#the waterfall is gonna continue down i just blocked it off to make it cool first

[with-vorpal-sword]

snuck onto my cousins minecraft server to terraform and get beat up (trackpad gang rise up)

#minecraft #sw.txt #*places five blocks* wow im like the scar of this server #the waterfall is gonna continue down i just blocked it off to make it cool first #kaybitit

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Eight | Dating Start! (Part 2 of 3)

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"Can I see your hand for a moment?"

The question's immediate, guilt pushing you to blurt it out the second you step foot out of Snowdin. Even so, he doesn't rush in giving you an answer and, rather, looks at you like you've asked the most absurd question of the century. "C'mon, pal," he says, sneering. "Don't tell me you're still worked up about this?"

Beyond pissed he's brushed it off so easily while you're still stressing your years out over it, you huff and hold back the urge to glare at him. "Yes, I am. Now can you show it to me, please?"

"Alright."

Sans gives in with a grin and takes off his gloves. Then, he shows you the hand you'd hit to reveal there's a reddish mark visible on it despite him being made out of bones. "See what I mean? Your hand's got a bruise on it!" You frown at the sight and take his hand, using your thumb to rub at the injury. "Does it hurt? I figured you could still bruise… But just, not like this."

"I'll be fine," he says, pulling his hand back. "That's probably just frostbite or somethin'." He walks with you to the nearby river and sits down next to it, letting his legs drape over the edge and shoes barely graze the surface of the water. "It'll fade after a while."

"At least let me try to do something," you say, persistent. You sit next to him and look at his hand again, now resting on one of the many puddles surrounding the floor. True to his word, the mark starts to fade with the help of the lukewarm water, though only slightly and -- when compared to his other hand -- it's clear as day the mark that's left is a result of you swatting his hand away earlier. "Give me your hand."

"In marriage?"

You bite back a smile, caught off guard more than you would like to admit. "Are you that set on teasing me like this from now on?" you retort, maintaining a stern look throughout. "I thought you said you weren't interested in this kind of stuff?"

"Yeah, but flirting's different."

"So now you admit you're flirting with me?"

"You're not gonna give this a rest, aren't ya?"

"Not unless you show me your hand again."

"Fine." He chuckles, offering his hand out to you. "Go ahead."

You take his hand -- left bare now that he's not wearing gloves anymore -- and place it over your thigh as a makeshift table. Then, you take a first aid kit from your backpack and retrieve a few items from it. "Stay still," you say, facing his hand. "I'm not sure if human-made medicine works the same with monsters, but…" You disinfect the wound, rub some cooling gel over the burn mark, and stick a waterproof bandage on it after, all while ignoring how tense his hand gets until you're finished with the process. 

"Nervous?" you ask, grinning. "Your hand's all stiff now."

"I thought you said you would give your own teasin' a rest?"

"It's not teasing if it's the truth."

The conversation's ended on that when his phone starts to ring.

He stands up, reaches out for it and -- though he tries his best not to let it show -- it's made more than obvious he doesn't want you to see who the caller is by how awkward his body language gets. His irises jump from the phone and a nearby spot for him to possibly answer the call without any interruptions, to your face and the hand you healed up. A conflict seems to settle itself out in his mind when he decides to take the call right where he is, though still without revealing who the person is.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other side booms with a "Have you done it yet?", impatience present in their voice. It's a familiar sounding one, though you don't want to jump to conclusions yet with how bizarre the possibility is. 

"Tell them everything in detail, or I'll do it myself in front of a whole damn crowd," is another line you can hear from the person, how quiet Waterfall is allowing you to listen to them even as Sans tries to lower the volume some.

"I will," he mutters, a neutral tone masking the subtle, annoyed look on his face, completed with him rolling his irises. "Just gimme a sec, will ya? I'm kinda in the middle of somethin' right now."

The skeleton hangs up after that and lets out a quiet sigh. He seems troubled in more ways than one, something that increments when he makes eye contact with you. "You, uh... probably heard that with how loud he was, huh?" he asks, hangdog. "It's about time I told you more about myself, though. So it's only fair."

"What do you mean?" You frown, stand up, and take a step closer to his side; fighting back the urge to push any further is almost impossible to do, yet you try it either way. "And... Who was that?"

"You probably won't like the answer to that last question, but, well…" He scratches the back of his neck as he takes a breath. "He basically gave me a deadline for me to tell you all about who I am, and who I used to be."

"Who is he, then?"

"Your ex."

An instinct to retreat from the conversation arrives at the mention of that man, though you push through it. Running away from the subject wouldn't do you good anymore, especially now, taking into consideration how Jerry's apparently given up on trying to communicate with you through text, and instead chosen to place the burden on others rather than by approaching you directly. "Block him," you blurt out, anger nulling your subtlety and tact. "And if he's blackmailing you into this, I'll deal with him. Even if he wants you to confess about everything, he still needs to be way more upfront about it. Hiding behind threats and text messages won't do him any favours on my part or anyone else's."

He sits down with you again. The rippling and bubbling sounds of the waterfall clashing with the river help soothe the tension between you, aiding you both in finding the will to carry on with the conversation. It's likely a busy place like a city on a Monday or the shop back at Snowdin wouldn't've been adequate places for you to discuss this with him, so you bask under the calm and silence of Waterfall as you wait for him to decide on what to do. "I mean it," you say, facing him. "If he's threatening you, I'll talk with him. It's no use for you to tell me everything by force than through honesty -- like you've done so far. It… It feels more genuine, and I like it better that way."

You break your gaze away and carry it over to the river, casting it down to look at your reflection in the water. Your fingers brush with the surface as you continue to wait for him to speak up, and a ghostly warmth stays on your fingertips despite the anticipation of the water being cold, a brief sensation that fades when you pull your hand back. Your skin glows with the help of the echo flowers spread all around the area, and the near translucent water serves as natural lighting for the mellow darkness of your surroundings. Of all the places you'd been given a tour of since arriving at the Underground, Waterfall was by far the most breathtaking of them all.

"It's fine," he says, casual self returning. "I was gonna tell you along the way to Hotland, either way."

"Pinky promise you're not being forced by him?" you ask, looking at him once more and offering him your pinky.

His nose cavity flares as he lets out a laugh, though he still extends his pinky out and locks it with yours. "Pinky promise I'm not."

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The mood leftover after the promise begins to vanish when Sans starts to talk about what Jerry called him for, and it takes a turn for the worse when the monster reaches the topic of Toriel and her relationship with Frisk.

"So she really let them go all alone?"

"Yeah, but after she tested to see if they were strong enough to. The kid wanted to explore beyond the Ruins, and so she let them go after that."

He's explained everything the man at the bus yelled at you for, though -- of course -- in a much calmer, detailed manner than him.

"She cared so much for them, that at the end of it all, she even asked them if they wanted to live with her at the Surface."

"Y- You mean as her child?" you ask, voice breaking with your shock. "Why would she even ask that? Did... Did Frisk never tell her they ran away?"

"Not until the Barrier broke," he replies, kicking a stray rock into the water. It makes the surface ripple further and -- once it reaches the bottom -- it starts to glow, resembling the rocks visible in the Underground's makeshift, starry sky. "They said they had somewhere else to be, and that's when they told her all about you and how they wanted to go back home."

"So if they were angry at me, I… I might've never seen them again?"

Anger mixes with your lament, troubling you to the point where you can't judge the situation rationally anymore -- or without being influenced by your emotions so heavily, at least.

"Are you… Are you really telling me she would have replaced me as a parent? I… I-"

"Whoa there," he intervenes, letting out a nervous laugh. "That's not what I meant by that. She didn't know until after she asked them that, so what I'm sayin' is-"

"She wanted to keep Frisk as her child, Serif. That's enough of a reason for me to feel angry about this." Your voice raises and a glare shows up on your face. He stands up in response to your change in mood and tries to ease you out of your anger by offering a hand out to you. "I… I'm more than relieved she looked after them for so long, but… But couldn't she ask them over why they fell down here? Why didn't she ask them if they had someone to look after them way before that, and why did she try to keep them in the Ruins rather than help them journey through the Underground safely?"

"Now that's a bit complicated for me to explain, but…" He sighs and looks up at you when you take his hand and let him help you stand up again. "At the end of the day, it's better if she tells you all about that herself. She understands why she did that better than I ever will, and she can tell you stuff I otherwise won't be able to tell you without her prior knowledge." Although he doesn't have a throat, he almost seems to gulp with the next pause he takes. "But, well… If you need more context as to why she was so attached to Frisk as a parent, she lost both her biological son and adoptive kid way back when."

Your eyes falter in their glare when he says that, though your own emotions still keep you from softening up in response to such a reveal. Respecting Toriel's privacy by not forcing Sans to tell you all about her seems like the most humane thing to do even more now, so you let your glare fade away and ease in with a smile, fueled by sympathy. "...Alright," you say, letting out a breath as you allow your body to free itself from tension. "I understand, and I'm… I'm sorry for prying into this. I didn't know."

Expecting more words from him, you're contradicted when he only chooses to smile back at you and nod. "Anythin' else ya wanna ask me about myself, though? Take a breather, and tell me when you're ready to talk some more."

"Thank you."

You take up his advice and take a moment to compose yourself. You start by looking for your medicine and taking the one you need to for the hour it is; then, you drink some water and take a look at yourself through the river's reflection to see your eyes are already on the verge of watering up again. Continuously feeling sad over the past is almost a trademark of yours now, so you want to shatter that custom by mustering up as much emotional strength as you possibly can.

When you're more confident with yourself, you put the medicine back and drink the rest of the water, storing the empty bottle away after. 

"You were a sentry for the Underground, weren't you?"

The skeleton either didn't hear you, or your question's caught him off guard, the latter you try to discard when you see he's busy helping a small bird cross the waterfall, it's wings too weak for it to battle against the wind caused by the strength of the rushing water. He walks back to the river after that, though once he makes it back with you, it's noticeable how he's chosen not to answer your question yet, judging by the way his irises divert from yours the second he tries to look at you in the eye. "...Yeah," he says, finally managing a reply. "I know we've talked about this before, but… Could you still promise me you won't freak out too much? Or at least, well... Not at the same level as that guy back at the bus? Not that I don't want you to feel upset, but I just don't want you to end up in the hospital again because of somethin' like this."

"Believe me, I won't," you say, voice and gaze both stern, albeit softened by his words. "That's the last thing I want. But… Could you still tell me more about you in that sense? I want to know more about what your job as a sentry implied -- to more detail, I mean."

"Go ahead," he says, nodding. "I'll try to answer with as much depth as I can."

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That moment when you have to cut the chapter into 1 more part because you hadn't checked the word count, and part 2 was 5k words long. 👀

Also, quick fun fact: I almost wrote 'promise by the tiny claw' rather than 'pinky promise', because where I'm from we say 'lo prometo por la garrita', and my brain just failed to come up with the proper translation for pinky finger in English for a whole solid minute, lol. 

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[thriceboundhome]

Before the Bond

“Sl—slow down, Ita!”

“Walk faster then.”

The two children's squabble echoed through the trees with how loud they were shouting. They had too if they wanted the other to hear. The roar of the waterfall that Itani insisted on walking by was already drowning out the sound around them.

An inaudible jumble of words left Quinn as she kneeled down on one knee to try and catch her breath. Her lungs were burning with how she was pushing herself to keep up with her brother. She doesn't even know what got him so riled up that he's walking so fast. They were walking at a moderate speed last time she checked.

"What was that? You gonna stay there and mope?"

Almost

The stone that  flew at him made any form of pity for the girl vanish. He caught it in one hand as the other raised to point at her, a flinch from her made him pause and breathe to calm down before sighing. The boy glanced at the stone before dropping it into the stream at his feet when he felt the urge to throw the pebble back at her. Itani looked back at Quinn and gave her a thin lined smile with his eyes closed.

“Stay here. I'll go out to see if I can catch a rabbit for us to roast.”

The male said the words like an order, even knowing that Quinn didn't take the tone kindly. In her frustration, she pushed up some dirt with her hands.  She had sat down while trying to catch her breath when her legs started shaking. Her body still in panic mode from being captured and whisked away from her home.

“Why can't I go with you, huh! You don't like me or something?”

The question was asked out of anger, though she knew that whatever answer she gets might just make her cry. From the harsh way Itani was talking to her and the situation she was taken out of, it's safe to say that her mind wasn’t ready for any kind of rejection at the moment.

The boy in question stopped himself mid step and turned to face her. It was hard to balance on a smooth rock with rapid water flow pulling at his feet but he made it work. The sight he was greeted by was the elf eared girl punching the hard ground beneath her with drooping ears. Unshed tears clumping at the corner of her bright blue eyes.

Red splattered lightly on the dirt since small rocks were digging into Quinn's skin. The crunching sound made Itani's skin crawl, too familiar a sound to the crackling, burning wood that remains playing in the back of his head. A smooth stone was thrown at the girl to get her to stop, hitting her square in the middle of her forehead.. Not the best way to end the onslaught she  unknowingly caused him but it worked. Her shiny eyes filled with hurt was only a small price to pay for his mind.

“I don't like you but I don't hate you either,” he spoke his mind, ignoring the fuming girl as she quarrelled about the stone hitting her head. “I tolerate you, I don't save someone I don't like.”

The confession made her pause her ranting. A small nod to herself was done as she soaked in the information. Half of a smile came to her lips while Itani continued walking up the stream. His words made sense plus it wasn't a total rejection which made the sting in her eyes lessen. Even if it was a rejection it wasn't the same as the ones she got when she was locked in that damp...dark.. cold cell. Itani's voice broke her train of thought and brought her back to the present. 

“Stay put, you're hurt. I'll be back soon. Shout if something happens.”

With the words hanging in the air, he left the girl to her own devices. Silence filled the air save the thundering of the nearby waterfall. The girl was left with her thoughts, something she didn't allow herself to do often. The things that her mind provided her with at times like these weren't always the greatest.  A low whistle left her as she breathed out some air before puffing her cheeks. If she was going to be left alone, she certainly wasn't going to be left bored.

So with shaking limbs and nothing but the sheer will to disobey Itani, Quinn picked herself up and wandered around the waterfall and streams. Her legs still refused to work with her so she ended up having to crawl some. The girl made her way to the edge of the walk way and peered over to view the water. It was crystal clear, reflecting the bright blue sky so perfectly that it matched the sparkle in her eyes. She almost couldn't make out her eyes from the water.

She giggled out as she let her hand dip into the cool water. A content sigh left her as the cool of the water fought off the heat that came from overworking herself. Allowing her eyes to slide shut, she felt a strange peace settling over her with the sounds that surrounded her. The chirping of the birds overhead, the crittering of squirrels playing along the trunks of trees soothed her. Eventually, she ended up dozing off. The sounds of the forest calming her enough to let the adrenaline in her system wash away, allowing her rest.

All while Quinn drifted off to sleep, Itani was making his way back to her. Bow and arrow in one hand, a few skewered rabbits in the other, it took some time to track them down and get a good aim but he was satisfied with his catch.

‘Should last us about a week until I need to hunt again.’ 

He made a mental reminder to himself as he pushed away leaves that blocked his path. He was hurrying and he didn’t know why. What had him in such a twist that he was running out of breath just from walking, there were only two answers to that question and both were distasteful to him. One more than the other but it still made him scrunch up his nose in refusal at the idea. Though the answer was clear to see he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. Even when he let out a breath of relief when he saw Quinn, napping.

Comfortable and unharmed. It made his chest feel lighter, like a weight was lifted. One that he didn’t know existed. He stood there looking at her for a while longer, just to make sure she wasn’t hurt in any form of the word. Well, not every form, her mind probably isn’t the safest place for her to be at the moment considering the situation he had taken her out of. He moved towards her and set down the catch and his weapon on the cloth he brought back with him. Whoever decided to leave it hanging in a tree wasn’t the brightest.

The male was startled. You'd think that being waterboarded would make you scared out of your mind at the sight of water but here Quinn was with her hand in the water dreaming away. She's a different breed of human to him for doing what she does. If Itani was in her position he would have begged to not be around this amount of water all at once.  She worries, confuses and amazes him all at once. He still freaks out at any sign of fire going out of control. The tiniest sound of wood crunching makes him sick. The boy's not too sure how to feel about it. 

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It wasn't long before Quinn woke up. The scent of meat sizzling made her dreams take a turn to food land and she woke up with twitching ears and growling stomach. Her back was covered and warm, it helped her blurry eyes and muffled mind to clear. The girl sat up and pulled her legs close to her chest until a satisfying pop was heard. Her ears twitched again as her hands moved to rub the sleep out of her eyes,a lazy smile evident on her lips

“Mornin’ sleepy elfy.”

That made her jump. Hands coming down to clench the cloth that sat on her lap to pull it to her chest. A small whimper of fear slipped past her lips as her shoulders shoke in her panic. Slowly, she turned her head to see Itani behind her. Green eyes watched her in confusion, hints of worry sparkled in the forest green of the boy’s eyes. She let out a heavy sigh at the familiar face. Her hands set the cloth back down and rose to pass through her knotted black hair. An 'over it' expression took over her face.

“Mornin’ spooky,” Quinn replied sarcasm dripped off of her reply,“ do you wake everyone you know like that in the morning or something?”

The question set off an unwelcomed throbbing in the boy’s chest. The implications behind the words meant that he had someone left, waiting for him. He wished. Instead of answering the girl he opted to turn over the rabbit that was over the pit of fire he had lit after he had woken up from his sleep. Bucket of water close to his side so that any moment the sound of the crackling fire got to him.  A small laugh came from the man to throw off the heavy feeling on his chest.

“ No, just lazy elfs that I come across.” Itani removed the cooked rabbit from above the fire and handed it to the girl. She had scooted closer to him as they conversed. The subjects were light, jokes and jabs were made. The two kids felt like they were in their own little bubble of the world. Like nothing could hurt them or ruin the security they felt as they soaked in the sun and allowed the  refreshing lake water to swirl around their feet.

