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snow-and-saltea · 2 years ago

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I posted 8,493 times in 2022

That's 5,858 more posts than 2021! (this is not an improvement!! but its okay!)

25 posts created (0%)

i dont even make original posts bc i am too opinionated and i cant be bothered to say it to people i dont already talk to it about (aka not gonna talk about it to ppl i dont care about sorry FJSKFJS)

8,468 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@paleasamoon (🤠🐢!!!!)

@fflewddurfflam7 (🦊🐢!!!!)

@thecookiemonster77 (🍪🐢!!!)

@a-shout-to-the-void

@obert-scobert

I tagged 3,811 of my posts in 2022

#hey cookie - 598 posts (HI COOKIE 💛💛💛💛💛🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢💛💛💛🐢🐢🐢🐢 certified cookieposting on main!!!!!!!!! tagging each other in cats and poetry, so true)

#vid - 388 posts

#cats are valid - 354 posts (real... im kinda embarrassed w my cat tag and i wanna change it to smth else but the archival consequences.... the horrors....)

#arts and smarts - 325 posts (fucken love art babey!!!!!!)

#fave - 157 posts

#vyn richter - 138 posts (cant believe i vynpost so much.... need 2 fix that next year)

#tex - 126 posts (HI TEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT W MY RAMBLING IN THE TAGS ASS JFAKSLJFAKSGJKLASG)

#genshin impact - 117 posts

#i create as i speak - 116 posts

#*bookmark - 106 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#im happy he made it and that everyone was cheering for him and one of them was ready to help him out dghjgjhjhk that's so cute 🤧🤧🤧🤧

from this vid i rb'd!!! it didn't keep the caps though!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

went a little insane while showering today thinking of miss medea and psyche from hit webtoon series your throne

8 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

for the chara ask.. rosa 👀? and i also cannot resist putting marius in here too

rosa, tot:

literally where do i even start. i love her so much that she's legit like, one of my fave fictional female charas!!! i love how sensible and logical she is, and how kind and sensitive she is too. those two sounds like opposites of each other but she balances having both traits so well. i just think she is such a great otome protagonist and if any company wants to try and write a good "self insertable" protag who is both convincing and cute they should look to her. loml 🧎

marius von hagen

he's a funny funky guy!!! he's my blorbo in law cus both you and angel (my other friend) like him. so i kind of get appreciation through osmosis. tbh i dont have a lot to say about him bc i think his character as a standalone is simple, but when he's in a group setting? i think that shines the most. i actually talked w angel a bit about this but we were discussing how vyn is afraid of losing rosa emotionally while marius is afraid of losing rosa physically. i read his personal card where he gets a panic attack after rosa gets kidnapped and that ending was literally..... the most poetic shit i've ever read. LIKE. his personal story and card just super appeals to the poet / artist in me bc the twist in words, the symbolism, the rose and the snake that takes turns to guard each other.... im screaming and wailing and throwing up. vyn could NEVER tbh, he's very deliberate and his acts of affection still has an underlying feeling of wanting to impress rosa at all times and to show his heart to her, but w marirosa it literally feels like they're romantic soulmates bc of the writing. does that make sense? like it feels so organic and romantic in a way vyn's measured actions and words can't replicate. i went feral at this part

9 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

for the character asks vyn diluc lumine and kaeya!!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE thank you for giving me the chance to talk about my blorbos!!!

vyn richter:

yeah i bolded the who? one don't worry about it!! /j anyways yeah i Like this man a normal amount its not like ive written sm threads on him already yeah. i'm completely normal

except i'm NOT

i started out thinking my fave would be artem cus vyn seemed too pretentious for me at first and i still have trauma from the last time i liked a white haired and golden eyed guy in otome cus that bitch disappointed me so much i literally can't even look at him without going >:T

he's such a cool character to me, i love how contradictory he is while being completely consistent characterization wise. by contradictory i don't mean that he doesn't say what he mean or doesn't mean what he says, but the way he views himself vs how he views rosa vs how he views other people (derogatory) is quite ironic. i love how he loves rosa because she's beautiful both inside and out, in the sense that she is straight laced, honest and not mired with existential or moral complexities that stop her from being kind, realistic and faithful to her values. (in fact, when facing those moral complexities, her true character shines more because of the way she isn't stagnated by indecision or analysis-paralysis. but that's another talk for another day i could literally go on and on about her)

i like it a lot because he's both a bit of rosa in him and a bit of the cynical jadedness he dislikes in other people. as a doctor, he wants to cure his patients, and he secretly harbours some hope, at the back of his mind, that people are better than he thinks they are, that when presented the opportunity for change and growth they'll choose it— which is why i think he "tests'" rosa in his stories so much. cus he wants to see a diff outcome come from her!! to him, i feel like there's a bit of him idealism projected onto her, smth like saying: "i tried and failed, but i want to see how you do it, and what new thing you'll show me with your way of doing things." in ideals and visions, he relates to rosa.

however, in many ssr stories, and even one sr (the iconic false tears story) he shows the pettiest and most spiteful parts of himself that he's tried to keep hidden from rosa, where he indulges his egocentric beliefs that makes him feel like the things he's doing are justified, as long as the end goal is a positive net of "justice" in the world. he also sometimes shows how incredibly judgemental and harsh he can be, because he always thinks he knows better and is more objective / morally superior than other people he dislikes. in practice and methodology, he relates to the people he dislikes. it's like a mirror that shows the ugliest parts of himself. if he dislikes them like any other normal person would dislike an asshole and then move on with their life, why would that be such a big psychological trigger for him? it clearly means more to him than he tries to hide, so he tries to make a clear line separating his own "cruelty" and other people's "cruelty" and how he's better than them cus he had the right intentions in mind.

(that's not how it works btw babygirl. but issokay ur kinda fucked up i'd like to put u under a microscope)

i like how he slowly comes to realise that contradiction, too. not verbally said, but i interpret his recent growth in stories as someone who knows he's "ugly" inside and filled contempt for everyone—although sometimes he dresses his actions in a more gentlemanly or "fair" so that it's still TECHNICALLY the right thing to do even if the way he did it was unethical. at first their relationship progression was "i want her to see the most impressive parts of me" > "i want her to rely on and be influenced by me" > "i want her to know my feelings but only the ones that are peer reviewed to be palatable" > "i want her to see me for who i am and accept me, even if i can't accept the entire truth of myself". and i think that fuckign ROCKS

concluding statement: if the road to hell was paved with good intentions vyn is building a freeway. but rosa is changing his lanes!!! she changed my lanes too if u know what i mean wink wink nudge nudge

anyways yeah im mentally sound and in perfect health about vynrosa why do you ask

diluc ragnvindr:

i like him!!! iirc he was my second 5* after jean? and then i used him as a dps for a while! i wish they gave him fluffier or longer hair. i think in game diluc doesn't really do enough justice to his characterization or lore bc i feel like he looks a bit "bland" in story execution compared to the other charas. oh well, virtues and vices of being an early game chara! i like him best when he's in big brother mode and i cannot thank fanartists enough who portray him being a good big bro to the kids like klee, diona, bennett, fischl and razor. i love it!!!

lumine:

she's so goddamn FUNNY and cute?????? i like the progression of her character and her growing into her own personality in the recent quests, i think they wrote it really well. have you listened to her voice lines where she talks w paimon? they show sm of her personality and she's just so... witty and dry and sarcastic but her voice is so soft that it makes u double-back and go, "sorry, run that by me again?" i love her sm. although, i don't really interact w the fandom a lot because they're very noisy in hating her for some reason. and it gets tiring to hear TwT i get my lumine food from anng rt'ing stuff on twt or on tumblr! consuming fandom the exact way it was intended: i only see what my friends will share w me!!!

kaeya alberich:

another case of sadly being an early game chara so his execution was a bit sloppy TwT his lore is so funkin cool and his personal story and how he got his vision was, imo, the coolest and most emotionally impactful out of everyone else? ofc he and shenhe shares similar patterns in their history and how they were treated, but i think it hits harder for me bc like. GOD. overridden by guilt for the death of diluc's dad, he confronts him and tells him the truth of who he is. and at the emotional height of his life where diluc turns to fight him, he's given a vision if only to protect himself and his heart so that he can still go on and fulfill whatever "destiny" his dad had marked out for him, if he chooses that as his right.

i still think its meaningful bc even in game diluc never shows any signs that he genuinely, truthfully, dislikes kaeya. so while they still have this unspoken history between them that neither of them seem willing to talk about, there's a nostalgic and sad feeling of people who drifted apart brushing by each other time and again, and silently forgiving the other but not making it known at all. i can't find it rn but there's sm diluc and kaeya comics where its all about sibling hurt / comfort and reconciliation and making it known that they care about each other verbally, instead of accepting it as is in actions, bc they're hesitant to break the ice. GOD

14 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

saw this post and immediately my purpose in life for the next 37 minutes was crystal clear to me

couldn't have done this without my fellow vyn and marius dunker, @00uroboros

23 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

fuckign losing it rn

38 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

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Yee Haw! thats it babey!!!

