hands. His eyes started to roll back into his skull, “Fuck.. No, no. Not today brother. Not on my watch!”

You let go of his head, making it slump forward toward his chest. You promptly take off your pack and start rummaging through the pockets to find materials to help patch him up. As you grab the gauze and start to undo it, you call it in the radio.

“Bravo 1, this is Capt. Patches. We have a soldier down, I repeat-” The sound of a gun cocking behind you immediately made you stop.

“I think, Captain, it would be best for you to not repeat that.”

You feel the hairs stand up on the back of your neck as he says that. Your eyes go wide with the realization of what just happened.

“You killed your own brother.” You breathed out, head turning to see his face harboring a sick stomach-dropping smirk while he has his handgun pointed at you. You felt nothing but fear and betrayal washing over you.

“And I’m about to kill my sister.” With the way he was locking his gun at you, you knew you he was going to do it. All you could do was push down the mic to bravo as he took his shot.

Hot white fire washed over you.

“Ma’am, are you okay?”

Ma’am? Oh shit-

“Yes, yes. I’m okay,” You choke out, sitting up straighter and turning your gaze away from the tall brush outside your window, “I guess you could say it’s been a while since I last was in an environment like this.” You smiled a sad smile at the Private who just nodded before turning back around to look forward. His eyes took one last glance before engaging with the driver about being late or something.

You look down at your hands, rubbing your thumb over your hand as a silent promise. That this time will not end up like the last. You will not fall subjective to betrayal ever again. Your eyes try to flutter shut, welcoming sleep with open arms. Instead, every time they close, all you can see is Oliver standing over you with a gun while Jones sits dead in the corner. You scrunch your eyes harder after seeing that. Turn it off. He is not in control of me. He can’t hurt me anymore.

Tearing your eyelids apart, you realize sleep won't welcome you like you wish it would. Instead of sleep being a warm, beautiful, comforting blanket- it’s rather cold, dark, and suffocating. Just relax (y/n), you’ll get rest soon enough.

Pulling out what looks like a tube of lip gloss, you take a long drag and exhale. Feeling warmth spread across your whole chest, you take a deep breath. “How much longer till we get to the base?”

The private who talked to you before turns, “Estimated arrival is 1200, so approximately half an hour left Ma’am.” Pointing to his screen before resuming his previous position.

Half an hour… that's enough time to read some information. I’m not going to be left in the dark this time. Pulling your bag onto the bench, you start rifling through. When your hands come out, they're holding files.

Show me what you got TF-141

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“Get in here boys it’ll be any minute now.” Price yelled while moving his packs to sit alongside the door.

A chorus of yes sir followed immediately with the sound of their boots stomping down the hallway. Small laughter can be heard as Soap slaps Gaz on the back, Ghost chuckling while following behind. They drop their bags in order after Price’s.

“Any minute for your dick to get cut off, that’s what.” Soap smirks while watching Price hold back a reaction. You could tell by the fact of how he had to hold his breath for a minute, before replying.

“This isn’t the time for stand-up. Which by the way, you suck at. Any minute we’ll have our new member and then it’s wheels up for Iran.” Slapping his gloved hand on the door twice, making it slide open. People can be seen outside, hustling to do whatever they were assigned.

“Speaking of the new member, I hope the guy is half-decent at his fucking job.” Gaz gives Price a half smile that didn’t reach his eyes. It’s a rare and risky circumstance for a team like theirs to add new personnel to the mix right before a mission. No time to get comfortable together, to practice as a real team. It’s no shocker some are a little hesitant about the whole..predicament.

“What if it’s a woman?” Soap pushes Gaz’s head to the side, moving to sit down on his pack. His eyes glance around to see everyone silent.

Ghost simply stands, adjusting his gun and slinging it over his broad shoulders. “Doesn’t matter who they are. If they are good enough to be added to our team, we should be fine.” His deep, accented voice made all the men look up at the Lt, hearing his words and understanding. Ghost may be a silent killer, but when he’s with his brothers, he knows when to keep them in check.

“I appreciate your words, sir. I certainly hope I don’t let you or the team down.” You say dropping your packs beside your feet. Pulling your hood up to expose your face, you smile at all of them. I’m not even ten seconds here yet and there’s already conflict regarding a new member. Yay.