“ Sorry for making you feel as though I hated you,” Itani started, his eyes casted to the meat in his hands, “I actually really like your company. ”

Quinn looked at him, startled. Round sky blue eyes looked at the white haired man curiously, trying to determine if he was messing with her. Her hands came up to touch his cheek. She gave him a soft smile and a simple nod of understanding. He leaned slightly into her hand and sighed, is this how Dakota felt when he comforted her? A small fortress around her keeping her safe with all it's might? He would love to get used to this.

“ No worries! I got tough skin,” a grin replaced the soft smile on the girl's face,“ you can't get rid of me with that even if you tried!”

They laughed together as they packed up and outed the fire. Onto wherever their legs take them. An adventure awaits them and they're ready.

Ready together.

#mun writes #the maker send a sign; mun writes #oc itani #oc quinn #the wild one's origin; quinn's childhood #the white sword's furnace; itani's childhood #the white sheath found it's sword; about itani #the wild one has settled; about quinn #out in reality; mun #this bad boy got long #so readmore was used #whoever reads all of this #i love you

[atomic-taco-muffin]

The Lost Princess Chapter 17

Warnings: Angst

Rating: SFW

Traveling through space, Sora and the others come upon a strange gray object ahead. 

“What is that?” Donald asked. 

“Wow, it’s huge!” Sora said. It flew over them. 

“It’s a giant whale!” Goofy said. 

“It’s Monstro! He’s a whale of a whale, and vicious besides!” Jiminy said. It flew back around. 

“Whoa! Sora, get us out of here!” Donald said. It made its way toward them, opening its enormous jaw, revealing a mouth full of teeth. 

“Too late! He’s going to swallow us!” Sora said. It overtook the ship and Sora’s life flashed before his eyes. He remembered a day, 9 years ago, that he spent with you and Riku on the Destiny Islands. He walked down the stairs with you and Riku, his small hands folded behind his back. 

“It’s true! I saw it with my own eyes!” Sora said. 

“You sure you didn’t just hear it this time?” you asked, smiling. 

“What difference does it make? There’s a huge monster in there, I tell you!”

“All right. Suppose there really is a monster... Think we can beat it by ourselves, Sora?” Riku said. 

“No problem. Let’s do it!” Sora said. 

“Yeah!” you said. The three of you walked to the entrance of the Secret Place. 

“Listen! There! Can you hear it growling?” Sora said. 

“Shh, quiet,” you said. You and Riku bent closer, listening over the sounds of the waterfall nearby. 

“We’ve gotta be careful,” Riku said. The three of you entered slowly and the sounds of the waterfall drifted away. You guys found nothing in the empty cave apart from a hole in the ceiling that air was pushing through. 

“See that? It was just the wind making that noise,” Riku said. 

“Aw, man. I wish it was a monster! Hold on! What’s that over there?” Sora said. He looked over to see a wooden part of the cave wall. You and Riku inspected it closely. 

“A window, or maybe a door? It won’t open,” you said. 

“Geez, is that really all that’s in here?” Sora asked as he looked around. 

“What do you expect in a boring place like this?” Riku asked. You and Sora continued searching the cave.

“Hey, guys,” Riku said. 

“Hm?” you and Sora asked. 

“When we grow up, let’s get off this island. We’ll go on real adventures, not this kid stuff!” Riku’s eyes grew wide with anticipation. 

“Sure. But isn’t there anything fun to do now? Hey, you know the new girl at the mayor’s house? Did you hear?” Sora said. 

“Oh yeah. I heard about her. She’s kind of like me I think,” you said. You and Sora exited the cave, with Riku following, and the scene turned back to the present, the sounds of the wind becoming the sounds from Monstro the whale, where Sora, Donald, and Goofy had been thrown from the ship inside its mouth. Sora lied on the ground, hearing a yell. 

“Knock it off!” Donald yelled. Sora shook his head and stood up to meet Donald and Goofy. Goofy was covering his head with his shield again while Donald tapped his foot on the damp floor.

“Hey, Sora. Are you okay?” Goofy asked. 

“What are you guys doing? Where are we, anyway?” Sora asked. He looked around before an item came flying from overhead. Sora dodged backwards. 

“Whoa!” he said. 

“Uh, ya know, I think that big ol’ whale Monstro just swallowed us. And for today’s weather: expect showers,” Goofy said. Another item fell and hit Goofy’s shield.

“Heavy showers!” he said. Donald continued to look up at someone on a high ledge, searching through a treasure chest. 

“Hey! Who’s there?” he asked. A wooden puppet looked down at them from the ledge. 

“It’s me,” Pinocchio said. 

“Oh, it’s just Pinocchio. ...Pinocchio!?” Donald said. Jiminy jumped onto Sora’s shoulder.

“Pinocchio?” he asked. Pinocchio began walking down the ledge away from them carrying a large gummi block. 

“Pinocch, where are you going? Pinocch! Come on, everybody! After him! Quick!” Jiminy said. Pinocchio hopped along the various wood piles scattered throughout Monstro’s enormous mouth. Sora, Donald, and Goofy made their way over to a wooden boat where Pinocchio was talking to an old man. 

“What have you got there, Pinocchio?” the man asked. Pinocchio set the green block down on the deck.

“With this, we can get out of here, Father,” he said. 

“Really? With this big block? You think so?” 

“It’s true,” Sora said. They turned to see Sora, Donald, and Goofy climbing the edge of the ship. 

“So, how did you end up here, Pinocchio” Sora asked as he and his friends stood on the deck. 

“Oh, my. So the whale swallowed all of you, too? My goodness,” the man said. 

“Yeah, looks like it.” 

“My name is Geppetto. I’m Pinocchio’s father. When we got separated, I traveled all over, looking for him.” Pinocchio was distracted by something behind him and he walked over the plank. 

“Thank goodness we’re together again,” Geppetto said. The puppet saw someone running further into the whale as Geppetto picked up the gummi block. 

“So, you seem to know Pinocchio quite well. I hope he was a good boy in my absence,” Geppetto said. He placed the block near his bed as a goldfish swam in its bowl on the bedside table. 

“Well, we’ve all had quite a journey. Right, Pinocchio?” he said. He looked around for his son. 

“Pinocchio? I warned him not to wander off here. He can be a naughty boy. Even so, he’s very precious to me,” he said. Sora, Donald and Goofy went after Pinocchio, finding him hiding in an inner chamber. 

“What are you doing? Come on, let’s go back,” Sora said. 

“You know, Geppetto’s awfully worried about you,” Goofy said. 

“Pinocchio, stop fooling around! This is no time for games!” Sora said sternly. They start to turn away.

“But, Sora, I thought you liked games,” Riku said. Sora whirled around to see Riku.

“Or are you too cool to play them now that you have the Keyblade?” Riku asked.

“Riku! Wh-What are you doing here?” Sora asked. 

“Just playing with Pinocchio.”

“You know what I mean! What about Kairi? Did you find her? Or (Y/N)?”

“Maybe. Catch us and maybe I’ll tell you what I know.” 

“Come on!” Riku grabbed Pinocchio’s hand and lead him further into Monstro. They searched through the various maze-like innards of the whale, fighting numerous Heartless, though finding no trace of Riku or the puppet. Maleficent appeared to Riku. 

“Why do you still care about that boy? He has all but deserted you for the Keyblade and his new companions, after all,” she said. 

“I don’t care about him. I was just messing with him a little. I really care about (Y/N) though,” Riku said. 

“Oh, really? Of course you were.” She smiled.

“What about (Y/N)? What’s gonna happen to her?” Riku asked 

“Nothing too bad. She’s under our care now. We’ll help her explore her powers more. Beware the darkness in your heart. The Heartless prey upon it,” she said. She summoned a corridor of darkness and walks into it. 

“Mind your own business,” Riku said. He stared at her as she left. Sora, Donald, and Goofy chased Pinocchio, who passed by Riku into the bowels of the beast. 

“Riku! What’s the matter with you? What are you thinking? Don’t you realize what you’re doing?” Sora asked. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Sora. You only seem interested in running around and showing off that Keyblade these days. Do you even want to save Kairi? Or (Y/N)?” Riku said. 

“I do.” Pinocchio screamed and they ran into the Bowels. They found him trapped inside a large Parasite Cage Heartless. It swung its appendages when they entered, waiting for them to come near. 

“You up for this?” Riku asked. Sora assumed a fighting stance. 

“No problem. Let’s do it!” he said. 

“Get me out of here!” Pinocchio said. Sora attacked the small head attached to its arms as it swung the arms wildly. Riku ran behind it to avoid them and striked. Sora leaped at it, while Donald sent a Thunder spell, but it lifted an arm and Sora crashed into it, falling to the damp floor. 

“Help! It’s scary in here!” Pinocchio said. Sora attacked the bottom cage-like head of the Heartless where Pinocchio was trapped, but the beast would not budge. Its arms took out Goofy while Sora gave it an upward strike. It began to wobble, grabbing the ceiling for balance, and spat out Pinocchio into a hole in the floor. Riku jumped in after him as the Heartless escaped. The water level in the mouth decreased as Sora, Donald, and Goofy landed on the deck of Geppetto’s ship.

“Pinocchio! Pinocchio! Please! Give me back my son!” Geppetto said. Riku was on a high ledge, holding Pinocchio under his arm.

“Sorry, old man. I have some unfinished business with this puppet,” he said. 

“He’s no puppet! Pinocchio is my little boy!” Geppetto said.

“He is unusual. Not many puppets have hearts. I’m not sure, but maybe he can help someone who’s lost theirs.” 

“Wait a minute. Are you talking about Kairi? Or (Y/N)?” Sora asked. 

“What do you care about them?” Riku asked. He walked toward Monstro’s throat. They went after him by climbing the piles of wood near the mouth. Sora found another summon gem on top of one of them. They entered the throat and made their way to the stomach. Riku set Pinocchio down on one of the platforms lining the walls as stomach acid pooled on the floor.

“Hey, let Pinocchio go, Riku,” Sora said. Riku turned to see them. Pinocchio sat, unmoving.

“A puppet that’s lost its heart to the Heartless... Maybe it holds the key to helping Kairi and (Y/N). How about it, Sora? Let’s join forces to save them. We can do it, together,” Riku said. He started walking toward Sora, who took out the Keyblade.

“What? You’d rather fight me? Over a puppet that has no heart?” he asked as he stopped walking.

“Heart or no heart, at least he still has a conscience,” Sora said. 

“Conscience?” Riku asked. Jiminy Cricket ran over to Pinocchio.

“You might not hear it, but right now it’s loud and clear. And it’s telling me you’re on the wrong side!” Sora said. 

“Then you leave me no choice,” Riku said. 

“Pinocchio! Pinocchio!” Jimimy said. 

“Jiminy... I’m not gonna make it,” Pinocchio said weakly. Suddenly, his nose grew.

“Oh! I guess I’m okay!” he said. Jiminy jumped happily. Sora looked over to Donald and Goofy. Riku thought for a second before looking up suddenly as the Parasite Cage fell from a hole in the ceiling. Riku made a quick exit through a corridor of darkness, leaving them alone with the Heartless. Pinocchio ran out of the stomach and the Parasite Cage picked itself up on its arms and swung  itself at Sora and company. Donald yelled and sent a Thunder spell at it, while Sora ran up to it and began striking its body with the Keyblade. The Parasite Cage began swinging its arms again, but Goofy slammed his shield into them, causing the Heartless to reel back. The top head fell backwards, causing the cage to open. It lied there, unconscious, while Sora continued to deal damage to it. It straightened up and began swinging its arms again, knocking out Donald. The Heartless placed its arms into the stomach acid, sucking it up through its appendages, and blowing it out through its mouth. Sora fell in pain Goofy fell unconscious. While the Parasite Cage continued swinging its arms madly, Sora used Cure on both Donald and Goofy and the three of them moved in unison. With a few more strikes, it flew backwards, a glowing heart coming out of its cage- like mouth and floating away. It began to fall over, splashing acid everywhere.

“Run!” Donald said. 

“Riku! Riku, where are you?” Sora asked. 

To be continued...

#kingdom hearts #kingdomhearts #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts x reader #kingdom+hearts+x+reader #kingdom+hearts+imagines #kingdomhearts x reader #kingdomhearts imagines #kingdomhearts+x+reader #kingdomhearts+imagines

[flamebearrel]

Some Dark Shade of Tired

Fandom: Super Smash Bros

Synopsis: Even in the World of Light, adventurers need their rest. Saving countless souls is never easy, after all. It's especially the case for the rookies, so when Villager finds himself losing sleep to someone's sobs he has no choice but to take action.

Word Count: 2114

Original Post Date: August 26, 2019

Characters: Villager, Ness (Minor/Mentions of Mario, Lucas, Paula, Jeff, Prince Poo, Galeem, Ness’s Family, Isabelle, Toon Link, Rosalina, Luigi, Trainer Red)

Ships: Ness/Villager (Can be taken as platonic or romantic)

Trigger Warnings: None

Other Notes: Ness has a lisp that only really comes out when his emotions go out of whack; I see Villager as a kid (like twelve years old); this is a sequel to Split Number One

Ao3 Link - Sequel to This

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There were panicked, choked-up sobs coming from the cliff edge nearby when Villager woke up. He grunted quietly and shifted, glaring in the relative darkness. “Come on, who is up,” the little mayor hissed to himself. Any attempts of blocking it out proved futile, since the constant rays of light Galeem gave off were shining through the trees and into his eyes and the crying wasn’t stopping anytime soon. So he went to check it out.

Grazing his hand against a tree, Villager stepped over its roots and drew his gaze over the clearing. Once his eyes adjusted, he could just barely make out another fighter. Black hair… a striped shirt… a yellow-brown backpack clutched desperately against his chest… was that-

“I can’t do thith now,” Ness suddenly sputtered, cutting off Villager’s train of thought. “Out of all the timeth, not now, it can’t be now…!”

Yeesh. I… don’t think I’m qualified to help here. Villager backed up a little, pivoting to return to his sleeping bag. Ness wasn’t usually like that. He was supposed to be the confident, easygoing guy. Not… that. Whatever had gotten to him was probably something really private, which was likely something really deep and emotional, which was certainly not the mayor’s line of expertise.

…But he stopped halfway through his next step, because suddenly he remembered.

“You’re as much a part of this team as us, Villager. And we need your help just like you need ours.”

Mario’s words from before were rattling around in the back of his brain. They had never left, really, since even after they had cheered him up it still felt like he was barely helping. It wasn’t as if he was bad at fighting, but the others were just more experienced. Better. Aside from that, and providing everyone with snacks, Villager’s attempts to even out the burden-to-help ratio weren’t working.

So should he do something here? This was his chance to make up for it all, with one of his friends at that, and if he could run errands for the citizens back home then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-

It didn’t matter what he decided anyway, because right then his overthinking was cut off by a burst of light. Whatever flickered behind him came completely out of the blue. The brunette squeaked and hurtled to the ground.

When Villager opened his eyes again, the other boy was staring at him.

The mayor shot to his feet. “Uh. Heeey, Ness.”

“How- how long have you been there?” came the tense response. 

“Doesn’t matter.” He’d play it cool. “What’re… what’re you doing crying out here? Really loudly? …In the middle of the night?” Okay, maybe that wasn’t so cool.

“Stop it! I’m not crying.”

“There are tears all over your face.”

Ness turned away. “It’th the PK Flash.”

Raising an eyebrow, Villager pressed, “Since when has that ever affected you?” The PSI user just shrugged. His hands were still fizzing with bits of green. “Come on now,” the kid in the No. 1 shirt continued, “there’s nothing to hide out here! Nobody’s gonna laugh at you, you know, if you’re the one saving the world.”

“…I don’t care if people laugh at me.”

“Oh?” 

“Well, I’m a laugh-y guy, right? Heh…” When Ness paused, it left the sounds of sniffles and the distant pummeling of a waterfall. “It’s worse when people get all worried.”

Villager ran over the sentence in his head. “It’s… worse when… Huh. I guess I never really thought about that.”

“Everybody’s got their own problems,” sighed the kid in stripes, “especially right now. You’ve seen it, I’m sure. You see how hard they’re taking everything, and the least you can do is be the big guy. Make sure you don’t worry ‘em even more.”

“Mm. …You know what?”

“I don’t really know a lot of things. Uh, what?”

“Of course we’re going to worry, but- if we get to, then you should too! Our team will only be as strong as the weakest of us, so we all gotta get stronger! And that doesn’t just mean physically. So go ahead and tell me… what’s wrong? I’m no Lucas when it comes to this stuff… but I’ll listen.”

Contemplation on Ness’s end, drawing out the seconds - one K.K. Slider, two K.K. Slider, will-he-ever-choose-K.K. Slider - until finally he set his backpack aside. “Okey,” he breathed. “Oookey.”

His violet eyes were some dark shade of tired when they met Villager’s.

“You see… I’m homesick again.”

The mayor blinked. “Wait wait wait, ‘again’? This is a recurring thing? I never knew you were homesick in the first place-”

“Well, I was! Why do you think I just randomly run off after matches? Whenever it happens, I can’t do anything until I call Mom.” 

Leaves were rustling in the wind behind them. Villager gave a sympathetic nod.

“It’s always been like this,” continued the PSI boy. “As soon as I left Onett to find the Melodies I started calling her, and then, when I got back, then it was Paula, Jeff and Poo, a-and- And I know it’s such a tiny thing. I know they’re just a call away; so I don’t make a big deal about it. ‘Cause I’m not gonna weigh everybody down when they’ve got real problems and mine are always just a single call away.”