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #yuu rambles #wahahahaha!!! i dont know how to make this less annoying other than a cut sorry

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10-days-of-freakin-olives · 9 months ago

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I feel like people on tumblr have forgotten a lot of etiquette in the years since I've been any kind of active here - particularly fandom tumblr. Like. There is an etiquette to interacting with people online, we all know that, right?

And like. I'm neurodivergent, so I don't really do "etiquette" very well in unscripted situations, but there were kinda clear guidelines (most) people used to follow that seem to be kinda lacking these days?

It's not that it's bad, things are just very different here these days, and I'm kinda getting almost a culture-shock feeling from it. This is like when I came back from Greece and felt weird about flushing my toilet paper for a while.

I'm scraping the inside of my skull for the things I remember from almost a decade ago, let's see:

Sometimes your thoughts are best kept to the tags. This was more relevant back before tumblr started showing us how someone tagged a post they reblogged from us whether we want to see it or not.

Actively reblog things if they catch your interest - that helps it catch other people's interest as well.

Not every conversation needs your input (this is the one I struggle with the most tbh). Sometimes it is okay to just keep scrolling. This goes double for conversations you already know you're primed to turn into a fight.

If you screenshot something you know is controversial or will start a dogpile, redact the username(s).

Do not insist on making everything about your fandom - not everyone comes here for that and it's a good way to make the whole fandom look incredibly annoying.

Make sure the art you reblog is attributed properly - reblog from the original artist if you can.

Uhhh...

Don't tag your hate.

Don't post flashing gifs.

Do not put autoplaying music on your blog under any circumstances. Ever. (Is that even a thing anymore?)

Don't text post in huge blocks or all-caps if you can help it. Like. It's okay to leave some room for the Holy Ghost between thoughts.

Idk. These are just things I remember from Ye Olde Tumbeler Dayes. Are they still relevant? I have no idea.

Important: I am not telling anyone how to tumbl here - this isn't a "things seem different and I'm mad" post, just a "things seem different and I'm still adjusting" post.

#olivesoriginals #im not good at social etiquette i need rules #or i will make a mess of everything

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14dayswithyou · 2 years ago

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▋F.A.Q/SIMILAR ASKS !

✦゜ANSWERED: Not me dumping all of the questions I get asked on a (somewhat) daily basis here... Please let me know if any of the links don't work or if they redirect to the wrong thing!!

By pressing 'keep reading' you confirm that you are 18 or older.

Anonymous asked: When's Ren's birthday? He usually do something in that date?

February 14th!! Answered previously here.

Anonymous asked: Oh but what if he goes through the phone and it's pictures of him outside the persona 👀 -another anon ☆

He'd react very similarly to this scenario! Ren won't outwardly say anything unless he was 100% certain that you would like his real persona as well.

@n3r0-1417 asked: renren finding out that y/n likes [redacted] alot more then ren himself?

Same answer as above, but also similar to this question.

Anonymous asked: How would Ren feel after finding out Y/Ns type is actually his original form? Like he when through all of the trouble of transforming into the “ideal” type, just to find out he would have had a easier time just being himself.

Same answer as above (part 2 electric boogaloo)

@jellyfishdotorg asked: does [REDACTED] top?? cause uhhh god i need him to DESTROY me

Yes, he do be topping ^^ Answered previously here, here, and here.

Anonymous asked: Does Ren want to wear cute couple clothes with me?🥺

He would! Very similar to this ask and this question on curiouscat (it's also the origin story of "renren" lmao).

Anonymous asked: I reallt love Ren tbh, he's such a cutie pie. Also I love plushies so how would Ren react to a partner who's room/bed is full of plushies? For me they always gave me a sense of comfort but some people who visited felt alward or creeped out by those many beady eyes watching them^^" -🐉

He wouldn't mind at all! Answered something similar here on curiouscat!

Anonymous asked: ren’s sister is… tall? oh my… would he be okay with just being friends as i romance his sister? t-tall women are hot…. hehe

Tall women.... my weakness..... Also answered something similar here.

Anonymous asked: how would ren react to his angel being a lesbian? Like if he found out by stalking you or you had stayed closeted but told him when you got close enough to him

Somewhat similar to this question; he'd still want to be your number one priority (minus the romantic feelings), but would still actively sabotage any relationships you might form with others ^^;

Anonymous asked: Would Redacted be fine with aro allo MC who enjoys sex only and doesn't want any romantic relationships, dates, marriage etc? :""D But especially what about like... besties with benefits?😂 i want to know

Similar to the ask above!

Anonymous asked: What if MC is Oriented Aroace or Aroace like he needs to be only MC's friend nothing more would be Ren alright with it?

Similar to the ask above! (again fkasfsa) Also this question and this question on curiouscat.

Anonymous asked: Is Ren good at claw games??

Yes! I answered something similar here on my curiouscat (Specifically mentioned in the attached art)

Anonymous asked: What if MC fell in love with Ren and was totally submissive to him?? (me here 🙋🏻)

Already answered a similar question about a submissive MC here on my curiouscat ^^

Anonymous asked: Poor Renren I block my webcam on my laptop 😂😂

Answered something similar here!

Anonymous asked: How would Ren respond if y/n put two and two together and figured out he was the killer but instead of freaking out they were apathetic about it like, "I don't really care as long as you don't get caught." Extra points if they're a true crime buff and suggests smart ways to get rid of evidence and such.

Very similar to this ask, as well as the fic someone wrote for it! Just check the reblog section.

Anonymous asked: (link) ren hacking in our bank account in case we need money... he is basically being our secret sugar daddy…

Already answered a similar sugar daddy ask here!

Anonymous asked: How would Ren/Redacted react to an MC who constantly struggles with money and having food in the house??

Like the sugar daddy ask, he'd regularly deposit money into your bank account and anonymously order your favourite takeout to your apartment whenever you need it. If you ever get suspicious, he'd blame it on Violet (or your landlord)

Anonymous asked: I wanted so badly to give Ren a hug and tell him he doesn't have to pretend to be someone he's not to please me 💕

He would love you forever ^^ Also answered something similar here on curiouscat!

Anonymous asked: wait how many piercings does ren have and where are they? 👀👀

Already answered here! Also involves his tattoos (though the information is kind of outdated since I'm not really vibing with the sleeve tattoo anymore ^^; It's too similar to Teo's and they already have other visual similarities)

Anonymous asked: What would Ren do if MC doesn't like dating someone younger than them?

Answered something similar here and here.

Anonymous asked: pov ren's angel asks him to pierce their nips

Already answered a similar question to that here!

Anonymous asked: not to be a downer but i doubt someone like Ren(more so REDACTED) would be into me😬..

Answered something similar here (and yes, he would be into you nonnie!! I can guarantee it! ^^)

Anonymous asked: What happens if MC got pregnant by ren?

Answered something similar here.

#I get a lot of these asks; usually worded differently or involves very similar content #so I'm just gonna slap all of the most reoccurring ones here to avoid spamming the dash ^^#🐉 anon #☆ anon #queued post #masterlist #FAQ

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proudfreakmetarusonikku · 2 years ago

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fuck it proper intro time.

who are you and why should we care?

my names metaru, or Jamie/rea/defo/def/Dionne/tommy/clem/clement any of those is ok, and i use they/it pronouns! i’m a horror author and artist, primarily of fan work. currently i’m super into the dsmp, but i have a shitton of special interests that cycle, which does include the dsmp but also pokemon, sonic, homestuck, undertale, sims, gravity falls, the owl house, and probably more i’m forgetting. follow me if you like deranged horror AUs, fics, and art pieces centring around dysfunctional relationships (usually familial). i am also kin of protegeinnit /srs

do you have any other social media?

i don’t like social media very much but I do have an ao3 account, if that counts. i have a discord but i only use it to talk to my friends on our own private server tbh.

is x post ok to reblog?

yes anything here is okay to reblog.

can i dm you/send you an ask?

yes about anything unless it’s harassing someone who isn’t me. you are all besties to me.

why do you take so long to write/make art sometimes?

i have really bad chronic pain which knocks me out sometime. it sucks as much for me to not be able to create as it does for you to not be able to get creations.

do you have a dni?

no, i’ll just block you. as long as you aren’t a bigot and don’t harass my followers you’ll probably be fine.

can i tag you in things?

i’d love that please do.

do you really have several dozen c!primeboys AUs?

yes. i cannot stop thinking them up, ask me about them sometime.

what’s your opinion on *x discourse topic*?

my opinion is that discourse on tumblr is a toxic unnuanced mess that causes even unambiguously correct sides to be harmful and therefore i’m not getting involved. i used to post so much discourse as a teen and it was fucking stupid and actually put me in danger a few times. in general tho, i generally don’t see a point in giving a shit unless ppl are hurting others and if someone is only hurting others by accident they need to be treated with kindness too.

what the fuck is up with your username?

i’m physically and mentally disabled and think that’s pretty pog hence the proud freak part and metal sonic is my favourite sonic character hence the metaru sonniku part.

also important message that the way i write c!primeboys is based in part off my own family and if anyone is weird about it fuck off thats not only breaking tommy and dreams boundaries but my own.

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haleigh-sloth · 3 years ago

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Okay. I wasn’t gonna bite and feed into this ridiculous behavior but clearly you’re missing my point.

