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incrementgirls · 6 months

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Here's some spontaneous writing

Themes: transfem with girldick pov, lesbian barbarians, being captured, lesbian breeding, dominant cuntgirl, submissive dickgirl, rescue from transphobic setting

It's another miserable day in your shithole village. You're running low on the backroom alchemical hormone treatments you rely on, the entire village is being an asshole to you as usual, and your boss at your tavern job as the janitor is yelling at you more than usual today.

You wish something, anything could rescue you from this place. All of the villagers made fun of you for wanting to be a girl, and after you took hormones all of the men act even creepier to you than before. You wish a gallant lady knight could come rescue you from this place on a beautiful white horse.

As you finish mopping the tavern floor during opening hours, you hear some people shouting outside multiple times, and see your coworkers rush outside in a panic. A little afraid but ultimately curious, you go to open the door only to see massive horses with leathers and weapons strung along them marching through the town, with large, buff women riding them clad in bear hides and light armor.

You gasp as you realize its the barbarians you've heard about moving into the forest nearby, they're apparently all women, and they're here! You hear a loud thud as one of the massive women dismounts her horse and shoves one of the men into a nearby wall, drawing an axe from her back as you hear her loudly declare that they're here for tribute.

Your heart beats loudly in your chest, do they want money? food? the danger gets your blood pumping but these powerful women seem incredible to you compared to the village assholes you've grown up with your whole life.

As you wonder what kind of tribute the barbarians want, the villages whisper amongst themselves and shirk back from the road, as the tall woman walks over to you and smiles, her long braided hair swaying along her back as she takes your cheek in her hand. Her eyes pierce into yours, like someone you've known for a long time seeing you, even though you've never met this woman. "Mmm I like this one~ I'm taking her."

The buff lady picks you up by the waist and hoists you up on her shoulder as the villagers gasp. "Why do you wan-" One of them begins to say before the barbarian shouts back at him "I'll take whatever I want! If any of you have a problem with me taking this woman draw your blade so I can cut you down!" The villagers begin to jeer loudly as the barbarian women take sacks of flour, barrels of ale, and other supplies from the town and fasten it to their draught horses.

You lay on the woman's shoulder much like a sack of flour, astounded at what is happening, but also blushing at the way she loudly declared you her woman to the entire village. You let her set you onto her massive horse and watch as the barbarian women take what supplies and goods they want and ride out of the town.

As your ride leads into the forest, you hear the women start to sing a song together while riding and laughing, many of them already having broken out some mugs to tap into the ale barrels and have some drink on their return trip. You wonder what kind of life this road will lead you on, remarking that ironically you are leaving the village on a strong woman's horse.

As the women finish their ride through the forest and come upon a set of circular houses built into some large trees deep in the forest, you gaze in wonder at the small home they've built here as some unarmored women smile and wave at the ladies riding in finish singing their jolly song.

As the horse you're on pulls up to a lonely small house, you yelp as you're yanked off of the horse into both of the arms of the large woman who took you. "Haha, you're such a well behaved piece of tribute, seems like you were just waiting for a woman like me to come take you, eh?"

You blush and try to stammer out some words only to fail as you look up at her while being held in her arms. "Hahaha, I'll get you settled in here real quick~" she says as her warrior compatriots give off some whistles for her carrying you into her home like a captured princess.

You finally get out some words, "I-I'm sorry I can walk on my own my lady..." She chuckles and walks you over to her bed in the far corner of the house, letting you flop down onto it and catch your breath as she starts taking off her light armor and clothing, not even bothering to close the door, though you cant be seen directly out of it from here.

"You can call me mistress from now on sweetcakes~" She tells you with a swagger as her breasts fall free from her clothes and she pulls your legs close to the edge of the bed, licking her lips. You feel a tinge of panic as you realize she might not know about your body, trying to tell her "M-mistress I-i should tell you-" But you're too late as she lifts your apron and simple dress before noticing your leaking, hard girldick and giving a slight surprised face only to grin immediately after and tell you "Oooh the girls will be jealous of the woman I pulled~" Drawing a surprised expression from yourself before she explains "Do you know how rare it is for us to be able to breed with our woman? I'm going to keep you real busy lass~" As everything has moved so quickly, your heartbeat finally catches up to what she means, only for your face to go beet red at knowing.

The large, buff woman gets on top of you, her massive biceps dripping a little sweat onto your soft skin. "I-i don't know how effective my seed is mistress..." " That just mean's we'll have to fuck every day then doesn't it~" She whispers into you ear and then pulls down your bodice and gropes your breasts.

You moan loudly, your body heating up like it's been waiting for this all your life, and she reaches down to stroke your girldick while gently biting your neck, drawing even louder moans from you.

It isn't long before she has you lubricated and pins your arms above your head while her strong thighs and ass bounce on top of your girldick, her cunt sucking you in and squeezing every bit of girlcum out of you for an hour until her cunt is leaking with all the girlcum you had in you.

You're left gasping as she gets off of your girldick and some girlcum drips out, she takes a single deep breath before walking over to a towel on the wall and wiping her sweat off real quick, only to walk directly outside naked and talk to another warrior women who gives her a strong handshake as they both laugh.

You struggle to catch your breath over the next hour after all of the stress and rigorous sex, and finally manage to sit up and pull the bedsheets around you before your mistress walks back in with another barbarian lady who is smiling while taking her clothes off, exposing her similarly toned physique. "My women are gunna make good use of you sweetcakes~ Don't bother getting out of bed for now, hahaha" She laughs as she pushes her large braids behind her head and enjoys watching her warrior approach you on the bed.

You blush again as this other strong woman pushes you back down onto the bed and roughly kisses your neck and lips, drawing more moans from you as you feel your head spin from the even more intense smell of sweaty women and sex filling the house, her pussy wetly grinds against your girldick as this other warrior women's hands grope your hips and she slips her fingers inbetween yours, pinning your hands against the bed as she settles her pussy onto your still lubricated girldick and begins to breed you, your girlballs smushing against her well-muscled crotch as her pussy sucks and squeezes your girldick for whatever girlcum you've made since an hour ago.

As this barbarian lady finishes sucking you dry she leaves a kiss on your cheek and thanks your mistress before grabbing her scant clothing off of a hook and walks out the door naked. You struggle even harder to catch your breath before looking into your mistress's eyes as she sits down on the bed next to you, her grin softening into a small smile as she gently caresses your cheek, whispering to you through your gasping "You're safe here" Drawing a sudden shower of tears from your face as you turn your whole naked body into the palm of her hand, kissing it while crying a river into the bed, soaking it even more.

The large woman continues to gently smile and brushes your tears away before pulling the bedsheets over you, remarking that she should probably give you some longer breaks inbetween breeding sessions until you build up more stamina. You look up at her with utter devotion in your eyes, telling her that you'll do anything for her, before she chuckles and says your number one priority is getting some rest and food then, since it's likely more of the barbarian women will want to breed tomorrow. You kiss her hand gently before the last of your energy leaves you and you lie panting under the light bedsheets while she gets up and walks out of the house again without clothes, making you wonder how often the lesbians are all naked here before you pass into sleep.

Let me know if ya'll like this lesbian barbarian themed stuff with some likes and I'll write more!

#lesbian barbarians #lesbian nsft #trans nsft #my fantasies #my writing

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friezagirl · 2 years

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Eeeh, I'm back! Am I back to talk about Jake Lockley one more time? Yes. I am addicted and drugged to the Moon Knight series and miss me like air? Definitely yes, hahaha. Okay, anyway, I wanted to give a more complete insight into "Steven's Date by Jake", because I think there are a lot of things to say, but difficult to say given the little information we have about it. However, I thought again about why it happened. Jake doesn't intrude, just like Marc doesn't want to be noticed, but why I suppose is due to not wanting to turn their lives upside down, he wants to protect them and maybe he knows that if they know about him, they should accept this very different part of them of Marc and Steven and it wouldn't be easy for them, or boh. I don't know why exactly, I can only speculate that it always has to do with the fact that he wants to protect them, since Jake is like that in the comics, he protects Marc and Steven and also whoever is in danger. Maybe Jake can't show himself to them, but he sees their lives, he knows everything about them, he watches from the sidelines, but why doesn't he show himself? Maybe he can't do it or does he not want to disturb their lives? Perhaps, since he protects them, the reason is more the second hypothesis. I really want to know. However, the girl, when she shows up at the counter at the museum, as well as when she answers her phone; she never says his name, neither Jake nor Steven, but Steven had the tag on his chest with his name, and she must have seen it, as well as she must have known anyway because they had been working in the same place for a long time. It is therefore normal that they have at least crossed paths from time to time, and then she is a tour guide, a job that Steven craved more than anything else. So Jake had nothing to do with this and he must have introduced himself to her as Steven. (Yes, the date was at the steakhouse, but maybe that's more because Jake doesn't know any vegan restaurants since he isn't, and of course Steven never goes out for dinner, so Jake couldn't know where Steven would take the girl and he opted to have her own way, so then we could also get to know his non-vegan tastes.) Anyway, the girl is a history buff, she is a tour guide, kind and quiet, so she was perfect for Steven. Jake must have known, Jake maybe thought that girl was fine for Steven because they had the same interests, Jake did it for him and not for himself. If Jake doesn't want/can't show himself, it means he didn't care about that relationship, he had it all set up for Steven. And the reason is very simple, yes, Steven lived a quiet and peaceful life, but he was lonely, very lonely and sad, and he also had "sleepwalking problems" that worried him a lot; Jake must have seen that he was living a not very mentally healthy life, so he gave him a hand whit a girl. Too bad it didn't work out, but Jake is a good big brother, yup. So, in summary, I'm continually stating just one thing: that Jake is a good guy, yeah! And I want them to confirm it with a second season, okay? Ah, one interesting thing I went looking for was the meaning of the colors. Steven's sarcophagus was white and Jake's was red, which could be simple: red means evil and white means good but not quite, at least for the Egyptians. I found these meanings here about colors.

"White suggested omnipotence and purity. Considered to be colorless, it was used for simple and sacred things. It is the color of silver and light, and therefore of nobility, synthesized by the five-petalled white lotus. It was customary to cast plaster into the foundations of buildings, it alludes to creation, renewal and finally immobility, achieved through a long process of initiatory purification." So the meaning attributed to Steven is purity but also renewal, to bring a path of purification, something that we saw in episode 5 and that he gave to Marc. It fits perfectly, perfect for Steven. The meaning I found of red for the Egyptians is much longer however. "Red represents the color of sovereignty and of the throne and of strength, of vigor, of life itself, it echoes in the dress of Isis, the great sorceress, protector of children and of weaving. It is the color of life and victory, a symbol of anger and fire. It can also mean destruction, divine anger. It is no coincidence that "making red" means killing and for this reason the scribes used ink of this color to write the name of the deities to be execrated, such as the perfidious Seth or the monster Apep, devourer of the Sun. Its red color could therefore take on the meaning of evil or victory, depending on the context in which it is interpreted. Red was commonly used to symbolize the fiery nature of the radiant sun and the serpent amulets representing the "Eye of the King" (fire, protection and the possibly malevolent aspect of the sun) were made of red brick. " This color has many meanings: life, victory, anger, but red also means protection, okay? Good, great, I want to focus more on that meaning for Jake because he's not evil and he's not a bad person, but he certainly suffered a lot and his story wasn't shown to us but it's obvious that pain made it so, to give him all that anger that he holds inside and that leads him to victory when he lets it out; he is foul-mouthed and aggressive as fire but despite this he is a reasonable person who protects people. This is Jake, he's really complex that's why I like him and that's why I want more scenes than him.

I was also trying to understand why one sarcophagus was standing and the other lying, certainly that also means something, but I have not found anything. If I find anything I'll write it down, if you know, tell me. :3

I just hope I'm not talking nonsense with these theories/hypothesis, but it's Marvel's fault for showing so little on Jake, okay? So now it's my job to catalog his character and feelings.

#Moon knight #Spoiler #Jake Lockley #Steven Grant #Marc Spector

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bringmefoxgloves · 2 years

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Random ask to get to know u better- why foxgloves? I always wonder. Also do u like foxes and gloves or do they have to be combined lol

thanks for asking!!!! hahaha it's not about foxes (tho I do like them!!!!! have you ever heard them gekker?) and not gloves (tho I do like those as well! except when i'm gardening. i like to feel the Dirt) nor fox's gloves (which i would like to see. suppose swiper has to count i guess?) but foxgloves as in the flower!!!

foxgloves have a lot of meaning to me. putting this under a cut cause oof it's long. and kinda sad now reading it back.

first off, there's the appearance of them! the red, purple, pink, yellow or white bell shaped flowers all traveling up a long alien looking stalk. they're funky looking flowers! i like them! would count them as my favorite flower i think.

as far as creatures that rely on them, one of the most common moths i have encountered (a bug that all my family members ask for me to catch and release) is the lesser yellow underwing, which eats them! it's cool to know that one of the insects i often save is one that feeds on one of my favorite flowers.

then there's the use of them. they both heal (in use as a base derivative of heart medication for heart failure) and harm (they are highly toxic, earning the names dead man's glove and witches' glove).

they are extremely toxic, both to animals and humans. touching them for too long or worse, ingesting any part of the plant can lead to poisoning which can result in a painful and prolonged death.

there's something appealing to me that has such wildly different outcomes contained in the same thing.

and finally, the personal significance of them. oddly enough, they're not native to where i'm from but common foxglove has naturalized here. so i remember them scattered across my entire childhood in the pacific northwest. in friend's backyards, on the wayside of railroad tracks i would follow, in parks and along ponds and creeks i swam in.

but perhaps where i remember them the most was in my grandmother's backyard, or at least right below it. an entire hillside of the plant, growing every summer underneath the pines, framing the view out over the lake. that was where i felt the calmest as a child, where i had the best memories.

i would like to someday get a tattoo of them, to remind me of my hometown and my grandmother.

and while that all sounds picturesque, just like foxgloves themselves, there's two sides of that coin.

that little town was deadly if i had stayed. i left (for the last time) when i was 20, and every time i revisit, i get the same sort of floating feeling you would get from foxglove poisoning. like i'm walking among ghosts, or perhaps i'm the ghost myself.

i suppose they serve as a twisted kind of nostalgia for me, a reimagining and romanticizing of a hard childhood in a small oregon town that was quite toxic to a brown queer nd kid like myself. i like to remember those summer afternoons, the droning buzz of bumble bees and pretending i was a knight with a stick, and not how lonely and isolated i felt, how much of an outsider i was even then.

i've been trying to find the silver lining of such a place for my entire life. my mind keeps being drawn back to it, the beauty of it, all those woods and trails and lakes and beaches hiding something that would have liked to kill me or at least hurt me.

i'm reminded of foxgloves whenever i visit my old hometown, still just an hour down the road. the strange looks i get, people avoiding me. i try to think about how pretty it all still is, and try to not touch it.

i guess i like foxgloves for a lot of reasons, and not all of them are healthy, but that's just how i've survived.

also, i have a tag for my feelings and memories of my childhood there, titled foxgloves.

#cai says things back #wow this was way longer than i wanted it to be and way sadder at the end #foxgloves #but fun fact to end this and maybe bring the mood back up?????#folklore says that foxes wear the flowers on their feet to make them quiet!!!!! how cute!!!!!

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kuromantic · 3 years

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Tales of Zombish: Haikyuu Light Novel Translation

*This is my translation of the Zombie Knight Zombish snippets from the light novel. It’s split into 5 parts, and inserted between each chapter of the light novel. Don’t copy this to another site. The translation is under the cut!

Zombie Knight Zombish

1: Zombish is Born!!

Nightfall. A lone swordsman wakes up. A swordsman that does not know of true death, because of experiencing a false death.

“...Wait, it’s still evening, you stupid crow!”

The man yells at the small crow beside him, having just woken up by a thin bush. The man’s body was wrapped up in an old, tattered cloth—which must have been a cloak some time ago—which covered his entire body.

“I could have gotten burned by the setting sun…” The man blocks out the sunlight with the tattered cloth, and the crow caws apologetically.

“Well, it’s okay. I don’t even have a body that can be burned.”

The man laughs, and the crow flaps its black wings, flying ahead up into the sky. The man follows it with his gaze, squinting at the brightness. He stands up.

“Oh, well. Guess I’ll go.”

The man starts to walk. His frame was thin and delicate, which could be seen even when it was covered with the tattered cloth. And on his back, was a sword.

The sword, which is large enough to not be recognized as one at first glance, does not suit the lean man.

“Man, I wonder if a car will pass by… Eh, I guess no sane person would have gasoline now.”

There’s no road where the man looks ahead.

In the dead world where smokey, dried up wastelands stretch out for seemingly forever, the man continues to walk alone today.

“Yeah, isn’t this good? Isn’t this good? It sounds like the story’s just begun, right?”

The rookie mangaka, Udai Tenma, stands up with an excited face and gets another drink from the self-service fountains. He returns to his table with a glass of cola in his hand. He continues working on his storyboard.

The only equipment on the table is a notebook, a pencil and an eraser. On the open page, there are scribbles that nobody else could decipher. It’s the storyboard Udai made with all his effort.

I wanna try and make a manga. I like it. With that, Udai had drawn a manga during his college years. And it had won an honourable mention in the rookie awards. He had gotten an editor and debuted as a mangaka. But the reality was, he wasn’t quite reaching serialization.

But now, “Zombie Knight Zombish”, is being created in the restaurant. And there’s a confidence that hasn’t been there before.

