#I still hold out hope that one day it will somehow be revived

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Hey do you have a sona or something cuz I kind of want to draw the syringe magical girl thing and I think it'd be cool

I don’t- wait no I kinda do. I mean I made this ages ago for a specific game community but I still use a pic of her as a steam avatar so sure why not. It’s the closest I got so if you want to use her go ahead ^w^

[chaithetics]

now i'm dreaming about holding Kid's hand weeks after a match and with no fights in sight just him nearly healed from what was once never ending violence

Peace in Your Touch

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader Word count: 1.3K Warning: Really just a fluffy little fic! Mentions of canonical past violence. A/n: Sorry for how long this took! I hope you enjoy it! I think this is a little bit of a different style to some of the other fics but I hope everyone enjoys this. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Please validate me beautiful people🫶

A gentle hum buzzes in the air outside, it’s relaxing and pleasant. There’s not a lot else to steal you away from his presence, it’s all that there is right now and it’s what you love. You’d spend your whole life cuddling into him if you could, he wouldn’t protest that, in fact, Kid would wholeheartedly welcome it. 

You remember the first time you saw him, his lean body bloodied up, the awful metallic smell of blood caked to his skin and hair, it assaulted your nostrils. How his hair was damp and how the sweat glistened on his toned muscles, how it shone under those lights. It would be impossible to forget how vulnerable and frightened those big, beautiful, expressive brown eyes of his looked and how you felt butterflies in your stomach when seeing the perfect set of lashes he had to frame them. 

It was a contrast to now, the man laying down with you, your sweet pillow, quietly humming as he caressed your forearm with the most gentle touch. There was not a drop of blood on his face, no cuts on his cheekbones, not a single bruised knuckle. You both knew there was still pain, some days would be harder than others, but that’s always how it is, isn’t it? But there was a look of warm peace in those pools of brown you always got lost in. 

But still, not so long ago, you weren’t sure if it would ever end. You panicked over it, would pace and bite your nails. It was a real worry, one that made you wonder if those months ago, if the man who would come back from that seedy hotel would be anything more than a ghost to haunt you. One with blood-stained hands, bruised cheekbones, and a look of only pain. 

He’d come back though. Revived somehow. Surviving the impossible, but that was in Kid’s nature after all. You knew that. 

You still panicked at first, when he came through that door like the nights before you went into autopilot mode, something took over and responded to do everything right. You’d seen him with blood, fixed up more than your fair share of cuts and bruises but you’d never seen this amount of blood. 

It was a terrifying time but life continued. It’s what it does, always has and always will. 

There was shock and tears at the start. It had been minutes at first. Minutes when you felt the blood travelling in your veins and arteries, you could hear your heart stressfully beating in your ears. It became quiet hours as there were no words for what would happen. Those hours soon became days of finding each other's footing in this world again, then weeks of learning how to breathe, of soft kisses and affirmations in the night. 

It had now been months and here you were. Cuddled into him. Your chin rests against his chest as you reach up to gently play with his soft dark strands, you can smell the coconut oil and inhale its soft scent in. You can’t help but think how much nicer it is than when it was always just blood and sweat mixing together. 

You hear him let out a soft exhale and his eyes close as he relaxes into the most peaceful state possible as your fingers comb through his hair. He melts into the gentle touch, he hadn’t been met with this gentleness and kindness for so long before you. He had been touch-starved, before you had come into his life and made everything better and brighter, the only physical contact he’d received was that of closed fists, hits to wound for the cheers of a crowd. 

He still is a man of few words, but each time he does you listen to make sure you can remember the curve of his mouth with each consonant and how every word sounds in his quiet, soft voice. You loved his voice, you loved it so much you’d pay for him to speak more, you’d happily sit there for a whole day to listen to him read a phone book, an appliance manual, anything. You’d happily listen, but you also knew he only spoke when something needed to be said, you could live with that. You were more than content to just hear the words he needed to say. 

You watch his face as you play with his hair, he’s relaxed and he looks so beautiful with his eyes closed like that, completely lost in your gentle touch. He doesn’t say a word but they’re not needed. He’s happy, he’s calm, he feels at peace now that this cycle of never ending violence has closed. You gently trail your fingers down from his soft raven locks across his cheek, he gasps and tilts his head slightly and you watch him as his beard tickles and scratches your fingertips. It’s impossible not to smile at that feeling. 