They all took a moment to take in your features. You stood there proud, showing your (e/c) eyes, hair pulled into a slick bun granting view to your undercut near the nape of your neck. Delicate yet muscular physic, your black trousers hugging your curves. Matched with a grey thermal top, adorned with a bulletproof vest. You looked almost too pretty to be in this field of work.

Capt. Price clears his throat. “Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you, soldier. I’m Captain Price and these here are my men.” He sweeps his hand across the remaining individuals.

“Why hello there lass. I’m Sergeant John Mactavish, but I go by Soap.” Charming.

“I’m Sergeant Kyle Garrick, Gaz on the field.” Fun

You turn mister dark and brooding...

“And you, sir.” You say while looking over at Ghost. Holy fuck- If you weren’t on the same task force you would’ve been intimidated by him to say the least. He stands tall above you, his build while hidden by his attire, still impressive. His broad shoulders, muscular arms, built legs. His face adorns a skill mask, hiding his facial features except his soul-crushing eyes. His presence alone makes you feel safe yet in danger at the same time.

“Ghost.” His almost black eyes pierce yours. You can see almost, consuming by them. Filled with more demons and stories than you could imagine. You continue to stare into his eyes longer than you should’ve. Holy shit- he has an accent. And he’s hot. You haven’t even his face yet- girl you need to chill ur ass down. You gotta be a boss bitch right now. Shaking your head, you take a step back.

“Well I am Captain Patches. I am a field medic and specialize in yes, you guessed it, patching fuckers like you up.” Smirking, you turn to face Captain Price. Hearing Soap cackle and Gaz scoffing, you extend a hand to him. “Excited to be serving along you sir.”

Price cracks a half smile while shaking your hand. “Glad to have you onboard ma’am. Now that you’re here and introduced to everyone, let’s get this shit on the road. Packs up, we have to depart in T-2 minutes.”

Well at least he’s nice.

Grabbing your packs, you follow the rest lead the way outside the building and to the tarmac. Seeing the C-17 in the distance making your heart soar. I can’t believe were seeing eachother, old friend. Time to fuck some shit up. You go to pull your hood up, covering your face, but are met by another hand pulling the hood back down.

“Wha-” you turn around to see Ghost walking behind you, eyes facing forward. His hand returning to his side.

“Don’t put your hood up yet. You’ll get radios and mics during the briefing,” his dark eyes briefly glance down into yours, “Ma’am.”

Quickly turning your head back straight, you puff your cheeks. What the fuck is literally happening right now. Lord have mercy.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #simon riley smut #simon riley fanfic #cod mw22 #imagine #series

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tht0nesimp · 6 months

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Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

tw; kidnapping but like...less organized and only mentioned a little bit, manipulation, violence, drugging, hypochondria, forced religion,

-he is much to his dismay like his mom

-He's like a constant nurse, even when you promise your fine! Hitting your knee on a rock hurt for sure, but its not like your going to die..well hopefully not, maybe he's right? thoughts like those will become common as he worms his worries into your mind

-He's willing to share, but only with the club, he continues to promise that its what's best for you when he gives you a prescription of Cyclobenzaprine, just enough to not give you too much serotonin syndrome, but a little extra joy is normal! Not being able to get up just means he needs to get you another prescription or eight! You trust him, dont you?

-Eventually when you try to distance yourself, all the drugs hes been giving you, all the prescriptions you now dont take will come crashing down on you. Hes not going to necessarily mock you when the kidnapping happens and you go through extreme stress and withdrawl...but this wouldn't have happened if you!-

-He gets along best with stan and mike, since all three want what's best for you

-He has his problems with, surprisingly, bev. She got you hurt once and he still hasn't completely forgiven her though he will back her up when you try and vent to him about her manipulating you

-Your overreacting! hes hurt you think she would ever spread rumors about you when she was bullied herself. shame, shame, shame on you

-Manipulation to the max, she will make you want to spend time with her. There is no other option

-She's one of the more patient of the group though, when you finally start to distance yourself she will calmly help create a plan to help bring you home. You will inevitably be back after all whether its due to drug dependency or the loser club knocking you out on your way back from a party, is up to the universe

-She wouldnt hurt you to a certain point, if she believes its for the greater good then your tough out of luck. But she prefers to just make you feel guilty and dependent

-she gets along best with stan and ben, as the other two are too scared to stop her

-Hes...trying

-Its not that he doesnt want you to not be a tad scared of him, but you make it so difficult! I mean, hes the worst at hiding his tendencies about you

-He doesnt fully get why you get bothered when he curses out your crush? What could possibly be wrong?