“‘Everything but death is nothing but a scratch’? He needs to get over himself… No, maybe ‘Mortal bodies, they make me jealous.’...”

Udai mumbles dialogues to himself, changing his expressions to suit the main character’s. The other customers at the restaurant glance at him.

But he can’t afford to care about those gazes.

Zombish needs to help the heroine attacked by the enemy, in an extremely cool and overdramatic manner.

And the enemy has to be a fated opponent that Zombish has known before turning into a zombie. The heroine needs to be a key person, for Zombish to return from zombie to human. And of course, she needs to be cute, a little strong-willed, who tries to join in on the fighting sometimes. But also a girl who you just want to protect…

A flash.

The girl’s eyes can only capture the white hand, emerging from the tattered cloth and gripping the sword on his back.

She feels wind brush past her cheeks, and closes her eyes. She opens them again, and the bandits have already collapsed onto the dry ground.

“Huh? What…?”

As the girl struggles to comprehend what had happened, Zombish is already starting to walk away.

“Hey, don’t leave me behind!”

She grabs the knight. At that moment, the tattered cloth on him rips and falls to the ground.

What appears is not the handsome knight she expected. Nor a fighter that’s big and well-muscled. It’s a skeleton.

“...Wait, bone?! Why bone! Bone? Wait, do bones even talk?!”

“Yeah, I’m bone! So sorry I’m bone, sue me!”

The knight picks up the truly tattered piece of rag, and hides his body. It truly looks like a skeletal model. He turns his back to the girl.

“Anyway, I’m bone. So I can’t go with you. Protect yourself, you’re on your own.”

The “bone”, that had slain a crowd of bandits instantly, tries to walk away from one single girl, as if to escape from her.

Staring at Zombish’s lanky, weak-looking back and the huge sword on it, the girl shouts over at him.

“Hey, bone! Can you eat?”

Zombish turns around, lifts the tattered cloth, and points around his stomach with a laugh.

“You wanna see me eat? It’s hilarious.”

“If you don’t eat… That means I don’t have to share my food or water with you, right?”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re bone or not, if you can defeat these guys. You’re pretty strong.” The girl points to the iron-clad, muscular bandit with a mohawk. “And I should sew that cloth I ripped back together…”

Zombish laughs, his hard skull distorting a little. “I’m not strong. Those guys are just small fries. But I guess I’ll have you fix this cloth for me.”

At those words, the girl runs up to him.

In the dried-up world of death, two footsteps mark their paths. Up above in the sky, a crow flies around in circles. As if to watch over them.

Zombish’s journey has just started!!

“I wonder what my editor will say…”

The man, once the “Little Giant”, leaves the restaurant and returns home. And without changing his clothes, collapses into his futon for the first time in a while.

2. VS Editor A!!

“Zombies aren’t usually skeletons, right?” Akaashi Keiji opens his heavy mouth, holding his coffee in one hand. It makes Akaashi heavy-hearted to meddle with a work an author brought to him.

Kanda, Chiyoda City, Tokyo.

In the editorial department of Weekly Shonen Vie, there’s an extreme lack of people in the afternoon.

The rookie mangaka, Udai Tenma, freezes momentarily in the meeting space. And he attempts to brush it off with a laugh.

“Yeah, I thought, ‘Is a skeleton okay?’ for a bit. But maybe a Japanese-style zombie would be new, and I thought I could pull it off. We all get cremated in Japan, too. Hahaha.”

“I see.”

Akaashi looks at the copy of “Zombie Knight Zombish” on the table, and Udai laughing in front of him. And he says one more time, with force behind his words. That this is the last time he’ll say this, and he won’t say the same thing again.

“Zombies aren’t usually skeletons, right.”

The question mark had disappeared.

It’s not a question, but a confirmation of fact.

“...Yeah.” Udai replies weakly. He drops his shoulders, and bites the straw of his cola.

It’s tough.

It had been his best work. He had a confidence in it, that he hadn’t before with his other works. But his concept had been fundamentally criticized.

The editor continues talking to the crestfallen Udai.

“And one more thing.”

“...What is it?”

Udai hunches his shoulders, looking up at Akaashi like a scolded child. Akaashi sips his coffee, adjusts his glasses and lets out a breath. He opens his mouth slowly.

“We’ve established that a skeleton is not a zombie. But I think this skeleton’s design is a little lacking, in the first place. It’s no different to any old skeleton. For the main character, I want a quirk that will tell you it’s Zombish with just one look.”

“Any old skeleton?” Udai says, and draws a normal-looking skeleton into his notebook.

“Yes. For example, he could be wearing glasses, or he could have a large scar. I want a unique design. Even if you draw him simply, you would know it’s him. If I were to ask for more, I’d even say make his silhouette recognizable. That’s how strong his design should be.”

Udai adds a scar to his skeleton, and mumbles, “I guess it can’t be a scar, if his silhouette has to be recognizable.”

“The scar is just one example.”

“I’m sorry…”

Udai slurps the cola at the bottom of the glass, which is pretty much melted ice. He laughs disappointedly.

“I thought the skeleton was fine, since he was cremated. Like a Japanese-style zombie. Well, there’s no zombie-ness, I guess…”

At those words, Akaashi’s glasses shine.

“Then… How about you make Zombish look more Japanese? It could link with his sword, too.”

“What?”

“Well, this is just one what-if scenario.”

“...No, I think it could work. I’ll think about it! Then maybe he can look different from any old zombie!” Udai grabs his pen, and draws a Japanese-style zombie in his notebook. “If it’s Japanese clothes and a sword, he’d just be a samurai… How do I give him the zombie knight feeling…”

Watching the pen move busily and create many versions of Zombish, Akaashi feels a weight lift from his heart.

It makes him heavy-hearted to meddle with other people’s works. But sometimes, his words make the author take a step in a good direction. That must be why he can continue with this job.

“So now, please brush up on the work. And, depending on the edited manuscript, I may bring it up during the serialization meeting.”

Udai’s pen stops moving. “Wait, why?! You’ve been talking about my work so harshly and tearing into it this whole time!”

“...I haven’t been tearing into it. It’s entertaining, so I just want to make the story even more entertaining.”

Udai’s face crumples, as he looks up at Akaashi. “Akaashi-san, you weren’t just an unpleasant person, after all!”

“I’m an unpleasant person…?”

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean it that way! I meant it in an um, good way!”

Akaashi doesn’t ask what exactly he means by that, and organizes the manuscript. “Zombish is very entertaining, compared to the works you have brought me so far. I think you have a chance.”

“Thank you!”

“Oh, and lastly…”

“There’s… still more?” Udai tenses.

Akaashi chuckles, before talking. “I’ve been thinking for a while, but this bit on the edge of the page, saying ‘Zombish’s journey has only just begun!’. You don’t need to write that. It’s the editor’s job.”

“...!!”

4. Get Serialized!!

It’s just past noon. Noticing that the phone is ringing, Udai reaches out from under the futon. He checks, and realizes it’s Akaashi. He gets out of the futon in a hurry, and answers.

“You were asleep.” Akaashi says, in the same straightforward tone.

“...I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry too. I’m going to get into it. Your one-shot is well-received.”

At those words, Udai’s hand begins to sweat. He had been told to make a one-shot for the extra issue, and had made “Zombie Knight Zombish” with everything he’d got.

He had changed Zombish’s design into a young man with patchwork skin, after Akaashi’s critique. He likes the way the bandages show around his collar. It can’t have been a skeleton, he thinks. It’s hard to relate to a skeleton.

The “recognizable by silhouette” task had been cleared with the axe on his head. The zombie knight element was incorporated, by making him detach his left arm to wield his sword. Maybe they’ll make a movable figure out of the character.

Above all, it was a work he’d been confident in. If it had still been absolutely hopeless, Udai wouldn’t have been able to recover from it.

“Thank god…” Udai feels the tension drain out of him, and Akaashi continues.

“And now, I would like to brush up Zombish to prepare for serialization.”

“Of course! With pleasure!” Udai answers with gusto, almost like an izakaya employee.

“Firstly, your heroine.”

“Yes!”

I should probably fix up the heroine a bit more, Udai thinks. Make her cuter, better… But Akaashi doesn’t steer the conversation in that direction.

“In the one-shot, Zombish saves her, and they decide to go on a journey together, and it ends there.”

“Huh? Oh, yes.”

“If the one-shot will be chapter one, are they going to be travelling together in chapter two and beyond?”

It’s not anything fun, like about making the heroine have a good figure or about how revealing her clothes should be.

And really, Udai hadn’t been thinking what would happen once it got serialized. Well, he supposes it would be like what Akaashi just said.

“Wouldn’t the readers grow bored of that?” As if to read Udai’s mind, Akaashi says.

“What?”

“The main character and the heroine go on a journey together the whole time, an enemy appears, he saves her, he defeats the enemy, and then moves on. And they continue like that until the final boss.”

“Yeah…”

“Wouldn’t that bore people?”

Wait, am I getting given out to?

No, he’d only been thinking of the one-shot as a base, so he hadn’t set anything beyond that in stone. He had only thought that leaving the readers hoping for more would be enough.

“...Um, if it’s possible, I’d like to talk about this in person.” Udai says, wiping the sweat off his palms with his t-shirt.

“All right. When are you free?”

And so, in the editorial department the day after, the brainstorming session in the meeting space had continued for more than two hours.

“So then, instead of a heroine that just keeps getting saved…”

“She’d be like a buddy that also gives witty comebacks.”

Udai draws a bunch of expressions for the female character. Flustered, angry, glaring… He stops his pen, and looks at Akaashi.

“Then maybe Zombish will have a goofy side, instead of just being cool?”

“But please don’t make it into a gag manga. Looking at the survey results, there are a lot of people saying that the manga is interesting because Zombish is cool.” Akaashi answers, looking at the survey chart.

“I see… Balancing it out is hard.” Udai draws out a bunch of Zombish’s expressions in his notebook, and laughs. “But it’s fun. It feels like I’m making a manga.”

“It’s good to hear that.” Akaashi smiles for a moment, and continues. “And also, about the enemy. Instead of them being a group of bandits in the harsh world, making them an organization would add depth to the story.”

“Oh, maybe they’re the reason Zombish turned into a zombie?”

“Sounds good.”

Udai’s mood lifts from Akaashi’s acknowledgement, and opens up a page earlier on in his notebook.

“Look here! The final boss is a fated opponent from before Zombish turned into a zombie. And the heroine is a key person for Zombish to turn back into a human. So I thought right now, maybe the heroine is the daughter of the final boss.”

In contrast to the excited Udai, Akaashi lets out a low groan of uncertainty.

“...So what, exactly, is Zombish fighting for?”

“You always ask questions that can make the whole thing fall apart, Akaashi-san.”

“Well, isn’t that the most important part?”

Expanding ideas simple-mindedly is fun. The more he expands, picking up the pieces and making the story coherent will be hell, though. But knowing that, talking about final bosses and rivals is genuinely fun.

“Secret hideouts are great, aren’t they?”

“If they’ve taken over this world, isn’t there no need to keep it a secret? Something that would display their power…”

“A castle!”

7. Secret Technique: Bolster Up!

Just after serialization, the response had been very good. It had been. Udai had been in a good mood, asking “This will definitely be turned into an anime, right?”

But now, it had gotten to a point where they couldn’t let it get any lower on the survey rankings.

“........”

“Are you okay?” Akaashi’s senior sees him with his head in his hands, and speaks to him.

“...Oh, yes.”

“It’s about Zombish, right? You should bolster it up with something. Like, with a pretty girl or a handsome guy,” the senior says. “Well, I don’t know.” He returns to his seat, after saying his part.

“Bolster it up…”

Akaashi’s brows knit together.

Would that be enough? Could such a hasty, superficial solution entertain the readers? Well, the current results point to the fact that they’re not entertained. But even so, shouldn’t they be charming the audience with the protagonist’s appeal, or how interesting the story is?

“The protagonist’s appeal, huh…”

But what are the features of a protagonist that will be loved?

What kind of story makes the readers want to come back for more?

“.....”

It would be the anticipation the readers have for the main character. What will happen next week? What will he show us next? Expectations as such. There must have been a lack of absolute protagonist strength, if he thinks about it.

But that was the result of trying to create a dark fantasy, painting a delicate picture of emotions. Precisely because it was an absurd world with a zombie knight appearing in it. Was that what they had done wrong? Was it impossible for his literature department-aspiring self to make an entertaining manga, after all…?

After pondering for a long time, Akaashi lifts his head with a start.

“....!”

Wait a minute.

Am I making the same mistake again?

Am I thinking I could control the author and the readers?

“...No. Pour your spirit into each ball, pour your spirit into each ball…”

Yes. Focus on the next point, the next ball. Focus on this week’s story, the obstacle the protagonist must overcome.

His desk becomes messier each day, as if to reflect inside his heart. Akaashi closes his eyes, and focuses his mental state.

“Don’t think about what’s easy, think about what’s fun. What’s fun…”

The survey rankings going down, getting discontinued isn’t fun. Then what is he meant to do…?

“Give feedback… Connect it to the next step… The next…”

The seniors look at Akaashi worriedly, in front of the printer.

“Akaashi is muttering to himself again, is he okay? He won’t quit, will he?”

“He always comes back to life afterwards, you can leave him alone.”

“Yep.”

“I want an absolute, strong main character.” Akaashi says to Udai, during their meeting.

“Absolute?”

“Yes. Like a star that hits any ball with his utmost ability.”

“Am I going to get discontinued?!”

Udai stands up with a clatter, face growing pale. Akaashi shakes his head quietly.

“...Please calm down. It’s not getting discontinued, yet.”

“...Yet…” Udai shrinks, and sits back down.

“It’s a tough situation, but let’s turn things around.”

They’re burning their bridges behind them.

On the walls around the meeting space, there are many posters of works that had been turned into anime and movies. And the cardboard boxes blocking the corridor are packed with samples of goods.

They have to join the ranks of those popular works, at all cost…!

Akaashi brings his gaze back to Udai, and starts to summarize the things he had thought about for the past week.

“The main character… Zombish is a ‘star’. The readers have expectations for the star. What will he do next? What awesome moves will he show us? What kind of crazy risks will he take?

“We want the main character to amaze us with unexpected, yet charming actions. Whether Zombish sinks or swims will depend on how he overcomes next week’s desperate situation.”

Akaashi lifts the paper bag on the floor. “And there’s a favour I want to ask from you.”

“What’s this? I was wondering about it for a while.” The paper bag handed to him is unexpectedly heavy. Udai glances inside. “A blu-ray?”

“Yes. I picked out swashbuckler films of all types, that have useful scenes for composition and pose references. At this point, we should take in anything cool and flashy.”

“Thank you!”

“Also, it will be hard for you to watch it all, so I wrote the times for scenes I want you to watch.” Akaashi gives him a note.

“I’ll definitely watch it! I’ll use them as references!”

“I’ll do anything I can as well. Let’s both try our best.”

There’s no way Akaashi can control what story the author will bring to him, what the other works will be like, how the readers will react.

So, he should think about what he can do, what he should do.

Avoiding discontinuation— it’s hard, but it shouldn’t be impossible.

10. Our fight has only just begun!

“Zombish is getting discontinued… You have seven chapters left…”

After getting the phone call informing him of the discontinuation, Udai had gone outside. Staying in his room felt too painful. But why, and how he’d come to the editing department, he doesn’t remember.

Akaashi had been taken aback, after Udai had come without contacting him. But one look at his face, and he knew he couldn’t leave him by himself. And so he had taken him to a nearby coffee shop to talk to him. It was just his luck that he hadn’t gone outside the company.

“Please order anything you like.”

Akaashi gives the menu to Udai sitting opposite to him, but Udai drops it onto the table, not having enough energy to hold it.

Akaashi pulls the menu closer to himself, trying not to show his shock. “Is coffee all right, then?”

“........”

There’s no answer, but Akaashi asks for two cups of coffee from the waiter. He chooses his words carefully, and begins to speak.

“We had unfortunate results this time, but…” Akaashi continues, to the dejected Udai. “And as a suggestion from me…”

“........”

“I would like to get a fresh start with a new work. We should solidify the concept more for your next work, and compete with a work only you can make.”

“Next…?” Udai raises his head at last, only to slam it back into the table. “There’s nothing! There’s no such thing that only I can make!” He lifts his crumpled face, and yells.

“That’s not true. There must be something…”

“It is too! There’s nothing!”

Akaashi can only bite his lip, while his assigned author descends into total panic.

What should he do…

He can’t just say “Bye, then,” and leave him feeling downcast. He had wanted to part ways with him in a positive manner, connecting him to the next step. That might just be his own ego talking, though.

“...I’m sure there’s a good theme for you. Is there anything you liked as a child, or something you put your heart into?”

“I’m just a jack-of-all-trades, average guy. I’ve just gotten by in regards to study, sports, art and music…”

When Udai had been in good form, he had preened about it, saying “I can do pretty much anything!”, but now he’s totally dejected. Well, that can’t be helped. He’s getting discontinued, after all.

The only thing Akaashi can do, is to tell him his completely honest thoughts.

“I don’t think a serialized author is just a jack-of-all-trades, average person.”

“I’m not a serialized author anymore, I’m a discontinued author…”

At that moment, the waiter arrives. He shows a slightly intrigued face at Udai’s words, but immediately puts on his professional face and turns on his heels.

Akaashi takes the cup, and inhales the aroma of coffee to calm himself down. He thinks. Maybe he should make some small talk, and change the mood.

What should he talk about? Not about his work, or about what lays ahead. Then, about Udai himself? He wonders what he had talked about with him recently. What club had he joined in college? Where was he from?