“…You say always… except…”

Quietly, almost hysterically he snickered to himself. “Yeah, you get it. You get it! Now there’s no one to call, is there? Some angel alien thing lasers everything away and now Mom’s a Spirit, and Tracy and Dad, and nobody answers me anymore! And I need them, Villy! I mith- miss them so much, this ithn’t fun anymore… I want to go home, but I can’t, and I can’t ring up anyone either so the feeling’th not gonna go away! Which meanth I’ll be all weak and utheleth right when you need me, I can’t do thith now, not when you need me, I-I-I-”

A moment of pause as Ness scrubbed at his eyes. Shaking, he tried to take a breath, but when he opened his mouth another thought spilled out instead.

“And I hate thith lithp too! You can’t underthtand anything I’m thaying, all of it jutht-”

What happened next looked to Villager like some kind of distraction, because his friend shot to his feet and was suddenly very interested in doing yo-yo tricks. Walking the dog, rocking the baby, a million other tricks Villy didn’t know the names of but were probably more caretaking terms… until Ness was able to slowly calm down again.

“…Nice tricks,” the mayor offered.

Then, when Ness didn’t answer, Villager took the opportunity to try and figure out what he had just heard. What was he supposed to say? How could he say anything at all? As if some cheesy “they might be dead but they’ll always be alive in your heart” would… 

“Hey.” That wasn’t a terrible idea, actually. “Let’s go to Magicant.”

“Wh- What in th- Where’d that come from?”

With an awkward chuckle, Villager replied, “Trust me on this, alright? I know it makes no sense, but I want to show you something.”

Ness just sniffed and shut his eyes.

“So is… that a no, or-”

A pulling in the mayor’s chest cut him off, and then the world was pink and green and soft all around. As he steadied himself, he could see his friend nearby, buttoning up his pajama top. I wish I pocketed my pajamas. Then at least saving the universe would be comfy. Wait, not a good time.

“Here we are, O great mayor.” Taking a step toward the shorter fighter, Ness threw his hands out. “The train has arrived at the station. Now why are we here…?” Villager noted that despite the grand words and sweeping gesture, his friend’s eyes refused to meet anything but the floor.

Trying to figure out how to word his speech, the little mayor glanced to the side. It was there that a scene caught his eye. Just ahead, amidst a swirl of clouds and veggies, there was… a family. A blond woman was eating steak with her daughter. A man and an old dog sat nearby. All of them were smiling. And then the woman turned, and saw the two of them in the distance.

And she beckoned them to join in.

Something twinged in Villager’s chest. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re here because they’re here.”

“You can’t be serious…”

Smile fading fast, the kid in the No. 1 shirt snapped back to his friend. There was practically steam rising from the watery glare he met. 

“Eh-? What’s with that look? What did I say?!”

“We just came so you could get me off your back! Villager, this isn’t real, everything here is just in my mind-”

“It’s not like that AT ALL!”

The next thing he knew, Villager had pulled the taller boy down by the shoulders and to his level. Suddenly the world seemed to dim around them.

“Listen up,” the mayor ordered. “This is for a reason, got it? Now pay attention, cause I’m only making my point once.” Ness nodded, startled, giving Villager the chance to take a breath.

“I know this is your mind. No duh! But can’t that mean these guys are made from your memories? The perfectly real memories that you’ve amassed over who knows how long? These are the people you know- they look and act and care like you’ve always seen. If you’re in a place where you’ve literally made memories, where everything is familiar, and where everybody loves you… I’d say, technically, you’ve got a home right where we stand!”

A step back. Crossed arms. Villager nodded in the family’s direction as Ness took a long look, contemplative. That wasn’t enough, was it? He’d still have to…

“…And, besides this place… I get missing them. I understand! I miss my family, my villagers, the shopkeepers… I missed Isabelle until we found her! Even now, Toon and Rosalina! I even… I even missed you-!” Warmth was starting to tinge his cheeks from such openness. He cleared his throat. No stopping now.

“Uh. Uhh, and I’m sure everyone else misses each other too. Mario talks about Luigi all the time, and Lucas is keeping an eye out for Red… What I’m trying to say is, you’re not alone in this. Any of this! Not just in feeling homesick, either. If you feel down? Insecure? Like you’re the biggest burden anyone in the entire World of Light has ever seen?! …I get it. We… we really, really get it. And if everybody gets everybody, then that means right now, we can be your family, too.”

Whatever reaction Villager was expecting, it wasn’t this. Had he been the one hearing it, he’d be saying something, not just… staring. Admittedly the stare wasn’t too surprising; it was more the fact that Ness was smiling, sincerely, for the first time since he’d been saved.

“You really do mean it, huh…”

“Well… yeah.”

Then he was almost sent toppling. The kid in stripes practically tackled him, squeezing him tightly. After flailing a moment, the mayor managed to find some kind of balance. He huffed, “Okay, what’s this for, it isn’t part of my deal-”

“I’d never expect that from you,” Ness whispered. “Thank you.”

“…Blech! You’re so sappy.” In response to the PSI user’s smirk, he merely stuck out his tongue.

“Says the guy with the big old speech. Who, ya know, is hugging me right back~” 

And Villager immediately dropped his arms. “Y-YOU HAVE NO PROOF-” It was true, though. Lately lots of hugs had been going around. Just this once, he’d wanted to return one. “F… fine, I guess you’re not totally wrong… But you better not go acting like it’ll happen again.” Shaking his head, he moved to change the subject. “Nevermind that. Why don’t you tell me about them? Your family, I mean? There’s gotta be something interesting about ‘em for you to care so much, right?”

“Heh, lemme see… There was this one time Poo took a prank call… … …”

A few early risers the next morning, checking to make sure no one had been spirited away, immediately noticed they were down two fighters. Their epic search lasted only a few minutes. In the grassy clearing of the cliff edge lay the two, sound asleep. 

The others stared a moment at their light-dappled faces before deciding to leave them be. Quiet, content… those expressions… who would want to interfere?

For a single morning in Galeem’s World of Light, despite all the odds, their expressions shone like they were right at home.

#smash bros fanfiction #smash bros #smash ultimate #super smash bros #super smash bros ultimate #fanfic #villager #red shirt villager #ness #ness x villager #nessvilly #nessvillager #animal crossing #earthbound #world of light #krispy kreme word machine

[edelwoodsouls]

the light behind your eyes

The Magnus Archives, JonMartin, pre-relationship

You'll never go through with it, he said. Watching the blood drip, maybe he doesn't know Jon as well as he thought.

Word Count: 2464

Ao3

inspiration

(this art and this show apparently single-handedly cured my months-long writers block, i only started the show like a month ago, holy shit im in love)

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The Institute's halls are darker than they used to be.

He's not sure when it happened, really. Just a few short years ago, he could have called this basement home. It didn't matter that he was sleeping there, that his real home was writhing with worms - that wasn't what gave it that comfort, that warmth. But the knowledge that someone was always there, the camaredie of close-quarters living and near death experience...

He misses it. He misses Tim, with his awful sense of humour. Sasha's laugh. Even Melanie's angry tirades about whatever was pissing her off that week.

He misses keeping Jon company over slowly cooling cups of tea late into the night - not talking, not acknowledging each other, simply existing quietly in the same space, an assurance that he wasn't alone-

He laughs out loud at the thought, the sound echoing like a gunshot down the hollow corridor, because isn't that the point? He's miserable, he's lonely, so it must be working. It'll all be worth it.

But still. The corridors feel cold and empty. Even though he knows Melanie is around somewhere, probably using the pages of some ancient research tome as cigarette paper, and Daisy has been haunting the spaces between the stacks for the last few weeks. And Jon, of course, most likely recording another statement and pretending it satisfies that primal itch in his soul that screams for fresh trauma.

It feels more like a haunted, ghostly archive than the home of several nearly-human disasters who should really be banding together for emotional support.

In these moments, with the others sequestered away in their own problems, Martin likes to wander the halls himself. It's so hard to leave the office without making human contact usually, but over the last few months he's come to sense the pathways of the others, how best to avoid their company. Almost like a sixth sense, or - ironically- a third eye. He takes the chances when he can, stretching his legs, letting himself get lost in the ghosts of better memories.

He's not sure if it's voluntary, or a method of making himself feel more Lonely.

It's the early hours of the morning now, not that he can tell without windows. He hasn't seen sunlight in so long, he's sure his skin must be paler than the pages of a Leitner - even turning on the overhead lights makes him squint.

His footsteps echo off the brick. It must be raining outside, he thinks, because there's an odd, sharp smell in the air, damp and cloying. He almost wants to run outside, feel it on his skin. Maybe it could wash away his - his Loneliness? His attachments? Which would he prefer to lose more at this point?

He can't deny the power that slipping through the cracks, going unnoticed but noticing everything, makes him feel.

His feet guide him thoughtlessly, in tracks he's paced a hundred thousand times before. Through the stacks of old statements, still barely organised from Gertrude's original mess - fifty years is a hell of a lot of statements to manage, after all, especially when the mess is deliberate. Past Tim's old desk - it's Daisy's now, technically, but Martin's never really been one for change.

Of course, his feet always lead him to Jon's door.

He hates to admit how many times he's sneaked up to the small porthole window in the door, peeking in to check in on the archivist. He's seen Jon recording statement after statement, seen him staring absently into stone-cold coffee for hours, seen the absent-minded scratching of  burn scars, the many times he's been straight up passed out on top of a mound of files. Only sheer will-power has kept the door firmly between them.

He'll only sneak a quick look, Martin tells himself now, tugging absently at his shirt sleeve. Just to check that the archivist is still alive and breathing - not that anything else is possible now, he supposes.

His thoughts are interrupted by the unmistakeable sound of Jon groaning, a low, agonised noise that sounds forced out involuntarily, through gritted teeth. Martin's heart stutters. For a moment, his feet still. Then he's speeding the rest of the way down the hall and, before he can think better of it, throwing open the door.

Martin freezes. Hand gripped white-knuckled around the door handle, to keep himself standing upright, to keep himself grounded so he doesn't throw up at the sight before him.

That scent is thicker in the air the moment he opens the door, and he realises with a plunging horror that it isn't raining outside, that the stench now shoving its way down his nostrils is metallic and all-too familiar.

Jon is sat at his desk, as he always is, slumped over it, head held in his hands like he's about to fall asleep on the pile of blood-soaked papers below. But it isn't fatigue dragging at him now. It's the steady stream, the waterfall of crimson forcing its way past his palms, curling past his fingers in almost mesmorising, intricate patterns, dripping audibly onto the statements below.

Spread before him among the papers are an assortment of tools. A kitchen knife, a letter opener, a screwdriver - is that a blowtorch? With a sick sense of humour, Martin notices the corkscrew he had kept so closely for protection during the Filth's first attack, now sticky with blood, clutched limply in between Jon's fingers.

His voice cracks as a strangled noise emerges froom his throat in place of words. He swallows down the bile, resisting the urge to clamp a hand over his nose. "Jon?"

Silence stretches deafeningly across the table. Jon doesn't even react to the sound, though his limbs are shaking with a brittle tension.

The corkscrew slips slickly from between the archivist's fingers, clattering on the table like a gun going off, and yet the silence rings louder still. There's an awful static in the air, like when Jon uses his abilities, except now it doesn't seem to stop, doesn't seem to end, just reverberates in his head to the point of pain. Like the very air is crying out silently in pain.

A small sound emerges from behind Jon's hand. He still hasn't moved, hasn't looked up, but Martin would recognise that dry chuckle, tinged with disbelief, any day. It's a sound that's brought him no small amount of delight to hear over the years, even when that disbelief was more indignant and exasperated at Martin's incompetence, because it meant that he had Jon's attention - had, in some way, broken through that stiff upper lip that Jon had once been adamant on presenting.

Now it sends a horrified shiver down his spine. There's no pain in that laugh, just a resignation.

"Martin." The word is spoken so softly he almost doesn't hear it - a whisper, a prayer; a drowning man accepting his fate.

Panic rears, finally, inside Martin's chest like a suddenly startled animal. "Jon, Jon are you okay-" Stupid, stupid, of course he's not bloody okay, but what else can he say, with Jon sitting so calmly as he bleeds out onto his desk? "I'll- uh- hang on a sec, I don't have my phone with me, I'll call the ambulance, oh god-"

You won't go through with it, Martin had said, in a voice as cold as he could make it, as detached and unwelcoming as he could bear. You're a coward, looking for an excuse.

Hit Jon where it hurts the most, cut off any emotional connection keeping them tethered. It's the only way, he told himself, ignoring the sick satisfaction he got from finally scaring Jon the way Jon had often scared him.

He'd really thought he was right, but apparently he doesn't know Jon as much as he thought he did. Or maybe it's his fault, he drove him to this. Who and what has Jon got left, without Martin? Abandoned by those he loves, treated as expendable by Basira, blamed for things he can hardly control by Melanie and Tim, left alone to face that wide, unrelenting eye that pulled their strings.

Jon is far more Lonely than Martin has ever managed to be, and he isn't even trying.

The words continue to fall from his mouth in a panicked babble. "Do you have your phone with you, Jon? Jon? Or did we reconnect the landline after the last attack? I know the hospital ignores calls from the Magnus Institute when possible, but surely they can do something, it's gonna be okay-"

"Martin." Jon lets one of his hands shift slightly, and a trickle of red bursts forth onto the pages. "I guess-" there's that endearing, terrifying laugh again- "I suppose its for the best, that you didn't agree to come with me."

"What?"

"Would've made this a bit awkward, if you'd said yes."

And finally Jon raises his head, and Martin is horrifyingly unsurprised when deep brown irises meet his own. Blood still drips from the nearly-healed whites of his eyes, spilling over like tears. He can see the tissue knitting back together before his eyes, until the only evidence that anything awful ever happened is the drained pallor of Jon's skin, and the sticky wash of half dried blood spread around him like a pool. He's clearly been at this for a while, judging by the dry patches, and the variety of tools at his disposal.

Martin can't take his eyes off the sight. "I..." The words vanish on his tongue like so much smoke.

It's almost worse, he thinks, that Jon is healing so quickly. That the one avenue of escape offered to the rest of them is closed to him forever by the very thing he's attempting to flee. He hadn't regret saying no to Jon, shutting him down, not with the very existence of the human race hanging in the balance - and he still doesn't. It's the mental image of him hidden away in his office, unnoticed, hacking away at his own face for hours without anyone so much as wondering where he was, noticing his cries of pain, that makes him sick with guilt.

"No need for an ambulance, Martin," Jon's face tugs into an awful almost-smile. "I'll be right as rain any second now. But if you happen to have some painkillers, I wouldn't be opposed. Bit of a headache, you see."

Despite himself, Martin lets out a disbelieving laugh of his own. How the hell did they get here? He even misses the long hours of investigation, the haunting paranoia. Even that was better than this resigned certainty of tragedy. None of them are planning to survive this, and if they do? Where the hell can they even go from here?

His feet carry him over the threshold into the office, and he can almost feel the Lonely loosening its clutches, just a little. He offers a hand out, surprised at how steady it remains in front of him. "Come on, Jon."

Oh, how that soft, shocked expression on Jon's face makes his heart break. The fingers that clasp around his feel like burning, an electricity leaping across his skin. When was the last time he touched another person, skin to skin?

It takes a long time to clean up the blood. Martin wishes it could take just a little longer, every touch rekindling an unnameable something in his heart. Sat in the bathroom, Jon is quiet, retreating into himself. His newly healed eyes are vacant. Martin sponges away the crust from Jon's sickly skin, brushes it from his hair, and Jon simply yields to his touch like a doll.

They find a fresh change of clothes in his locker, but judging by the stale air released from the compartment Martin is pretty sure Jon hasn't changed clothes in a long time. When was the last time he took a shower? Brushed his hair? Hell, Martin can't remember the last time he saw Jon eat. Does he even need to eat anymore?

He throws the bloodstained clothes away, and leads Jon back to his office. The statements on the desk are barely legible beneath the crimson, but as he goes to throw them away, too, Jon's hand catches his wrist, the first voluntary movement in almost an hour.

"Jon?"

"I...need those."

"They're unreadable."

"Not to me."

Worrying his lip, Martin silently hands them back, watching as Jon smooths them out carefully on one of the only clean patches of desk. As if he can feel the gaze on him, Jon looks up, finally meeting his eyes once again. God, that softness in his stare is an arrow in Martin's heart. He's painfully aware that he's viewing Jon without any of his walls up, stripped bare, at his lowest. Once he might've considered it an honour that Jon trusted him this much - wanted nothing more, really - but now he just wishes Jon would get angry at him again. It would make this so much easier.

Martin swallows, throat suddenly a desert. "I have to go."

Jon doesn't look surprised, or even hurt, just nods, gaze never leaving his. It occurs to him that the last time they spoke, Jon probably thought it was the last time he would be able to lay eyes on him.

Silence yawns across the room.

"Talk to someone?" It comes out more of a desperate plea than he would've liked. "Daisy, or Basira, or Melanie-" he knows even as he lists them that only Daisy would be willing to bear Jon's company at this point, and she's hardly in any better a place mentally.

"Okay, well..." Words can hardly be adequate enough in this sort of situation. "Don't, uh, don't get too Lonely, Jon?" The archivist's expression sharpens at that. "Before you can't come back from it."

A second of hesitation. Jon nods slightly, jerkily, as if he hadn't even considered the possibilty. "As long as you remember, I'm always here, Martin. I- I trust you, but if you need an anchor... I can be your rib."

"How romantic," Martin snorts drily, before he can think better of it. A flutter of panic ignites in his chest, but Jon just nods, and the flutter becomes something more like hope.

It's not an assurance that everything will be okay. They both know the impending disaster rushing towards them at full speed as they themselves hurtle towards it.

But it's a promise. A thin, invisible cord, anchoring the two of them together.

Today, whatever fresh hell this is, they can take the punches and commit the sacrifices until they're bled dry.