And I deleted my previous response because it was pretty bitchy and I feel it was overkill, but I don’t feel that what I’m about to say is gonna be any better tbh.

You sound really immature first off. Your expectations of me, someone you don’t know, are a bit outlandish, and you’re just assuming that I have the same relationship with the internet that you do. I don’t btw, and I can tell just based off this interaction.

Listen, I know you think you’re being reasonable—but you’re not.

You are asking and expecting that I:

Background check every internet person I either directly or indirectly interact with, on here, and on other platforms??? Many of which I do NOT use

Just take your word for it without any visual evidence for me to go off of—which I won’t do because I’ve had untrue things said about ME to other mutuals on here, and I’m glad they took it with a grain of salt

OR alternatively if you were to give me a Twitter handle—you’re expecting me to go put in the work myself and do the investigating

But I have a better idea: why don’t YOU compile these concerns and show me privately? To avoid this whole mess?

Also—don’t twist things. “You wouldn’t believe this and that because its Twitter”. That isn’t what I said. I said—I do not use Twitter, so why would I know? WHY WOULD I KNOW? Please tell me. I never said I don’t believe it—but again you will not convince me by just sending an anonymous message. You have to do better than that. Show me this person is fully knowledgeable of the accounts they’re endorsing—show me the horrible things people are doing before expecting me to engage in cancel culture.

Let me tell you what really pissed me off about your first message:

You’re asking as if I’m supposed to know already. THAT is fucking ridiculous and that is what really spurred me into insufferable bitch mode.

I’m gonna ask you one more time: Do you really expect everyone online to thoroughly stalk and investigate every account they interact with?

I can tell you right now if I were to go through the tags for a fandom, I might come across a gorgeous piece of art and reblog it, not knowing that the particular account is associated with all kinds of weird shit. It could happen. It does happen. It HAS happened.

No, I’m not responsible for background checking every account that I think has decent posts. And you deeming my level of righteousness based off of whether or not I do that is laughable.

No, just because I reblog or someone reblogs from me does it mean that I’m super chill with everything they do online. But I’m gonna reiterate—I don’t know what everybody on here does. Of the people I follow on this website, I personally know 5 of them in real life, and a couple I’ve spoken to enough privately to get to know them enough to consider friends. The rest are all literal strangers.

I’m not telling you I like those things being accused, I’m not telling you I don’t straight up believe you and will ignore the issue if there is one, but you have failed to do your part.

You are not helping anything by sending anonymous messages. You think you are, but you’re not. Maybe take it up with that person themselves. That’s the mature thing to do. And more effective. Not coming to me about it.

I’m gonna tell you this one more time: I go off of what I see on tumblr. If someone is a freak outside of this website, I won’t ever know. And you thinking that I’m responsible for being in the know of that is absurd.

I know it may not seem like it, because I never shut up on here, but I DO have other things to do besides background check and stalk people online. I do have some semblance of a life, actually. I work two emotionally taxing and exhausting jobs, I have two dogs to take care of, I have my personal time spent offline, I have family and friends to talk to on a personal level.

When I get on here, I post, read, reblog, like, whatever. I don’t investigate other people. So my advice to you is if this is an issue that you personally have come across, go about it the right way. Please. Don’t just assume you’re credible behind anon. And maybe, idk, call that person out? Directly? Get their side first?

Idk. I used to be an investigator for the state and we kinda had to get all sorts of information before coming to a disposition on whether or not something happened. So yeah no, I don’t just take everything I’m told at face value. Forgive me for not doing that as I would really hope other people would show me the same respect before trying to cancel me for accusations.

Have a nice day.

#netiquette #negative #anonymous

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franeridart · 4 years ago

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Anon said: Okay so scrolling through ur jjk makes me even sadder actually. Amazing art tho dont get me wrong ive been here since u were into haikyuu but god this is just adding salt to the wounds. At least its pretty salt with emotional value and stuff

HAH it’s okay I get where you’re coming from lmao personally I find it healing for me specifically to spend a few straight hours in a universe where they’re all happy and okay, but I can see why for some people looking at the could-have-been’s might make it more obvious of how bad things are in canon actually rip

Anon said:Hey bestie its me. I did catch up to the manga. Wtf im in so much pain. But when i recover i apologise for the spam reblogging. Anyways damn. Damn. Just. The manga really hit me

So glad to hear it got to you too 🙏 sorry for the pain, but, I mean, it’s good pain isn’t it! at least there’s that haha

Anon said:your drawings of gojo being clingy to suguru is so cute! ahhh now im thinking about how infinity must makes gojo touch starved so everytime after mission when he knows he's not in danger anymore he always clings to suguru and never let go like an overgrown koala😭❤

Anon the thought of Satoru keeping his infinity off for Suguru and Shoko exclusively and of Suguru being still an exception even after everything till the very end keeps me up at night it’s my favorite headcanon I !!!! love just how deliberate on Satoru’s part every received touch is, it makes the fact that he’s willing to be touched by them so much more significant 😭😭

Anon said: What are your thoughts on Wakunan, if you still in Haikyuu? My favorite member is Matsushima.

I AM in fact still into haikyuu, but anon I’m so sorry I straight up had to google who these guys are I totally forgot they even existed ??? I feel so bad oh my god 😂 I’d say it’s fair to guess my thoughts on them are non-existent m( ,_, )m sorr

Anon said: Wanted to come by and say I love how you do faces and expressions and mapping in your comics. U are super talented and I love your art style, I hope the universe brings you something nice bc your work always brightens my day when it comes across my dash

ANONNNNNNNN the nice thing the universe brought me was your ask!!!! this kind of stuff is so rewarding to hear thank you so much!!!!! <3<3

Anon said: hiii have you added any jjk prints to your redbubble yet?

Not yet! Still trying to figure out if there’s anything worthy of being uploaded on there, since 99% of it was made on procreate and I’m still figuring it out... I’ll see what I can do! Thank you for being interested!!!!

Anon said: It’s been a while since you’ve drawn BNHA! I kinda miss it tbh... but I bow down to your godlike art n( ._.)n Also s5 is out tomorrow and I’m so hyped!!!

Anon said: hi! no pressure, i love your jjk art its so incredible, but do you have any bnha art in the works or have you mostly left it for jujutsu kaisen? either way theyre amazing shows, just asking!

Anon said: Do you still do BNHA fanarts or has your focus shifted over to jjk totally?

It has been a while, hasn’t it! I don’t currently have anything in the work but there’s a couple things I’ve been keeping on the backburner of my brain as a reminder that I want to draw them as soon as the mood strikes - it won’t be krbk tho! Just putting it out there. I can’t say whether I’ll ever draw that again as of now, ngl, I’d need hori to backtrack on what he did with them a lot to feel inspired for them again, sadly 🙏

Anon said: as someone who doesnt read the jjk manga and only watches the anime i am very confused by everything on this blog but were gonna ignore that cuz art pretty

Oh my god it’s just a ton of spoilers for you isn’t it 😂 I’m glad you still stick around despite all of it being meaningless to you, tho!! Thank you so much!!! <3<3

Anon said: I love your drawing so much, it's inspired me to draw more and refine my own art style!! I've got a request tho... how bout kiribaku childhood friends au?? Ik you've already drawn some but they would be so cuuute as children

SUPER GLAD to hear my stuff could make you feel like drawing more!!! That’s always a wonderful, amazing thing to hear!!!! But as I said for now I don’t have any plans of drawing krbk for a while, so sorry! ;; hope you’ll understand 🙏

Anon said: Bruh your reincarnation au, for a good while my brain didnt comprehend that satoru had his glasses hanging of his hoodie but instead interpreted it as one of those school girl tie things. Bruh i thought he was wearing a schoolgirl uniform my mind was goin wild with it

I need you to know that I’ve been thinking about this ask since I got it. It’s been stuck in my brain. It’s just been constantly there. He’d rock it, btw

#fran answers #chatters!!!#on a side note i really need to draw myself a new answers art don't i................#HM

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Countermeasures || 3

Anomaly

Fives x ofc!reader

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chapter summary: Agreeing to help Fives proves to be both good and bad.

warnings: canon character death, a sprinkle of fluff (Fives can be soft but we all know he’s quite the opposite in the right contexts 😉), a dash of sexual tension, a dollop of groping, tons of inappropriate thoughts - lordy lord get some cold water splashed on them

note: I broke away from including Fives’ POV in this chapter. It may come back in the future, idk yet. This is the first real series I’ve written and I’m extremely grateful for the pals I’ve met on here who reblog and like my work <3 Tbh I’m having a ton of fun writing this because not only does it give me an excuse to watch the conspiracy arc a bunch of times for the details but I also get to write about Renna and Fives and I love them both and I just want them to fuck already.

***

This was crazy. How did you of all people end up in a situation such as this.

By “this”, you were referring to the strong embrace you were trapped in - the ARC trooper you’re shamefully crushing on being the captor.

No, you definitely were not complaining.

After agreeing to help him, Fives you pulled into his body, his strong arms finding their way around your back holding you steady. Large palms nearly covered the expanse of your back, the heat from his skin burning holes right through your outer layers and into your flesh. Your face was practically smushed into his broad chest, your arms dangling awkwardly at your sides. The weight of Fives’ chin was pressing into your scalp. So many thoughts were swimming in your head as Fives held you as tight as he could without hurting you.