-Dont worry, he would never hurt you EVER. Well, not on purpose, a few scrapes on an adventure is different!

-He gets along best with mike and bill, as they both enjoy going on adventures with you as well

-Eddie and him clash sometimes, mainly just because of eddies naturally overprotective nature around you getting hurt

-Mike is a bit more gentle, hes one of the few who feels guilt about what hes doing

-Hes also very jealous of the others at times, and although hed never take it out on you..sometimes he gets clingy when he thinks you might be prefering the others over him in any capacity of the sense

-It goes without saying that he wouldn't hurt you, but he cant bring himself to rat on the others when the kidnapping happens. He locks the guilt even further back in his mind at that point and refuses to acknowledge when you call them crazy

-He gets along best with eddie and bill, all three are deeply concerned for your safety just about constantly

-Pomegranate??? When he's especially feeling in debt to god for giving you to him, he encourages you to pray! before bed...when you wake up...before eating....whenever you feel like leaving him...yknow when you should be grateful for things!

-If your not super religious he's...ok with that. Sometimes he may wish you were willing to engage with that stuff but he tries not to bring it up too much

-Besides that, hes somewhat tame. But he doesn't feel guilty

-He goes with the vibe of the group so if you do something wrong or when the kidnapping comes around and they feel you need repercussions he's not going to stand up for you but he wont be cruel to you

-He gets along well with bill and mike, theyre all pretty chill with you

-You wont know hes a yandere unless they kidnap you, he's a scrawny little guy with a stutter who is barely keeping on after georgie's death...do your really think hed ever do stuff like that?!

-You help him with his stutter, your one of the big reason he tries to overcome it when hes a bit older

-Theres not much he does besides a bit of manipulation about him feeling guilty for what happened to his brother, after all, who wouldn't feel bad for this poor guy!

-He gets along best with bev, they both like each other...and you so it works out for them to share you

#yandere IT #yandere losers club #yandere stephen king #yandere bill denbruough #yandere richie tozier #yandere eddie kaspbrak x reader #yandere mike hanlon #yandere stanley uris #yandere beverly marsh #CandiesActualFics

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aslantes · 11 months

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The butterfly effect

Levi x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Summary : A scene from the past is repeated and he understands who he has to protect Word Count : 1.2k

TW : Spoilers for ACWNR, characters death (tell me if I missed anything)

Author notes: It’s been more than a year since I wrote something, but I got a random burst of motivation. Hope you’ll like it! Since I don't write a lot, don't hesitate to tell me if you have any suggestions

When Levi was still a teenager and lived in the underground, he needed to be constantly on his guard, on the lookout for the slightest danger. He could only think about his own survival. He couldn’t indulge in a moment of peace, to take time to discover rare little corners of unexplored greenery that didn’t belong to anyone’s territory.

After the arrival of his two faithful companions, he felt responsible for their safety and was more vigilant in the face of this merciless city. Isabel and Furlan also had to be constantly on their guard to avoid being caught or killed. As the months went by, the morale of the three of them began to grow increasingly low. The lack of sunshine, the constant vigilance required to survive, and the dangers lurking around every corner was demoralizing them more and more. Especially Isabel, with her festive and explosive nature, lamented having to hide constantly in old, abandoned houses, where the only animals present were aggressive rats greedy for any piece of food that has fallen on the floor.

Levi, seeing the morale of his two friends at its lowest, decided to show them a corner little known to the other residents of the underground district. He told his friends that he had a place to show them and to follow him. The whole way, Isabel could barely contain her excitement at the surprise of his “big brother”. Once they had arrived at the long-awaited and hoper-for spot, Isabel and Furlan couldn’t hold back a gasp of amazement. The spot had a large round opening in the ceiling, which let in rays of light to illuminate the area. A few adventurous birds pecked at the ground from time to time before flying back to the sky when they wanted, a freedom that the three companions hoped for from the bottom of their hearts.