But tomorrow - what if. If there is a tomorrow, any semblance of future? They can take on the world, together.

He leaves the door ajar when he slips back into the corridor.

#the magnus archives #jonmartin #fanfiction #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #own work

[overwatchworks]

A Night in Town:

“You’ve been staring.” Genji muttered, hands in his pockets, eyes trained on some unknown object straight ahead.

Jesse blinked and looked away, a sheepish smile growing on his lips.

“Sorry. You look good, can’t help it.” He shrugged, sending a wink Genji’s way.

Jesse hadn’t expected the city to be so...Elegant. Lots of big buildings with sleek glass and neon lights lining their slopes and angles. There was a good mix of omnics and humans, all getting along. That was a nice change. He and Genji fit in pretty well with the city slickers as per their mission, however, Jesse was feeling a bit warm under the collar. 

Genji, at Jesse’s peril, had been dressed to the nines. He had a black turtleneck sweater covered with a sleek, steel grey trench coat, skinny jeans, and worn combat boots. A beanie and a black surgical mask covered his face and hair, the wires and metal missing so he could pass, and Jesse had never stared at him so much. 

Genji looked so ridiculously good, it was criminal. 

That, and Jesse had never actually seen this much of Genji’s face before. Always hiding behind the mask, eyes dark and tired, keeping everyone at a distance. Now, however, Jesse was walking right next to him, elbows nearly touching every time he had to shift out of someone’s way.

“You’ve been staring.” Genji muttered, hands in his pockets, eyes trained on some unknown object straight ahead. 

Jesse blinked and looked away, a sheepish smile growing on his lips.

“Sorry. You look good, can’t help it.” He shrugged, sending a wink Genji’s way. The ninja’s sharp eyes slid to Jesse, his gaze cynical.

“You are! Not my fault it’s true.” Jesse insisted, raising his hands placidly. Genji looked away, unfazed, as usual. Jesse would get him to believe it, eventually. His charm hadn’t failed him yet, and Jesse wasn’t about to stop trying. 

He grinned as they continued walking, hands slipping into his jean pockets, thumbs hooking in the belt loops. They had no place in particular to go, the mission itself was done. It hadn’t been strenuous, just checking out a site that was suspected of blackmarket trade. 

Now, there was nothing to do but wait for the dropship that had, of course, been delayed. Genji had been silent and pensive since Reyes told them it would be late, Jesse taking the subtle narrowing of his eyes and slump of his shoulders to be annoyance. Especially when Jesse insisted they go looking around while they waited. But, he had conceded, so he couldn’t have been that fed up. 

The cowboy didn’t have a specific place in mind as to where he was going, but it had been a long time since he had been in such a nice city. He wanted to enjoy it while he could. Genji stayed in step with him, though, he kept his eyes either trained on the ground or straight ahead of them. 

Jesse wondered what he was thinking about with his brows drawn like that—perhaps his old lifestyle? What it would be like to be fully human again? Maybe he was anxious at not fitting in with either the humans or omnics around him? Jesse never knew quite what went on in that head of his, and Genji certainly wasn’t keen on letting anyone in to try. 

The cowboy nudged his side when he saw a building that had patterns of lights going down its windows like a waterfall, complete with little holograms of fish splashing around. 

“I’ve never seen anythin’ like that. It’s pretty cool, huh?” Jesse told him with a smile. 

Genji glanced at the building, shrugged, but gave no other answer. He went back to staring but not really seeing, Jesse not taking it personally. 

Something must have been messing with the ninja’s head, so Jesse looked around for a place they could go where he could focus on other things. A cafe, maybe? Could Genji even eat there? He was certainly dressed like he would, and the chill in the air was starting to get to Jesse.

“Hey, you hungry? I was gonna stop in a cafe if they’ve got one ‘round here, warm up a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Can you help me look for one? Maybe they got a Kofi Aromo or somethin’.” Jesse murmured, Genji finally looking around as if he was in the present again. 

They had to walk for another block or so, but they eventually came across a little coffee shop. Jesse held the door for Genji, waving him in with an exaggerated motion and a smirk. The ninja scoffed, though, the edges of his eyes scrunched just slightly. 

From the back, Jesse could see the bits of metal on his jawline, and surprisingly, little studs in Genji’s ears. He frowned. Genji’s ears were showing. How hadn’t he noticed before? He was just so used to not seeing anything but his eyes. That must have been part of what was throwing him off this whole time. Jesse shook his head and followed Genji in, standing next to him in line.

“You want anythin’? Drinks are on me.” Jesse teased, Genji rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

“I don’t know if I can have any of this.” He hummed softly as he read over the screens advertising various coffees and lattes.

“Well, you won’t know unless you try.”

“It could potentially cause my systems to fail and my body to shut down, but yes, I suppose you are right.”

“Alright, so no coffee, then. Got it.” Jesse sighed, making a slight face as he spoke, brows raised in exasperation. 

Always with the biting remarks. It wasn’t really Genji’s fault, but Jesse did get tired of them after a while. He didn’t hold it against him, though, never had, just tried to make light of the situation instead or simply ignore them instead. 

Genji glanced at the gunslinger, hands coming out of his pockets only to lace his fingers together and fiddle with them unconsciously. He had gloves on to hide how they didn’t match.

“I would like to try the vanilla mocha, though.” Genji uttered softly, shoulders raising slightly. Little things like that were what told Jesse he was trying, and damn, if he wasn’t the cutest guy alive while doing it.

“Vanilla mocha, huh? So you like it sweet?”

“I used to. I don’t know about now.”

“Well, if you wanna try some of mine, you’re welcome to it. It’ll be bitter though, I like a good dark roast.”

“You seem like you would.” Genji mumbled to himself, Jesse raising a brow and grinning. 

They ordered and got a two-seater table towards the back of the cafe, just out of sight. 

Jesse didn’t try for small talk, had learned pretty quickly that Genji would only make and carry on conversation if he wanted to. Today seemed like a day he didn’t want to. Most days were like that, but that was fine. Their drinks came quick anyways, the omnic waiter setting them down and leaving without a word. Just programmed to do a job, nothing more. 

Jesse took the lid off his coffee—dark roast with no cream and a little ice—blowing on the still steaming liquid. It smelled wonderful. The coffee in the Blackwatch common room was good enough to do the job, just instant grounds poured into hot water, so having real coffee was nice. Tasted nice too. 

Jesse’s eyes slipped to Genji once more, the ninja’s fingers curled around the cup as he stared out at the city. His eyes flicked around as he looked, the only movement Jesse could see from him. The gunslinger took a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes roam over his partner while he wasn’t being noticed. Yet. 

Genji just looked so good, human and gentle in a way Jesse had never seen before. Like he was just another normal person, doing normal things in a normal city. 

Jesse eventually looked away, down to his coffee as he tapped his fingers against the cardboard cup. It created tiny ripples on the surface of his drink. 

Genji finally moved, hand going up to his mask. Jesse’s brows raised slightly, interest piqued.  

“You can’t stare.” The ninja told him sharply. Frankly, Jesse was surprised he was being trusted with this at all, much less with a simple threat and nothing more.

“I won’t.” Jesse promised. It would be hard, considering this would be the first time he had ever seen Genji’s face, but he would try his best. 

Jesse realized why he was sitting with his back to the door as he pulled the mask down and tucked it under his chin. His skin was pale and face gaunt, scars slicing across his cheeks and lips, though, the worst ones were around where his synthetic jaw meshed with his real skin, red and raw looking. 

And yet Genji still managed to make that look beautiful. 

Jesse didn’t realize he was smiling until he averted his gaze and took a sip of his coffee. Genji had been avoiding looking at anything but his own drink. He blew on it a bit, the design on the top getting messed up a bit. Took a drink, some of the foam sticking to his upper lip. Jesse couldn’t help but look back up at him. 

Genji was staring at the drink, head tilted slightly. Goddamn, it was getting difficult not to blush.

“I can taste it.” He murmured, Jesse raising a brow. 

“I...Normally cannot taste things. Not like this. It is different, but I can tell it is sweet.” He explained, huffing a little laugh at the end. His lips turned up just ever so slightly, Jesse squeezing his cup tighter.

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad.” 

The gunslinger was relieved he managed to get a decent response out, licking his lips as he forced himself to look out the window. 

They finished their coffees in relative silence, Genji pulling up his mask again as soon as he was through with his drink. It had disappeared rather fast. He glanced at Jesse, then took a little breath, exhaling softly. Not quite a sigh—almost as if he was going to say something, then reevaluated. 

The gunslinger tapped the table as he stood, glad to stretch his legs out and have an excuse to look at anything else but Genji.

“We’ve probably spent enough time here. Wanna walk around some more until we get word of our ride? I’m gettin’ antsy.”

“You sure it isn’t just the caffeine kicking in?” Genji asked, raising a brow as he walked past Jesse without waiting for a response. 

Was that...A joke? Did Genji Shimada truly just make a joke? Jesse grinned, adjusting his baseball cap and chasing after the ninja. Maybe he was making progress after all. 

Genji was waiting just out front, hands back in his pockets, the cold breeze tousling his bangs. Jesse didn’t much like the cold, and it was getting dark on top of that, so it was only going to get colder. However, he was enjoying the time he was able to spend with Genji, just pretending they were normal for a while. That made the biting chill more than worth braving. 

Jesse fell into step beside the ninja when he started walking, looking much better than he had before they got coffee. He seemed a little happier, shoulders squared more and less of a shuffle to his step, eyes bright as he looked around. Jesse watched him a moment, smile softening.

“Yanno, I liked seeing you. Without the mask.”

Genji’s head tilted towards him, pace slowing. He was quiet, emotion Jesse couldn’t quite name flickering behind his eyes.

“Oh. I—Okay.” Stuttered out, tone unsure but sincere. Jesse gave him a lopsided grin, then went back to a comfortable silence. Not dwelling on it for too long, Genji normally liking to move on pretty quickly if they ever happened to talk about him, especially his appearance. 

The lights on the buildings and along the roads had more prominence as it got darker, Jesse admiring the creativity of the city. Genji slowed, then suddenly took a sharp turn, heading towards a park Jesse hadn’t noticed. He felt a hand on his arm, pulling him. 

Genji was pulling him along. 

Jesse wiped the surprise from his face and followed, and while Genji let go pretty quickly, he could still feel the phantom of his touch. The ninja had never voluntarily touched anyone before. 

The park around them was beautiful, the plants alight with luminescent colours, twinkling lights between the leaves, and the path lighting up wherever they stepped. Jesse tipped his head back, the canopy above casting a blue and purple light over everything. He could hear the sound of a stream somewhere, and a few birds still chirping in the bushes.

“Woah. I’ve never seen anythin’ like this before!” Jesse gasped, stepping closer to the edge of the walkway to examine a cluster of flowers with transparent petals glowing soft pinks and yellows. 

Genji ran his hand over the trunk of a tree, the light over the bark brightening where he touched.

“It’s...Synthetic. But some of it is real, with holograms. It’s all mixed, though, I can’t quite tell.”

Jesse went to join him, glancing at the awed look in the ninja’s eyes.

“It’s beautiful.” He murmured, Genji tilting his head up to meet his gaze. It was held for a moment before the cyborg looked back to the trees.

“Yeah. It is.”

He then leaned in, tapping his shoulder to Jesse’s briefly before walking down the path. The gunslinger stared, then smiled, mimicking the little light imprints made from Genji’s steps with his own stride. 

Jesse didn’t know when their ride would get to them, but he truly wished the night didn’t have to end.

~~

#mcgenji #jesse mccree #genji shimada #Whiskey'sWorks #I was given inspiration today and this happened I'm sorry #blackwatch boys

[sweetsmellosuccess]

TIFF 2018: Day 2

Films: 4 Best Film of the Day: Shoplifters (pictured)

Shoplifters: Japanese director par excellence Hirokazu Koreeda’s film, which won the Palme d’Or at Cannes, works in quiet subtle ways, that affect you without you quite knowing why, like watching a strewn pile of dead leaves skitter across an otherwise empty field. It opens with what appears to be a father, Hatsue (Kirin Kiki), and his adolescent son, Shota (Jyo Kairi), as they smoothly stake out and steal from a large grocery in Hokkaido. They work in such harmonic tandem, he blocking the clerk from view at key moments, his son slipping items into his backpack without hesitation, it’s almost like a military exercise. Bringing the booty home to the rest of their family, Shota’s mother, young aunt, and grandmother, Hatsue spies a forlorn young girl (Miyu Sasaki) stuck alone, cold and hungry while her parents are MIA. As if snatching a package of noodles off the shelf, he picks her up and takes her into their ramshackle but loving crew. In Koreeda’s world though, very little is directly as it seems at first. As we get to know these characters in more depth over time, their apparent relationships turn out to be something considerably different, and they become less easy to understand if no less endearing. The film works in small, carefully arranged scenes, which are artfully staged, fitting together like bits of an interlocking puzzle. Every member of this oddly concocted family are one kind of con person or another, whether they utilize hoary magic tricks, shoplifting strategies, or burying bodies under their small apartment.

Kursk: Submarine movies generally have only one direction to go, and that is straight down to the bottom. If the sub isn’t outright sinking, it’s threatening to, which, like your standard romcoms or slasher flick, puts into motion a whole bunch of predictable outcomes, depending on whether the director’s vision calls for dramatic pathos (the crew drowns) or joyful deus ex machina (the crew miraculously escapes). But here, director Thomas Vinterberg is working from a notorious chapter in Soviet naval history: During the latter years of the Cold War, one of their most sophisticated nuclear subs had an accident en route to a training exercise, leaving the majority of souls on board blown apart or drowned, and the survivors in a tight race for survival, only to have the military decide the crew’s fate based on international appearances. Given the nature of the form and the reputation of the incident, Vinterberg had no choice but to dig deeply into the crew members lives in order to connect the audience with these poor, doomed seamen. He gives us enough snippets of the homelife of the men — using the tried and true start-with-a-wedding maneuver — and one in particular, Mikhail (Matthias Schoenaerts), with his pregnant wife (Léa Seydoux), and young son, to invest us. He also utilizes other devices: In a moment of supreme irony, many of the ranking crew were forced to hock their naval watches in order to properly fund the wedding of their good comrade the night before their ill-fated launch, a deal that comes back to haunt them fiercely when things go to hell. The Soviets are shown to be blitheringly incompetent, with a much weakened and neglected military (early in the film, the sailors are denied their monthly wage again, hence the need to hock their timepieces), and the kind of insufferable pride that would allow such a thing to happen, bitterly resentful of any offerings of international aid, but in truth, they react no differently from any other would-be superpower. As much as we may want to be able to dump down on Soviet buffoonery, we have to accept we’d likely meet equal fate under similar circumstances. We’ll have to take cold comfort that the Russians, in drowning far below the surface, make for remarkably similar corpses to our own.

What You Gonna Do When The World’s On Fire? The way Italian director Roberto Minervini works is mysterious unto itself. Deeply embedding into a community – and he’s latched onto the deep rural south in recent films – he creates sort of docu-narratives, setting up scenes with real participants, and to some degree choreographing the action. The effect is like watching a drama of almost pure verité, with just enough elements of staging to meld the two forms together. This film, shot in southern Mississippi and Louisiana loosely connects several different character threads and situations: In one pairing, a couple of brothers, the youngest one healthily scared of a lot of things, try to steer clear of the trouble and violence that plague their streets; in another a regrouped “New Black Panther Party” takes to the streets and tries to effect radical change one protest at a time; a middle-aged woman loses her bar, and tries to go out on a high note; and a Big Chief goes through the laborious effort to put his elegant costume together in time for Mardi Gras. The connection is tenuous – beyond its attention to race and class, and the struggle it is for people to just get by under these murderous conditions – but Minervini’s cinematography (by Diego Romero) is so gorgeous, with its black and white compositions, that it hangs together stylistically in a way that makes the whole thing work. It’s hardly coherent, but as a sizable slice of life document, he captures something of notable significance.  

Beautiful Boy: Timothée Chalamet, the young actor who was so beguiling in Call Me By Your Name, seems to have it all: Staggeringly good looks, fantastic acting chops, and a genial likability that translates perfectly to the big screen. In Felix Van Groeningen’s adaptation of the twin memoirs by Dave and Nic Sheff concerning Nic’s struggle with addiction, those qualities are perfectly turned on their head. Nic, too, seems to have everything going for him – loving, though divorced, parents (Steve Carell and Amy Ryan), a beautiful house up in the mountains above San Francisco, and a bevy of talent as both a writer and an artist. But the draw of “chaos” is too strong with him, and he turns to drugs to prop up his sagging self-worth nonetheless. Van Groeningen is hardly a moralist, nor is he any kind of romantic (as those who have watched the powerful but difficult The Broken Circle Breakdown can attest), so the film, which could easily have played like a standard redemption arc, becomes something a good deal more harsh and unfulfilling. If we cling to those narratives for fear of our own children plunging over those particular waterfalls, it’s just as important to understand the true extent of horror such a situation can produce. By the time Dave turns away his son, and gives up any sense of control of being able to keep him alive, we’ve come pretty much to the opposite pole from where he started. The most shocking element of the film isn’t any of the deprivation Nic forces upon himself, it’s the numbing effect he eventually has over his father. The performances are strong across the board, but Chalamet again proves up to the task of taking on remarkably nuanced and difficult characters and bringing them to full life. Because of Van Groeningen’s inherent coolness – the soundtrack, featuring everything from vintage Nirvana, to Sigur Ros, to acid jazz – and emotional distance, it’s nothing cathartic, just realistic – if highly privileged – people suffering continuous trauma.

Tomorrow: After an early interview, I plan to rush over in time to see the Welsh mystery movie Gwen; pop by Donnybrook to see my man Jamie Bell get his head dented in; go to a public screening of David Lowery’s The Old Man & the Gun in what may be Robert Redford’s last role before retirement; and close out the day by (shhhh!) watching a midnight screening of David Gordon Green’s updated Halloween re-conception.  