And he remembers.

“Udai-san, you told me before that you’re from Tohoku. Were there any unusual traditions there? That you can write a manga about.”

“...Yeah, I’m from Miyagi. But I lived in a normal estate, it was all pretty normal.”

Udai says with a hoarse voice, and absentmindedly puts sugar cubes into his coffee. Many, many sugar cubes. Akaashi thinks he’s adding a bit too much, but there’s an atmosphere around them that makes him unable to say that.

“Well, maybe where I live is in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, to you. You’re from Tokyo, after all.”

“That’s not…”

Akaashi thinks that Udai is getting a little too dejected with him, but he can’t be blamed. “Zombie Knight Zombish” is Udai’s first serialization, and his first discontinuation.

Food, sleep… Udai had sacrificed such human necessities, and yet his work had not been well-received. Of course he would be dejected.

And as a new employee, “Zombie Knight Zombish” was Akaashi’s first work that he had launched from nothing. Due to being emotionally invested in it, Akaashi had felt deeply disappointed about the decision made for Zombish.

Which is exactly why he had wanted to end it on a positive note. Surely there’s something in common with them, that they can talk about…

Akaashi, feeling cornered, opens his mouth. And starts to talk about something unexpected, even to himself.

“...Actually, I have someone I know in Miyagi. It was in relation to the club I was in during high school.”

“I see.”

Udai stirs his coffee with lifeless eyes, not picking up the conversation at all. He doesn’t even drink the coffee that is surely too sweet.

“........”

Of course. Someone else’s high school years is the most irrelevant subject to Udai right now. But really, what should he do? Telling someone they’re being discontinued, and thinking of what happens afterwards, is a first for Akaashi. And it’s a big job. He isn’t sure what the correct thing to do is.

Akaashi falls silent, and Udai opens his mouth. “...What club were you in, during high school?” He asks, not sounding that interested. It feels more like he asked out of obligation, because there was a break in the conversation.

Akaashi feels regret, after realizing he’s made Udai read the room for him. But at the same time, he feels relieved that some of Udai’s energy has come back.

“Volleyball.”

“I see. I did volleyball, too.” Udai says. “During my years, we went to the Spring High nationals, too.”

At those words, Akaashi places the coffee he had lifted back onto the table.

“Oh, me… too.”

“Really?! That’s amazing, Akaashi-san!”

“No, you too.”

And with a light premonition, Akaashi asks. “...Which school did you attend in Miyagi?”

“It’s not a powerhouse, so I don’t know if you’d know…” Udai laughs, before answering. “It’s called Karasuno.”

Please look forward to Udai-sensei’s next work, “Meteo Attack”!

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Interdimensional Moms pt4

Part 3 here! <-

The tales had be interesting. The tales had even been emotionally gripping, yet all of them so far didn’t seem to register at the moment as Ruby’s teammates looked at her with the same excitement she used to give her own mother during story time. Ruby couldn’t help but give a little smile.

Ruby:I take it you’re ready for my turn? You do know it’s not exactly a sunshine and rainbows story, right?

Weiss:We figured as much, but....

Yang:You’re so different! From the moment you showed up I could just feel it in my gut. You have this...presence about you. Not to mention intsene confidence.

Blake:Yang is right. You said you beat your Salem when your seventeen. That’s...scary if I’m being honest. Such a drastic departure from any of our worlds.

Ruby:*red* Hehehe ummm I guess I’m just awesome? Really I don’t think it’s the most outstanding feat. At least by my worlds standards I suppose. I mean sure, I’m consider cream of the crop there too but there’s talented people and challenges all over that would put me through my paces still. I’m just...me.

Weiss:Sigh...honestly, I suppose that means our own skills must pale in comparison to our counterparts.

Ruby:Mmmm I wouldn’t say that for sure. My Yang would kill me if she heard this but there’s something about the one right here that has spark I dig.

Yang:Really?

Ruby:Uh huh. Can’t put my finger on it but I think you take her if you want it bad enough. As for Weiss....couldn’t tell ya. Haha, I know better than anybody to not underestimate the power of mother, and you pumped twins out.

Weiss:Not sure if those are pity points or real ones but thanks either way.

Blake:You don’t even have to tell me I’d lose. Just gave an entire story about me an my condition.

Ruby:Don’t feel too bad about it. I can’t imagine much reason for you two to fight for any reason. You’re both too reasonable to not reason with yourself.

Blake:Aw I’m touched.

Yang and Weiss:We aren’t....

Ruby:Hahaha I’m just saying! So, I guess I take things from the top like you all? From what I learned from all of you our Beacon experiences really are more or less the same, not counting certain interactions between a bookworm faunus and an adorkable blonde knight. Enrolled early, blew up the entrance, Weiss was rude, Yang ditched me, all the same beats.

Yang:There’s no super badass change like you beating Cinder the night of dance and making our entire lives easier?

Ruby:Ha! I wish I was that legit. No, I was very much the young girl tripping in heels that night. Vytal festival came around and was attacked, then Beacon fell. Pyrrha was lost and so was Penny. Difference being that was my last time seeing her, unlike Weiss’s story apparently.

Weiss:Yeah that...that’s a little bit of shock to be frank. Sorry.

Ruby:No worries. Not like you did anything and it was decades ago for me now. After that day is when I started to get a bit more serious I think. I had always taken being a huntress seriously and never slacked of in trying to live my dream. However, my perspective may have honed in on just how do or die life his when you’re the one choosing to walk into unknown danger. Team RNJR’s first and only mission, save the world!

Yang:Sub mission: Flirt with Jaune Arc.

Ruby:*blushing* We do not choose who we fall in love with it. But yes, that may have been a personal pseudo mission for me. He’s my first friend at Beacon for crying out loud and I you know.....thought he was cute then too.

WBY:Yeah that checks out.

Ruby:What does that mean!?

Weiss:Ruby, even my Ruby admits to finding Jaune attractive and having a crush on him back in the day.

Blake:Same.

Yang:I already went into enough detail on how my little sister feels about Jaune. Your just the reality where you pounced on the opportunity and never let go. Struck when the iron was hot and none of us were around; sly fox.

Ruby:Gee you make it sound underhanded. It isn’t like I intended to actively pursue him. Everyone was really sad and stressed traveling to Anima. There was a tension in the air. One that really strained us. I did my best to keep focus, but a leader is only as put together as team. Ren and Nora confided one another as usual and I tried being there for Jaune because seeing him emotionally shut down was rough; so I did my best to be there for him. Then...he ended up being there for me and I was the one who needed comfort. All the airing out and late nights just...led to....*red*

Blake: “Breaking the tension?”

Ruby:I guess that’s one way of putting it. We were lonely. I hid my feelings best I could under the veil of comfort in the moment. Not that needed to. He made it pretty clear that he wanted me in the same way I wanted him. I just the two of us were too scared to ask for promises we weren’t sure we could keep so we loved in the moments we could, so to speak.

Weiss:If it wasn’t under dire situations, all that sounds oddly romantic.

Ruby:Right!? Looking back at it makes the entire thing seem romantic but I definitely wouldn’t wish a similar experience on anybody! I guess it’s what I wished for when I fantasized huntress life huh? Things obviously got better along the way. Our relationship got a bit more serious right before we got to Haven. Then Tyrian and other crazy stuff happened that threw all of us into panic mode again before slowly getting better again by a lot.

Yang:We showed up?

Ruby:Bingo! You and Weiss, met Oscar, and then eventually Blake came back. Things were on the up and up.

Weiss:Uh, Haven attack?

Ruby:We lived, up and up. Yeah you got stabbed but you know...that’s not new I’m sure.

Weiss:Yeah I have the scar and I’m still little pissed.

Ruby:Valid. Anyways, so my Atlas experience was different as hell. There was no formation of Remnants armies like Weiss spoke of or even between two kingdoms like Blake. Yang, what happened yours again exactly?

Yang:Nonsense. Cinder showed up with lackeies but not Salem’s lackies. Those people showed up separately, then Adam came back from wherever the hell he- a lot! A lot of people showed up for different reasons but also the same reason and to be frank, we all almost got shot by the military for being in bases that quote unquote, “didn’t exist.”

Ruby:Man I wish we traded. That at least sounds crazy enough to be fun. Just a rollercoaster in the dark basically. My experience was probably as hectic, but also way more streamlined. We showed up, and then all hell broke loose. Specially a mass grimm invasion lead by Cinder and her annoying associates. We were there for about three weeks updating General Ironwood and getting our barrings together when it happened. I wanna call it a hit and run tactic but it was clearly planned in advanced. Mechs were hacked again, traitors in the military, grimm lying in wait before hand; it was chaos! All for the relic.

Blake:Who was the maiden?

Ruby:Never met her. By the time we got there, Ironwood was panicking because she had vanished, taken right from under his nose. It was some young girl apparently, really young. The attack on Beacon looked like child’s play to this. Mantle got attacked, grimm were on the chains, they tried dropping Atlas to the ground; all a diversion for a relic. We all should’ve died, and yet, we didn’t. Winter and Weiss weeded out traitors, huntsman and military held the line, Yang bested Hazel with Nora, Qrow and I cut down Tyrian! Ren, Blake and Jaune helped the kingdoms while Ironwood struck down Watts. Nobody was in the mood to die that day. There wasn’t gonna be another Beacon. By all means, we were pissed. Even Raven showed up of all people.

Yang:What!?

Ruby:You can’t attack a kingdom without the world knowing. Especially when traitors leak info. Honestly she came for you though, or she never left to begin with. Couldn’t tell ya. Thanks to Maria I had a bit more handling with my eyes. That helped a lot. Without them and Os-

She stopped herself, choking on the words. The zest and excitement of recalling the heroic feats of her friends dimmed slightly with her smile. Her joyful smile became bittersweet like the memory.

Ruby:Then there was Oscar, the real warrior on that flamed filled night. That battle had to have been three days at least. We were so driven, and so tired. I was tired, but Cinder, Neo, and the others with her at the time weren’t; always showing up at the worst time. I managed to push Cinder back in a fight but grimm and others still swarmed. We were at a point that grimm very well might’ve did us in and the villains didn’t have to push any harder. But Oscar changed that. Hehe, what’s it about country folk that makes people like him and I not hesitate to grit our teeth? That dork looked at me, gave me the biggest smile on the the steps to Atlas, and then he left. His hair went white as he twirled the cane and then he left, forever. Oz came out, and he left nothing to the imagination. “Limited magic” my butt. He obliterated grimm and made a barrier aroma Atlas while everyone else cleared Mantle long enough for the world to send reinforcements. Salem didn’t get the relic, but she got the maiden and thousands of casualties. Oscar being one of them. Also, Whitley....he was in critical condition for a very long time.

Weiss:What do you mean...critical condition?

Ruby:Everything happened so fast Weiss. Panic was high, buildings fell....a piece on him. I wasn’t there but when I eventually found you, you were nearly hysterical and banged up. By some miracle he lived even though we could not reach him and he did not get aid for awhile. We thought him dead. It was only after everything we learned somebody got him. Being rich never paid off more than with medical bills. Thanks to youth and medicine he can still walk, but he can only do so much before being tired. He also left Atlas. The cold hurts.

Weiss:So, I run the company because he can’t?

Ruby:I wouldn’t put it that way, but it was one of dozens of reasons that made that goal stronger for you. Relax though, both of you get plenty of time to be witty siblings like I told you earlier.

Weiss:I know. It’s just, I guess it’s hard imagining Whitley hurt like that. I don’t think I could handle it.

Ruby:You definitely teetered in the moment. Knowing that happened though probably gave you anger and grit to fight the entire battle. You were a beast. Scarier than Winter. Anyways, that hollow victory was a real wake up call for the world. They didn’t know about Salem and we never told society in earnest. Cinder and other conspirators were enough to make Remnant work together to boost defense. Relief went to places that needed it and I, became the face of hope. Haven, Argus, Atlas, even people from Vale got to chattering of a particular group of people who always seemed to answer the call for help. Then the towns in between chattered. Yours truly had been carving a name in the history books and was only gain popularity the moment I stepped into Vacou, alone.

Blake:Alone!?

Weiss:What!?

Yang:Where were we!!!!!?

Ruby looked at surprised faces around the table, smiling tenderly. She looked down her dress and pulled out the cross she wore around her neck. Her thumb traced its edges as her mind began wandering down an old path paved with emotions raw to the core.

Ruby:I’ve always felt different. Not just because of my eyes but that there was just...a certain spark that never stopped going off for as long as I remember. There are plenty of people who can’t bare to watch others suffer, but there are fewer people I believe that truly feel the agony of other people’s pain. Beacon, Haven, Atlas, Argus; there was no place I went that I didn’t see the faces of others lamenting, and I didn’t make me want to grieve. Atlas took so much out of all of you and I just felt so....driven to stop that ache. For everyone’s sake, but mine as well. I wanted the world to finally get to the happy ending. Enough trauma had be sowed for a hundred lifetimes, so I went on ahead of everyone. I never doubted you all would follow but I wanted to get ahead of the curve and take on as much of the suffering I could do others wouldn’t. If the world wouldn’t give me a miracle than I’d be it myself for everyone else.

Yang:That’s suicidal! Salem wanted you specifically!

Ruby:It’s not like I went marching up to her door and said “1v1 bitch, I’m here” no, I just chose to move forward quicker than what we were all doing. Believe me, all of you were upset when you caught up, after I had already saved Vacou. *smiles* I really like that place. I told the people it was the next target and all they did was double down on pushing back. I managed to pin down the Summer maiden before the villains and thanks with the city on alert, there wasn’t a shift in the sand that didn’t go unnoticed. I got the jump on Mercury and Emerald, personally paying them back. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. It didn’t take long before they realized how screwed they were with them being outed like this and Cinder having the nerve to retreat before hand. Both of them threw in the total, outing the plan against Vacou. A wipeout of a win. Not to mention they told me the location Salem’s little hiding hole.

Weiss:We missed all of that?

Ruby:That’s what happens when I leave in the dead of night and running on adrenaline. Like I said before, people were tired. As much as all of you wanted to hoof it, other’s were relying on you. Atlas almost dropped for gods sake. Eventually when you all caught up it was at a good time. Soloing was rewarding but difficult. Fortunately Sun, Neptune, Ilia, and a few other familiar faces were close by if I needed an extra set of hands. My little stunt earned the anger of everyone for awhile.

WBY:Yeah no shit...the leader left.

Ruby:Yang was the most upset, followed by Uncle Qrow, and you Weiss. I was ready for the blowback. Jaune and Nora saw me though and bursted into tears. Hehe, wasn’t ready for that. Felt terrible and cried back. To prevent that stunt again, my Yang convinced Raven to link me. A couple days of apologizing and rest smoothed things over. It also gave time for just a few close friends and colleagues to get together for an assault on Salem’s castle. A few were apprehensive about it at first but at the end of the day I was going. That attitude was infectious apparently. You guys, actually everybody, they started getting this hunger to end it all. Maybe it was the high of victory? Regardless, it sent me racing to the end with those that I loved most.

Yang:You’re a real “my way or the highway” kind of Ruby. I don’t get how that explains what made you so...elite.

Ruby:I’m not sure what to say. A fight needed to to fought so I fought it. A cry for help was heard so I ran to it. A grimm needed slaying so I slayed it. People needed me to win so I didn’t dare think of losing. Dying was never option, even when it stared me right into my eyes. I had things I wanted to do and people I wanted see for years to come. I guess...I am strong because of the fact I want things my way. A moment I’m not giving it 110% is a moment wasted. After all, a huntress is all I ever wanted to be.

A single dream she wanted since birth. The never ending desire to be the hero in stories told to her many nights ago. That’s all it ever was. That’s all it’s ever been. Even in meadow of beautiful red roses, one would be the rose that captured the eyes of many, that bloomed stronger than the rest. As simple as it was, that had to be the answer here. Weiss, Yang, and Blake were in front of that flower. The Ruby Rose that simply bloomed stronger than the rest. The one that clung to her dream as if letting go meant dying itself. The devotion was inspiring, yet also overwhelming. If this was Ruby they had lead them that day in the Emerald Forest, could they have kept up? Could she be the leader they followed? No, they couldn’t have. Something deep down inside them gave them that answer. No matter how she looked and how much she loved, this Ruby Rose was cut from a cloth they simply weren’t off. The same as others, but oh so different.

Weiss:You’re....kinda a monster, you know that right?

Yang:Seriously, I’m so...floored. It’s intimidating.

Blake:Not to mention humbling. I used to think I gave it all I had. Now I’m not so sure.

Ruby:Oh don’t be like that you three! You’re all living proof there was more than way to go about life, this war! Everything you gave was enough because you’re done with it! Nobody failed. Besides, I...am far from ideal. The assault was challenging. Getting around hoards of grimm and making it to Salem was hell made real. Neo tried taking another shot at me but Yang held her off with help. Everyone pushed the obstacles in front of me out of the way as I went to Salem herself. Cinder had been abandoned by her and stripped of a lot of her powers. Angry and desperate, she tried killing me again as a way to prove worth. I beat her. However, I let her walk away.

Yang:What!? Why would-

Ruby:Naive, I was...naive okay? She was all spent and though I hated her, I just couldn’t. Not when I looked into her eyes and saw that same hunger I had to claw and scream at my dream until it was in my hands die inside her. We both knew from this point on there was absolutely nothing she could do where this ends her way. All she worked for turned burned to ash. So I gave her the choice to not burn up with it. Cinder swallow her pride and then fled. A part of me couldn’t help but rationalize killing her didn’t solve or justify any of my beliefs or desires. It would’ve done it because I hated her like she hated me. That was the dumb logic of a seventeen year old who never quite learned to take things slow.