He was... hugging you. To be completely honest, you thought the two of you would fuck - or at least do something along those lines - before he hugged you. It was the energy he possessed that led you to that conclusion, but you were proven wrong.

You didn’t fight it - you knew how much it meant to him. These clones - these soldiers - were covered in plastoid from head to toe all day every day throughout their unfortunately short lives, and you figured they must be at least somewhat touch-starved. The way Fives held you was different than you thought he was capable of. You weren’t naïve; you knew the clones took off their armor at certain points, and hey, you knew that they even would have sex in their short spurts of time off. You read reports on clones who had contracted STD’s from their adventurous endeavors and were sent here to be treated. Even though they were created in a lab for the sole purpose of fighting in this ridiculous war, they were still men.

You wanted to keep up some at least some semblance of professionalism - to not touch Fives back, because quite honestly your body wanted more - but your heart started aching, and your body acted against your brain as your arms returned the embrace.

Fives was thick. The clones as a whole aren’t huge men; they aren’t fed nearly enough - that much you knew - and are relatively slim with a very low percentage of body fat compared to all the muscle they were designed to have. They’re not that much taller than you, either. However, you’ve never held a clone before. Fives’ back was like a bag of ropes; hard, thick, and you felt every single muscle so beautifully poking out of his skin even through the tunic. You allowed your hands to splay out over his back - to really feel him. You were completely lost in this moment, but you heard it - barely noticeable, but you heard it - Fives inhaled quietly through his nose, taking in your hair’s scent. You knew deep down that he didn’t mean for you to notice him smelling your hair, so you didn’t mention it. Butterflies flapped around in your stomach - then the butterflies quickly floated away and that feeling was exchanged with pure lust; the fire in your belly burning hot with desire.

You don’t know how long you held each other, but you needed to break away from him and get back to the matters at hand. You agreed to help him, and that’s what you’ll do. Maybe he’ll be so thankful for your help he’ll “hug” you again later.

“You do you have a plan, right, mister ARC trooper?” Breaking away from his embrace, you tried to shake your mind clear of any thoughts that didn’t include Tup.

“Of course I have a plan!” Fives’ tone suggested he was attempting to play off what had just happened, and it was cute. He walked over to the darkened window and kept his back turned to you. Perhaps he was trying to clear his thoughts as well. You wouldn’t know, but Fives was barely breathing in through his nose so that your scent lingered in his nostrils for as long as possible.

“Care to share?” You called to him, and Fives paused for a few moments before responding.

“Are you able to access all the equipment without the supervision of the long-necks?” He finally turned around, his brows raised. You blinked at him, just a little dumbfounded and slightly offended.

“Yes, Fives. Maker, I know how to work the kriffing equipment. I don’t need a babysitter.” You rolled your eyes then squinted them at him, crossing your arms to your chest with a huff.

“That’s not what I meant,” Fives chuckled as he approached you once again and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I meant, are you going to get in trouble if you’re working alone in there?” His gaze bore into you, making you feel slightly uneasy. Yeah, you knew how to work everything, of course. But this was all new territory for you; working - unauthorized – on a patient who wasn’t yours, performing an atomic brain scan unsupervised, breaking protocol…

“I- I’m not actually sure. I’ve never been explicitly told to not touch anything without them being there? I think it will be okay. It’s just that- that Dr. Nala Se said no to the scan. I don’t think she’ll like that I went behind her back and did it anyway. Although… I want to try everything in my power to save your friend.”

“Right. Then let’s get to it.”

“I’m sorry - let’s? You’re coming too? That doesn’t seem like a good-”

“It’ll be fine,” Fives quickly interjected. His confident tone faded with the next part: “Please. I want to be there - be there for Tup.” There they were again, those puppy dog eyes that get you every time. You doubt Fives even knows he’s doing it, but he had to catch on by now because you basically have never said no to him in the few short days you’ve known him. Your attraction to him made you break over and over again; this time was no different.

“Okay, fine. But you need to stay hidden.”

“I’m ‘Mr. ARC Trooper’, remember? I’ve been trained in the arts of being sneaky.” Wiggling his fingers and brows at you with a cheeky grin, you laughed and punched him in the shoulder. His grin only grew.

“Yeah whatever. Just follow me.”

You were the first to exit Fives’ room, peeking your head just outside the door to get a feel of the surrounding area. No guards in sight at the moment, so now was the perfect time to go.

“Quickly,” you stepped outside the room, motioning with your hand for Fives to follow. It didn’t take long to get next door, of course.

You pressed the controls on the panel and the door whisked opened; you shooed Fives in first. As soon as he entered, two guards came around the corner. You obviously didn’t want to look like you were doing something you weren’t supposed to, so you put on your best smile and nodded to the oncoming troopers. They nodded back and turned at the next corridor that led away from Tup’s room.

You stood there for a moment, just outside the room - thinking. You were obviously crazy, no doubt about that. You were breaking protocol, and basically risking your internship and everything you had worked for up to this point for Fives (and Tup). It was the right thing to do, right? Your insane crush on the ARC trooper aside, you were going through with all of this because it was the right thing to do. It definitely wasn’t right that the Kaminoans wanted to kill Tup off without entertaining more options and trying other procedures. It all seemed very… weird. As doctors, wouldn’t they want to try every possible way to find a solution without skipping over it all and just killing him? Although, why waste more time and resources when the “obvious” solution was to terminate him and find the answers through an autopsy? Maybe you should give it more time – Shaak Ti could be back soon with the Jedi Council’s backing. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out – to turn around and coax Fives back into his room before you were both caught.

The moment was over when Fives’ hand reached out to grab your wrist, unceremoniously pulling you into the room. You nearly tripped as he yanked you inside, a murmured “hey!” subconsciously rolled off your tongue at the rough pull.

“Sorry, Renna.” He shut the door behind you, giving you an apologetic smile. “Did- did I hurt you? Sometimes I forget my own strength... I’m not used to manhandling pretty and delicate things.” Okay, let’s push that comment aside and table it for later on when you’re alone in your quarters.

Fives reached out to examine your wrist but you flapped your hands at him, “Really, I’m okay. Seriously.” You weren’t lying - it didn’t hurt. If you told him the absolute truth, you would tell him how you wished he’d manhandle you in other ways.

“Alright. Let’s get to work.”

Knowing how quickly you had to work for this entire plan to play out smoothly, you immediately made your way over to the controls and started tapping away. You turned your head to check on Fives – to see how he was planning on participating – and he was just frozen in place standing over Tup’s cot. Tup was still unconscious; his chest rising and falling rapidly in his comatose, shut eyelids flickering back and forth.

“Fives, push him over there.” You pointed at the scanner on the other side of the room with your back still turned as you tapped away at the screens, prepping the equipment. With one last tap of the screen, the scanner descended from the ceiling and Fives pushed Tup’s cot into it.

Tup’s chest rose and fell at an alarming rate, compelling you to consider - again - about turning back and aborting this plan altogether.

Fives came around the other side of the scanner where you watched the infrared picture of Tup’s brain from display screen, snapping you out of the thought.

“The scan’s almost complete.”

Fives moved in front of you and leaned closer to the screen, you shuffled to the side to give him to space. Your eyes unglued from the screen for just a moment to watch Fives; he was desperate. The look in his eyes told you that much, and his stance wasn’t as strong and sure as it always seemed to default to.

Your focus made way back to the screen. “Everything… appears to be normal.” Just as you said that the screen starting beeping; a red dot was blinking, pinpointing an anomaly in Tup’s brain.

“W- wait a second.” You softly pushed Fives out of the way and read the results displayed on the screen.

“What? What is it, Ren?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his little nickname for you, but there were more important things currently at hand. You can freak out about the way he says your name like that later.

“It looks like Tup has developed a tumor.” Your fingers started tapping away yet again. You’ve never seen a tumor in clones before. To be fair, you had never worked with clones like this before, but you’ve seen more than enough of their files to know that a tumor wasn’t exactly something that could just appear in a clone.

“A tumor? Is that even possible?”

“I’ve never seen anything like this in clones. Not in any of the files.” You ceased tapping, turning around to face Fives. His hand raked through his hair, a pure look of confusion and worry on his face.

“Then… what is it?”

“I honestly don’t know. I’ll need to do a biopsy to be sure.” With a nod, you offered a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay, Fives. We’ll get this straightened out, and you and Tup will be off this stormy planet and back to your brothers in no time.” You weren’t sure you even believed your words.

“You’re gonna take it out of him?” Before you could answer, Fives whacked the tools all over the ground with one graceless hand movement. Your eyes widened as he bent down to grab at the mess. “Do you, uh, think anyone heard that?”

You raised your brow at him, and with a sarcastic tone, “The probability is high, yes.” You sighed. “You need to hide.”

Smacking his hands away as he continued to pick up the mess, you hissed, “Fives, hide.”

“I think it came from this room.” You both shot up; you ran over and pushed Tup out of the tube and started to power it down at the controls as Fives took cover under Tup’s floating cot. Interesting that an ARC Trooper chose that as a hiding place.