#sweet smell of success #ssos #piers marchant #films #movies #TIFF 2018 #toronto international film festival #shoplifters #what you gonna do when the world's on fire #kursk #beautiful boy #timothee chalamet #felix van groeningen #steve carell #Hirokazu Koreeda #Roberto Minervini #thomas vinterberg #Matthias Schoenaerts #lea seydoux #arkansas democrat gazette

[sonic-wildfire]

Aftermath: A Sonic Forces AU Fanfiction - Chapter 1

Three Months After the War

In the city park engorged with lush flora and vibrant greenery, Sonic sat alone in the grass under the beaming sun and a Carolina blue sky with very few clouds. It's been three months since the war ended (four months since he was freed from the Death Egg), yet he still hasn't been able to shake off the effects of his imprisonment.

If one were to closely examine Sonic at this point, they would be able to witness him shivering in anticipation of something; that something, not even he knew what it was. In the immediate days and weeks following the end of the war he suffered from nightmares, had become more irritable, and was far more emotionally detached. Activities that he once enjoyed doing were no longer as interesting. He had isolated himself more than ever before.

Sonic was completely lost in his own thoughts when an old friend walked up and sat beside him. It was none other than Tails, the brotherly figure that had been looking up to him for the longest time, who allegedly "lost it" after Sonic's capture. Although Sonic's absence had resulted in more sleepless nights, Tails was completely fine otherwise.

"Hey, Sonic," Tails spoke softly after a brief period of silence. He didn't answer back, which was unusual to the double-tailed fox; Sonic would almost certainly never ignore a friend like that.

He uttered the same thing again, a bit louder this time; not loud enough to be considered yelling, but enough to be considered slightly above a normal speaking volume.

"Huh?" Sonic's head perked up and turned towards the source of the sound. As he saw it was his old buddy, he was able to muster a grin and waved softly.

"What's up, little buddy?" Sonic inquired. "Something going on?"

"Not so much of what's going on with me," Tails replied. "More of what's going on with you. You haven't… been yourself for quite a while."

"What makes you think that? Are my quills beginning to lose color?" Sonic jested, partially dodging Tails' suspicion.

Tails chuckled briefly before answering.

"No, it isn't that. I've just noticed you've been a lot more—in my belief, anyway—secluded."

Sonic looked down toward the ground and began fidgeting, growing wary of his friend's concerns. Never in a million years would he admit there was something terribly wrong with him; it would simply worry his peers sick so it was better to keep to himself rather than pass on the negativity to others, he thought.

"Well..." Sonic faltered. There were a thousand words swirling around in his head, but couldn't articulate any of them into a reply. After a few seconds, he simply made an incoherent sound and turned his back.

"Knuckles and Amy said they've noticed the same thing with you," Tails continued. "You've been eating far less and becoming less sociable. You're becoming more like Shadow with every passing day."

Sonic grumbled unintelligibly. He hated being compared to his arch-rival, especially for negative traits.

"Just come clean," Tails implored. "Has...it been bothering you?"

That sentence lit a fuse in Sonic's mind. He knew what Tails meant by "it."

"No, not at all!" Sonic quickly retorted before he even knew he had said it. "Don't worry one bit, little bro; everything is A-OK," he added, feigning a cheery smile.

Tails could tell Sonic was growing increasingly apprehensive. He was incredibly concerned for Sonic's well-being, but he didn't want to push the subject either.

"If you say so," Tails finally muttered, giving Sonic a tiny grin. "I'm gonna rendezvous with the others at the plaza about ten minutes up ahead. If you need me, just speed on over."

"Will do," Sonic obliged. With that, the orange fox began to use his two tails as propellers and flew off towards the plaza.

The entire time, however, Sonic was barely able to keep a cool head. The war had taken a severe toll on him, physically and psychologically. He was no longer as strong as he was before; he could still pack quite a punch, but not as much as he could prior. His mental state had grown progressively worse, too; after the conflict, Sonic had spiraled into a deep depression, which explained why he was less sociable with the others after the war ended.

Sonic immediately sprang up and blazed down the street. In no more than fifteen seconds, he reached his house. It was octagonal in shape, and appeared to be partially damaged by shrapnel during battle. It still had a roof, however, and that was good enough for Sonic. He tested the door handle and, sure enough, it was unlocked. He let himself inside and softly shut the door behind him.

While the exterior of the house looked run down, the interior was anything but. Enclosed by the eight walls of the house was a living room with four couches surrounding a dusty television set. A small flight of stairs led to a single bedroom with a bed just big enough for Sonic to sleep on, as well as a lamp with a green lampshade perched upon an oak wood nightstand. The light was already turned on, and it looked like it had been on for a while now.

Sonic trudged upstairs and sat down on the foot of the bed. While he never liked to think about his experiences aboard the Death Egg, he couldn’t help it this time. Slowly, but surely, the thoughts began to become intrusive. He shut his eyes to try and block them out, but to no avail. He shut his eyes tighter and tighter, but his efforts were futile.

All those lives that he couldn't save during his imprisonment. All the destruction he could have prevented if he wasn't held hostage. All this would have never happened if he had fought harder, he thought to himself. The words of his adversaries rang crystal clear in his head.

"Foolish hedgehog. Getting out of your chains does not make you free."

"You're not even worth the effort to finish off."

"You reek of fear. Glad to see I left an impression."

Sonic draped a blanket over his head, but the taunting persisted. He wasn’t even safe from his own words; once directed toward his enemies, now returning to get under his skin.

“Your mask can’t hide how sad and lonely you are!”

At last, Sonic couldn't take any more. With a blood curdling screech, he scrambled towards and picked up the lamp from the nightstand, reared up, and flung it across the room, shattering the bulb into oblivion and sending the lampshade flying in another direction.

Sonic flopped back onto the bed, face down with tears streaming along the sides of his face. ‘They were right,’ he thought to himself. ‘They were right.’

Sonic buried his face deep into the pillow to stifle his crying. He wasn't making a single sound, yet he felt like shouting until his lungs vaporized.

It took a grueling forty minutes, but he finally rolls himself onto his back and wipes away the waterfall of tears from both sides of his face. The pain he had endured back on the Death Egg was bad enough, but the worst part of it all was the effect his jailing had on the world: lives lost, landmarks destroyed, hopes dashed; all because he got himself locked away from the world when the planet needed him most after he picked a fight against a jackal and lost.

Fueled by blind rage, he raced downstairs, bolted out the door, and barreled for the plaza. Aside from his friends, nobody was there. Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Shadow, and Silver were all present. He quickly reached at the plaza, as the others turned their heads at the unexpected arrival.

Sonic said nothing as he simply knelt and covered his face with his hands. Amy was the first to react, meandering over to the blue hedgehog and draping an arm around his shoulder without a word. The rest followed suit, trying their best to console the blue hero.

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#sth #Sonic the Hedgehog #Miles Tails Prower #Amy Rose #Shadow the Hedgehog #Knuckles the Echidna #Silver the Hedgehog #Sonic Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Sonic the Hedgehog AU #Sonic Forces AU #PTSD TW #Depression TW #Aftermath: A Sonic Forces AU Fanfiction #Sonic Forces

[calliecat93]

RWBY V6 CH11 Review: The Lady in the Shoe

Man, we are so close to the end... it's felt like we've gone so far, yet not far at all. Was it really just back at the end of October when the volume started? It feels like it was so much later, yet not. Maybe that's my messed up state after Extra Life back in November speaking though. Be careful when watching 24 hour long streams kids, it can mess you up. But anyways, we've got both a mech battle and he long-awaited confrontation against Adam awaiting us, so lets not waste anymore time!

Overview

Weiss is, understandably, concerned about writing Cordovan and her giant robot. But Ruby reminds her that they've face plenty of things before, this is just one old woman... and her giant robot. On her part, Cordovan shows no restraint as she sends a blast at Ruby and her group, prompting Weiss to jump down and create a rock/ice wall. The group takes the moment to form a plan. Jaune deduces that the mech doesn't work well against small targets, probably being used more against giant undersea Grimm.... boy I hope THAT isn't hinting at something for later. JNR plans to be bait while Maria and Oscar keep the ship out of Cordovan's range so that it won't be damaged and let them find a weakness. Even Qrow finally pitches in, offering to use his bird form for a birds eye view. And in the meantime, Ruby and Weiss will face Cordovan directly? How? Well...

Anyways! With JNR going one way and the ship and Qrow the other, Cordovan's attention is split as Ruby jumps directly up, opening fire on the old woman. We proceed to get pure badassery as a rocking metal song plays throughout. Ruby is not holding back at all, shooting the mech's windshield and jumping through a series of missiles. During this, Weiss freezes the water and she and Ruby skate/jump across it while JNR keeps Cordovan's focus on them. Only problem is... Cordovan has Hard Light shields and she retaliates, provoking Qrow to attack the mech directly to get up close and find where the shield is being powered. When Ruby and Weiss try to attack, they get blasted, but fortunately Weiss summons her Lancer to get them out safely. Yay Summoning! I think it's the first time Weiss used it this volume too!

Ruby once more jumps at Cordovan directly, her scythe cutting into the front of it and pins her to a cliff. This lets Ren climb onto it as Jaune and Nora attack directly. Unfortunately, Cordovan gets back up and is able to knock Ruby off, though Weiss manages to catch her. Ren in the meantime finds the generator for the shields and he and Qrow proceed to shoot it, powering them down significantly. Nora continues to open fire, demanding 'her man' back. So rejoice Renora shippers! It's pretty much now canon verbally! Unfortunately Cordovan wings at her and while Jaune uses his Semblance to amp Nora's to take the hit, both are still knocked aside and get their Auras broken. Ruby and Weiss manage to get Ren and Qrow, but Cordovan destroys Weiss' Summon. All but Ruby land safely and she has to use her scythe to grab onto part of the cliff. Realizing that they're in trouble, Oscar and Maria make a move with Maria firing a missile... but Cordovan catches it and tosses it back, seeming to knock the airship down.

So... how much crazier can it get? Well we still have Blake and Adam to talk about! Which is also a badass fight! It's fast paced and both Blake and Adam are evenly matched. Even when Adam mocks her for running away, despite him running last volume, Blake continues to fight on without a hint of fear. She even loses her coat in the process.... which really she looks WAAAY better without it! I love the top! The fight soon ends up at a waterfall and continue to clash, Blake even managing to disarm Adam from his sword. It's an intense, fast-paced fight as Adam continues to paint himself as the victim, saying that none of this would have happened if Blake had 'behaved'. Umm... possessive much dude?

Unfortunately, Adam gets his sword back and knocks Blake down, calling her selfish and a coward. Blake simply says that he's delusional as Adam points at a scar of Blake's stomach. The same place that he stabbed her in Volume 3. He tries to strike her with his Semblance, but Blake blocks with Gambol Shroud... which sadly gets destroyed via the strike. Adam talks about how Blake isn't the first one to hurt him as he takes off the black cloth covering his eyes. Yes my friends, after six volumes and over five years of buildup,  we finally get to see Adam's face. It's not Silver Eyes. It's not red eyes. He has one normal blue eye... and the other is branded by a Schnee Dust Company logo. It looks... God... it looks painful. Without having to say anything, in one instance Adam's hatred against humans, especially the SDC, becomes very understandable. But Adam says that, even though he's been hurt throughout his life, Blake hurt him in a way that no one else ever did.. Why? Because she left him alone, and now he asks her how it feels to be alone before bringing his sword down once more...

...only for that Blake to vanish as the real one grabs what remains of her weapon. Yep, it was a clone. During this, she heard the sound of a familiar motorcycle and informs Adam that she's never alone. Cue the arrival of Yang, who jumps off Bumblebee, sending it directly into Adam! Sadly Bumblebee falls down the cliff and into the water, likely damaging it beyond repair, but it went out in the best way possible! Yang lands, telling Blake to catch her breath as she faces Adam, who... has no problems with this since he sees Yang as unfinished business to take care of. The two fight, this time Yang managing to get plenty of blows in and holding her own against Adam. She doesn't even use her Semblance as Adam keeps trying to use his, which Blake confirms is absorbing blows and using his sword to send them back. Kind of like Yang's, only unlike her he doesn't have to feel the pain to dish it back out. Cool, but as Yang points out is really cheap.

The fight continues on until Adam manages to push Yang back, causing Blake to look at her in concern. Enraged to see this, Adam charge sup his Semblance and sends one powerful slash directly at Yang. It pushes her back to the cliff edge, but... she blocks it. And how did she accomplish this? By using the robotic arm that replaced the very one that Adam dismembered her of in the first place. It damages it, but Yang is still standing and as she lowers it, she's not even angry or red-eyed. Her expression make sit clear that Adam isn't going to scare or away or overpower her again. She tells Adam to leave them alone, making it clear that this is his final warning to either leave peacefully, or be taken down. But Adam points out that Yang's hand is trembling, mocking her on if she's believes what she says or if she just wants to scare him away so she won't die protecting Blake. In response, Blake grabs Yang's hand. She tells Adam that Yang isn't protecting her, and she isn't protecting Yang. They are protecting each other. The episode ends with the two of them staring down Adam, ready to fight him for what may just be the final time together.

Review

Dear God, this chapter was plain BADASS. The entire mech fight was just awesome! The team's coordination is so solid. Everyone made a major contribution of some kind, and seeing them manage to hold their own against a GIANT ROBOT is just awesome. I especially love how Qrow FINALLY pulled himself together to make a contribution and how Ruby clearly gives zero fucks during all of this. She's not going to let Cordovan defeat them, and if that means directly facing missiles and the mech itself, she's gonna do it. Ruby is the best! And Jaune further showing his tactical abilities, everything that Ren and Nora do, and Weiss with her glyphs and her Summon were just AWESOME. And I gotta give Cordovan this, she is not to be messed with. She more than held her own and is certainly not one to go down easy. I can see how she got her position with her nerves, even if she's still an elitist bigot. And now with Maria having put herself in the fray, who knows how much worst it's gonna get.

So... my theory about Qrow getting arrested is dead at this point. I think Cordovan is going to be defeated, and there's going to be major consequences. Especially since we see the citizens scared and with Jaune's mention of undersea Grimm and them being right next to a coastline... yeah... either Cordovan's gonna die via Grimm, or someone higher up is going to court martial her. Then Ruby is going to have to face the Grimm for her trial by fire and use her Silver Eyes at full force to kill it with everyone else worn down. I also don't think the ship is damaged and Maria and Oscar will play some role in taking down Cordovan. No matter what happens, it's gonna be an intense ride, and I am looking forward to it immensely!

But of course, we have Adam and the Bumblebee pair to talk about now, don't we? First, Adam's face reveal. I think we all expected some kind of scarring... But I don't think ANYONE was expecting what we got. That brand... those scars... it is a level of horrific that I was not expecting, yet makes perfect sense. It makes sense why Adam hates humans so much. It makes sense why he wants to kill them so much, especially those with the SDC. It further demonstrates just how deplorable of a person Jacques Schnee is and why Weiss wants to change things. It is one of the biggest showcases of Faunus oppression so far in the show, and why so many in the WF resorted to such violent tactics. The buildup was very much worth it, and it tells us everything about Adam's past and why he holds such anger and hatred without having to show or tell anything else. The CRWBY absolutely nailed this reveal and the implications behind it, and I applaud their brilliance.

But this episode also makes it clear that while Adam's hatred against humans is understandable, he is still a bad person and none of his actions are justified. At least, not in regards to how he treated Blake. He has become a murderous extremist, caring nothing about improving Faunus lives but just murdering those who stand against him. The way he emotionally abused Blake and feels that he is entitled to her is creepy and disturbing and Blake has every single right to leave him when she did. The way that he has focused all of his hatred on her, hurt Yang, tries to murder her whole family, and stalked her to this point is terrifying, stalkery, and just wrong in so many ways. Adam is nothing but an empty shell filled with nothing but hatred and entitlement. All he cares about is his own feelings, not caring how hypocritical he is as he calls Blake out on running away (when he did last volume), selfish (when he stalked her and hurt others all because she left him because of his violent acts), and a coward (when he ran and has made others do his dirty work without giving a damn about the ramifications). He's no longer this freedom fighter fighting for Faunus rights, but a violent sociopath obsessed with making Blake suffer because he can't except that he has no one to blame but himself for all his suffering. And now, this is his swansong, and I believe that this may just be the end for him.

But as bad as Adam is, we get to see Blake and Yang shine through. Both of these girls suffered because of this one man. Blake was emotionally used, stalked, and nearly lost all her loved ones because of this one person. She's afraid of him, but she isn't running anymore. She faces Adam directly, calls him out on being delusional, and doesn't give him any sympathy when he tries to get it out of her via his scar. With Yang, she both lost her arm and has serious PTSD because she tried to protect her teammate, then her abandonment issues reawakened because of Blake being scared and leaving due to Adam. He is the cause of all of her suffering these past few volumes, and she's still scared. Yet she still fights Adam, holds her own, and even uses the new arm that replaced the one that Adam took to block his blow. And it is very clear that despite the fear and no matter what Adam does, she isn't going to fun. She's going to stand her ground, and Adam won't scare her off.

These two women who have suffered because of this one man are now standing against their abuser, together. Whether you ship them or not, this is a very beautiful moment. It shows Yang's devotion to Blake and how she will stand against Adam, no matter what he does to her. It shows how Blake is no longer running and finally understands that she doesn't need to protect everyone, but she can stand alongside them and they can look after each other. When Blake takes Yang's hand, there is a sense of mutual support and care between them as they get ready to face Adam together. Despite all that Adam did to break them down, they faced their demons, rose back up, and now here they are, standing strong. Will they kill Adam? It's hard to say, but if this is his end, then I can't think of a better way for him to go down then at the hands of the ones he hurt. We have more fight to go, and no matter what happens, it's gonna be epic.