Blake:....I don’t think it’s dumb. Naive for sure, but maybe that’s good? Even my Ruby, she never wanted to act on hate. She didn’t. Salem lives.

Weiss:Mine sent her soul to be at piece instead of passing a cruel judgment.

Yang:As a person who’s seen what you looked like with nothing but vengeance inside, I can say it doesn’t fit you. Before that day you had a warmth inside you to even foes that were somewhat admirable. You chose to leave Cinder’s fate up to those who had that hate and Salem was undone by her own doing at the very end. That’s what really makes you special Ruby. That’s why you’re called an honest soul. Good will is your nature.

Ruby:....Hmm, you sure know how to butter me up. *scratches head* I guess that part of me is uni-I mean multiversal. Strangely, that makes me feel better, to a degree.

Weiss:Do we even have to ask what happened to Salem at this point? I doubt the story ends with you loosing and having to retreat.

Ruby:Who’s to say it doesn’t? I could’ve been beaten to death before the gods themselves descended down to revive me with awesome power.

Yang:....Did you?

Ruby:Wh-No! Haha, I made her an immortal statue.

Blake:I-It was that easy?

Ruby:Well I wouldn’t call rushing into hell’s castle easy, or Salem. I lit her up at least a dozen times. My head pounded from each use, I was tossed around a bunch, magic is annoying, and not to mention running out of ammo. I left nothing to the imagination in that fight. If it were easy then I wouldn’t be rooting my horn and my age doing it. I was so tired I blacked out afterwards. I woke days later with a sore body and the title of “Remnant’s Savior.” Apparently beating Salem had weakened the grimm everywhere and all of you made sure who was to be thanked for it. That’s the tale of how I saved the world with my friends. Love, trust, elbow grease, and a lot of bullets. Before the final battle, Ozpin had struck a deal with everyone involved. In return for saving the world, he’d cut ties with us.

Yang:Seriously? What brought that about!?

Ruby:Good or not, he lied and was a schemer. Sure I was gonna try to save the world regardless of his interference but there wasn’t a person alive that didn’t to finally take a step towards the future after all this. All of us finally had time chase dreams and help the world the way we wanted to before all of this. Blake begin mending hate, Weiss took back her company, if Yang wasn’t with Blake then she was seeking more answers to Raven on wild adventures.

Yang:You mean Raven still left after all that!?

Ruby:In her defense, both of you made everything fucking awkward when she was around. It’s like you both wanted to talk about something but knew any subject was a land mine so you all you ever did was...stare, like weirdos. Glad that’s in the past. She just lives with dad now and you two now to hold a conversation. I dare not ask for more. I’d be a granny by the time I did.

Yang:Sigh...I don’t know what I expected. Shit it the fan several times and children were born before mom and I found solidarity and understanding. What did you do afterwards? Your goal was already met.

Ruby:Like hell it was! I started busting my butt traveling around the world, visiting every place to help in anyways I could. Ren and Nora tagged along for awhile before going off to make an orphanage in Anima near Ren’s old village. That left Jaune and I to do our hero thing.

Yang:As well as other things....

Ruby:Hey, what can I say? We were young and going up in the world. By the time I was nineteen, I was now a married to my partner and best friend.

Weiss:Uhhhh-

Ruby:He’s my partner on RNJR and you’re my BFF, gosh did I really need to explain that hehe?

Weiss:I just had to make sure. Crazier twists could happen.

Blake:Wow you married young. Not that there’s a problem but I’m surprised. Then again you also dated earlier than my Ruby. Hehe, weapons were on her brain for a long time.

Weiss:No kidding. When I learned about you crushing on my brother I was shocked to find out you liked anybody in general. Especially a person who isn’t a weapon nut in the slightest.

Ruby:*shrugs* All you’re telling me is I’m clearly the most impatient or impulsive Ruby you all know. Don’t know how that happened. Maybe I was dropped as a baby or had one too many coffees growing up?

Weiss:I’m willing to bet it’s both.

Ruby:Ruuuuude. So yeah, that’s...the story of how I saved the world and married Jaune. We even built a home just outside Vacou, overlooking the kingdom and neighboring town in the distance where Maria grew up. Yeah, that’s me....more or less. All the triumphant parts anyways. Anything later on is......

.......

Blake:R...Ruby? You okay?

Ruby:Nope, not really. *clenches cross*

Yang:......You know, I never really got religion, especially after learning the truth. It just seemed completely hollow when you learn of the real gods, ya know? However, I changed my tune a bit after being a parent and then some more when uncle Qrow died. It was never really about the truth behind if those other gods were real-

Ruby:It’s the piece of mind in believing in a better place for loved ones and having people watch over you. It’s truly based on blind faith in every sense but that’s okay as long as it gives peace of mind, to stay strong. Yeah....that’s why I wear this.

Yang:If that’s the “why” then I guess the unavoidable question is what happened?

The reaper leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. Ruby brushed her hair out of her face while her face went pale. Then, Ruby’s eyes, her teammates watched a pair of stunning silver eyes dim, becoming akin to a clouded mirror.

Ruby:Being a huntress was all I wanted. The plan of having a family and settling down never appealed to me much. I feel, I felt like being in the field was where I was meant to be. It’s where I was most myself in a way. So the day I learned that I was pregnant was more than a little upsetting and terrifying, until dad and time itself filled me with the most genuine joy I may have ever experienced. Dustin Arc Rose, my first born son. He opened a door to a world and life I never knew I wanted to be apart of. Then...that door was shut minutes after, when Cinder and Neo stole him right from my arms. I couldn’t do a single thing about it other than blackout. That single act of good will I showed, it did nothing but kill me inside. The same way I did to her.

WB:.....

Yang:Ru-Ruby....your eyes.

Ruby:Hmm? Are they clouded? Funny, I would’ve thought your Ruby would’ve had a similar change. Maybe that’s a world exclusive thing, or a testament to the will you Ruby has to endure. Clouded eyes on a silver eyed warrior means the person has lost the desire or rather the mindset of persevering life. Be it their own life or wanting to end another’s life out of resentment, strife. My entire world fell apart when I woke up and learned nobody was able to retrieve Dustin. I was in pieces, Jaune was broken, nobody was the same. There wasn’t a soul we didn’t know that hadn’t tried to find a lead, but we never did. He was just...gone; and I couldn’t cope at all.

Weiss:I don’t think any mother could. Ruby, I’m so sorry that happened to you.

Ruby:I’m sorry too. I lashed out in anger, and shut people out. My eyes clouded and I dove into my work for a little over a year doing nothing but searching aimlessly as I took and every job back to back. The more time went by meant the more people eventually had to go back to their own, and it drove me up a wall inside. No one could reach me. I didn’t want anybody to. Not even Jaune. I....*teary eyed* I left him alone in house. There was no part of me that could even attempt to understand his pain because I was drowning in mine. I was told he tried his best to catch them at the hospital. I never hated him for not succeeding but I...he... I just, I can’t. I don’t know what I thought. All o knew was I didn’t even want him to touch me. How cruel is that? *hugging herself* I made him drown in despair in the same way I was. I wasn’t home so often that I never realized he eventually left it abandoned to live with dad. Yang and Blake I didn’t even show up to your wedding. Jaune did that much. Hell, Raven attended. Ruby Rose as a person didn’t exist any more. I was only a wandering huntress looking for answers or the challenge that might’ve ended me.

Blake:What changed?

Ruby:Oz, he did what nobody else dared to do. He fought me. I don’t think he thought twice about it. He was prepared to accept all the anger I kept inside until I eventually broke down into tears like I’m trying not to do right now. Thinking about that time is still, extremely difficult. Oz let me lament, encouraging me afterwards to finally except the fact Dustin was gone and that I needed to process it properly. First I went to you Yang, in order to have a my big sis to lean on. Can you guess how that went?

Yang:With me holding you tighter than I ever had before.

Ruby:*smiles gently* I don’t deserve you. You and Blake then came to patch with me where everyone else waited for me and helped me face Jaune. That may have been the hardest thing I’ve done. Grieving or not, the fact that I left him in such a state. I know what that does to people firsthand and yet I left. For the first time in over a year we embraced and finally grieved together. The next two years were spent trying to heal and cope. During my time away the world had fully acknowledged me. I even got a proper nickname, but it all felt hollow. Imagine that, achieving your dream but not caring? If that’s not salt in a wound then I don’t know what is.

Weiss:What’s your title?

Ruby:I am the person people want to see when evil comes to cut their story short. I am a symbol that their tale still has more to tell. Remnant has named me The Storyteller. Curtsey of Maria, who spread the name around. Healing was slow and most nights I felt a pain in my heart, but then everything changed. One moment made me dare to try again to open that shut door in my life. *looks at Yang* I held your son in my arms. Sweet little Kovu.

Blake:*smiles* Kovu? Now I wonder who named him?

Yang:*red* Huh...how about that? Hehehe, wish I could meet him. I know he isn’t technically mine but I can’t help but feel all warm now. Also I can’t believe I named him that!

Weiss:I can. Veronica’s middle name is Nala.

Yang:Okay, maybe not marrying Blake was a win? Clearly I can’t be trusted to not name my children after other cats.

Blake:The wrong kind of cat too. I’m a panther faunus, not a lion. Even if they’re blonde that’s still false advertising of what they are.

Ruby:Well Yang was the one giving birth so you lost a majority of the option to complain.

Blake:That is fair.

Weiss:You gave birth to Vee, so I think that solves who picked her first name.

Ruby rested her head in her propped up hands that rested on the table. She felt exhausted reliving that chapter of her life mentally. Still she managed to smile, then smile bigger. Her eyes unclouded and a warm feeling filling her again. What Ruby said earlier about what made her different may have reign true, but her friends could since that there was now more to it. Ruby had spiraled into an unimaginable tragedy, yet was able to bounce back thanks to loved ones. To smile as she does, it was truly a strong sight to see. Even if she wasn’t fully aware of that.

Ruby:Carmine Arc Rose, my second born and the first child to call me mommy. Followed many years later by itty bitty Garnet. He’s my little man, five years old while is big sis is seventeen now.

Yang:Damn! That’s a gap. Oh, also congratulations. Almost forgot that part. I’m glad you got to be the super awesome mom that-

Ruby:I am easily C-teir.

Yang:Oh come on! What!?

Ruby:Listen, I know I got on you all for calling yourselves bad parents, but I will hear no debate about me understand!? I flop a lot of times.

Weiss:That doesn’t make you a C-teir. That makes you a new mom, silly.

Ruby:*grumbling* I agree to disagree but thank you. It’s just a lot okay. Too much to dive into honestly.

Blake:Summarize. Give us an abbreviated version.

Ruby:Ummm so Carmine is real special kid. The absolute love I have for her is unbreakable but gods damnit if she isn’t the most... “me” I could be! In a way similar yet different from myself, Carmine has always had this sense of urgency in her and a love for the world around her. She recognizes that it’s a fragile piece we have and just how hard I’ve worked with everyone to make it. I could tell that from her when she was five. I’d sound crazy, but the fact she used her eyes at the age proves I’m not.

Yang:She has silver eyes!? Why didn’t you bring that up?

Ruby:I thought that was obvious. All of my kids were born with then. Unlike her baby brother though, Carmine was a weird little kid. She didn’t socialize well. Still doesn’t, she’s kinda comes off rude and cold because of her bluntness. She doesn’t really express all her feelings or understand others fully. One might call her a little cold but the passion she had to protect life itself is a testament to how much she cares. Carmine is also a genius fighter. To put in perspective, people use the same nickname for her that they used for Pyrrha.

WBY:Oh....

Ruby:Yeah! It’s not hyperbolic to say ever since Carmine is far beyond any skill I was at her age since she turned thirteen. You called me a monster earlier but no, I merely gave birth to a beast. I mean she could pass the huntsman exam at fifteen if I didn’t make her wait. I can’t call her arrogant, she talks with confidence because she has that right by all means. Still, besides her face, that’s where the similarities start separating; besides terrible grades in general stuff. We’ve never been in step completely. To put simply in her own words, “What I am is a hero, while she is a huntress.” That good will and mercy I try to give everyone isn’t how she rolls. It drives a real wedge that has resulted in us not going on missions together.

Blake:Is she...killing?

Ruby:She has before, and it had valid reasons entirely, but I also know for a fact she is more than capable of bringing down people without taking that step. Not all cases are that intense thank goodness. Her overall aggressiveness is the root of the problem. You don’t have to put you back into it when handling thugs. They aren’t Hazel.

Yang:Ooo okay, yeah I’m seeing what you mean now. It’s like that one comic you always read!

Ruby:Sigh...yeah she channels a bit of Batman energy and I need her to not do that all the time. I suppose being an honest soul isn’t particularly hereditary. It always feels like we aren’t enjoying each other’s company these days. I can’t blame her though. So....you know how all of you have had one serious problem that has both destabilized yourself as well as the kids and their relationship to you? *clouded eyes*

Weiss:Wait...you loosing a child wasn’t that?

Ruby:Oh it was. It just so happened that it never ended. It grew day by day. Night by night. Jaune and I were cautious with Carmine. Going as far to give her contacts and giving birth to her off the record and not at a hospital. Just in case Cinder came back. Well, Cinder and Neo came back, with my Dustin.

Nobody said anything. What do you even say to that!? All they did was let out a stifled breath and tried to gauge Ruby’s look of guilt.

Ruby:Yet again we had gotten too comfortable. It happened when Carmine was thirteen. I don’t think Garnet was even one yet. That’s when the cruelest realization hit me. My son had been alive and hearing about how his so called mother being a person who saves everyone, yet she never came for him. She had moved on, letting his eyes become clouded with such seething hate for the world she did save; the children she had after. It’s been four years since the day he attacked Carmine and helped grimm try to invade Vacou. To this day it’s been a life of staying on gaurd, searching for them as they popped up countless places to tear Remna- to tear me down and I can’t decide what part hurts the most. The amount of anger that prevents me from killing Cinder in a blink of an eye, or looking at my daughter who has told me herself that she is going to kill her older brother because I’m too weak to do so. That I’m in no way as good as the world believes me to be. *puts hood up* Like I said, C-teir mom, at best.

Blake:That’s- you can’t- there’s no way for you to reach him? Maybe if you-

Ruby:He looks at me the same way Neo and Cinder do, Blake. They raised him to hate me. Besides, he hurt Carmine. She’s just not gonna let that slide and frankly I shouldn’t either. Carmine acts tough and for the most part is, but gets terrified like everyone else. In many ways she’s still just a young girl that I wish had never chosen to become a huntress. If I had it my way she’d just be a normal girl with normal knees; but her mother’s weakness and inexperience wrapped her up in yet another war. It’s ironic. I barely remember mom and yet I ended up putting my family in very similar situation as if she lead instruction. Happy endings, I’m not sure if I get-

Yang:You’re better than mom....

Ruby:......

Yang:Yeah I said. Look I love Summer Rose but at the end of the day she wasn’t around, not that she didn’t want to be, but it’s the truth. Several years of pleasant childhood memories and a lifetime of grief is what she left me, and all you got were tales you should’ve experienced first hand. Ruby you have spent seventeen years loving your daughter unconditionally and being there for her no matter if it’s for better or worse. Yeah you might not being doing it perfectly and I have no idea how to even fathom your predicament, but at least you are there trying. Take it from me, that’s all a daughter ever wants from their mother. It’s also what makes a pretty kick ass dad. *smiles* Chin up, hero. Your story isn’t over yet after all.

Silence filled the air and Ruby’s throat ran dry. Ruby pulled out her scroll to go to her pictures and displayed one of her favorite photos for everyone to see. It was Carmine’s fifteenth birthday. Ruby didn’t lie about the resemblance. the girl had short blonde hair that stopped halfway down her neck in the back and was longer in the front, reaching shoulders. Like her mother, the tips of her hair transitioned to red. The beautiful young woman tried to her hide her smile but her gleeful silver eyes were practically twinkling with joy as Ruby hugged her tightly from behind and a tall, more solid version of Jaune was smushing one of Carmine’s cheeks with an overly dramatic kiss to it. A tiny child no older than three at most was in his big sister’s arms. Garnet had his mother’s hair and eyes but something about the chubby face definitely showed Jaune’s features. The child had red frosting on his face and was reaching eagerly for more cake somewhere out of frame.

Yang noticed the girl took page from her father and wore some regular cargo shorts, but clearly didn’t lack flair by wearing a red crop top that showed off a fresh tattoo of the Arc crest on her toroso. Knowing her sister, that tattoo was most likely practical. The family looked happy, proud; and the mother of it currently sat across the table crying with her head face down in her hands cwhile Weiss and Blake hugged her from each side. Roses may have thorns, anyone who knew roses knew a simple truth. They’re still fragile flowers.

Yang:(Carmine Arc Rose. For you and your mother’s sake, I hope things go well)

xxxx

Though Carmine seemed cold by nature, people were quick learn the opposite. The most recent learner of this was a scared little girl that held on for dear life. It was nighttime, nothing but the sound of pouring rain and the distant glow of red and the warmth of Carmine holding the girl against her body while she sprinted through a mud ridden forest. The little payed no attention to the pain in her side, but the glow of roses, eyes, and flames through her tear filled eyes.

Beowulves chased frantically but then severed immediately by something the girl couldn’t understand, but it looked like the person carrying her. The dead beasts brought no comfort. Not when more followed close behind.

Girl:I-I’m sc...scared!