The door whisked opened. Nala Se stood at the entrance, looking around. Her bug-eyes landed right on you, then glanced over to Tup.

“Hello, Doctor.” Your tone was astonishingly calm despite the absolute terror currently running through your system.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She entered through the threshold and made her way over to Tup, assessing his condition with a scowl.

“I was only trying to save the patient,” You informed her, keeping your tone calm and professional. You were ignored, however. Apparently, Fives was not so great at cleaning up his messes, because one leftover syringe sat on the ground right below the Kaminoan’s heels. She reached down to grab it, and your heart started racing. You blurted out, “Doctor, I found something unusual in the scan. It appears to be a tumor… I think you should take a look-”

“You performed a second scan without my authorization?” Nala Se stood upright; the forgotten syringe grasped in her three slender fingers. How did she not see Fives down there? Uh oh… where did he go?

Your heart rate slowed. “Apologies, Doctor. I was only trying to-”

“Perhaps I made the mistake in assuming you’d be ready to work with the clones.” Nala Se turned around to shut off the remaining equipment; machines began powering off as they whirled back in place and Tup’s cot moved back to where it was before you started. One of the larger machines floated away, leaving Fives completely exposed. Ah, so that’s where he went. Your eyes widened as you looked between Fives’ shocked expression and Nala Se, who was still turned around and tapping at the controls. As much as you dreaded pressing further on, you needed to buy Fives enough time to make an escape back to his own room.

“But- but the tumor, Doctor. It seems to be blocking neuro-impulses from communicating with the brain. I think we should scan the rest of the clones to see if this is a problem with their base genetic model or a mutation with the current models.” The machines were all now back in place; you scanned the room with your eyes, hoping to not catch a glimpse of Fives.

“There is no tumor. Your scan is incorrect.” Nala Se departed the control panel, ambling over to the other side of the room. You really hope Fives had fled by now. Might as well keep on pressing, though. It did interest you that the Kaminoan doctor was so avidly trying to disregard what you were saying about a tumor. That was a thread you figured you should follow.

“But-”

“This clone clearly has a virus that remains undetected, but I will find the cause once he’s terminated.” You followed Nala Se until she reached Tup’s cot, her back turned to the exit. “Now leave. I’ll figure out what to do with you later.”

“Yes, Doctor.” You turned on your heels and walked out the already open door. You turned your head to watch Nala Se; she was still standing over Tup, but you were unsure of what she was doing. Something really didn’t seem right with this. You nearly crashed into Fives in the hall as you departed Tup’s room.

“I can’t believe they’re going to kill Tup!” Fives shouted in disbelief after you both had made your way back into his room and shut the door. Fives shoved the empty cot to the other side of the room, clearly frustrated.

“I know. I’m sorry, Fives.” All you could offer was a sincere apology. It didn’t seem like a great idea at present to bring up how you thought the entire ordeal with Nala Se seemed fishy.

“We were not created to be disposed of this way!” He slammed his fists on the cot, an action that seemed to be fueled by rage, but his eyes told a different story.

“Just- just think of it this way… Tup is sacrificing himself so that other clones like him can survive. Isn’t that something you said he’d want?” You went to reach for him - to offer a gentle reassuring touch - but he backed away.

“There aren’t others like him!” His raised voice prompted you to take a few steps back. You weren’t scared of him, but you understood they he may need some space right now. Maybe it would be best if you retreated to your quarters and called it a day. After all, Nala Se basically sealed your fate by undoubtedly reassigning you to the archives. It probably wasn’t appropriate that you been seen in Fives’ room anymore. Your own selfishness kept you there, though.

“I’m sorry, Ren. I don’t mean to take this out on you, I just-” You allowed yourself to take a few steps towards him. “Tup doesn’t have to die - you found a tumor. I’m sure that’s the cause of all this. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“But… how can we proceed? Dr. Nala Se basically reassigned me to the archives. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be here with you anymore. I could get dismissed, sure, but I have no idea what would happen to you.”

“Do the biopsy. I’m sure what you find will prove Tup doesn’t have to die. Your findings would bump you up in the ‘ranks’ I’m sure, and they would have no reason to send you back to filing paperwork.” A beat. “As for me… I’ll be fine.” You both knew that was a lie. You’ve seen what the Kaminoans have done to “defective” clones. It’s all in the files. It’s inhumane. There was no way you’d let that happen to Fives.

“I’m not so sure…. Dr. Nala Se doesn’t believe-”

“We’re not going to Nala Se with whatever you find. We’ll go to General Shaak Ti. She helped me once as a cadet and I know she values the life of a clone.” Now that, that was the truth.

“Fives… I’d be disobeying direct orders.” At this point, you didn’t care what happened to you if you were to go through with this. Fives was who you were concerned with. Not because of a hopeless crush, but because of his status of patient and you sincerely cared about him.

“Yep, and for the second time today,” He jested. Not funny. You scoffed. “Ren…” There they are, yet again - the puppy dog eyes. Those, paired with how he said your name. You’d break for sure. “Will you help me? Please.”

***

“Hurry!” Fives was hunched over the control panel with you, basically micromanaging you even though he had no idea what it was you were doing.

“Fives, you’re going to have to not rush me. I’m not a droid. Give me a kriffing minute.” Your fingers tapped frantically at the screen, hitting button after button until -

“Intruder alert. Intruder alert. All nonessential personnel report to a safe room for lockdown.”

You stood up straight and grinned over at Fives, who looked a little shocked.

“What did you do?” The alert played over again on the intercom.

“I made it so that the security scanners picked up an intruder in section C-6. We need to hurry, though. I doubt it’ll take them long before they realize it’s a false alarm.”

“They taught you how to hack a security mainframe at the fancy medical academy you attended on Coruscant?”

You rolled your eyes at him, hands on your hips. “Is that really important right now?” Fives chuckled and shook his head. Grabbing his wrist, you stretched your head to look outside the door. “They have guards stationed just outside. How are we going to get over there?” You turned towards Fives, who was pulling away from you and looking up at the ceiling. You followed his gaze, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “The vents?” You sounded a little shocked, but it really was the only safe way out of there. He tilted his head down to look at you, a smile on his face. You snorted.

“Here, I’ll climb up first and then pull you up.” Your looked over at the door again, making sure you weren’t about to get absolutely busted, and grabbed his dangling hands.

You shook your head with a smirk. “You know, I’m starting to wish I had stayed in the archives,” you jested, as Fives hoisted you up and into the vent with him.

You never realized just how creepy it was up in these vents. To be fair, there wasn’t one moment that you would’ve pictured yourself crawling through them, but here you were. It was dark, every movement you made echoed, and it was freezing cold. You – for some reason – were leading the way, crawling through the cold durasteel tunnel. Fives was silent; he wasn’t making any comments, not cracking any jokes, not even expressing his concern for Tup. It dawned on you: he was totally checking out your ass. You had shed your long lab coat before he pulled you up, knowing that it would be harder to crawl with it tugging under your knees. Fives hadn’t yet seen you without it on… and you knew how good your ass looked in the leggings you wore. With a slight chuckle to yourself, you stopped crawling for a moment and looked over your shoulder to glance at him to the best of your ability.

“Fives, are you staring at my ass?” You tried to not let your giddiness get in the way of your accusatory whispering, but you found yourself muffling laughter. He didn’t reply right away – probably trying to think up a comeback or a way to wiggle himself out of the subject.

“Fuck yeah I am,” he murmured back, sounding as cocky as ever. You bit your lip and shook your head, resuming the crawl towards the oncoming exit vent. “I don’t exactly have anything else to look at from back here, you know. I got quite a nice view, so, no complaints.” Your face heated up at his smug comment, resisting the urge to shake your ass for him – to really give him a good view. Now was not the time.

You crawled past the vent so Fives could hop down first; he plopped onto the floor, graceful and stealthy as ever, before standing directly under the vent with his arms held out.

“Common, I’ll catch you.” It really wasn’t a long way down; you’d land just fine, though probably not as gracefully as he did.

“Uh, okay…” You lowered your legs out from the ceiling, keeping your grip on the cool metal for a moment while you steadied yourself. “Fives, I think I got it. I can just hop down like th-” Your grip from the ceiling slipped, sending you down and nearly hitting the floor in the worst way possible, when strong arms found their way under your ass and back.

Fives just saved you from breaking a bone or two, and all you could do was blink up at him as his hand slightly squeezed the plushy part of your ass, the other hand gripped tightly on your waist. Maybe he thought you wouldn’t notice the way he was savoring holding you like that, but you did. And you liked it.

“Nice to look at and feels nice, too.” Fives grinned at you before setting you down on your feet. He definitely shouldn’t be talking about how your ass looks and feels right now with his friend lying nearly dead on the cot barely an arm’s length away - but, is he was open to making comments such as those during these unsure times, you’d reciprocate. A boost of confidence surged through you.

“Glad you like it, trooper. Maybe some time you can see and feel it without these in the way,” you pulled at your leggings, looking him straight in the eyes with a smirk. Seeing Fives’ expression was well worth making the comment.