Final Thoughts

The path to the season finale continues to be made of pure win. The fights were all great, we finally got one of the biggest reveals that we've waited for for years, and we have Blake and Yang ready to make Adam pay for everything that he's done. Only two chapters to go people, and IDK about you, but I am excited as Hell for what's coming up next! Whatever they dish out, it's gonna be worth it! Loved this chapter, and we shall see what happens next time!

#rwby #rwby6 #rwby reviews #callie reviews

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Day 7 – Free day, First Meeting, KaruFuu

last day, and this was a really sweet one to end on! much thanks to @narutofemslashevent for holding this event, it was a ton of fun to write for and I have so much lovely gay fic to catch up on now! look forwards to hopefully doing this again next year!!!

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Day 7 – Free day, First Meeting, KaruFuu

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“I heard that in Kumo, the air’s so thin that everyone who lives there has lungs twice as big as everywhere else! Is that true?” The girl didn’t look down at her, even as she asked the question, just stared straight up at the grey, but pleasantly sombre-looking sky.

Karui’s neck almost hurt in sympathy. “No way, that’s gotta be bull.”

“So-” those burnt orange eyes finally glanced down at her, tiny smirk hinting at smugness “-you don’t actually know then?”

She glared, forcing her mouth into as straight a line as she could manage. Fuck she hated it when she got played like this. “Of course not, why would I? I ain’t a fuckin’ medic!” She kicked at a stone, trying to pretend she wasn’t pouting like a child, but the strange look a random passer-by gave her suggested she was doing a poor job.

Fuu giggled and took a couple steps forwards on the low wall, teetering heavily but never falling. “Well, you should ask when you get home!”

She wanted to snap that there was no way she’d ever ask her village’s doctors such a stupid question… but she had to admit that if it were true that’d be pretty damn sick. Eventually, she settled for just keeping up her stony silence and idly watching the people of Takigakure going about their day, though she mentally filed away the information for later.

Perhaps she could trick Omoi into asking for her.

The strange girl keeping her company didn’t press the issue, just kept dancing along the narrow, brick wall, bare feet raised on tip-toes as she stepped back and forth. When she reached the end of the wall, she’d spin on her heels, before wobbling her way back up, whenever she came to the spot where Karui was sitting – and adamantly refusing to move from – she’d leap over her head, or step around her, apparently she had no concept of ‘personal space’.

Karui sighed and pulled at the loose threads on her skirt. How much longer was Bee gonna take? She’d been sitting outside the Kage offices for almost three hours now, and the first two and a half of those hours had been spent pacing and sighing and seriously considering the political ramifications of a lowly chunin barging into a top-secret meeting between one village's Kage and another's jinchuriki. As much as she hated to admit it, her teammate had had the right idea when he’d wandered off to appreciate Takigakure’s grand vistas.

She was just about to accept her fate to spend the rest of the day staring unseeingly into the deep, terrible void of boredom when a cute, chipper girl had landed on the wall next to her and started peppering her with questions.

“Sooo…” And there she went again. “How’re you finding the village?”

Karui hummed and looked at the small market opposite them and the people milling about there. “I dunno. Quaint.” She caught the eye of a middle-aged man, he immediately dropped his head and hurried down the street, though he wasn't quick enough for her to miss the dark sneer he'd sent her way.

A suspicious folk, these waterfall villagers. Present company excluded.

The look on Fuu’s face suggested that she disagreed, which confirmed Karui’s suspicions that she'd never left her home village. “What's it like in Kumo then? You got a huge high-tech city?”

“Yup.” She didn't bother to elaborate, not even when the girl immediately launched into a barrage of questions so long she didn't stop until all her breath had run out.

She was clearly annoyed that her curiosity wasn't being sated, pouting like a toddler and stamping away. Only to the end of the wall though, once there, she spun in place to retrace her steps.

Karui expected her to take the trip at the same slow, lazy pace she’d taken the last several dozen, so was entirely unprepared when she took a running start and cartwheeled over her, small, surprisingly strong, hands using Karui’s shoulders as a helpful launching pad.

High, tinkling laughter filtered through the pounding of her heart in her ears, enough to snap her out of her shock and glare at the other girl. “Fucking!” She had planned to say something else, really, but the angry tirade fizzled out of her brain the second she saw Fuu’s grin, so wide it showed off almost every one of her teeth, laughter turning her dark cheeks red as she clutched at her own stomach, tears beading at the corners of her eyes as her breath escaped her.

Karui wasn't usually one for reading into things, but she couldn't help but feel that this was the face of someone who hadn't laughed in a very long time, and intended to make the most of it while it lasted.

“Just… get off that wall, will ya,” she eventually said, glaring into the distance and fighting back the heat on her cheeks, “if you break your neck while I’m nearby someone’s gonna try and pin the blame on the foreign ninja and start another war.”

She was still laughing, though she quietened down enough to answer, “No one would blame you, they’d probably thank you instead.” Her happy tone and dark words didn't match at all, leaving Karui feeling as though she might tip off the wall, even though she was the one sitting down.

“Why would they do that?” she asked, slow and careful, praying that she wasn't overstepping like she always did.

“‘Cause I’m a jinchuriki.”

Karui started. That… wasn't at all what she'd expected to hear, though it certainly explained Bee’s sudden interest in coming here. She examined the girl a little more closely, applying this new information to the inconsistencies she'd noticed earlier.

The glares she'd been receiving from complete strangers might have more to do with her company than her nationality. Her slim frame suddenly made more sense; in her, admittedly limited, experience, jinchuriki seemed to burn through energy quicker than Omoi burned through lollipops, Bee and Yugito counteracted it by eating incredible amounts, but in a village less understanding, it made sense that a girl like Fuu might be malnourished. She also just acted… odd. Not in a bad way, Karui was enjoying her company well enough, but she didn't quite seem to grasp usual social conventions, like not walking up to complete strangers and asking them random questions about their home.

She dropped her head back to stare up at the smattering of wispy clouds, leaning heavily against her hands. “Huh.” Honestly, she had no idea what else to say.

“Huh?” Fuu’s head suddenly blocked her view of the sky – far closer than most people would tolerate, but Karui had to admit that the other girl had very pretty eyes – glaring down at her like she'd gravely insulted her entire clan.

She blinked up at her. “Huh.”

It was amusing to watch her entire face screw up into a confused, but kinda cute, scowl. “Whaddya mean ‘huh’?”

“Doesn’t mean anything, ‘s just interesting is all.”

Of course she knew what she was really asking, but she didn’t really see what there was to explain; she didn’t care that Fuu was a jinchuriki, except that now she had even more respect for her, just like she had with the two from Kumo.

Fuu continued to frown at her, before poking harshly in the middle of her forehead. “You’re weird.”

Karui grinned, reaching up to poke her back. “That’s rich coming from you,” she said, snickering at the expression she received in return, “you’re cute though, so it’s all cool.”

When Fuu literally fell off the wall into the green shrubbery contained by it, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing, even as she twisted round to try and help her out of it. By the time she was upright and sitting safely next to her, that messy, minty green hair was even wilder than it was to start with, leaves and twigs sticking out at every angle; Karui casually brushed the worst of it away, biting her lip to hide the grin at how red the girl’s cheeks were getting.

She kept brushing through those soft, slightly-frizzy strands, long after she’d removed the last leaf, wondering just how far she was willing to push this moment, when a familiar bellow made her shriek and fall backwards herself.

“YOOO! Karu-killer!” B landed so heavily that the ground shook – she didn’t even wanna know where he’d leapt from. “We’re gonna be stayin’ here a while, so you better show me that smile!”

Looking up at the girl giggling next to her as she clambered back up, it really wasn’t difficult.

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#ictoan writes #narutofemslashweek2018 #karufuu #karui #fū #fuu #fuu of takigakure #what's the tag idek #i really need to write more of these two they're super cute together.. #i really just need to write more fuu in general #this was really nice to write for some reason #thanks again to everyone involved in the event!! #yallre absolute sTARS

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Enchanted Forest

FinnRey AU

Finn was running, he was running from the First Order. An almighty gang that had murdered his family and captured him to become one of them. For six years he was imprisoned. But today, he finally escaped. He ran, far far away until he bumped into a tree of a mysterious forest. A forest he has never seen before. He walked in looking around through the trees. It was dark, but not an evil darkness. It was warm and peaceful. Quiet. He noticed a figure of a woman in a long dress in the distance, he moved closer but was distracted by another sound and hid thinking it was the First Order. It wasn’t them though, it was a horse with a horn bathing in the sunlight. He looked to his right to find the woman gone. He pulled out an apple from his pocket and fed it to the mystical creature. It began to walk away looking back at Finn it’s eyes sparkled, hypnotizing him to follow. They ended up at a part that was blocked by trees. They were arched in a position so no one can go through the branches. The horses horn touched a branch and the trees cleared a path leading them to a house hidden behind a bunch of vines.The horse motioned it’s head toward the door and Finn knocked. There wasn’t an answer. 

“May I help you?” a feminine voice said. Finn looked around, it didn’t come from inside the house. It came from outside. 

“Yeah, I’m kind of lost. Do you know how to get out of here?” He said looking around for the voice.

“The question is: How’d you get here in the first place?”

“What do you mean?” He chuckled. “I walked here.” Her head popped out of the bush. Her face suspicious. 

“Just like that? You just- walked in?” She began to move closer to him. 

“Yeah, I did it wasn’t hard.” he moved back a few steps tripping on a log. 

“Who are you?” she asked.

“My name’s Finn. I’m a villager, that’s all.” The woman moved closer and studied him. 

“Oh my god..” she said squinting her eyes. 

“What?”

“Get up.” Finn could tell by the tone of her voice she was annoyed. He quickly stood to his feet and dusted off. The woman turned around to think.

“So, you gonna tell me how to get out of here?”

“No.” 

“What why?”

“How’d you get here?” she turned.

“I told you, I walked.”

“No, how’d you get here?”

“A horse lured me-”

“A horse? A horse..he’s talking about the unicorn.” she whispered to herself. Scratching her chin, she turned around again. “Okay. If that’s him I guess I’ll just have to show him how it works. Although, I was expecting someone who knew already.” She ranted.

“Who..who are you talking to.” She turned.

“Sorry, I’ll just. I’ll explain to you just get inside.” The door to the house opened on it’s own. Finn jerked back looking at the woman. She motioned her head annoyingly. He walked in. Inside it was all wood, with a bookshelf, a table and a bed. 

“I guess we should just get started-” 

“Wait wait you still haven’t told me what’s going on.” She glared at him then sighed.

“Sit down.” the chair opened itself to him. “You were sent here.”

“What-” 

“SHH.” she hushed putting her finger on his lips. “When I was a young girl, my father was very sick. He told me that one day, someone...” She motioned toward him. “A righteous with a pure heart, was going to come here and defeat the enemy and well...here you are.”

“The enemy...who’s the enemy?”

“The First Order.” Finn looked at her like she was crazy.

“WHAT? No, no way. I just got away from them!” Finn got out of the chair.

“You did?” she looked in disbelief “...you really are who we’ve been waiting for.”

“No. I’m not.” He stated. “Why can’t you fight?”

“Although I have the strength, I have no skills in fighting.” Finn scratched his head as he began to pace. “You, however, do. You must. I mean you can’t just walk away from the First Order.” she continued.

“I was impressed with how I got out of there. It was like I was someone else.” he assured. 

“It’s the enhancement.” She whispered to herself.

“The what?” he stopped.

“You were one of the little few born with a power, that power is stronger than anything in the world. It’s an enhancement it make’s you almighty without even knowing. I guess you are more powerful than I thought.”

“Listen lady..” He sat back down. “I don’t know what kind of sick game your trying to play, but it ain’t working.” He stood up and walked towards the door. “I’m leaving and I don’t ever want to see you ever again!” He opened the door and it shut, he looked at the woman. She had her hand up, as if she made the door close.

“NO. Your not leaving, and I’m not going to listen to you complain about how unhinged you think I am. I am not gonna let my people die because some coward was to afraid to fight!”

“Cowar-” 

“I’M NOT FINISHED.” she closed his mouth using her enhancing power. “Your going to stay and your going to fight. Your going to end this cursed war and lift the weight off our shoulders. Whether you like it or not. Do you understand?” Finn nodded his head.

“Good.” she let go allowing him to breathe.

“How am I going to do this?”

“As stubborn as you are, I’ll be by your side.” 

The next day she took him to a place into the forest where there was room. There were fairies flying all around Finn. 

“Alright, it’s time for you to start your training. Stand here.” she moved him toward where the sunlight shined through. He watched as she used her powers to pick up a log and attach it to a tree like a punching bag. 

“Put these on.” she handed him boxing gloves made out of leaves.

“You sure these’ll work?” she rolled her eyes.

“Trust me.” he positioned himself then punched it once. He looked at her with a smile. Then punched it infinite amount of times.

“Alright, alright relax.” she said putting her hands on his shoulders. “Just breathe.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In that moment something came over him. He punched the log sending it flying across the forest. 

“That’s more like it.” she proudly said attaching another log.

“What’s your name anyway?” 

“Rey.” 

“Rey? I like that.” He punched the log sending it flying again.

“Thank’s.” She attached another log. “One more.”

“When was the last time you’ve socialized with someone unmythical?” 

“Ten years ago.” 

“Sheesh.” He punched it hurting his hand. “Ow.” he yelled.

“Your fine.”

“Do you have sympathy for anyone? Or are you just a robot?” Rey opened her mouth to say something when a bunch of nymphs started walking past. One of them was checking out Finn. Rey rolled her eyes.

“Come on.” She grabbed him.

“Who was that?”

“That’s Rose and she’s not apart of this mission.”

“Just asking.” 

They were now at a waterfall.

“We’re going to practice with water.” Rey moved her hands in a conducting motion and the water began to dance.

“That’s so cool.” 

“Try it.” 

“When was the last time you had fun?” 

“Focus.” She said moving his head toward the water. 

“This is fun for me.” 

“It doesn’t seem like it.” He moved his hands and the water jumped, but it didn’t dance. He sighed, then tried again. He closed his eye’s and remembered the music he used to hear from the cell he was locked in, in his first year of being in the First Order. The water didn’t dance, it partied. It was like a disco club. Finn laughed looking at Rey who just raised her eyebrows.

“I’m not sure you know what fun is.”

“Of course I do.”

“Really? What’s you’re definition of fun?” He turned to her. 

“Doing all the work you need to do.” 

“That’s..literally the opposite of fun.”

“Whatever.” she scoffed. 

“The place is full of fun mystical creatures, your telling me you’ve never partied with any nymphs or anything?” 

“That’s not my job.”

“Everyone needs a day off.” He grabbed her hand and stood to his feet.

“What’re you doing?” 

“Having fun.” He pulled her.

“We should be training.”

“We have tomorrow to train. Tonight, we party!” They ran to wear the nymphs were and they were dancing. Finn joined in and danced holding his hand out to Rey.

“This isn’t fun for me.”

“Well take my hand and I’ll make it fun.” She stared at him for a while, then took his hand. 

“I don’t know hot to dance.”

“Neither do I, the trick is to feel good. If you feel good, you’ll look good!” They danced and Rey had the time of her life. She’s never had so much fun. After they got back to the house Rey didn’t want the fun to end.

“Let’s go back!” She laughed. Finn looked at her.

“I’ve never seen you smile so much.” Her eyes sparkled in the light. For a while they just stood there glaring at one another. 

“We should probably head to bed. Got a busy day tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, right.” They drifted off. 

The next few days Rey helped Finn control his powers and become more coordinated. Now they were ready to fight.

They were now standing at the exit of forest. Finn was in full armor. Rey looked down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to fight. I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’m coming back.”

“But, what if you don’t! I don’t want to risk you getting hurt out there.”

“I’ll be fine. The whole point of me finding this place was to end the war like you said, I was born for this.”

“I could’ve been wrong.”

“We can’t just ignore it.”

“Let me come with you.”

“What?”

“We’re stronger together if I come with you-”

“No, stay here and be safe.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a sweet smile. Then exited the forest.

Once he was in he was able to camouflage with the wall. Finn remembered when he and Rey played hide and seek using that power. He started second guessing coming alone. 

“Psst.” It was Rey she was right behind him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to help.” Rey’s never been out of the forest before. This was a whole new experience for her. But she was right. They were stronger together. Together they beat the first order down stealthily with there powers. The First Order didn’t suspect a thing. After defeating them they went back into the forest and celebrated by dancing with the nymphs. They, together, lived happily after that.

So where are they now you ask? Some say you can hear the sound of their warm giggles along with two children's giggling as they play ring around the rosy, but it doesn’t feel nor sound creepy. It’s peaceful.

#fanfic #finnrey au #finn/rey #finnrey #rey x finn #finn #rey #star wars #enchanted

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Supernatural: Oopsie Daisy

A lovely anon sent me the most beautiful prompt and I just had to write something about flowers and Sammy <3

I also love his relationship with Charlie. In the series, it was almost always the Dean and Charlie show, but there were always little moments that were adorable between her and Sam, too. The hugs, the exchanged glances. All of it was perfect. 

I hope this is what you wanted, anon! Enjoy!

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The bunker’s backyard had sprung up with daisies and dandelions when spring rolled around, and above anyone else, Charlie was most excited. She’d wake up early to sit outside and stare at the flowers and occasionally pick them, stroking and plucking their petals one by one. It was relaxation, time away from the pressures of hunting with Sam and Dean Winchester. 

Charlie came into the bunker one day with a bundle of flowers tucked into a pouch she made with her shirt and began sifting through the kitchen for a small vase to put them all in. A little color would brighten anyone’s day, even the somber Winchester brothers. Right? 