Carmine:Don’t look at them sweetie, it’ll be fine. Just keep being a brave little girl.

Girl:M...Mommy was back there.

Carmine:.....I know, she’ll be just fine. Your village, there are plenty of people there that will be just fine! Huff..... You got a name?

Mary:Mary.....

Carmine:Oh that’s a beautiful name, Mary. You know I was almost a Mary? Yeah my grandma was a really amazing person and I almost got named something similar to her. Mary is a very strong name!

Mary:You’re a liar! I’m sad, not strong. I want my mommy! Everything his dark and hurts and I want her!

The girl began painfully crying as Carmine followed her trail of roses to avoid getting lost. Things were getting worse. The storm raged and she could feel this girl burning in her arms. Not to mention the unsettling warmth the mixed with the cold rain against her body and dripped to puddles below. Any grimm near by could only be dealt with by many copies of her nearby, but that would only go so far when fear was out full force. Carmine’s boots felt like cement, but she still ran.

Carmine:Mary, you know what do when I miss my mommy? I sing! Yeah, my mom sings the best lullabies that made me feel super strong when I was little! It’s a magic song that makes everyone strong. How about I sing it you and they can sing it your mommy later okay!? But you have to close your eyes to really focus on the words!

Mary:*sniffling* Okay....

Baby deathstalkers swarmed the path made ahead as small Nevermores dove at her. Out of options, Carmine broke from the path, trying to rely on memory to go towards the safe zone while also singing lyrics to her favorite song.

Dream of anything; I'll make it all come true.

Everything you need is all I'll have for you~

Carmine never wavered. No matter how badly her lungs her or nearly slipped, she kept singing all the way to her destination where several other clones were seen racing towards with more civilians to injured or young to go themselves. An orphanage where Nora and Ren stood outside rushing people in while Jaune was keeping the grimm at bay. The sight brought a little ease.

Don't worry, I've got you; nothing will ever harm you.

I'm close by, I'll stay here; through all things, I will be near~

Carmine finally reached Nora and passed off the girl who’s grip weakened overtime. A few lyrics in and Carmine knew she was singing mainly for herself.

Carmine:Get her medical attention! I’m gonna go and find more! There’s still-

Jaune:Wait, it’s too dangerous!

Carmine:I know! That’s why I have to go! That fire is spreading and there’s stragglers pinned down! Dad.....I’m pinned down!

Jaune tensed up and looked at Carmine. No scraps on her and her clothes only soiled by others. It didn’t take long to realize. The man resisted the urge to run out to the ruined town and stood firmly.

Jaune:Carmine...end it. We’ll worry about the consequences later.

Carmine:....Okay.

Across the woods amongst the flames the real Carmine stood bleeding and bruised in front of two Beringel that charged over the vanishing corpses of their fallen with more grimm, her sword stabbed into the ground supporting her weight. Behind all living people that remained finally managed to flee. All except for a woman trapped by house debris. The woman watched this young huntsman stand proudly again. She wasn’t sure what happened next. All she heard was one sentence.

“Close your eyes...” before everything went white. Next thing she knew, Carmine was lifting debris off her as rain and wind washed away any evidence. A relief she didn’t care about in the slightest. She neither had the strength, or the time too. Much like Carmine, who began to pant and teeter. It was clear to the woman that whatever just happened didn’t come without cost as she watched the girl fall to her knees. Though she tried moving, Carmine was spent.

Carmine:Don’t worry...we’re safe....let’s-

Woman:Go...

Carmine:Huh?

Woman:I...my legs. Everything...I can’t move. Just go. I d-don’t think I’d las-

Carmine:Don’t talk like that! The hard parts over! I can-

Woman:Barely walk. *smiles* It’s okay. I don’t blame you. You fought hard.

Carmine:.....I...I’m sorry. *teary eyed*

Woman:Say, I know that face anywhere. Your Lady Rose’s kid. Funny, I thought your eyes were red? My daughter, Mary, she loves your mother. Makes me kinda jealous hehe, but hey I love her too. *crying* Do you know if Mary made it? She was wearing-

Carmine:A black dress, pink ribbons in her hair...

Woman:Yes! Is she safe? I saw you- one of you carry her off.

Carmine:...She’s just fine.

Woman:Good. That’s all....that.....

The woman never finished her sentence. Carmine’s body fell limp on the ground, facing the rain. Even with the cold downpour she could feel the warmth of her own tears, containing her emotions best she could as she looked through her clones eyes to watch Nora take Mary away from the survivors and out of sight to not stir further panic.

Carmine wasn’t sure how long she layed there, but it was long enough for Jaune to find her. The man didn’t say a word. The town was in shambles. Grimm were still fading and his daughter looked tired, but not in serious condition. Unlike the those who didn’t make it. Jaune put Carmine in his arms, carrying her away to safety.

Carmine:......Does mom ever save them all?

Jaune:No, but that never stops her from trying; or mourning.

She clenched her father’s shirt and let herself be fragile, to be a Rose.

Carmine:Next time. Mom and I, we’ll both get it right next time. A happy ending for all!

Jaune:Yeah, I know you will. Together....

#rwby #rwby au #the void #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #carmine arc rose #rwby rosebud #rwby lancaster

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Little Bird: Chapter 41

Read on AO3. Part 40 here. Part 42 here.

Summary: You need Kylo Ren to understand. He needs you to understand, too.

Words: 3900

Warnings: an attempt at emotions

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: Is this angst? Is this how you write angst? Is it angsty enough? Hahaha.

Thank you all very much for reading. Only four chapters left, and I am honestly terrified! Haha. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, I tend to like the ones where I can attempt something new. I want the emotional beats to feel correct.

I love y'all very very much. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

You were awake.

Your bed was stone, a slab that poked through your flesh into the bone, forcing adjustments between tired sighs. Even though this movement exhausted you, you found it impossible to sleep.

It couldn’t have been the baby. After all, it was blueberry-sized at this stage, a time when most women didn’t even know they were pregnant. And it couldn’t have been pain, as most of it had subsided, or faded to a pleasant, ambient hum in your nerves, far more comforting than distressing. It couldn’t have been hunger, either--at least not anymore. Sneaking food from the kitchen after sunset had quelled your raging stomach.

But you still found it impossible to sleep.

It was obvious, of course, why you couldn’t, but it was a memory you wanted to avoid processing. Johana’s tattered voice, gleaming tears, her admission--I give up, you won--played in your head like a busted cassette tape, rewinding with a sickening click every five seconds. Your Commander’s decision, his cruelty, that remained unprocessed too, a willing rejection of his apparent reckless obsession. You would not, could not consider just how deep, how desperate this obsession was, would and could not consider the urgency of its terrible course.

If you considered it too long, you would feel its twin, the ache in your blood, the silver pulse of your own mirrored need--and know its depth and its desperation as easily as you knew to breathe.

You sat up in a sigh. Beyond your porthole window, the quarter-moon was an opal shimmer over the garden, and the only stirring residents outside were crickets, grasses shifting with the whispered wind. If you were going to be awake and miserable, you could at least gaze into something other than your own empty ceiling--so you rolled out of bed with a groan, deciding bare feet and a nightgown were plenty appropriate for a time where you planned for no one else to see you.

On your tip-toes, the creak of wood could be mistaken for the settling of an old home, your fingers skimming the walls for stability while you crept down the steps and through the darkened halls. You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew your Commander to be a man of little sleep and littler compromise--seeing him was the last thing you wanted at this moment. When you reached the back door, you held your breath, flipping the lock and easing the knob to the left, prying it open, only to be greeted with a huge black shadow.

“Jesus Christ!” You bit a scream between your teeth, stumbling back--as your vision focused, heat rushed you. It was a Knight Templar. “Um. Hello.”

“What are you doing here?” This was Ushar again--you recognized his voice from earlier--and you relaxed, slightly. Your awkward moment with him was already addressed. “You’re not permitted to leave the premises.”

Another sigh escaped you, and you crossed your arms. You would’ve felt more embarrassed to be only in your nightgown if he hadn’t already seen everything else.

“I’m not leaving,” you replied. “I just want to be outside for a second.”

Ushar glanced into the garden, then back to you. Or at least, you thought he did. Helmet and all of that. “It’s late. The Commander will expect you to be sleeping.”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t really care about that right now.” You went to push past him, and he side-stepped to follow you. “Oh, come on,” you said, “why are you even here? He’s home, he shouldn’t need you.”

“We’re on duty until his meeting with the Council tomorrow.”

You blinked. “Oh. I thought all of that was today.”

He shook his head. “Preparation. Tomorrow is execution.” A pause. “Figuratively speaking.”

Dread sank its tiny teeth into your stomach. “Or maybe literally, knowing him.”

Ushar cleared his throat. “Yes,” he said. “Well.”

Silence settled between you. Strange, to speak with a man who had, less than 24 hours ago, stood in a circlejerk to spatter you with sperm, and stranger still to converse casually with him about the fact that your mutual Commander’s preferred solution to any issue was to blow its brains out.

“Well.” You cleared your throat, too, as if this would ease the tension in any meaningful way. “Look. I just want to walk around the garden a little bit. You can stand and watch me the whole time.” Half-grinning, you held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

“What’s that?”

“Oh. Um. Boy Scouts?” Your shoulders sagged. More heat at your face. Perhaps the strangest thing of all was the reminder that anything and everything familiar had been razed like a forest by Gilead’s flame. “They were like. A thing. Before…”

“Never heard of them.” Ushar paused, and pivoted to the side. “Go ahead. Don’t be long.”

“Thank you.”

Pinching your lips between your teeth, you slipped outside, neglecting the stone pathway and cutting into the grass. The little blades were fuzzy at your feet, wedging between your toes, and the air cleaned your lungs, the sky a lonely galaxy beyond the hedges and the yard. Gold twinkle lightning bugs flickered between the flowers, hovered above the pond, the sole source of light outside of the sterling moon and stars. You peeked over your shoulder at your sentinel--but he was motionless, observing you in silence.

Your feet carried you past the bench into the mini-maze, catching sight of the birdfeeder, the bag of seed. The Marthas hadn’t gotten to it, yet--not that they would have had time to--and in its day and a half of neglect, the bag had toppled over, spewing seed onto the ground, the feeder abandoned in two pieces by its side. It seemed almost rude, now, to see this mess and decide it was a job for someone else. With a shrug, you strode over, heaved the bag onto its bottom and started scooping handfuls of tiny kernels, dumping them back in.

They spilled like water through your fingers, raining onto your feet and the dirt--you seemed no closer to your goal with the next scoop than you had with the one previous. Another one, and another, and still the seed scattered, palms empty before you reached the bag. Sighing, you gave up, choosing instead to grab the feeder and pop on its top. As you gathered both halves in your hands, the backdoor opened, and you froze.

“Where is she.”

Your throat thickened. You dropped the feeder. He was here.

“She’s beyond the hedges, sir,” Ushar replied. “She just--”

Scuffing soles on stone cut him off, storming toward you--and you remained, unflinching. Even if you wanted to run, there was nowhere for you to go.

Kylo charged the corner into the maze, still dressed in black, his shirt unbuttoned low enough to expose his clavicles, which you hated to acknowledge. At the sight of you, he stalled, capturing you in his gaze, focusing on your figure, curves draped in your white nightgown, your breasts unbound, your hair wild vines over your shoulders. He swallowed, air rolling through him, attention drifting to your face. The muscle under his eye fluttered, his fists furled.

“You weren’t in your room.”

You knew hadn’t imagined it--the tremor in his voice, the quiver at his chin. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded scared.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Kylo took a single step--the distance between you seemed at once too great and too smothering, and he stopped, drawing a long breath through his nose. He stared, held it, chest rising, then released it, hands relaxing as he exhaled. His gaze slid to the hedge, tracing the woven ropes of leaves through the trimmed branches, wandering to the grass and landing there. The crickets hummed in the void. You would’ve asked why he had headed to your room if he hadn’t made the answer so plain to your eyes.

“The first time we met here,” he began, “I said I wanted to know you.”

You offered a slight shrug. “We’ve definitely become more familiar.”

“I do know you.” He glanced up. “I know that there’s a part of you that wants to stay.”

“Really.” Frowning, you shifted on your feet, ignoring the warmth at your cheeks. “You know that.”

Kylo stole a step. “Yes.” Another, and another. “I do know that.” Two more, and his long legs had brought him within arm’s length, his pupils wide in the night. “Because there’s a part of me that wants to leave.”

Oxygen escaped you, and you shook your head, averting your gaze. Crackled embers glowed in your heart; given his hesitations, his strangled frustrations, and your own inability to find resolve, this had been a part of him you’d already known. But to hear it from his mouth, given life on his lips, it was palpable. Tangible. You met his eyes again, paralyzed by their power--they were endless, brimming with emotion even you yourself had never been asked to name.

For a second, you forgot to speak, wondering how you could snatch this moment like spun glass in the air. Then you stepped closer, and grabbed his large, strong hand.

“Then why don’t we?” you murmured. “We can go. Just be. We can forget all of this.”

Kylo fled--for only a millimeter--before steeling himself, curling his hand around yours, and bringing it up to his face. He examined your thumb--now scabbed, but still sore, and stroked it with his own. Satisfied, he wove his fingers between yours, pulled you to his chest.

“All of this,” he said, “is under my control, now. I can keep you safe.” His other hand cupped your cheek, fingers coasting over your skin. “Make you want for nothing.”

Staring into him, into the vortex of his gaze, you tried to swallow the thickening desire to admit the only thing you did not want him to know.

“You keep saying that,” you replied, tugging his hand from your face. “But as long as I’m in Gilead, I will never want for nothing.”

His hand squeezed yours. “There’s more I need to do.”

You shook your head again. “Well, even if you could make that happen--”

“I can.”

“Even if you could.” You unwound your grip from his, stepping away. “What about everyone else?” The Resistance, the car chase, Poe’s head, Snoke’s mansion, the dress, the party, Tera Jackson, the Widows, the Wives, Johana--all dangled above your brain, a broken mobile composed of the casualties of your affair. “It’s not enough, it’s not fair to change my life when it makes everyone else suffer,” you said. “Why not just live a life where you don’t have anything you need to change?”

He raised a brow, as if he hadn’t understood the question. “Because I need to.”

You sighed. “But why?”

Kylo’s gaze broke from yours, aiming beyond you as his tongue traced his teeth in thought. A soft exhale, and his attention returned. “The world was flawed, before Gilead.”

“Gilead has only made the world more flawed.”

He grumbled. “Do you understand what happens to those without direction?” he asked. “Without order?” You were silent, waiting for him to continue--he speared you with his stare. “Chaos.” A tension in his throat. “Suffering.”

“Those without direction…” Head tilting, you searched his face. Puzzle pieces shifted close, edges locking--his rage, the graveyard, his terror, his Wife’s own words. “If the world wasn’t flawed, you wouldn’t have been abandoned,” you said. “That’s what you think.”

His eye twitched, jaw rigid. “It made sense.” Blowing air through his nose, he paced around you, fingers curling in and out of fists. “Snoke made sense. At first.” He huffed. “But he was just as flawed.” Steady and still, you watched him, watched his thoughts race through his mind, watched while he struggled to match them with words he had never had to speak. “Only I understand the consequences of chaos. Only I have the capability to perfect this.”

It emptied you, his hopelessness, his resignation that the only way out of his depthless hatred was to drown it in a void of control. You knew another way--knew it was nested within the words you couldn’t say.

You sighed. “You think that will fix it?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest. “You think that will make you satisfied? More whole?”

Kylo rounded, shoulders pinned back, a predatory curve to his spine. “Were you satisfied with life before Gilead?” he asked. “The loneliness. The uncertainty.” He drew closer, trapping you in his gaze. “Falling asleep empty. Waking up in agony.” Inches from you, he clutched your shoulder, turning you toward him, brushing your hair to your back. “I know your life, little bird.” His hand pinched your chin, his tone tinged with ire. “I know it because it was mine.”

Heat flashed through your spine. “It still is your life,” you growled, swatting his wrist and backing away, “you’re still miserable. And it’s still my life too, and it will be as long as you keep me!”

“You’re miserable,” he said, following you step for step. “You are the one who said you wanted all of me.” He was chasing you, stalking you as you retreated further into the maze, eyes rimmed gold in anguish. “And now you want to leave. Like everyone else.”

Your heart fractured. “Kylo--”

“I will end the Council if I need to.” He was black-winged in the moon’s shadow, a luminous Lucifer. “I will tear out every tongue that threatens your life if it will keep you here.”

A branch caught your sleeve, and you stumbled for only a moment, chin stiff. The threat was not hollow, but it was equally not wise. In his wrath, Kylo Ren did not believe there was a fight he could lose. In your sanity, you did not believe there was even a fight to be had.

“You can't do that. You know you can't.” A curly finger of the maze tugged you into the vines--you shrugged it off. “You know you won't be able to keep me safe forever.” There was no cease to his advance, no glimmer of cessation. “Johana is right.” The words flew from your mouth in a bid to convince him. “The Council won't stand by this. There's no such thing as divorce--”

“I don’t care.”

“--there’s no such thing as living with your Handmaid, I mean, do you expect us to get married--”

“I don’t care!”

Rapt in his gaze, you stumbled again, back flush with a wall of leaves, and Kylo consumed you, a silhouette against the sky, swallowing your sight. One hand grasped your wrist, the other pressed to your cheek, his palm smooth, your skin hot at his touch. You resisted the urge to melt into it.

“I want you,” he breathed, your name a ghost on his tongue. “I need you.” His lips trembled. “You are the only thing that makes sense.”