“Don’t say things you can’t follow up on, Renna.” His shocked expression quickly flipped to dark, catching you completely off guard and making you gulp. Your entire body felt as if it was on fire as tiny fireworks danced in your gut. There was absolutely no way you’d be able to follow up on your innuendo-filled comment unless you found each other in another life under different circumstances. You needed to shake it out of your system.

Firing up the laser drill, you looked over at Fives and studied his worried expression. He looked so soft, so concerned – it tugged at your heart harder than you cared to admit. His focus remained on Tup until the sound of the drill made him look up.

Your hands were slightly shaking. You felt it, but it didn’t appear to be noticeable. You had never performed a biopsy on a real, living, breathing lifeform before. Everything you had done during your schooling was on the deceased or on medical dummies. You were nervous, but this wasn’t about you. You finally had the chance to save a life. You needed to pull it together.

“Renna, are you okay?” Fives’ voice nearly came out as a whisper. You looked up at his eyes; he was studying you, deeply.

You took a deep breath and nodded with a slow exhale. You turned your attention back to the drill, grabbing Tup’s head and positioning it to where you needed.

“You might want to look away at this part.”

***

You did it. A successful biopsy. Feeling a bead of sweat threatening to fall from your hairline, you wiped it away with your arm and looked up at Fives who still had his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is it done?” The absent sound of the drill encouraged him to open his eyes. You held up the tumor, encased in a transparent casing. You handed it to Fives; he studied it closely, bringing it up to his face with a sigh. The moment was over when the door whisked open.

“What have you done?” Dr. Nala Se came into the room; Fives didn’t appear frightened, but you sure as fuck were.

“We saved my friend’s life.” Fives whipped around to face the “long-neck” - as he calls them - holding up the tumor in an accusing manner towards her, “This tumor is the cause of his illness.” She reached out and tried to grab the encased organic matter, but Fives maintained a hard grip as they fought for it.

“Give me that!” Nala Se looked angrier than you had ever seen her. You ran up to them, trying to stop something before it started.

“You can’t be trusted.” Fives reached down to Tup’s cot with his free hand, grabbing a mysterious syringe, and held it up in a threatening manner. You reached your hands up to stop him, but Shaak Ti’s sudden arrival did the job for you.

“Stand down, trooper.” She stood at the doorway with her hand outstretched. Jedi didn’t need to hold a weapon; you knew what they could do with just one outstretched hand in the blink of an eye. You’ve never seen it in action, but you’ve heard stories.

Fives dropped the hand holding the syringe but kept hold of the tumor with his other. “I have evidence. It’s right here!” He sounded desperate. This looked way too bad. You were caught right in the middle of it all, too.

“I’m free…” A weak voice croaked from the cot, making all the heads in the room turn in the same direction. Tup. Fives let go of the tumor and whipped his body around to face his friend, crouching down next to Tup and leaned in close.

“Tup?”

“The mission… free.”

“What is he saying?” Shaak Ti entered through the threshold, a few guards flowing in from behind her with their blasters aimed at Fives.

“Brother, what mission?” It was apparent that Fives was trying to understand what was coming from Tup’s mouth, and could not care less that his own kind were holding weapons to him. It had been the first time anyone had heard Tup speak words that didn’t sound like “kill” and “Jedi” since his arrival.

“You… you know the one. The- the mission, the one in our dreams…” Fives’ wide eyes scanned over his friend, searching for a clue, for anything. “…that never ends.”

You were frozen in your spot, taking in Tup’s bewildering words. You watched Fives’ expression as he frantically tried to decipher what Tup was murmuring. You glanced up from them, seeing the guards' buckets turn to look back and forth at each other. The mission - the one from their dreams?

“Oh, brother…” Tup’s hand lifted to the best of its ability; Fives grabbed it with his own and squeezed. This moment was so raw, so emotional, so real. You never would have thought…

“This is the end. Forget the mission.” Tup was fading away. You could hear it in his voice, and you knew that Fives knew what was coming. It looked as though Fives was holding back tears – trying to keep his composure. “Oh, the nightmare. I’m… free.” With that, Tup was gone.

You scanned the room. Shaak Ti bowed her head, hand over her heart. The other clones lowered their weapons down to their sides, heads bowing. Nala Se, however, remined the same. Her expression never changed. Heartless Kaminoans.

Fives was shaking his friend’s body, begging him to come back. “I thought I saved him…” You didn’t know what to do now. Tup was gone, and it was your fault. He was alive until you removed the tumor. Fives was in pain – mourning for his brother because of you. You took a few steps back, and leaned against the counter, your fingers combing through your scalp. Not only did you disobey direct orders twice today, but you also killed the very first lifeform you did a biopsy on, and to top that off, the patient you killed was important - a brother - to someone you deeply cared about.

***

Fives was placed under arrest just shorty after. Tup’s body wasn’t even cold yet.

You stood there in silence; Fives locked eyes with yours as he was almost forcefully escorted out of the room by the surrounding guards. It was clear that both of you were trying to communicate with the other using only your eyes, but no distinct message was coming across. You wanted to tell him you were so sorry for everything, and that you’d miss him, that you’d never forget him and Tup, and that meeting him changed your view of the clones entirely. But, there were no final goodbyes, no condolences given. Fives would be taken away, and you would be dismissed. You’ll miss Fives with all your heart, but you won’t miss Kamino.

General Shaak Ti followed behind the guards, leaving you in the macabre room with Dr. Nala Se and Tup’s lifeless body. It was silent for a moment before Nala Se looked over to you, shaking her head in disbelief. You were in big trouble.

“Miss Renna,” the long-neck approached slowly, closing the gap between where you were hunched forward over the counter resting on your elbows and where she was covering Tup’s body with a sheet. “I can not condone this type of behavior from an intern. I have no choice but to reassign you to your previous duties in the archives indefinitely.” You were not at all surprised. You nodded slowly, still not looking up at her. You felt numb. Only three days into real field experience, and you fucked up royally. You didn’t need to help Fives, resulting you in ending up in whatever this is. It was interesting that you weren’t dismissed like you’d assume you would be – just reassigned. The thing with Dr. Nala Se acting weird when Tup’s tumor came into play still was on the front of your mind; perhaps you would be able to look into these matters during your long, boring hours in the archives.

Finally looking up at Nala Se, “What… what is going to happen to my patient?” The words nearly came out choked as you tried to hide your worry for Fives. You needed to keep up the front – the professionality of it – so no suspicion would arise. She was scrolling through a datapad, clutching the tumor in her three fingers. The tumor. You tried to study it from afar - what it looked like, the coloring, how the cells neighbored inside it. It looked... dead. Depleted. You snapped your eyes away and over at the dead trooper, whose body was now completely covered by a thin sheet, when Nala Se spoke again.

“Do not worry about ARC-5555. It will be taken care of, so we can put this matter behind us. Just be thankful I didn’t dismiss you, Miss Renna. You are too valuable to replace with some other eager intern.”

Valuable? ‘It’? Taken care of?

“I am thankful, Doctor. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” You were motioned to exit the room; as you walked by Nala Se, you caught one last glance at the tumor, attempting to burn the image of it in your brain and commit it to memory. There was something about the tumor – something that prompted strange behavior from the Kaminoans – and you needed to figure out what that something was.

***

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mrs-nate-humphrey · 3 years ago

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I am curious: what are your favorite scenes from your main ships (date, dair, derena...)?

scenes involving milo don't count, sorry!

for me, it's really not just scenes, but body language & just in general, how they are with each other, you know? dan and serena grin at each other and hug SO much, you can tell that being around each other in s1 made them both so happy, and even after that glow fades the way they look for comfort in each other... top level stuff. the way blair looks at dan... we never see her as radiant at any other point. she was not looking at anyone else like this. and gosh, dan and nate. they're both so comfortable around each other that there's absolutely nothing weird about like. discussing that one ex girlfriend whom they both share AND both were in love with. there is literally no other duo who trusts/enjoys each other's company so much that they're comfortable in a love triangle. (probably because they're more in love with each other than with the girl, but that is not the point. or is it?)

anyway, more specific answers. under the cut. this is one of the longest answers i've ever written on this blog possibly but you KNEW that would happen when you sent this ask, didn't you? (affectionate)

derena: i tagged one of my ds reblogs as 'the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one' and like. look at them! this hug from 1x10 kills me in the best way. they are both the literal embodiment of :D when they see each other! i love 1x10 as a whole moment, their entire thing at cotillion is so sweet and they're both so happy. the fact that he is talking about his chemistry teacher during this kiss in 1x07. that bit at the end of 1x05 when they talk about their siblings (being there for their sibling because of fallible parents being a derena parallel makes me simultaneously really sad and really soft, tbh). 1x05 gives me SO MUCH SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT but the way they walk off together arms around each other does something to me - these are two people who are still getting to know each other but who really like what they see, and who trust each other and. are just having a good time together! back when derena was my OTP, the 1x11 "your story's about me?" was absolutely a fave, too, and i still adore it, albeit in a different, more nostalgic way. i like a dan who writes cute stories about serena. no empty shell sabrina van skoneker bullshit. she is so much like you, daniel! you'd be shattered if she did this to you. don't do this to her. tbh, most derena moments from s1 are just A+ romance. the bit in 2x02 in the jitney is so funny, they're SO bad at being exes. the bit in... 3x03 i think?? i don't remember... on the contrary. when they're talking about dan's fling w/ georgina and serena's relationship with carter, the ease with which they talk and how happy/supportive they are of each other's new relationships... yeah. love to see it.