Sam walked in shortly after Charlie did and he put on a smile as he normally did since he knew Charlie was always happy, “Good morning.”

“Morning, Sammy,” the redhead smiled, standing on her tiptoes to try and reach the top shelf to grab a vase that caught her eye.

Sam grinned softly, “Need some help?”

Charlie huffed and she nodded, “Hohow’d you know? The round clear vase, if you please.”

Sam reached with no effort at all and he handed the chubby looking vase to her, “Here you go. Did you go out to buy those flowers?”

“No, I picked them from the backyard. You know, the outdoors. From the backyard you two actually have and can go out in at any time,” Charlie nudged Sam softly and she filled it partway with water from the sink.

Sam chortled and he went to make a fresh pot of coffee for everyone, “Well, they look very nice.”

Charlie smiled. Sam was always sweet to her. She neatly positioned the daisies, dandelions, and baby’s breath she’d found a cluster of, ultimately creating a picturesque little bouquet. 

Sam yawned as he strained the coffee and waited for the machine to rev up. Charlie looked over at him and she bit her lip, smiling behind it. She plucked a daisy from the vase and walked over to Sam, reaching up and tucking the flower behind his ear.

Sam looked down at Charlie and reached up, feeling the flower.

“Heh, you look pretty now, Sam,” Charlie giggled softly. Sam’s cheeks held a blush in them and he smiled gently, dimples barely a shadow on each of his cheeks. 

“Gooood morning! How we all doing? Oh.. looking good, Sam,” Dean waltzed in and he grinned when he saw his little brother with the flower in his hair. Sam’s blush turned to one of flattery to embarrassment in a flash and he knocked the flower out of his hair, it falling to the ground.

Charlie huffed and pouted. Sam didn’t have to outright reject her offer just because Dean made a quip. She picked it up, straightened it out and slipped it back into the vase. 

Dean, however, found the sight amusing if anything. And like all big brothers, he loved annoying his younger brother. 

So after breakfast, Dean asked Charlie (once Sam was safely out of the room, of course), “So what got you into flower picking?”

Charlie grinned, “I’m soho glad you pay so much attention to me. I’ve been going out into the yard for days because all these flowers are out there. And I decided to finally bring some in here to liven up the place,” she pinched Dean’s cheek and giggled. 

Dean smiled and he only jerked his head slightly, “Wehell... I’ll go out there and pick them with you sometime,” he said with only mischievous thoughts in his mind.

Charlie, however, noted the tone right away. She huffed, “Are you gonna harass Sam with these flowers?”

Dean rose a brow, “How’d you know?”

Charlie smirked, leaning forward, “I’d love to help you.”

Dean slowly grinned broadly and he chuckled, giving Charlie a high-five. Man, they’d be a good team. 

The duo of the dirty blonde and redhead slowly coordinated their attacks. They’d have flowers on their person at all times, so they could strike whenever necessary. 

Dean stuffed two flowers in Sam’s hair as he passed the taller man reading in the hallway, walking with his head down. But the head shot up when he felt Dean basically pat his head.

“Look alive, Sammy!” Dean grinned and slid into his own room down the hall. 

Sam quirked a brow and rubbed through the top of his head, feeling something. Upon removal, he saw that it was a slowly dying dandelion. He huffed, somewhat amused. 

What was at first amusing slowly turned to annoyance as time passed. He’d walk into his room to see a small pile of grass, baby’s breath, and even a tulip laying on his sheets, which he’d have to remove. He was bombarded by either Charlie or Dean (and sometimes both) at every turn, both trying to stick flowers in his hair to the point where he looked as if his hair had become floral. And of course, this would make the dynamic duo laugh their asses off, cooing at and joking with Sam. 

One afternoon, Sam had been sitting in the library reading a fantasy novel, earbuds plugged into his ears to block out any sounds that were coming from the TV in the next room where Dean and Charlie were watching Love Actually together. 

His back had started to ache from sitting in the same wooden chair all morning into well past noon, so he decided to relocate into his bedroom. Even though it was spring outdoors, Dean liked keeping the bunker at a cool temperature, forcing Sam to always have to wear some sort of long sleeved shirt inside. Today, he had chosen his favorite lazy-day hoodie. For some reason, his room felt ice cold compared to the rest of the house. What the hell? He walked out to the thermostat and he saw the one for this portion of the house was set to 61. Freezing. 

“Very funny,” he called out, doubting Dean or Charlie would even hear him. And after hiking up the temperature, he went back into his room. With a shiver, he sat on the bed, pulling his hoodie tight into himself. Sam went to slip the hood over his head for extra warmth, but was startled when a shower of flowers of all shapes and colors cascaded down like a waterfall over his head. 

Sam audibly growled, pausing to take a calming breath before shaking out his hair and ruffling his fingers through it to knock off any remaining flowers. What idiots! This was getting outrageous now. He cursed himself for being stupid enough to have headphones on while reading, now knowing how Dean and Charlie continued sneaking up behind him to the point that his hood was filled to the brim with plantlife. This was the final straw. 

With a huff, Sam removed the hoodie and stormed out of his room. He stood in the library, seeing Dean and Charlie pleasantly curled up on the couch together, hearing an occasional chuckle or giggle (or an ‘aww’ in Charlie’s case). He felt bad if he disturbed them since the scene looked so homey...... fuck it, he was sick of flowers. 

Sam went right behind them and he tapped Dean’s shoulder, “I bet you think you two are sooo funny.”

Dean looked up and snorted, “Yeheheah, actually,” he reached up and plucked a leftover flower with half its petals still intact that was still perched on the top of Sam’s head.

That made Sam blush even harder to hear Dean and Charlie giggling over it.

“You like to laugh at me, huh? Fine,” Sam smirked and he grabbed Charlie, sliding her off the couch and positioning her over his shoulder. 

Charlie yelped, “Ah! Saham, put me dohown!” she had a few flowers in her pockets, which slowly slipped from them and onto the floor. Sam looked down and he shook his head.

“So you two have seriously been stashing flowers on yourselves to bombard me with them?” Sam couldn’t believe they’d go to such coordinated lengths. At the same time he was speaking, the hand holding Charlie’s waist securely over his shoulder shifted and the fingers started to wiggle over her side.

The readhead squeaked and kicked her legs, “Eep! S-Sahaham! Hehehehe nohoho!”

Dean watched with a smirk, not minding the way he was getting revenge, at least upon Charlie. 

Sam eyed his brother looking too content for his liking and he said menacingly, “You’re next, De.”

Dean heard that and he got nervous, quickly standing off the couch and skirting around Sam to quickly say, “Good luck, kiddo!” before running off.

“Dehehean wahait! Ah!” she yelped again when Sam tossed her onto the couch Dean had vacated. Sam quickly sat on her waist and grabbed her wrists, hoisting them above her head.

“Saham, I’m sorry! It wahas just some innocent joking..” Charlie pleaded, biting her lip.

Sam nodded, “I actually have a good sense of humor believe it or not--” he narrowed his eyes when Charlie snorted, “Anyway... I know when a joke’s gone too far. And this one has. But since you still like laughing over it so much...” he kept her skinny wrists pinned with one hand, leaving his other free to seek revenge. His hand hovered over Charlie’s tummy before landing and digging in.

Charlie squeaked and she arched her back, immediately bursting into giggles, “BAHAhahahahaha! Nohohoooo Sahahammy!” 

By slipping his hand under her shirt, he was able to scratch his fingers along her milky pale skin. His forefinger and thumb pinched up her ribs, grinning as each new pinch got a different kind of laugh and jump from her. 

“Someone too ticklish?” Sam teased. 

Charlie, ever the honest one, squealed and nodded her head vigorously, “Y-YEHEHEhehehes! Stahahahahap! SAHAM!” 

Sam grinned and chortled, his fingers massaging into the muscle that married her sides and tummy. While the redhead was cackling at that technique, Sam leaned down and was able to worm his head into her neck, stubble scratching against her cheek and neck. 

“ACK! Sahahahammyyyyy! Nohohoho dohohoHOHON’T! AHAHA!” Charlie shrieked when the younger Winchester blew a raspberry right into her neck, igniting the nerves clustered there. 

“No more flowers?” Sam breathed into her ear, knowing even his breath was tickly at this point.

“NOHO MOHOHORE I PROMISE! Hahahahaha!” 

Sam hummed in thought, having raised his head from her neck, but was now pondering by stroking his fingers up and down her unprotected underarms. 

“Good,” Sam smirked finally, getting off of her, “Now excuse me while I destroy Dean,” he chortled to himself, cracking his knuckles. And off he went, peeking into room by room, figuring Dean was in his own bedroom anyway. Which he was!

Sam burst in and Dean scrambled to get up before his gangly little brother zeroed in on his worst spot. Sam’s thumbs kneaded melodically into Dean’s hip bones, getting at the sweet spot right near his pelvis. And Dean absolutely lost it. This wasn’t fair! No warm up tickles, nothing! Just straight for the kill. 

Dean’s laughter went silent before he took a breath enough to allow him to screech out his howling laughter, which was always higher than his speaking voice. No deep, manly chuckles for Dean. 

“S-SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAM! NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! SOHONOFABITCH NAHAHAHA!” 

Sam giggled, “Youhu’re a jerk for the flowers, you know. You deserve this.”

With what sounded like the attempt of a battle cry and felt like someone leaping onto his back, sure enough Charlie had entered into the fight, clinging onto Sam’s back.

Sam chortled, “Gehehet off!” he lifted one hand to try and pry her off while his other was squeezing Dean’s thigh. 

Dean was still laughing and squirming, though he was happy for the distraction. With a valiant push upwards, he was able to wiggle and claw his fingers into Sam’s abdomen. 

Charlie had secured the hand Sam reached up with and was now using her smaller frame to worm fingers into Sam’s armpit, wiggling and digging into the flesh.

Sam’s eyes widened, realizing it was almost sad how quickly he was overcome, before he collapsed onto the bed in a fit of laughter. 

“Gehehet him!” Charlie cheered with a giggle, unable to hold back Sam’s arm anymore so it slammed down to his side, ultimately trapping her hand under his arm.

Dean was panting and he grinned, “Nihice work, kiddo,” he ruffled Charlie’s hair affectionately before sitting on Sam’s thrashing legs, scraping his fingertips along the socked feet. 

Sam tossed his head back, hair splayed across the bed as laughter poured from his smiling mouth. Charlie had never seen Sam’s dimples so noticeable and it was downright adorable.

After a little while, Charlie gently kicked Dean, “I thihink we’ve tortured him enough.”

Dean agreed and he got off Sam, sitting on the bed with a smirk on his face. Sam panted and let residual giggles spill from his lips in spurts before sitting up. 

“Youhu’re both mehehean...”

Dean grinned, “Wehe aren’t mean. We were just playing around. But hey, I do kinda admit we went a little overboard. Stuffing your clothes and bed with them wasn’t the nicest thing to do.”

Sam huffed, rolling his eyes, “Gee, thanks for seeing the error of your ways.”

Charlie smiled at the brothers, seeing one last flower laying on the bed between the three of them. It looked like a pink petunia, and it must’ve slipped from either her or Dean’s pockets. She picked it up and, turning Sam’s head towards her, she smoothed her fingers through Sam’s semi disheveled hair before tucking the petunia behind his ear. The freckled redhead smiled sweetly at Sam and kissed his cheek. 

“I juhust thought you looked cute with flowers in your hair, Sammy.”

Sam almost froze and his cheeks blushed dark red. He slowly started to smile and he threw his arms around Charlie in a hug, squeezing her tight. Even Dean got in on the love by nestling himself into the hug. Sam knew that all there was between the three of them was love, even if the flower thing got a bit annoying. He could’ve stayed in this moment forever, if only Dean didn’t have to come out and ruin it.

“Hey, what’s a comedian’s favorite flower? Laffodils.”

A groan from Sam and Charlie followed by a bark of laughter from Dean cemented the mood for the rest of the day. 

#ticklish!charlie #ticklish!dean #ticklish!sam #sam winchester #charlie bradbury #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #tickles #flowers #flower!sammy #lots and lots of flowers #pretty!sammy #friendship #family #love

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A Year of Change: aka How Kpop changed my life!

So I haven’t really posted on here much....ever... but I felt like it was time.  Part of that is because I’ve looked back on the year I’ve had since last May and I can’t even believe everything that has happened.

Last year was my step into the real world, I graduated cosmetology school, I had loans to pay, a job to find.  I spent the first 3 months terrified that I would mess up, or be told I wasn’t cut out for this.  I remember being sick to my stomach every time I got a color, so terrified that I would mess it up.  

Then it was announced that Got7 was going to be touring... In the US! Anyone who knows kpop knows, that that doesn’t always happen.  So I saved up, and me, my sister and our friend Kelsey got ourselves ready.  They had already been to a Shinee fan meet in Chicago (leaving me behind : (  because I had just started my job) But this was a concert! A concert with probably our biggest bias group! 

So in July of 2016, I got to go to New York City for the very first time because of Got7! To this day I can barely believe that this is real.  The boy’s put on an especially amazing show, being their amazingly goofy selfs. I ended up crying during Just Right, because it had been the song that first got me into them. We had bought tickets to both shows, My friend managed to get p1 for the first show and p2 for the second, me and my sister for p2 for both.  I still can not believe how beautiful they are in real life.  I still can’t believe they’re real. 

After the second show, as we sat in the seats at the back of the venue, watching them break down the stage as we waited to hi-touch our boys, I thought how sad it was that it had to end.  Sure we had spent two days waiting 10 hours on the sidewalks of New York city waiting for this.  The second show we even had a couple people pass out from heat exhaustion before the show had started.  But it had been the best three days of my life. Getting to see Time Square, getting to see an amazing concert and be with my sister and our friend.  It was an absolutely amazing experience...

And it was over.

We didn’t know when we would see the boys next, or any kpop concert honestly.  

I’m not ashamed to say it made me kind of sad. Really sad.

But we had our memories and our little videos of them that we could watch.  

What we thought was the end was just the beginning of a crazy year. 

Because in September Got7 announced a fan-meet, but no US locations were announced. The closest to us was going to be in Toronto, Canada.  So, being the crazy people we were, we decided Toronto must be lovely in November, and if we’re there anyways, why not see Got7... two more times... (You might be able to see how real the addiction is at this point, we sure couldn’t) 

So it November of 2016, I got to see Canada for the very first time. It was my very first time leaving the country.

We got P2 for the first show, but got the cheap seats for the second.  It was kindof nice to get to sit back and watch them.  It can be a bit hard to see with standing room.

The Kelsey’s (my sister and our friend) ended up being filmed by the Real Got7 crew when we were in line, and Bam Bam complimented my sister’s tattoo during the hi-touch.

While we were in Toronto be got to go to Korea town and found an amazing music store that sold a bunch of Kpop. Needless to say we left more broke then we already were.

Again, it was over. The Kpop depression was pretty real at this point.  We had gotten so lucky being able to see our boys, twice within the same year, Two concerts and two fan meets.  There was no way we could be any luckier.

Then BTS decided to peek it’s head into the US.  December 14th of 2016 we officially had tickets to see BTS!  December 17th, we sunk ourselves deeper by getting tickets to the Washington DC fan meet of Got7.

As if all that wasn’t enough, which it definitely was, Shinee announced a concert as well... the same weekend that BTS would be.  And only in Texas, which was the day of the BTS concert we were attending, and in LA two days after...

But we’ll get to that in a second.  first was the Got7 fan-meet in D.C.

January 21st 2016 I got to travel to D.C. for the very first time.

I still can’t believe it.

We ended up finding a restaurant named Mandu that had amazing Korean food!

Leading up to the concert I had drawn a comic panel of the boys

I had made a bunch of copies and passed out some before the concert while we were waiting in line. Until it started to pour... 10 hrs, in the rain. Well not raining the whole time, but a lot of it. 

Anyway we ended up meeting some amazing girls in line. We’re still friends even now. We bonded over our love of the Got7 boys and all our other mutual groups too.  They had even gotten Tickets to BTS in New Jersey too! So we exchanged Instagrams and stayed in contact.

The Fan-meet itself was amazing, Got7 definitely has a way of making every fan meet different. 

At the Hi-touch, I was holding one of the comic pages as I went through the line.  I don’t know if most of the boys understood it, but the line got held up a bit when I was just in front of Mark (I nearly dies XO) and he read a bit of it and said it was cool! 

Also both Kelsey’s told Bam Bam he was fabulous, he asked them if that was a good thing. So be sure to tell Bam Bam he’s fabulous! 

On the way home we went to a Korea town in Virginia and got some albums and ate at a bakery.

Again, another fan meet was over, the sadness of not seeing Got7 again for a while was still there, but we still had concerts on the horizon.

So like I said earlier, BTS concert was March 24 and Shinee only was going to have two shows.  Dallas was out because we already had BTS tickets.

It started as a joke... Jokes are dangerous.  We kept telling each other, oh we should just go to both hahahahahaha.

I didn’t expect it to happen...

So we were going to LA for Shinee, the same weekend we were going to New Jersey for BTS...

This post is not meant to brag, it’s more to reflect on this past year of events.

So on March 24th we headed to New Jersey, meet up with our D.C. friends, and spent the day waiting to see our Boys.

Oh also KENNY was sitting a couple of rows in front of us!

You can see us in his BTS vlog in the background lol.

ANYWAYS~

BTS has by far been the most emotional one for me. Yes I had cried alittle during Got7 but BTS was a trainwreck of emotions.  Jimin’s solo had me alittle teary eyed, Suga’s First Love had tears coming... But as soon as Jin started Awake... WATERFALL! The girl next to me at one point asked if I was okay! I wasn’t, but I just nodded.

And just seeing the Rainbow ARMY Happen, in real life, it was so beautiful!

I pretty much had tears through half of the concert, if not more!