You were trembling too, quaking as you struggled to restrain the inevitability forming in your throat. Kylo Ren had been your Commander, the architect of your suffering. And he had been the only one in over three years to stir you, save you, see you--to care if you lived or died, to truly and genuinely desire not just your mouth, but the thoughts that came with it.

He had found you. You didn’t want to be lost again.

“I want you, too.” You nuzzled his hand, and he led you closer. “I need you, too.”

Kylo gathered you against his body, the hand at your wrist sneaking to caress your back, his fingers carding through your hair. There was no vacancy in his eyes; they were flooded, overflowing with warmth, with worship. You felt it--the thump of that silver pulse, the genesis of a clandestine reality you wanted, with every screaming cell in your body, to speak into existence--felt its weight as an echo on his tongue. His lips parted, his focus falling over your face.

Words would damn you. So you thrust your hands in his hair and pulled him into a kiss instead.

He enveloped you, mouth meeting yours as if it’d been years, a tender groan cresting in his chest while his grip clung to you, seeking your flesh through cloth. Humming in bliss, you sketched over his scalp with your nails, basking when he gasped and shivered at your touch, your tongue slipping past his teeth and sliding over his own. He moaned into you, pressing you to his frame, breaking off only to kiss you again, lips touching once, twice, before his full, plush mouth massaged yours and his tongue returned. There was no fury, no primal insistence--Kylo cradled you and contained you, held you like a man who was terrified to lose you, terrified to let you go.

Soft lips skimmed yours, and he stepped between your legs, pressure digging the hedges into your back. You whimpered in shock--he stopped and snatched you to his heaving chest, seeking the origin of your pain. It almost made you laugh, this protective urge, when you still bore the bruises and bumps from the previous night. Grinning, you eased away, catching his face in your hand and forcing him to meet your gaze. His eyes swam, spinning oceans, eager and alive. Your breath hitched. It left your mouth without even trying.

“I don’t want to leave you,” you said. “Leave with me.”

Kylo paused--you could almost see his mind reeling--as he stared at you. His chest fell with dejected air, and he held you closer, tighter. A strong hand returned, cupping your face again. His head offered the tiniest shake.

“It’s too late.”

Your heart fractured further. “No, it’s not.”

His hold left you, then, comfort torn like skin from your bones when he stepped back. In summer air, you froze, icy without his embrace.

“What I’ve done…” He glanced to the side, pacing away, steps taking him a slow circle while he gazed into the corners of the mini-maze. “What I’ve done cannot be undone.” Looking back to you, the knot in his throat bobbed. “Even if I wanted it.” His hands clenched, unclenched, and he approached you again. “If I leave,” he said, “it won’t be with you. I will be arrested.” The severity in his expression petrified you. “Or I will be dead.”

Perhaps, in the back of your head, you’d always known this, always known that escape was not a simple solution for a Commander, and certainly not a man like Kylo Ren. But to hear him acknowledge it too, to seal himself to his own inexorable conclusion--it decimated you.

“Oh,” you said, as it was the only sound you could make for a moment. “War crimes.”

Kylo’s head dipped in acknowledgement. “Yes.” A pause, and he turned, thoughts cast across the yard, before swiveling back to you. “To stay is the only way,” he said. “For you to be mine.” He gestured to the garden. “For this to be ours.”

You frowned. “Ours?”

His hand dove into his pocket, plucked his wallet free. Stone-faced, he flipped it open, fished into the slot and produced a folded piece of paper, presenting it to you as an answer. Cocking a brow, you pinched an edge, looking between him and the little note as you unfolded it.

One corner was swathed in smooth, swooping ink, the opposite end festering with wobbly attempts at leaved-lines. In the middle, they met, blooming into a tiny Eden--beautiful, borne from the hallowed recognition that suffocated, unspoken between your mouths.

“Kylo…” Chin quivering, you suppressed a laugh. “You think,” you said, “after all of this, what I want is, is… to what, control this with you?”

“No.” His tone was serious. Sincere. “You want freedom. You want me.” Stepping toward you, he took your hand, dwarfing it in his own. The heat of his body choked you. “But we don't get to choose what we're owed, little bird. Destiny decides it for us.” His attention flitted to you and the drawing. “I know what roles we are meant to fulfill. This is not just mine.” His gaze bored into you, chaining you in a plea. “It’s yours.”

Kylo Ren did not want to leave. He wanted you with him. In power. In whatever capacity he decided.

The offer was not only disappointing, it was insulting. To think you would want to stay in a land where you’d watched women hang, to remain in a nation where, without him, you could never hope to survive. No matter what route you chose, with him, you lost. There would be no agency for you in a world where you reigned standing on cadavers. And for your child--there was no purity coming home to a burial ground.

You glanced at the drawing, mapping it to memory, imagining it in his pocket while he met with Council members, ferreted threats, worked late into the night--pictured it tucked away at his hip in the Audi, stowed somewhere safe on the Buzzard when he was with his men. And your fractured heart splintered into scarlet shards.

Meeting his eyes, you shook him free, taking the sheet in two hands. Without a blink, you shredded it in half, layered it, ripped again. You caged him in your stare, unflinching, as you turned the paper into flakes, tear by tear, and littered them across the grass. Kylo watched, carved from redwood: large and flushed and eerily still, until his gaze dropped to the ground. He was speechless--and the inevitable words burgeoned, a tangled mass in your throat again. This time, you said them.

“I hate you.”

His eyes snapped to yours, struck black with horror--but before he could think to respond, or you could take it back, you fled, sprinting through the maze with your nightgown hiked to your knees.

There was no sound behind you, not even the crunch of boots, and you were grateful for it, grateful as you skipped past the pond and up the stone path, as Ushar veered to the side, as you pounded the halls and up the steps to the annex. You were grateful that you hated Kylo Ren, grateful that it would not hurt when you rended him from your heart, grateful that whatever route you chose, without him, you’d win.

It was gratitude, certainly, you felt when you opened the door to your room, an empty hole and empty bed. It was gratitude, too, that flooded you when you collapsed onto the mattress with a groan, and gratitude that stung your sight, flowed past your cheeks, stained your pillowcase. Thank God, thank God you hated Kylo Ren, thank God he was so easy to hate, thank God you would not ache when you left him behind, made a home without him, or gave birth to his child.

A tiny knock on your door. You stopped, cries arrested in your chest, as you cranked your neck to the threshold. Were it not for this timid request for permission, you would’ve ignored it in belief it was the only person you did not want to see. Clearing your throat, you straightened and hopped onto your feet, wiping your face clear--not of tears, but gratitude--while you turned the knob and cracked it open an inch.

Johana, cloaked in a frilly blue robe, stood anxious in the hall. Her face twitched with fear, her eyes stark, her mouth tight. In silence, she held out her fist, and opened her palm.

The switchblade.

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #kylo trash #little bird #handmaid au #fanfiction problems #i am so sorryyyyy

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carmarthenfan

A Star to Sail Her By because MASEFIELD but also Tam Lin in SPAAAAACE?

Hahaha, glad you caught the reference! The first one is a kishōtenketsu-style three-act character study with no actual conflict - the meaning stems from the juxtaposition of different scenes - based on stellar navigation in the galaxy, far, far, away. Hence my ranting about Jedi-as-space-navigators trope. I’ve written two-thirds of it, but have been stuck on the last scene because apparently I have to invent worldbuilding mechanics from scratch. Sigh. But I have some ideas, so maybe it’s time to tackle that one again and see if I can work something about.

I would really like to write a Halloween-themed fic this year, and I even started this one in August.... will I finish it? Who knows! Tam Lin is my favorite fairy tale; I love the area-woman-rescues-male-lover trope to pieces, and I have a kickass opening sequence, but I can’t quite figure out a few details of worldbuilding that will make the original story mesh with the context. The core idea is good, but it’s gonna need a few rewrites to make it out of the box.

(Technically, the working title is a lie because it’s set on a planet, not actually in space, but you know how titles always lie.)

myevilmouse

knight moves? do tell.

AHHHHHH, remember when I said I was gonna write a songfic? This is it! It’s a character study of the Luke/Mara/Callista love triangle straight out of Darksaber, full of angst and emotional repression and Luke Absolutely Missing the Subtext. It’s based on one of my favorite songs, “Knight Moves,” by Suzanne Vega. First scene and last scenes are done, it’s the middle that’s an absolute mess.

sonictoaster

UNTITLED LEIA DAEMON AU!!!

Inspired by one line in my other Star Wars daemon AU fic, "Separation", which had a story in it I wanted to explore:

"Leia's daemon Aarial had his feathers fall out from grief and shock after destruction of Alderaan and had come back brown for years, only to molt back to white again when they were on Hoth, and Han had made snarky comments about pigeons for weeks afterwards."

So this fic is about Leia’s relationship with her daemon--why I chose a seemingly non-aggressive bird form for her, how grief and PTSD manifest with daemons--that is also about Alderaani culture, female friendship and mentorship, and So Many Feels. I love it, and I hate that I keep getting stalled out; it’s a very “thinky” piece, with a lot going on beneath the surface.

Leia is so hard for me to write. I don’t know why--she’s a fascinating character, great mix of seemingly contradictory things, and I love her, but Leia-centered fics are difficult for me in a way that Luke-centered fics are not.

As always with Daemon AUs, I had a lot of fun with daemon choices. I’m especially proud of how Sabe’s daemon, a chameleon-anole hybrid, turned out:

"She doesn't have a daemon?"

"She's a goddess," Sabe says matter-of-factly. "They don't need them. We do."

"What for?"

"Depends on who you ask."

"What do you think?" Leia asks, hoping to distract her tutor from returning her to the boring banquet for as long as possible.

Bunda does push-ups along Sabe's leg, his pink-striped dewlap flaring in rhythm with the motions. His skin flickers to bright yellow for a moment before softening back to green.

"So we're not lonely," Sabe says, glancing down at her daemon with a fond smile, before she clicks her tongue and gestures down the corridor. "Come on, let's go back before anyone else notices your absence. You don't want to miss dessert, do you?"

Leia hesitates.

"I'll tell you a story about Obi-wan Kenobi later if you're good."

This gets the desired result. Leia loves Sabe's stories--tales of her time handmaid of the Queen of Naboo before she came to Alderaan to serve the royal house of Organa. Leia has grown up with the stories of noble Knights and a generous Republic, of the golden age before there was a war and an Empire and an Emperor.

(It doesn't hurt that all of the stories must be kept secret, lest the Emperor find out and punish them for defiance. Leia loves secrets.)

#fic memes

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In the White Light - Prideshipping fic Chapter 8

Also on AO3.

Chapter 8 – A Smile On Each Face

“Seto!” After a full two days of searching for his elder brother, Mokuba found Kaiba fighting off a bunch of Orichalcos Soldiers – lowly servants of Dartz – with a Blue-Eyes White Dragon. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Mokuba!” Kaiba accepted the hug Mokuba gave him. “If you had gotten here but a few minutes ago, the Flame Swordsmen would have sliced you to ribbons. What are you doing out here, instead of being with the others like I told you?”

“But you see, the others aren’t too far from us! And… um… Something really big and terrible happened! Come on!”

“Ow!” Kaiba winced a little as Mokuba led him to a lonely alley with a fence – against which leaned two sleeping people. “Care to explain what was so important that you had to nearly pull off my dueling arm?”

“Kaiba!”

Tristan would have punched Kaiba right then and there if Téa had not stopped him. “It’s… It’s Joey. He… Mai… Valon… Duke… Rebecca… They’re all gone.”

“‘Gone?’”

“They got their souls taken, dumbass!” Tristan answered. “If you didn’t just leave to fight by yourself, then…”

Téa cut in, “Kaiba, I know you hate the idea of friendship, but now is not the time to act like a lone wolf! You’re one of the strongest duelists we’ve ever met, and we really need your help. If only to save your company… Please.”

“Very well, since you begged…” Kaiba looked around, and had just remembered how Yami Yugi fled the hospital two days ago without telling anyone. “Wait a second. Where’s the pharaoh?”

“Um, yeah, about that…” Mokuba spoke up. “When we found Joey and Valon here, the pharaoh got so mad that he decided to storm Dartz’s building all by himself.”

“That moron!” Gritting his teeth, Kaiba took off his Duel Disk and put it on the ground.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Tristan exclaimed. “Don’t tell me you plan on running through hordes of monsters without your Duel Disk?”

“No. I’ve got a much more efficient way to get to Dartz’s building.”

It didn’t take Mokuba long to figure out what Kaiba wanted to do. “Seto!”

Ignoring his younger brother’s plea to stop – and the others’ reactions of shock – Kaiba concentrated on the light inside himself as it grew. When it dissipated, it revealed him in dragon form.

“Dude… That’s rad.” Tristan had no other words.

“Seto, be careful… Don’t let Dartz get to you.”

“Go help the pharaoh. We believe in the both of you! We’ll be right there, okay?”

Kaiba nodded as he picked up his Duel Disk with his claws and flew off. Only a few minutes later – thankfully, peaceful minutes with no monster fights - he found a building with an odd logo on the front. Heh. That didn’t take long. Still, there’s no way I’m going to blow my cover to Paradius. But where can I land without being noticed? Oh!

A hidden wall ladder conveniently led to the ceiling, and upon landing on it Kaiba transformed back, catching his Duel Disk before it could fall. “Maybe if I climb from the ceiling down, I won’t get noticed as easily.”

“Hah! Is that what you think?” spoke a voice Kaiba had not heard before.

“Who is that?” Kaiba climbed the ladder faster, and he nearly beamed at the first person he saw when he got to the top. “Pharaoh! Wh-Whoah!”

The odd sight of five Kuribohs bouncing around the battle arena nearly threw Kaiba off the ladder. “What’s with the circus act?”

“That’s what I said,” Rafael, Yami Yugi’s opponent, spoke nonchalantly.

“Kaiba!” Yami Yugi wasn’t as glad to see Kaiba there. “Get out of here, or you’ll get hurt!”

“So…” Kaiba glared at Rafael. “You’re the one who defeated the King of Games.”

“Interesting… Now I can take two strong souls in such a short amount of time, and our god the Great Leviathan can rule the world in peace once again!”

“You will not!” Kaiba tried to run in the middle of the playing field, until Yami Yugi stopped him.

“This is my own battle… Don’t interfere. This is the man who’s responsible for stealing the souls of Mai, Duke, and Rebecca.”

“That’s right, Seto Kaiba, don’t interfere. Watch as I defeat your beloved pharaoh and claim his soul for the Great Leviathan!”

Kaiba didn’t have a proper response to “beloved pharaoh,” and just bit his lip.

“You aren’t fooling anyone! I heard from Alister all about you! You love the pharaoh even more than your own company. You were flying all around Domino City as a dragon just to fight me and Dartz.” Rafael walked up to Yami Yugi. “By the way, I’m going to make you pay for what you did to him. After I’m through with the pharaoh, I’ll take your soul too!”

“Rafael, do you really want to do this? Dartz is just a coward who’s using you to fight his battles for him!”

“I don’t care. If I can help bring peace to this world, so be it. If anything, you’re the coward for hiding behind that boy Yugi. But today… You’ve got nobody to hind behind. One of us will walk free, and the other will become prisoner to the beast. But go on with whatever silly move it was you were making.”

“My Five Kuriboh Brothers now become Kuribandit! And before you start laughing, I use Dark Magic Curtain! At the cost of half of my life points, I special summon the Dark Magician – my ultimate monster! Say goodbye to your Guardian Elma!”

“She’s not going anywhere, pharaoh! Reveal Guadrian Formation! Elma moves to the back row created by the Seal of Orichalcos!”

He may seem like a coward, but that was an impressive move… Kaiba thought. He’s very knowledgeable about the Seal.

“This is the turn that I’ll end you just like I did in our last duel! I special summon Guardian Eatos, and give her the Celestial Sword Eatos! Now, Eatos, attack-”

“Not yet you don’t! I sacrifice Kuribandit! Now I can draw five cards but keep the traps and spells only.”

“Yugi, you imbecile!” Kaiba called out. “You do realize that in doing that, you’ve just made the Eatos’ attack power at 7000?”

“Thanks for the boost! Eatos, attack the Dark Magician!”

“Eatos will lose her power just as soon as she got it! One of the monsters in my graveyard was Electromagnetic Turtle. My Dark Magician is not only safe, but your Eatos is also back down to 3000 attack points.”

“How dare you mock my Eatos!”

“No, you’re just betraying her, and it’s backfiring. And I would know all about betraying monsters. I will summon my Big Shield Gardna in defense mode and switch my Dark Magician to defense mode! One card goes face down and I end my turn.”

“Now, this time for sure, your Dark Magician is-”

“Going to be hidden with my Magical Hats trap! Try finding him now!”

Even with a 3-in-4 chance of attacking Dark Magician, Rafael still failed. “Grr… I can still activate my Rod of Silence to summon Guardian Kay’est. You’re good at one thing, pharaoh, and that’s stalling for your inevitable doom!”

Yami Yugi activated Graceful Charity, and upon drawing his three new cards, he hoped, Heart of the cards, guide me… Aha! “But my doom hasn’t come yet! I will play the Eye of Timaeus, fusing him with my Dark Magician to create the Amulet Dragon!”

“But he’s still no match for-”

“Ah, but it is! You see, Amulet Dragon gains 300 ATK points for every spell card in my graveyard! That means he has 5300 attack points – enough to destroy your Guardian Eatos!”

“Eatos…” Rafael knelt, shedding tears for the monster he just lost. “Eatos… Come back! I still need you!”