Occasionally, Levi, Furlan, and Isabel, would come here for a well-deserved break. Isabel enjoyed taming the birds and lightly stroking their fur. One of the three was always on the lookout, keeping an eye on the surrounding area to avoid any surprise attack from the enemy.

That day, it was Levi’s turn to keep an eye out for potential intruders in their makeshift haven. Looking behind some rocks, he saw a small bed of flowers, with an orange butterfly resting on them. He discreetly swept his gaze around to see if anyone was around and knelt, holding out his hand towards the butterfly. He had never seen one in his life, and its orange color reminded him the color of the sky he sometimes saw through the hole before nightfall. Luckily, the butterfly landed on his finger, and he watched it with curiosity and wonder. He gently brought it towards his two friends to show them the fruit of his discovery. When they saw the butterfly, they approached with curiosity and a little mistrust of this foreign insect. Furlan seemed rather indifferent, saying that they shouldn't be distracted by the slightest new thing, but Levi could see in his eyes that he was intrigued and amused by the butterfly. Meanwhile, Isabel was completely absorbed and amazed by the sight of the butterfly, not the slightest bit concerned by Furlan's comments.

As he looked at his two friends, Levi felt a pang of pride in his heart; he had managed to distract his comrades, even for a few moments, from the reality they were enduring in this dirty, unsanitary hole. He told himself that he would do anything to protect them and get them out of that place so that they could have a life filled with little moments of happiness like this one. The butterfly flew away and they watched it fly up into the sky.

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Several years passed, and he was now a member of the Survey Cops, without his two beloved companions, who had perished on their first trip outside the walls. He had hardened himself, both mentally and physically, to guarantee its own survival and the survival of others. He was known for being cold and direct in the way he spoke. He didn't let people penetrate beyond the mental shell he had created for himself. He had this deep-seated fear that he wouldn't be able to protect the people he cared about and that the same tragedy that had happened years ago would happen again if he got too close to someone.

But there was one person he had a soft spot for. He felt as if all his emotions and feelings were mixed into one indistinguishable ball when he thought of you. Wanting to ignore his feelings for you, in fear of realizing how much his affection for you had grown, he tried to maintain a certain professional distance. But despite his best efforts not to get too close, his heart made him do the opposite, and he often found himself offering you a horse ride when you both had free time. It had become the long awaited rendezvous of the week for both of you, although neither of you would admit it.

On a summer's evening, you headed for the same spot as always. A small hill dotted with wild flowers and a tree that provided some much-needed shade from the heat. Once off your horses, you settled down under the tree and a comfortable silence settled in. Only the sound of leaves moving and birds singing in the distance could be heard. The slightly warm wind caressed your cheeks, and you took a deep breath to inhale the summer breeze as you closed your eyes.

After a while, you began to pluck small daisies from around you to make a little bouquet. You stretched to reach more daisies before pausing. A butterfly had just landed on the flowers. Levi looked at you, puzzled to see you frozen, then his gaze moved to where you were looking. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of an orange butterfly. He couldn't help thinking that it was some kind of twist of destiny, even though he knew it wasn't the same butterfly he'd seen before. He looked at you again, his eyes softening at the sight of your sparkling eyes. The faces of his two comrades came back into his mind. A mixture of melancholy and determination filled him. He would protect you, whatever the risks. It would be too painful to lose you. Even if he swore he wouldn't get attached to anyone else, you're too precious for him to let anything happen to you. Even if he must keep his distance, never admitting his new feelings for you, that's okay. He's prepared to endure that if it means you can be happy and safe.

The butterfly flew away. You turned around, approached him, and slipped the small bunch of daisies into the front pocket of his coat and grinned at him. "The butterfly was beautiful, wasn't it? No answer, he froze because of the proximity of your face. "Well, I think it's time to go back, don't you?" you say, getting up and heading towards your horse. "huh huh" he replied, a slight blush on his cheeks and ears. Maybe he won't need to protect you by staying as far away from you as he thought.

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