I was still crying after the concert!

Then we went back to our friends hotel room to relax for a bit when one of the girls came back and said she got off on the floor above us and hear BTS was staying in the room above us. Not totally sure if that’s true, but I can dream lol.

So after a couple of hours, we headed to JFK airport in New York and waited for our 7 am flight to LA.

First ever flight, First time in LA!

Luckily I slept through just about the whole flight there, since we hadn’t gotten any sleep that day.

But then we landed in LA at 10 am!

I got to see my first real Palm Tree! 

We spend the first bit of the day just wandering around and went to Korean BBQ that night.  We also found Music Plaza, a full Kpop store! 

Needless to say, again we spent way to much money.

We had some amazing seats, we were in the balcony off to the left side.  We were just before this private little balcony that was blocked off.

My friend nudged me and pointed, we could see into the balcony area and Evan and Steven from Buzzfeed were there! We might have fan girled a bit over that! Not gonna lie.

And Then Shinee!!!

They put on a ridiculously amazing show, obviously! You really can’t expect anything else from Shinee!

As the concert wrapped up, we saw the private balcony start to clear out, and we knew they’d have to go right behind us.  I watched the balcony, waiting. Then I saw Steven and Evan make their way out.  I turned to fast and just waved, “Hi Steven Hi Evan”

I think it took Steven a second to realize we recognized him, but Evan immediately smiled at us! (Steven did too! It just took him a second)

It was definitely such a crazy weekend, but I wouldn’t trade any of these experiences for anything.

And soon the adventures are going to continue! 

July 14th of 2017 I’m going to MonstaX in New York at the same place it all started with Got7 and it makes me get butterflies just thinking of being there again.

July 27th of 2017 We’ll be seeing G-Dragon in Brooklyn, NY.  New venue, new experiences!

I can’t wait for the new adventures to happen! 

If you’re going to be at either of those concerts, or if you were at the concerts I mentioned, leave a comment or message. You can never have to many Kpop friends!!

If you read all this , Thank you for letting me share this adventure with you! It means a lot just to get all of this out!

Have a beautiful Day, and just go find an adventure!

Bye~

#got7 #kpop #bts #shinee #monstax #gdragon #travel #new experiences #a year in the life #a year later #got 7 #kpop changed my life

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The Incredible Hulk Infinity Stone: None Villains: General Thaddeus Ross, Emil “The Abomination” Blonsky, the US Army, Dr. Sterns Ross is still a General and probably has his career saved by them needing to track down Bruce, Blonsky is in custody and may or may not be human shaped, Sterns is unknown (but if his head got all big he’s probably also in custody).

The credits for this are just beautiful Like just the right amount cheesy to remind you of the old show March 7 Green Monster Sighted Culver City University And they tie in with some Stark Industries weapons requisitions 2/7/2006 reads the e-mail Nick Fury’s name pops up Days Without Incident 158 Was that the old Hulk show on his TV? The origin of the bad undercover Avengers look. Just dress like a white middle aged American dad on a vacation with three kids. I like that Bruce is at least being proactive about learning control and not just trying to find a cure. He’s been working at the factory for 5 months

The cgi blood is bad Bruce you dummy. Why didn’t you check the bottles? The you wouldn’t like me when I’m hungry is cute. So is him knowing its not quite right He has a dog and it’s cute that he wants a life. And he joins Steve in the having a picture of the woman he loves that he cut out of a newspaper club Mr. Blue and Mr. Green What’s that flower supposed to do? Absorb Gamma? Could he take a shitton of iodine? Mr. Blue wants to meet. Or at least get a blood sample. He’s tired, so he sends the blood. Stan Lee dies of Gamma sickness in Milwaukee General Ross has a real shit office. But enough clout to get a team to Brazil Puerto Verde, Brazil Emil Blonsky, born in Russia raised in England and on loan from the Royal Marines Fugitive from the US Government who stole secrets and is responsible for like, eight deaths He is dangerous. Tranq him. Mr. Blue is having luck with the blood sample. He thinks he has a cure. But he needs more data. Bruce doesn’t have the data. It’s at Culver. The strike team is at his door. Do they need c4 to bust down that door? And Blonsky tranqs a dog so that we know to hate him The girl from the factory hides Bruce. Who then escapes in the worlds brightest hoodie. And is spotted immediately. This foot chase is shot cool He lost his dad hat This whole thing reminds me of the Bourne movies. Which I think is the right vibe for the Hulk. Oh man. He can’t even run away, it raises his heart rate too much. Well the scene started at night and then the chase was happening during the day and now it’s sunset. That’s some bothersome continuity. Why would you hide in the one place the bullies and the military know about Bruce? His heart rate is 197 and rising Hulk takes over at 200 And that guys dead Him too And him So that’s like 8 guys dead I like that the soda is bright green. It looks cool when it explodes. Stop shooting at the bullet proof monster you idiot And now Ross has the computer Blonsky might be having an existential crisis Bruce wakes up by a waterfall In Guatemala Days Without Incident 1 Blonsky is so tiny How tall is he? He thinks he’s way more badass SAD HULK MUSIC!! Chipas- Mexico Bruce is begging, or at least sleeping on the street with his hand out And having flashbacks How long does it take him to get back to the States? Infantry weapons development programs sub group Bio-Tech Force Enhancement Super Soldiers He’s the one who dusted it off Banner thought he was working on radiation resistance He tested it on himself He considers Banner property of the Army He’s a scientist. He is not one of us Blonsky is 39. Really? And he’s down for government experimentation Culver University- Virginia Days Without Incident 17 He can’t get in the building without ID Der. Elizabeth Ross Cellular Biology And he’s creeping on her Liv Tyler is just angelic Stanley’s Pizza Paradise He ships it The new boyfriend is a “head shrink” Stan’s gonna let Bruce crash upstairs And borrow the pizza delivery outfit Hey Lou Ferrigno Who he bribes with pizza Jesus. That man’s arms are gigantic He knows her username and password Project Name: Gamma Pulse, B* Banner Why does that school computer have an encrypted chat program? He talks to Mr. Blue He has to keep moving Betty are you really going to make that old man make you dinner? How rude Her top is awful But she see’s Bruce and goes looking for him He’s behind a dumpster Like a true Avenger But she tracks him down in the rain, on a bridge, like a cliché And they hug And she still loves him She hid the data on a usb in an antique silver box She’s not speaking to her dad Ross wants to dissect Bruce To weaponize the Hulk Cryosink I don’t think that man has permission to be doing that The serum is blue. But not them same vivid blue as Erskine’s. it’s dull. Watered down. Bruce has to leave in the morning Blonsky’s not even that fit. They’re gonna give him a low dose. Two infusions one into the deep muscle and one into the bone marrow And they do it in a dim lab What university is that really? It’s beautiful She untucks his shirt. Cause she loves this useless nerd And the military has them He runs and tells her to leave So she doesn’t Blonsky is now part gazelle. It’s a good effect Bruce swallows a whole ass usb drive Betty throws herself in front of a tank and demands to speak with her father They lock Bruce in a glass overpass and shoot knock out gas at him. Cause they have no idea what they are dealing with. Betty tries to go to him and elbows a soldier in the face before getting tackled. Cause she is a badass That guys dead Ross thinks Betty will turn on Bruce when she sees the Hulk This lawn fight is good looking The cgi is a little dated but not bad And there’s kids with cell phones filming it Why would RPG’s work? Or a pistol Oh He’s just bait Why can we see sound? And yet Betty is still afraid for Bruce The Hulk is kinda dumb and I like it Don’t antagonize the unstoppable force, Blonsky Oh, Betty’s boyfriend is nice And he’s trying to help Calling him Bruce. Going to him Being soft Ross thinks she got exploded And of course it starts raining Boyfriend sees that Bruce was trying to save her and that Ross is a liar He calls him on his bullshit and feels bad for turning them in Betty has the correct response to waking to a Hulk in your face Which is to scream and hit it But she recognizes him And then we watch him get struck by lighting and not even flinch He throws a rock at the sky and tries to protect her from the storm Her “Watch your head” is too sweet I fully get why they picked Liv for this. She has that soft voice and kindness Blonsky’s bones are powdered but his heart wont quit He is bright red And awake God that must suck Bruce looking sun burnt and like shit And the shower head gives him a flashback to gunfire and he collapses Those purple pants WHiH news And one of their students calls him a huge, Hulk Betty’s cutting his hair They’re cute It’s good that she tried to move on God he must be so sexually frustrated It’s been like six years since he could do anything remotely sexual Blonsky is fully healed after what? Two days? Three max Betty is sassy and I love her She has forty bucks And she’s willing to pawn her mother’s necklace He’s been on the run for five years Mr. Blue is at Grayburn College Hey look, SHIELD’s helping them track the emails Dr. Samuel Sterns They buy a shitty pickup They volunteered for induced hallucinations while they were at Harvard He only remembers fragments She thinks its still him He doesn’t want to control it he wants to get rid of it Blonsky’s got abs now. And they are gonna give him more serum They’ve got road blocks going into New York. So they pay a guy to take them in a little boat. You’d have been better off in the subway Betty’s not meek, she’s just reserved Sterns and Bruce look related. Is that intentional? The cure could just as easily kill him And Sterns doesn’t really care about the danger Blonsky’s looking very sweaty. And kinda melty. “How are you feeling man?” “Like a monster.” The machinery seems sketchy and old. They’re using dialysis to mix the antidote with his blood. And an electro shock to induce. It’s super gross watching him half transform The cgi is not so great She hopes up on him and tries to anchor him long enough for the antidote to be administered Sterns is very excited The Gamma Pulse came from the amygdule They don’t know which is more toxic the gamma or his blood Sterns cloned his blood. There’s hundreds of bags He thinks they can make humans impervious to disease Bruce wants to destroy it all. Sterns doesn’t understand The military wants to make it a weapon No he is not being a little paranoid he is being the right amount of paranoid Betty gets thrown into a glass case and cuts her hand (if they wanted a way to make her Red She Hulk there it is) ”If you took it from me I’m gonna put you into a hole for the rest of your life.” Ross made Bruce a fugitive to save his career and cover his ass Betty disowns her father Sterns says Bruce was a freak accident the goal is to do it better Blonsky wants Sterns to make him like Banner “I didn’t say I was unwilling. I just need informed consent.” Why are these two so cute? They just pump Blonsky full of the cloned blood And then some of the blood drips into a cut on Sterns head and his skull goes all bubbly Have these soldiers learned nothing this week? You can’t shoot these things 121st street headed north on Broadway They’re by the Apollo God is the cgi on the Abomination bad It looks okay from a distance and while moving fast Bruce wants to try and aim the Hulk. He has to try Betty is worried he’s about to fall to his death But he feels responsible That kiss is sweet His “oh shit” The Hulk looks good there The abomination does not. Is it the bones? I like the car boxing gloves And Ross gives permission to open fire on a residential building How many people in Harlem died that night because of him? The fire light is where the cgi starts looking real janky He makes the Hulk bleed so there could be people in Harlem who got contaminated Why did Betty stay in the helicopter when it was clearly getting ready to explode? Any last words ”Hulk smash!” Why can The Abomination talk coherently? Is he more Blonsky than a separate personality Betty, why did you stop him from killing the big scary uncontainable horror show? Why is that woman and her child standing five feet from a monster battle? Betty cries and tells him it’s okay He wipes away her tear and says her name And then runs when the helicopter puts a spotlight on him The Hulk parkour is cool looking Betty’s still in New York and has been staring at that photo on the digital camera Bella Coola – British Columbia Bruce is jogging He’s using David B. as an alias He got the necklace back and is sending it to her Days Without Incident 31 Days Without Incident 0 Post credits is that whiskey green? Enter Tony Stark “That super soldier program was put on ice for a reason.” “I hear you have an unusual problem.” “You should talk .” “You should listen. What if I told you we were putting a team together.” “Who’s we?”

#The Incredible Hulk #TIH #notes #marvel rewatch #mcu #tlap

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Chapter 10: Dynami part 1

"HUMAN WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU RUNNING TO?! UNDYNE IS IN WATERFALL!"

He stopped for just a moment to respond. "Just come with me a minute, I can get us there way faster!" He said, ignoring being called 'human' for the hundredth time.

"DO YOU PROMISE?!"

"Papyrus I promise you, this will get us there faster than our legs can carry us!" He replied. "Please, trust me!"

With a nod, Papyrus followed him back into Snowdin.

After a few moments of running, he suddenly stopped, looking around in the blizzard that suddenly appeared. It didn't even take the two long to become separated from each other, which worried him given the circumstances he woke up to. "Paps?" He called. "Papyrus answer me!"

"HUMAN? IS THAT YOU?" Papyrus said, finding someone else in the storm. "WAIT. YOU'RE NOT THE HUMAN I KNOW, ARE YOU OK?" He continued. He couldn't see the malicious intent in their eyes, the dust on their clothes, or even the fresh blood on their knife they held in their hand. "WELL, YOUR SILENCE OBVIOUSLY MEANS YOU NEED HELP! YOU MUST BE VERY COLD!"

"Paps?" He could just barely make out the skeleton, he was apparently talking to someone...a human?! "Papyrus wait!" He shouted, running towards him. Something was wrong, very wrong. He thought this human might be the exact reason Undyne called the Royal Guard to assemble in Waterfall.

"YOU ARE APPROACHING! I SEE YOU NOW WISH TO HAVE A HUG OF WARMTH!"

"Paps wait!!"

"WELL I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!"

"Papyrus run!"

He didn't make it in time. The human attacked, and walked away, all that was left of Papyrus now was his head and scarf. In shock, and in anger at himself, he knelt down and picked him up, wrapping the scarf around him to protect him.

"CLOAK...I...I REMEMBER YOUR NAME..."

"P-Papyrus! Hang on, I'm gonna get you help!" He said, quickly standing up with him in his arms. "I'm so sorry...if I never suggested a shortcut, you wouldn't..." He trailed off.

"IT'S OK...IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT..." Papyrus started, his head was now slowly fading to dust as he finished. "I STILL...I STILL BELIEVE IN YOU...SO IT'S OK..." And with that, he was gone.

But the worst part happened just after, Cloak couldn't remember him. He couldn't remember why he was crying, what just happened, or who Papyrus was anymore. It was like his death erased his existence in the young monster's mind.

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What?! Why the hell wasn't Papyrus guarding it like he was supposed to?!

W-who is that...?

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"Undyne! Captain Undyne!" A royal guard member ran through Waterfall to find her, calling her name. "Captain Undyne?!"

She jumped down from the top of a nearby waterfall, landing in front of him. "What's going on?!" She said, sounding irritated.

"We...we lost all contact with S-Snowdin. The entire town it's...it's completely destroyed it seems..."

"What?! Why the hell wasn't Papyrus guarding it like he was supposed to?!" She yelled angrily.

"W-who is that...?" The guard responded. He was actually being honest, and seeing this actually stunned Undyne.

But that quickly faded when she saw the human behind him, and pulled him out if the way of their attack, taking a big hit herself in his place. "Go! Evacuate every remaining monster in the Underground! Do it!" She ordered, blocking her injury from his view until he ran and did as she told him to.

Standing up, she smirked. "You think one hit is gonna kill me? THINK AGAIN!" She yelled, launching a volley of spears at the human. They blocked them, not surprising. "Now no one can remember Papyrus?! What did you DO to him?!"

The human smiled, raising their knife. The blood was fresh, almost like....

With a fierce battle cry, Undyne used every ounce of determination in her body to become more powerful, powerful enough to avenge him. Powerful enough that their attacks wouldn't hurt.

Cloak ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He knew exactly who they were after now, especially with everyone evacuating, and he wouldn't let her die. He couldn't.

He apparently made it to witness their fight. She really took it.. He thought, he never expected Undyne to inject herself with Determination. It was risky all to hell, but seeing this, seeing her winning, it was worth it then.

"YOU'RE DONE, PUNK!" Was her final cry at the end of the long battle, at least it seemed that way to her. The human was weak, she'd easily be able to kill them.

But what happened instead, no one expected. As Undyne was preparing to finish them off, black bones suddenly impaled her, and they came directly from what they thought was a human.

"NO!" Cloak screamed, summoning one of her spears and launching it at the human, getting them to move away from her and stepping in front of her to protect her. He was prepared to continue the fight, but the...thing, whatever the hell it was, it took off through a strange, void-like portal.

He didn't even hesitate, he knelt down and quickly lifted her up in his arms, taking off towards Hotlands and the Core. She was melting, it was the side effect of Determination and he knew it, he was too stubborn to accept it.

"Cloak. Put me down." She ordered, surprisingly in a softer tone.

He debated arguing, but the look in her eyes told him not to. "I...I don't want to..." He admitted, but it wasn't admitting he didn't want to listen. He didn't want to lose her.

"Go find that thing, kill it for me."

"I can't...I won't! Not without you there!" He started to protest. "Just let me get you help...!" His normal composure, how he was always cool, calm, and collected, was finally breaking. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes. "I...Undyne I can't leave you..."

"You can, and you have to." She said sternly. "That thing is after everyone...and you're the only one who can follow it and stop it." She continued, placing her wedding ring in his hand. "Make things right, bring everyone back their hopes and dreams..."

With those last words, she faded into dust in his arms.

He didn't know how long he stayed there like that, crying silently and holding her ring. It honestly was the first time he'd broken down since the experiments. But after a while, hearing someone scream for help, something inside snapped.

He stood up, putting up his hood so his face was barely visible, gently placing her ring in his pocket. He closed his eyes and used a shortcut to Alphys' lab, it seemed he'd gotten there in time. The human thing was just about to attack her.

(All artwork belongs to their original creators!) [Continued]

#undertale #undyne #alphys #asgore #asriel #frisk #mettaton #papyrus #toriel #sans #fanfiction #chara #cloak #dimensions