“Rafael?”

Rafael’s cried quickly turned into cackles. “Hahaha… Dear pharaoh, you forgot about Eatos’ special ability! When she’s destroyed, she’s replaced by a creature of darkness, the Guardian Dreadscythe! She gets 500 attack points from my Guardian Eatos, plus extra points from my monsters that I sacrifice to her! Your so-called powerful Amulet Dragon is no more!”

“Rafael…” Yami Yugi cringed as his life points were down to 300. “I thought you hated having monsters in your graveyard… Now you’re sacrificing them all to Dreadscythe?”

“But I hate you even more! Now come, show me your futile efforts to keep your soul intact.”

“I use Card of Sanctity so that we may obtain up to six cards in our hands… Now I special summon Watapon, and tribute it to summon Dark Magician Girl, defense mode! I set a card face-down. Your move!”

“Should have kept her in attack mode! I use Obedience to put her there! Now, your time is finally at an-”

“Reveal my Magical Pigeon!”

“Haha… More magic tricks?”

“Magical Pigeon is a card that can only be used on Dark Magician Girl! She turned into a pigeon this turn to avoid your attack.”

“Just let me put you out of your misery already!”

“Rafael, listen to yourself! I know deep down, you are a kind man who is just tainted by the Orichalcos! This Underworld Circle card will make you see that!”

Kaiba watched as the entire playing field became engulfed in smoke. “Great, now I can’t see what’s going on!”

It didn’t take long for the duelists to come back, for when the smoke cleared, Yami Yugi spoke, “I special summon my Dark Magician, place a card face down, and end my turn. And since yours just started, I can also special summon my Jack’s Knight!”

“Then, I’ll start by destroying your Dark Magician – for the third time now!”

“Not with my Zero Gravity trap!”

“I counter your trap with Spirit Hunting so my Dreadscythe goes into attack mode! Now both of your monsters are gone! Come on, which one will you summon next before I finally finish you off?”

“Dark Magician Girl, that’s who! I will also use Altar of Restoration to special summon my Eye of Timaeus, fusing her with Dark Magician Girl! Take flight, Dark Magician Girl the Dragon Knight! Using her special effect, I will destroy your Dreadscythe!”

“But not for long! If I discard a card from my hand, Dreadscythe can come back!”

“Yugi!” Kaiba called out just as Yami Yugi was starting to feel a bit lightheaded. “You better not lose to this guy! Only I’m allowed to beat you, understand? Now nip this duel in the bud already!”

“Kaiba…” Yami Yugi smiled and stood firmly on his feet. “Your words… they give me hope.”

“Pharaoh! Cut it out with the flirting and take this duel more seriously!”

“Oh, but I am. I summon Queen’s Knight during your turn!”

“And in response to that, I use Sword of Sealing so that my Dreadscythe can defeat your Dark Magician Girl the Dragon Knight!”

“Gah…” Even Kaiba could feel the effects of Dreadscythe’s powerful attacks. No… He can’t lose… not like this… Eh?

Yami Yugi panted as he somehow still managed to stand. “I… I still have… 10 life points. My Reduction Barrier reduced your attack to 10%! Now I summon Big Shield Gardna and use my magic card Spider Web to use your Monster Reborn! And… you’re going to regret the horrible way you’ve treated your Guardian Eatos.”

“What do you… Wait, don’t tell me…”

“I summon Guardian Eatos! Using my newly forged Goddess Bow, I’ll attack your Dreadscythe until you can’t revive her anymore!”

As Rafael’s strongest monster had now left the field, Rafael fell to his knees. “So… So this is how it’s going to be, huh… Then I’ll summon my Guardian Grarl… and use Soul Charge… which summons all of my other monsters from the graveyard.”

“But why, Rafael? You’re no match for the Goddess Bow.”

“I just wanted my monsters to be free of the graveyard…” The Seal now glowed around Rafael, and Yami Yugi knew what would happen next. “Even if my actions cost me the rest of my life points.”

“Rafael…” Yami Yugi could feel tears in the back of his eyes as the Seal had appeared to have taken Rafael’s soul.

Yami Yugi reeled backwards a little, but before he did, Kaiba ran up and caught him. “Pharaoh…

“Kaiba… Wait, look out behind you! The Dreadscythe is coming!”

Not scared of this enemy that came out of Rafael’s deck of her own volition, Kaiba unfurled his wings, cutting the Dreadscythe to pieces. “Go back to the darkness where you belong!”

“Ah… Th-Thank you.”

“Are you okay now?” Kaiba asked when he retracted his dragon features.

Yami Yugi turned around, and with his face buried in Kaiba’s chest he cried softly, “I know I’ve won many comeback duels, but… I was so afraid that I would lose… and be apart from you forever!”

Kaiba could now feel Yami Yugi hug him even more tightly. “Pharaoh? What’s going on?”

Instead of answering his question, Yami Yugi pulled Kaiba’s head closer to him to steal a kiss.

Am I… dreaming? At first taken off guard, Kaiba bent his back and drew Yami Yugi even nearer, holding him there until Yami Yugi abruptly pulled away. His short-lived happiness now gone, he spoke softly, “Pharaoh… Quit playing with my feelings like that. I’m not a deck of cards that you can just do whatever you want with.”

Yami Yugi stood there for a time, trying to still his heart before turning back to Kaiba. “But I’m not playing with you, Kaiba! I’ve… I’ve finally realized that… I-”

“Heeeeey!” A familiar voice called out, silencing Yami Yugi’s next words. “Oh, thank goodness you’re safe! So how did the duel go?”

“T-Téa!” Flabbergasted at the appearance of Téa, Mokuba, and Tristan, Yami Yugi needed a minute before he could think of what to say. “Um… I… I won… and then the Seal of Orichalcos took Rafael’s soul.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that! Look!” Tristan pointed at the spot in which Rafael had initially disappeared, and sure enough, a conscious Rafael sat there.

“Rafael!” The three friends knelt at Rafael’s side.

“You’re the real Rafael, right?” Tristan asked. “Soul and all?”

“Yes.”

“I think I know what happened…” Yami Yugi spoke up. “The Seal feeds on the anger of others. Since you did such a noble thing, it couldn’t take your soul.”

“That’s right…” Rafael looked to the clear sky with tears of joy. “Father… Mother… My dear siblings… All of my departed family, I am now free.”

#yugioh #prideshipping #kaiba x atem #kaiba x yami yugi #ygo #fanfiction

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fandom-glazed · 5 years

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30 Questions GOT tag

stolen from @raspberry-dreams1776

1. How did you discover Game of Thrones?

I read the books as a teenager (I was far too young tbh hahaha) then I didn’t get the hype until my dad and I started to watch the show when seasons one and two were already out, I/we’ve been addicted ever since

2. What is your favourite house?

Tyrell, Stark

3. What are your favourite house words?

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken (Martell)

4. Who is your favourite Stark and Lannister?

Stark: Arya

Lannister: Jaime

5. Who are your favourite female and male characters?

female: Arya, Brienne, Margaery

male: Jaime, a man, Tormund, Benjen

6. Who is your least favourite character?

Daenerys, Cersei (I love her as a character tho, she’s just brilliant), Euron

7. Which season did you like the most and what is your favourite episode?

season: 2, 3 & 5

episode: if I have to choose one, it’s The Bear and the Maiden Fair

8. Who is the character you’d fall in love with?

Since I seem to have a thing for twisted idiots, that’d probably be Jaime

9. What is your favourite quote?

“You’ve got the North in you, the real North.” (Tormund)

“Nothing’s more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.” (Brienne)

“Each of us has a choice to make. I pray we choose wisely.” (Varys)

“It’s yours. It’ll always be yours.” (Jaime)

“Fuck loyalty.” (Brienne)

“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.” (Ned/Sansa)

10. What is the saddest moment/scene in the show?

Lady’s death, deleted scene of Renly’s death, Myrcella’s death, Tyrion & Jaime’s goodbye in season 4, Jaime & Brienne’s parting

11. Who is the character with the least relevance/importance

The Night King as it recently seemed to be... also, I don’t get Davos really. I mean, I don’t not like him, but I just don’t think of him as relevant.

12. Who is the most intelligent character?

Varys, probably, Cersei until some point, Baelish until some point, Tyrion

13. Where would you live?

The North, the real North.

14. Who is your favourite antagonist?

Cersei for sure

15. What is the death that has impacted you the most?

emotion-wise: Myrcella, probably

otherwise: the death of my House

16. Which character would you kill?

C-e-r-s-e-i (and Euron but-), I always wanted to kill Baelish as well

17. Who is the best strategist?

Probably Robb until he got distracted, Tyrion’s not bad either, nor was Tywin, I guess

18. What flashback would you like to see through one of Bran’s vision?

Jaime killing Aerys.

19. Who is your favourite dire wolf?

Ghost and Nymeria.

20. Who is the most terrifying character?

Cersei. Impossible how manipulative a person can be.

21. Is the GoT intro the best you’ve ever heard?

Yes.

22. How would you die in GoT?

Fighting those who try to hurt the ones I love.

23. What is your favourite moment?

Again, I simply can’t just choose one (I hope in a week I can say “Cersei’s death”), but Arya and the Freys, “I’ve always had blue eyes”, Jaime finally seing some sense at the end of season 7, Brienne being knighted and of course almost everything positive that happened in 8.4 is high on the list.

24. A character everyone hates but you love.

I liked Viserys in a way

25. A character everyone loves but you don’t like.

Daenerys

26. What character would you resuscitate?

Benjen, the Tyrells (I would also resurrect good writing but-)

27. What character’s death was your favourite?

Frey, Baelish, the waif, Ramsay

28. A character you hated but now you love.

JAiMe.

29. What GoT character would you be?

Brienne or Arya

30. Who would you like to see on the Iron Throne?

No one (no pun intended) I don’t care about the Throne @dreamingbrownie once again~

#tagging games #got #got spoilers #pre series finale #might do again

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hisoillu-prompts · 6 years

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Really long: Dragon AU

(sorry about paragraphs that seem rambly, this was me throwing ideas together. A fic that I was going to write but never got to it but it NEEDS to be made)

In which Hisoka is a dragon that terrorizes the kingdom of the Zoldycks, stealing livestock from farms, burning down towns, and killing all of their strongest warriors, including the ones sent to kill him. A truly fearsome beast indeed.

They try to arrange for like a meeting with him but he doesnt show up the first time. Of course, the Zoldycks get pissed and Kikyo would throw a fit because how dare that vile creature, but they would call him again and again and just out of one part boredom and one part annoyance, hisoka would show up. Of course, despite how irritated they are, the two heads(most Silva since Kikyo is still internally fuming) would try to negotiate. But although interested in the gold they offered, Hisoka declines everything(as he does what he does for entertainment).

They ask him what he wants. He seems to think for a bit before asking for the whole household to gather in front of him. After looking, he picks killuia(that white haired kid of yours) since he thought he'll be the strongest/have the most potential(so they can fight lol). He doesnt really notice Illumi because he was kinda in a corner and is basically a shadow(as always), but Kikyo offers up illumi instead(he's my oldest[son]) because of course Hisoka cant take the heir- and Hisoka is would just be like 'eh sure he should be pretty strong too' and decides to let killuia 'ripen'.

-a kinda transgression by having it sort of from the servants point of view? like 'the eldest prince, Illumi, was very...strange, even in his particularly weird family. (Mention how he was like robot, empty dark home eyes, almost no emotion, follows orders, has a terrible empty aura kinda feeling, and is creepily good at fighting and killing) i have no idea im sorry

But when he actually gets Illumi the next day or something he's kinda like 'oh u arent scared' and Illumis like 'nah. Now what do u wanna do with me like srsly'

Illumi really longs for his house at first and is sort of at a loss at what to do without any orders, so he kinda just sits around and misses his bed and waits for Hisoka to get back or something. He’s glad that he was taken in place of killuia, as long as his family(and heir) were safe.

-He eventually adjust, realizing that the silence in the cave really wasnt that new or different than in the castle

-Hisoka terrorizes a new town instead to make up his part of the bargain(although he goes back in his human form to see whats up sometimes) and its like most of the time he would just walk around in his human form as it was more convenient to fight people and yet not get him kicked out/ have to deal with the bother of people shouting at him for being a dragon and waving pitchforks and stuff, but he was kinda going for a chillaxing time when he decided to dragon form wreck Illumis kingdom. He had heard that it was a very strong kingdom of assassins, fairly famous, and he had decided to blow off some steam fighting, and he wasn't disappointed. Much.But anyway Illumi's kingdom was a little out of the way for him, he had to take longer time to reach there, the mountainous kingdom. Dragons all had one cave, unless they wanted to move their treasures to another one/ had another cave just for other treasures. His cave took almost 7/9 hours to fly to from the Zoldyck kingdom, and dragons flew pretty fast.

The Zoldyck family of assassins are basically a miniature kingdom, small with a town underneath their mountain that they protect. The town is relatively normal, with most everyone looking up to the deadly family looking after them. But there are some that try to train to become assassins with the zoldycks as inspiration(maybe they sponsor an assassin guild for the smaller kills they dont bother wasting time with).

-A random asshole villager dude saw illumi in town once with a disguise(as a female) and fell in ‘love’ and trains to be an assassin to rescue her(him) from the dragon. Inwardly he also wants to get into the zoldyck family as well, thinking he can if he impresses them with his rescue of illu and then marrying 'her'. Access to all that wealth and power made one considered untouchable. Illu is disgusted when he hears about this and claims that such a weakling wouldnt last a second in the presence of him nor his family.

-Anyway They both go to town together sometimes. In disguises of course, or if Illumi needs groceries

-eventually they just fall into an easy pattern and be friends and include a scene where Hisokas like 'alright Illu get ready another knight is here to rescue you(because they think you're a girl cough cough) and Illumis kinda just reading a book and letting out the occasional 'frightened(more like monotone) scream from his 'prison'(a giant birdcage cuz Hisoka is flashy as fuck) and the knight is kinda like 'ok that didnt sound like a very convincing scream/her voice isnt that great but i heard her beauty was astounding' -anyway so like Hisoka fuckin rekts him of course and one time a knight actually goes "RELEASE PRINCESS ILLUMI' and Hisoka smirks and Illumi twitches and after the knight is turned into crisps Hisoka turns to Illumi with a shit eating grin like "so i guess youre a princess. You never told me.."And Illumis just like fuck you

(very optional/not really fitting angst)

angst in how Kikyo gave up Illumi(the eldest. The strongest of the children. The one whos been with her the longest.) for Killuia, proving that she cared about him more. 'Or maybe it was because he was older, and this was just one of his responsibilities. But he couldn't help the foreign feeling of something shallowly sinking in his chest' Illumi still is kinda obsessed with Kil, but its more because he was suppose to be the heir and also Mil was kinda a bad child and Illumi actually was lonely so kil played with him a lot but their relationship slowly twisted into a sort of love hate for Illumi. Because even though he didnt care too much about the crown, he did care for his family. Although he wouldnt admit it; and his training refused to show a slip in his mask, Illumi did feel strangely empty when his family rained affection on Kil and only turned to him with orders on their lips. But no it couldnt be jealousy, no WAY would he be jealous of his younger bro! Hahaha! (Just keep telling yourself that, Ill)

(optional random angst end)

-Hisoka considers Illumi part of his 'treasure'/hoard and as all dragons are, he is fiercely protective of his hoard. Not that any thief could make it past Illumi, much less hurt him too much.

-when people describe illumi as 'beautiful and skilled' everyone always assumes that 1. Illu is a woman, and 2, 'skilled' meant as in embroidery or the such. Not in fighting/killing/assassinating. Not that he cant do embroidery because fuck yeah he can and frick yeah does it look good.So everyone is surprised when they see him decked out in armor with a blade pointed at their throat

-illumi like dies or almost dies and is turned into a dragon? Very rare, something about dragons being magical beings - anything can happen blah blah hisoka’s magic dragon magic infused into his body and now he’s filled with dragon magic that his strong will and body and mind turned into his own magic (i dont know where this idea came from, or really how else to explain it- just that past me had a good idea in mind that I now can’t remember)

-sleek, completely black dragon with blue gleam in scales if light hit them just right and sharp, wicked spines/spikes. All sharp angles and sharp lines, like any move can cut someone into ribbons. Deadly. He made hisoka, who was by no means a cuddly looking dragon, look almost soft-but despite misleading appearances, hisoka was definitely the more dangerous. What he lacked in looks he made up for in sheer brute strength and cunning.maybe stronger fire range too.

- illumi breathes blue flames, much much hotter. But small range. And could not stay in dragon form for long since originally human and originally not his dragon magic(it was like oxygen, reusable, but still limited). Both of them had hard scales

If you looked carefully, you could tell. Hisoka was taller, bigger, you could see muscles rippling through every limb. Illumi lurked more in the shadows, looking slightly bored. .

#hisoillu #hisoka #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoillu prompt #hisoillu prompts #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter prompts #hxh writing prompts #dragon!au #dragon!hisoka #knight!illumi #this was my fav of all of my ideas #hopefully someone makes it #one day

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everydayilovevivi · 6 years

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She is the one named Sailor Moon ☾

My Loona Sailor Moon au - Characters under the cut

So this is heavily inspired by Sailor Moon (though not exactly the same) and very anime-esque so please ignore all the tropes and cliches hahaha

The Moon Kingdom is the ruler or the LOONAVERSE and with it comes the royal family. Princess Vivi, the heir to the Moon Throne is a young girl who is growing up to become a fit leader to rule. She is advised by Heejin and Hyunjin, two girls from the royal court who do their best to teach her as well as take care of her as a friend.