i also really like any instance of them having honest/open conversations. 1x13, talking about how serena is concerned about blair. 1x08, serena talking to dan about feeling jealous of vanessa. this bit from the touch of eva or whatever that episode is. 4x04 i think. this is the conversation everyone is trying to get dan to have and he's avoiding EVERYONE else. derena interactions in 3x21 (can't find a gif right now) - the fact that dan is with serena when her dad abandons them, the fact that he goes all the way there with her. 2x07, "i'm really glad you're nate's friend. he really needs someone like you right now" (though i'm cheating, that's technically a d/n moment too klhdflkgf). there's a bit in s4 where he's advising her against having an affair w/ colin, i don't remember the ep number, but the way he takes her side so easily and naturally and puts due blame/responsibility solely on her professor... yeah. 4x10 i think this ep is?? idk. but like my tags say, im sentimental about this moment because while what dan was doing was irresponsible, sneaking her out of the ostroff, he was the only person in this episode who was actually talking to her and listening to her and taking her seriously. nobody else was doing that!!

i probably have more moments i'm not remembering, but we're only 1/3 into this answer and LOOK AT THE WORDS, good lord, i'm sorry.

dair: my favourite dair episode is hands down despicable b (5x21) which i have heard is an uncommon answer. i just love the conflict resolution of it all, okay!!! 1x04 & 2x08 are like. standard answers any dair shipper will give, and i'm no different. i love dan being able to give blair advice and blair actually taking his advice even though they're not friends yet!!! be right back, yelling at the intimacy of it all!! 5x16, with their getting together (this little kiss and dan being so startled by it), blair admitting a flaw she genuinely does have and dan saying it's not awful because it's her, which is just. romance at its finest. those vows, good lord. 5x18.... they're having fun! blair showing up at the loft in lingerie for dan... the delight on her face.... (i know this moment blows up in their face but when she's there she looks so happy and proud of herself and this was like THE moment when i was like. oh. dair is really the heart of this garbage show huh).

i think for me, the thing that really sells dan & blair together is the serena of it all. both of them love serena more fiercely than anyone else, and that is what brings them together. (fwiw i definitely think nate loved serena this much and this deeply, too; the writers just wanted to pop the serenate balloon, which even i think was extremely unnecessary and ooc.) but (& i have so much meta about this) their relationship grows beyond serena. their entire s4 arc is SO good. i love how comfortable around each other they are, in such an adult way, in the sense of like. they both bring so much stability to each other? morgan tagged this edit "the marrieds" and like. yeah. b offers to help him shave. they're having breakfast & reading the paper together.

all the love declarations we got that weren't a simple 'i love you.' be your charming wonderful self (how could she not love you/ tell me what would make you happy, dan) i told chuck he doesn't have my heart anymore (you spent your life earning the keys to set you free when you were free all along!!!!) dan's pep talk to blair in 5x21 (already linked a gifset earlier, here's another one if you want i guess). there's definitely more... but honestly, the way the dair arc was executed was so good - while i do have my complaints, i also think keeping those aside, it was SO close to perfect. i love dan & blair's banter and gradually becoming closer and closer and closer. it felt very organic and real and GOSH. the way penn & leighton looked at each other while playing dan and blair...... it's just SO MUCH.

date: this is the hardest, because it's. *screams*. maybe you saw me losing my mind over those 2 seconds of nate handing dan a waffle? i love almost every scene with these two, even the hellish s6 breakup scene. my favourite episode for d/n (& also favourite gg episode in general) is 2x06 - i love the homoerotic subtext of it all. nate pretending to be dan because dan's name is the first name that came to his head. dan flirting w/ nate while tied to that thing, in his underwear. them becoming friends. and 2x07 as a follow-up to that! dan getting nate to live in the loft with the humphreys for a while. i am so soft.

4x09 is a terrible episode in general, especially for serena my beloved, but the d/n moments in that one? off the CHARTS. this weird overly macho flirting, in some ways THE most iconic d/n line. this entire finish each other's sentences nonsense. someone (i think it was ana but im not sure?) compared the energy of those scenes i just linked to the book blairenate love triangle resolution, blairena choosing each other over nate in the books, date choosing each other over serena in the show (if only! RIP.) after the saints & sinners ball, this cute little moment of 'youre the only one who understands me. please tell me they went home together. i mean. how could they not have.

3x07, them watching vampire porn together. a tag i used on ao3 (& also on here, once) is 'nate brings out the himbo in dan'. here is a prime example. 'is she levitating?' i don't fucking know, dan, what do you think?? (i was telling my partner that that's what i love abt dair vs date. around blair dan is an intellectual, a librarian, an art historian, a museum curator. around nate it's like dan is competing to be #1 himbo on the show. can my girlfriend actually fly? i don't know, dan. i can't believe you're seriously asking such a question.)

3x12 pep talk. (sorry about the shitty quality!) essentially nate telling dan that he (dan) is hot and that he shouldn't talk himself down so much.

dan making nate gay in his book. you know. his book from which blair found out he was in love with her. nads (who i will not tag in this billion word long gushy meta, because i value her sanity) once called inside "wish fulfilment' and. i mean. yeah

nate checking dan out at the derena wedding continues to be hilarious. hilarious in the same way as dan sexually fantasising about nate. canon really went 'let's give ivy some special easter eggs' and i appreciate them a lot!

i love the way they are around each other - so quietly attuned to each other. i showed my sister my date!husbands gifset, and she was like. yeah they're so married. and it's just stuff like how dan looks for nate over his shoulder, it's not even an active action, it's as easy and natural and intuitive as breathing, checking to see if nate is still there.

oh, that wasn't as hard as it could've been! okay. cool. im SURE there's more things i could scream about, because it's DN, the fact that they're non-canon makes me THAT much fiercer about them than dair/derena, to be honest. so many dots to connect!! anyway.

#meta #derena #dair #date #anon #this is SUCH a gushy essay but like. what did you expect #how else could i have answered this #this took. an embarrassingly long amount of time #but i had SO much fun so #citations for my ships #don't mind me *whistles under my breath*

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talatomaz · 4 years ago

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shadow world | izzy lightwood x fray!reader

a/n: I just binged the series and I love Izzy sm. i might make this into a small series, I don’t know. this is mainly shadowhunters x reader tbh but there is still a bit of izzy content towards the end.

warnings: mentions of blood, death & kidnapping

word count: 2.5k

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Reader is Clary’s younger half-sister who learns about the Shadow world at the same time Clary does

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“Hey, Dad.”

“Afternoon, honey.”

You kissed your father’s cheek and welcomed the cup of coffee he placed in front of you. You sipped the beverage, not caring that it was still hot, welcoming the feeling. You had had a relatively long day. You had to do 2 huge group presentations and managed to complete your college’s weekly newsletter too.

“How was school?”

“It was okay, just glad it’s the weekend now.”

“Have you called your sister yet?”

You paused, gently placing the mug back on the table. It was your older sister’s, Clary’s, 18th birthday today. Though it was an important age, the day wasn’t going to be any different for you. As you always did, you’d FaceTime her, wish her a happy birthday and wait for your gift to arrive to her.

That was the trouble of living on the other side of the world.

When you were 13, you decided to leave your mother and sister to go live with your father who worked overseas in England; he worked for the Government, but doing what precisely, you didn’t know.

It was a welcome change. You didn’t get along as well as Clary did with your mother, often siding with your father on most things.

Of course, when it came to you and Clary, your father treated you both no differently, because even though he wasn’t Clary’s biological father, he was still one of her father figures.

The other was Luke, someone whom your Mum had a past with, though she neglected to share any further details about that.

“I spoke to her earlier but she’d just come out of an interview with Brooklyn Arts Academy. We celebrated a little because she got in but she’s gonna be busy with Simon today so we agreed to talk later.”

“Oh, good for her. I’m glad.”

You looked up when you heard unease in your father’s voice. Narrowing your eyes, you continued to stare at him before he looked at you in confusion.

“What?”

“Nothing. Doesn’t matter.”

You quickly brushed off the subject and your dad started to mention how he had to work late but voiced his reluctance to leave you alone. You frowned once more, he seemed really worried, as if something evil was looming. Shrugging it off once more, you and your father fell into a conversation about nothing in particular until he had to leave for work.

A few hours had passed and you were due to call Clary so you picked up your phone and dialled.

“Y/N, hey, um, can we talk later?”

You moved the phone away from your ear as you heard loud music blasting down the phone.

“Are you at a club? Clary, you know being 18 means you can only legally drink in England, not in the US.” You joked.

“I know. Look, I really have to go. I love you and I’ll try to phone you in a bit. I’m on my way home now. I need to speak to Mum about something.”

“Clary, are you okay?” You asked with concern. She sounded frightened and out of breath and her being in a club was very out of character for her.

“Yeah, yeah, I-I’m fine. Got to go. Love you, bye.”

You stared at your phone, the dial tone echoing in the silence. Sighing, you scrolled through your contacts and paused at the name. With a rush of confidence, you tapped the screen and held your phone to your ear, silently waiting for the other person to pick up.