The Knights. There used to be 9 knights, one from each planet who lived in harmony, protecting the Moon and it’s Kingdom from enemy universes. However the Knight of Pluto turned against the rest of the Knights, creating war between the planets and killing the remaining knights. Pluto then plunged the Loonaverse into darkness. The Queen of the Moon used her remaining strength to seal the knights into reincarnations and sent them down to Earth so that they could find Vivi and the rest of the knights and free the LOONAVERSE from Pluto’s darkness.

Characters-

Europe

Vivi- The secret moon princess. She is very airheaded and naive at times but is very powerful. Reincarnated as an orphan who was adopted by Haseul and Yeojins family and grew up as their sister. Is unaware of who she is until she meets a small black cat named Hyunjin who informs her of her heritage and her duty.

Haseul- Vivi’s adopted sister and close friend, Haseul is secretly revealed to be the Knight of Earth and later becomes the unofficial leader of the girls. She is soft and warm, motherly towards all of them and treats them like her family. However, she often doubts herself and this costs her many opportunities. Very studious and focuses as much as she can on schoolwork. Her ability is the power of wind and she becomes a Knight through finally becoming confident and believing in herself.

Yeojin- Haseul’s younger sister who’s often compared to her sister or told she’s ‘too young’ for things. She later finds out about the older girl’s being Knights and desperately wishes to join them. It’s through this desperation that she manages to transform and become the Knight of Mercury. Haseul constantly worries about her in battle and she does her best to prove that she can survive on her own. Her power is electricity which first starts as annoying jolts which don’t do much and later become lightning storms.

Hyunjin- The black cat with the crescent on it’s forehead, Hyunjin was Vivi’s friend and protector on the moon. She was transformed into a cat and sent as a guide to find Vivi and the rest of the girl’s. While she is knowledgeable, on the moon she often relied on Heejin and therefore is quite lazy with her duties. Often enjoys snacking and lounging around in Vivi’s room rather than helping. Argues often with Yeojin as well as they both tease each other. Later becomes an honorary Starlight Knight and has the power of light.

America

Kim Lip- A normal girl just trying to get through highschool with her best friend Jinsoul. Until the day she meets a white rabbit with a crescent on her forehead. Learns that she’s the Knight of Mars and takes on her duty to find the other Knights and the Princess. Struggles with her double life as both a Knight and a student and has a secret crush on her best friend. Takes herself a bit too seriously at times trying to be such a powerful figure and learns that she needs to relax and just be her dorky usual self. Has the power of fire.

Jinsoul- Lip’s best friend who’s the idol of the school. Has both boys and girls falling at her feet and tossing love letters at her. Secretly will never accept them due to feelings for her best friend. Becomes annoyed with Lip and her secrecy until she becomes the Knight of Neptune with water powers. They team up to become a duo, along with Heejin. While she also has an intimidating image like Lip, she’s secretly very whiny and cute which surprises others when they get to know her.

Choerry- A new transfer student to LipSouls school, though a few grades younger than them. Heejin says she doesn’t trust her, that she gives off a weird vibe. LipSoul later rescue her from a monster but halfway through she transforms, becoming the Knight of Saturn. Her ability is teleportation using portals through space. She’s been glitching and teleporting around the country until she finds them and learns to control it. A very happy girl who constantly smiles and becomes the non official daughter of JinSoul.

Heejin- Vivi’s other friend and advisor from the moon. Unlike the rest of the Knights, the Knight of the Moon must be chosen from the most worthy candidate as they protect the Princess directly. Heejin won this honour, being the youngest to ever do so but before she could be inducted the war began. Now trapped in the form of a rabbit on earth, she is searching for the remaining Knights and her Princess. Is very focused and driven but also very cute and enjoys figuring out human customs on earth. Power is light like Hyunjin but is also an expert in combat.

Eden

Yves- The daughter of Pluto. She was raised by the former Knight of Pluto as an heir to the LOONAVERSE once her Mother fades away. Has been taught to destroy the Knights and Princess using any means necessary and that they are the enemy. Grew up on Pluto until her Mother felt the power of the Knights stirring on Earth. She was sent down to Chuu’s school as a transfer student to seek out the Knights. Is very formal and kind on the outside but is cunning and cruel on the inside. She has the ability to shift into darkness and move through them as a shadow as well as minor telepathic abilities.

Chuu- The most popular girl at her school. Is very gay though. She has subconscious love powers and uses them to her advantage to flaunt her charms. Is very annoyed that the new girl won’t react to them. Follows Yves around and makes it her mission to make her fall in love with her. Plan backfires spectacularly as Chuu realises she herself as fallen for Yves. Later transforms into the Knight of Venus and Yves is tasked with killing her. Yves makes a snap decision to spare her, deciding to use her devotion as a follower to create a new force of Knights that obey Yves.

Gowon- A visit from the local Royal Family interests Yves and Chuu with Yves wondering whether the visiting Princess could be the Moon Princess. They meet the short shy girl and befriend her. Gowon is very nervous around them but learns to open up. Once realising she isn’t the Moon Princess, Yves goes to leave but Gowon begs them to stay as she’s never had friends and is lonely. In her crying, she transforms into the Knight of Uranus. Yves adds her to her group. Gowon’s ability is a chameleon; she can turn invisible or change features about herself such as hair colour.

Olivia- A lone wolf who the Eden girls stumble upon. She has already become the Knight of Jupiter as she had previously met a humanised version of Heejin in a dream who explained to her about the Princess. She has the power of dreams and divination. She joins Yves’ group for a brief period before realising that they’re working for the opposing side. Enraged, she battles them before leaving and going alone to look for the Princess on her own again.

At some point all the girls meet up, going to the same Uni. Yves finds herself falling in love with the cute pink haired girl Vivi who, unbeknownst to her, is the Moon Princess that she’s been trained to kill. It’s through this that she struggles between her upbringing and her new friendship and love.

Feel free to send me any asks~

#Loona #Loona AU #vivi #kim lip #jinsoul #heejin #hyunjin #yves #chuu #olivia hye #choerry #haseul #yeojin #go won

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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(Ok, so I wrote out this super-long message but wifi died when I was submitting it. Tumblr told me I’d lost connection so I’m pretty sure it didn’t reach you.

If it somehow did, though…sorry for sending in another one OTL And sorry this keeps happening, my computer is being really weird ^^;;)

Tysm ;-; I’m glad I’m not annoying you or anything :D Queen Luna is honestly one of my favorite people to talk to as well, though. Thanks for being so amazing and supportive <3

Yep. Ishida’s Back.

I’m honestly not too sure how I feel about this pregnancy though. On one hand, since I never really cared too much about Touka I don’t think I’m going to have a hard time caring for this kid, even if they ARE also Kaneki’s child. I also think this wasn’t really necessary and I don’t want drama between Touken and other ghouls over the child- I want the plot to move forward and to get some questions answered…

However, it is really interesting how this parallels with other parents throughout TG’s story. Touken right now reflects the Yoshimura-Ukina-Eto dynamic, and I’m pretty sure the Touken child is meant to connect to Eto.

See, what I’m thinking about is that TG’s parents have a history of abandoning their children in favor of their ideals, even if they don’t always mean to do so. We have Mado, who was blinded by his black-and-white worldview and ended up dead, Arata, who sacrificed so much for his children that in the end he couldn’t even stay with them, Yoshimura, who left his daughter behind to create Anteiku (no matter if he meant well, it still affected Eto in a negative way and Yoshimura’s actions could be seen as partially selfish; he never considered how Eto would feel about this situation, after all), Kaneki’s mother, who was unable to choose between her child and her sister, and Kaneki himself could also count, having completely abandoned the Qs the moment Arima and Eto gave him the title of ‘One-eyed King’.

The only non-background-character who was actually a good parent is Shachi, I think.

So the question is: will Touken (Kaneki really, Touka seems to have made up her mind completely about this) be able to break this cycle? Will Kaneki choose his child like he wanted his mother to choose him over his aunt? Or will this child become motivation for him? (he’s never been the best candidate for the OEK after all, and he basically admitted to Amon and Seidou that he’s seriously depressed and just doesn’t care)

I’m also curious: pregnancies take a few months, y'know. I sincerely hope there won’t be a time skip. Or a miscarriage, because not only would that be too much for Kaneki and Touka, it would also be bad for the plot (why make Touka pregnant in the first place then?). Maybe the baby will be born in an epilogue or the last chapter. Maybe Kaneki and Touka will die, this kid will become the new OEK and Ishida will make a third TG series. Idk.

Wow, I didn’t intend to make such a long rant ^^;;

I think Thor’s new hairstyle looks cool (sorry Queen Luna) but yeah, it does also look a bit weird on him. Like, now I can’t look at him and think 'oh that’s the god of thunder’, I just think of Chris Hemsworth lol

That typo tho 'Nat and Clit’

Even after all that’s happened in canon, I still feel like Blackhawk have a deep bond and understand each other in a way the rest of the team can’t.

I feel like the fact that Sharon is Peggy’s niece alone makes it a 'NO’ ship XD the lack of development for both the relationship and Sharon as a character just added to that.

As for Loki…ah, well. If he wasn't such a jerk he wouldn’t be Loki.

Oh that sounds really cool :D And well, like I said above. It’s Loki. What can you do.

Haha, thanks ^^ I was obsessed with Bucky’s costume for a while after Winter Soldier. I literally had never heard of Captain America up until then so I didn’t even care about him (sorry Steve…do you still ship me with him? lol). I might actually have had a crush on Bucky at the time. Idk. I was nine(?).

I will drag you into Remember This Cold hell no matter what. It is my MISSION. I WILL make you have feels about Loki’s kitty (Steve got him a cat because he thought he might be lonely). I WILL make you sob over Loki’s redemption arc and his reaction when anyone dares to lay a finger on Steve (SPOILER: when he thinks Steve is dead he teams up with Bucky and absolutely destroys Hydra. When he and Steve are captured and tortured for information he threatens to cut open his own veins and summon a beast with the blood to destroy them all…he’s completely serious about that. One of the major things Steve has to help him with is how he gets desperate and suicidal whenever he thinks he might lose Steve).

Oh, so you won’t talk about Kanae, huh?

With my short existence, I can make a difference- I can be there for him, I can be his knight

Imagine this is Matsumae teaching Kanae about kagune usage and what it means to be a servant of the Tsukiyama family. For bonus angst, imagine that the slip-ups ('do it for her- that is to say, you do it for him’) are Matsumae talking about the late Mrs. Tsukiyama (HC that Matsumae was around when Shuu’s mom was alive, though I guess that’s unlikely considering her age…shush. Just ignore it for the angst.)

Kanae singing the 'I love you’ part from If I Could Tell Her as they fall off the building

Kanae singing 'But what you do when there’s this great divide? And what do you do when the distance is too wide?’ when Shuu is ill

'I wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn’t there’ and 'There’s nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real. You never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel’ as they remember their memories with Shuu as a child.

'I love him, but every day I’m learning- all my life, I’ve only been pretending’ from On my Own when Eto is torturing Kanae

And then most of 'It’s Over, Isn’t It’ is from Kanae to Sasaki/Kaneki, of course, but then imagine that the chorus ('And she chose you, and she loved you, and she’s gone- it’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?’) is like a duet between Kanae and Shuu. Kanae’s pining over Shuu, of course, but Shuu’s POV is after Kanae’s death (referring to himself as 'you’).

Hope you liked this :)

But wait, if you knew all of Urie’s songs, that means you know Still Sane…does this mean you’re a Lorde fan? Because I thought Still Sane was one of her lesser-known songs. I’m obsessed with Lorde’s music, so…

And I’m also a fan of Fall out Boy and Marina and the Diamonds. It'd be cool if you listen to them as well :D

Seriously?! Because blue is my favorite color…wow!

I haven’t watched FMA but I know quite a bit about it (the Roy rain jokes are the best lol)…we actually talked on your FMA blog once ^^ And I’m excited to hear about any of Queen Luna’s OCs! I’m sure they’re all amazing :D (hahaha, I can relate about embarrassing old OCs. I can’t think of any right now but I know I have some). I’ll send you a little info about my OCs in a seperate submission, since this one seems to be getting a little long (though I can’t be sure) ^^;;

Oh, all four of those are lovely! I feel like the girl with the yellow hat (top row, left) has the most icon-ish look, if that makes sense? She also reminds of Queen Luna a little bit, idk why XD but that’s just my opinion, all four of those characters would make beautiful icons <3

Yep, your internet did die ^^;; This is the only thing I got from you... So no worries about spamming me ^^

Aww *hugs* I love talking to you a lot, a lot! So if you ever need anything, I’m here ^^ (I’d add gifs, but internet is slow).

The pregnancy is as out of place as that chapter (once again avoiding pervy words hahah). But... if Kaneki’s a ghoul (halfway) and Touka is a full ghoul, why does the baby need human food? I’m gonna assume Kaneki is the dad because I don’t want to think about the other options.

I, too, think that the ghoul eating human food/human eating ghoul food for the baby to survive is a parallel for Eto, but we all know how that ended, so idk how i feel about it. Maybe the baby will be a cute and healthy kid who’ll live a nice childhood? Hopefully? Pls let me hope.

Maybe Eto’ll adopt the baby since she knows the feeling of being abandoned and will give it a nice, happy childhood? HOPEFULLY???

Honestly, I don’t remember who Shachi is, so...

*gasp* you wound me... How could you like that hideousness that is the hair (or lack of it). Jk, you’re free to like what you want ^^ I mean, it’s not that bad I guess... I just liked the old version a bit more. A lot more.

So much for avoiding risqué words.

I think their bond is mostly platonic? I mean, if Clint wasn’t married and didn’t have tons of babies, I’d assume there was more, but this way, I’d like to think it’s more of a brother-sister relationship. Why am I getting Love, Rosie flashbacks ;-;

Don’t tell me Sharon’s another Jane, this time with even less character -.-

I guess I’ll just avoid Civil War as long as possible :))

AS FOR KANAE

That’s my feeling about everything.

Well, my music taste isn’t quite definable by ‘likes this artist’ or anything, because it’s mostly a ‘I’m browsing youtube and I like this song, so i’ll download it’ one. So Still Sane just happens to be there. As for Fallout Boy and Marina, I do have quite a lot of their songs there ^^ But, generally speaking, most of my songs that aren’t idol songs ?uncomfortable cough* tend to go in the rock direction. Sometimes remixes and sometimes songs no one ever heard about, like Texas by Magic Man or Change My Life from Ashes Remain. Also, Holy by Zolita, although I mostly like that song because it’s so different from most songs nowadays. It’s a bit weird, though.

I really, really want to see all your OCs, especially the TG one that suffers a lot :))

Oh god, here’s my most embarrassing one, the FMA one:

Kk, her name’s Arya, she’s an alchemist (of course) and depending on how I felt at the moment, she was either shipped with Roy or Ed. Most of the time, it was Roy, so the info I wrote down was based on that. Is the cliche ‘sarcastic, but actually a huge softie’ character with right about 0 character flaws, other than being stubborn (’But it also helps when she’s suspicious about the homonculi!’). Now, this isn’t so bad. But here’s the best part. She has a stepdad (bc no oc can have a normal, fully functioning family) that tried to ‘merge her with a wolf, giving her enhanced senses and strength and making her hair white + eyes purple’. I still cringe when I think about her. Literal nightmares.

Then we have a soul eater one, where the girl is both a meister and a weapon (which is, by the way, impossible by the laws of that universe, since the souls of the two types differ greatly) AND a witch to top it off.

Thankfully, I never went too far with the looks, the white hair + purple eyes was as far as I went, but I knew to change it to normal (or try to make an excuse *coughwolfcough* if the universe was one where the colours were mostly normal. And I never gave them DDD+ boobies.

As for the newer ones, I don’t have many, but from the fandoms we share, I have 1 for YoI and 1 for MCU (this one was created yesterday :P )

The YoI one’s name is Nara and she’s a skater from Detroit, therefore Yuuri and Phichit’s rinkmate. Honestly, she’s not that talented at skating, but she does try to make up for it by practicing a lot. However, she doesn’t magically get better and lands 1st place, she’s content doing her best and just participating in the competitions, since she has a secondary job.

The MCU one’s a bit more mary sueish, but that’s what makes it fun. Kya, her power is ‘manipulating’ animals (well, not manipulating, it’s more along the lines of ‘animals like her and listen to her) and in extreme cases (when she gets very emotional), human manipulation (technically, humans are animals). When she was small, she was experimented on, granting her the powers. However, the faculty was attacked, allowing her to escape. She tried to live a normal life and was actually succeeding, but then Loki attacked New York and lo and behold, she actually managed to do some hero work, so the avengers were like ‘we’re not recruiting you, but you could be useful in the future so we’ll keep an eye on you’. That’s as far as I got, but I do plan on expanding a bit. Also, probably predictable, but Loki is her love interest ^^;;;;;;

Alrighty, seems like that’ll be my icon ^^ I’ll probably change the general colour scheme of the blog, so don’t be surprised if everything’s different the next time you visit :P The name definitely stays the same, though.

As for the ‘she reminds you of me’, you couldn’t be more right ^^;;; In the whole Love Live series, she’s the most similar to me looks wise, but also personality wise. A quiet bookworm who’s fine staying in the library whole day hahah I always cry during her character arc, because I relate waaay too much ;-;

Also, completely random, but I’m listening to ‘Merry Go Round of Life’ from Howl’s Moving Castle as I write this and it would actually make a pretty nice waltz song...

#evans #submission

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