“Y/N, hi, baby.”

“Hi, Mum.”

You were slightly on edge as you hadn’t spoken in a while. You knew your mother loved you but you always felt like she was hiding something from you, though you could never quite put your finger on it.

“Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah. Listen, the reason I’m calling is because I just got off the phone with Clary and, I don’t know, she’s acting a bit weird. Is there something going on?”

“Yeah about that, your father and I need to have a talk with you and Clary. This isn’t something I wanted to do over the phone but-MOM.”

You winced when you heard, presumably Clary’s voice.

“Clary, what’s wrong? Y/N, give me 10 minutes and I’ll call you back. I love you.”

For the second time in 5 minutes, you had been hung up on, and frankly you were more concerned than you were annoyed. First your Dad, then Clary, now your Mum, what were they hiding?

The sound of key in the door jarred you from your thoughts. Finally, your Dad was home. You were going to get some answers.

As he locked the door behind him, your brows furrowed as you looked at the tattoos on his body. They weren’t there when he’d left earlier this afternoon.

“Dad, when did you get a tattoo?”

You watched as he looked down at himself and then as his eyes widened when he stared back at you.

“Y-You can see them?”

“Yeah, of course, I can see them. What’s going on? Clary’s freaking out. I just called Mum and she was about to tell me something but then she hung up. What is going on?” You repeated.

“God, I told Jocelyn we should have told you both sooner. We need to get you somewhere safe.”

“Dad, what’s happening?” You asked, unable to hide the fear in your tone.

Before he could answer, there was a loud crash and your front door lay flat on the ground, a man standing in the doorway.

“Where’s the cup, Winterthorn?” He hissed your father’s last name.

Your Dad pushed you behind him and you could only watch in shock when he pulled something out of his pocket and, the moment his hand touched it, a large blade engulfed in light appeared. Your father stabbed the intruder with it causing the latter to explode into pieces and disappear.

Your dad turned to face you and you continued to stare at him in shock.

“Here, hold this.”

He handed you the blade and ran towards your bedroom. The smell of smoke filled your senses and you stared at him.

“What the hell is happening?”

“There can’t be any trace of you. We were trying to keep you girls safe. That’s all we ever wanted.”

You opened your mouth to respond but felt yourself being pulled back into someone’s grasp.

“Let her go.”

“Give me the cup.”

With your father’s blade still in your hand, you willed yourself to calm down and remember your training.

From the first moment you moved in with your dad, he expressed his interest in training you to fight. You learned all about Sun Tzu as well as training with bo staffs and the like.

You were successfully able to remove yourself from the second intruder’s grasp but jumped back when his face opened up to reveal tentacles. Going off instinct and what you saw your dad do, you rammed the sword through the monster’s chest until it disintegrated like the one earlier.

“Dad, what the fuck?! I just killed someone.”

“A demon, y/n. You killed a demon.”

Your father grabbed your arm and brought out, what looked like, a pen, and began drawing something. You winced as you felt it burning into your skin and when he had finished, he waved the object over the marking and it lit up.

“This better work. Come on, we need to find a warlock so we can get to your Mum and sister.”

When he turned, another man was revealed to be standing in front of him. You watched in horror as the man stabbed your dad with his sword and then removed it. Your father fell to the ground with a groan, your eyes flickering to him and then at the man still standing in front of you.

“Where is the cup?”

He was now the third person to reference this mysterious cup but you were beyond confused.

He pushed you against the wall and held the sword, now coated with your father’s blood, against your neck.

“Tell me.”

“I-I don’t know. You stabbed him, you bastard.”

“Valentine will do much worse to you and your mother if you don’t tell me where the cup is.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What cup? Who the hell are you people?” You shouted at him, tears building in your eyes.

When he smirked at you, you felt anger rise through your body and without a second thought, you kicked his knee, giving you a moment to free yourself, only slightly cutting yourself on the blade.

You quickly picked up your father’s blade, having dropped it when he was stabbed, and you began to fight the male in front of you.

For a few minutes, the only sound that filled your house was the clanging of your blades but you winced when the blade cut your arm, blood seeping from the wound. You ducked to avoid another swipe of the blade then you span and stabbed the man in one fell swoop.

As he lay dead on the ground, you kicked the blade away from him and, still holding your Dad’s weapon, you ran back to him and tried to put pressure on the wound.

“Dad, please stay with me. Don’t die.”

“I-I’m so proud of you.” He breathed out.

“Dad, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get help.”

“Take the blade and m-my stele,” he handed you the object he used to mark the symbol on your skin. “Go to where I work, they’ll help you. Don’t let the Circle get the cup.”

“Dad! Dad, wake up!” You shouted, tears falling down your face as your father lay still in your arms.

“Y/N?”

You turned back, looking in shock when you saw your sister standing behind you, with two men and another woman beside her. More shockingly, you saw, what you could only describe as a purple glow, whirling behind them.

A raven-haired woman ran and fell to your side. You watched as she removed a stele from her pocket and waved it over one of your father’s tattoos.

“He’s gone.” She said, solemnly, looking at one of the males behind you who shared a striking resemblance with her, before looking at you with sad eyes.

“Izzy, we have to go. Come on. There could be more.”

She gently grabbed your arm and tried to pull you up but you stayed on the ground, your father in your arms.

“We have to go. It’s not safe.” She said, softly.

Reluctantly, you picked up the blade and your father’s stele, and allowed yourself to be lifted by the woman, whom you now knew was called Izzy. Holding your hand, she pulled you through the purple glow and when you passed through, you found yourself in...well, you didn’t know where exactly.

All conversation had ceased the moment you all had come through but then immediately continued. Through your tear-filled eyes, you looked around to take in your surroundings. The building you were in was filled to the brim with computers and all sorts of tech.

“What? Did you rob a tech store or something?”

“That’s what I said.”

You turned at the familiar voice and smiled despite the pain you were feeling.

“Hi, Simon.” He pulled you in for a hug and then cupped your face in his hands.

“What’s wrong? Why were you crying?”

“Simon-“ He was interrupted by your sister who moved to stand in front of you.

“I’m so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around you, cradling your head against her neck. You reciprocated the hug but didn’t cry, you felt nothing. You didn’t know how to process the loss.

“Where’s Mum? Ry?” You asked, using your sister’s nickname when she remained silent.

“She’s been kidnapped.”

“What?”

Clary then explained what she saw at the club, how someone called Valentine had kidnapped your mother and was after the Mortal Cup.

“That’s what the guys at our house wanted. But Dad and I killed them and they disappeared. Wait, why are we even here? We should be talking to Luke, he’ll help us.”

“No, we can’t trust him. This is Jace, Izzy and Alec. They’re Shadowhunters like us. They can help us.”

“Shadowhunters? What the hell are you on about?”

“We’re angels who fight demons.” Jace said.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve been smoking but I am not an angel.”

“You’ve got a stele and a seraph blade. Things we Shadowhunters use.”

“I-These are my dad’s. He gave them to me when-before he-“ You sighed, unable to bring yourself to say the words.

“I’m sorry.” Simon rubbed your arm in a gentle caress but gasped when he saw his hand covered in blood.

“Y/N, your arm’s bleeding.”

You glanced at the wound, remembering that it was from the guy who killed your dad, and shrugged.

“And your neck.” Clary said, quietly, as if imagining what you went through.

”Jace, can you do the same healing rune on y/n?”

“Yeah, of course.”

When Jace approached you with his stele, you stopped him.

“No, I don’t want you to do that. I’m fine.”

“At least let Izzy stitch and clean the wound then.” Alec spoke for the first time. He was a bit stand-offish but that was to be expected considering you were complete strangers.

Izzy nodded for you to follow her. You walked beside her as she led you to a room filled with first-aid equipment.

You both sat in silence as she cleaned the cut on your neck; you didn’t even flinch when she rubbed the antiseptic on the wound.

When she was about to stitch the cut on your arm, you stopped her. You took the thread from her and began suturing the cut yourself. She looked at you in amazement.

“I do-did a lot of sports so I got hurt a lot.“ You answered even though she didn’t ask anything. She just continued to stare at you and you couldn’t help but blush which then made her smirk.

“You should have let Jace use a healing rune on you. You’re gonna need it sooner or later.”

“A rune? Is that what they’re called? My Dad did this just before he-“

You trailed off again, instead showing your forearm to Izzy.

“Ah, an anti-tracking rune. Very helpful actually.”

Pulling on the last thread, you grimaced causing Izzy to raise her brow.

“Fine. Just do it.” You relented.

She stood up with a gleam, taking out her stele and marked your arm with the healing rune. You felt your skin burning for a few seconds and when she removed the stele, you saw a pattern on your arm. You looked up at Izzy, her face a few inches from yours, and she smiled at you.

“Look at your arm, y/n.”

You did as you were told and saw that there were no longer stitches on your arm; the wound having been completely healed. Well, that was the point of the rune, you supposed.

“Woah.”

You met Izzy’s eyes and when she grinned, you couldn’t help but smile with her.

“Y/N Fray-Winterthorn, welcome to the Shadow World.”

The Silent Brothers ->

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