Fingers continue to run down until you meet his arm, they’re still toned and incredibly strong. He holds you in them at night and nothing has ever made you feel as safe. You reach his large hand and caress the back of it gently, you let out a hum as you feel it in yours. He blinks and watches your beautiful face as you look down at his hand, he’s never seen anyone so radiant, you shine more than the sun does for him, and you’ve kept him warm and bathed in light ever since he met you all that time ago. You keep caressing his hand as you hold it in yours, you run the pads of your index and middle fingers along his palm, tracing invisible lines, creating a map of who he is just to make sure you never lose him. “Have you ever thought about how perfectly your hand fits in mine?” He asks, his voice is a little gruff as it’s the first time he’s spoken in easily some hours. 

His voice brings you slightly out of the trance you were in and you look up at his face. You smile as you look into those doe eyes that melt your heart all over again. You nod as you feel your cheeks heat up, you keep absentmindedly holding his hand and tracing patterns. 

“Yes, I was just thinking about that. I think about it often.” You admit as you glance from his face back down to his hand and smile at the sight of your hands joined together. 

He smiles at that, your smile is perfect. It’s everything to him, it makes him feel warm inside each time, like a light has been switched on. He rubs his thumb over your hand and lets out a small hum, it makes you smile and you watch his thumb as you cuddle into him more. Kid then brings your hand that had been holding his, up to his lips, his mouth brushes against your hand and he places a soft kiss there. You smile and feel your cheeks heat up more, he still gets such a reaction out of you with the most simple things. It makes you smile in the most silly way. After a moment his lips have left your hand and he kisses your lips, you kiss him back gently and hold his hand again as you two do. You wouldn’t have this any other way, these peaceful afternoons are perfect and they’re perfect because of him. You both provide a comfort and warmth to the other that’s needed, you both are seen and loved. 

[transitranger327]

Spin the Thread, Weave the Story: Ch. 1, Holding On

Oshecki fans, here’s the fix-it au you’ve been waiting for. I promise there will be more chapters because I love these two.

Summary: Jecki Lon faces her most desperate moment. Osha Aniseya tries to recall her past training. Can they survive? MASSIVE spoilers for Episode 5 of The Acolyte

Osha Aniseya woke up to a shock. It felt like hours had passed. Instinctively, she checked her chrono, but it was missing somehow. Also, she was wearing her sister’s clothes. “Kriff, she’s doing something stupid. I hope Master Sol can tell us apart. For his sake,” but before spiraling entirely, she took a deep breath, and reached out with the Force. No Mae, no Sol, no Jecki, no Qimir, no Yord, no Ithia, no Bazil. Everyone had either left or died. Figures, that she would be left behind, alone. She silently commended those that had passed on to the Force, those whose echoes remained, and wept for friends lost, Yord and Jecki especially. Yord had been her best friend in the Order, and Jecki had immediately found a place in her heart. But as she got up to leave and find transportation, she tripped over the faintest thread, “Wait, kriff, Jecki is still here. Barely. I need to find her.” And the former Jedi sprinted off to find her friend. 

“There she is.” Osha saw a body with three separate lightsaber stab wounds. If Jecki Lon wasn’t practically dead, she would’ve looked peacefully asleep. Beautiful, even. The thread Jecki was holding onto was so thin it was practically a single fiber. “Stars, she hasn’t learned how to let go.” Many Jedi would’ve called this a failing, but others would say that giving up on life was the bigger failing. Either way, it might’ve just saved her life. Well, if Osha could remember how to heal. “If only PIP was here…” She regretted not having any first aid on hand. “Oh who am I kidding, PIP wouldn’t be able to patch up lightsaber stabs anyway.” She had to admire the efficiency of the cuts; they were clearly the work of someone trying to kill. She remembered learning, at the Temple, where to stab people in places that could be healed with bacta and time. But no, she had no bacta, no time, and the wounds were fatal. And her Force healing was so rusty, you could practically mix it with pinestill to create red paint. Still, she did her best to remember the silent invocations. “I am one with the Force and…”, but Jecki’s wounds did not close up. And her connection to the material world slipped even further. Then Osha remembered one of Auntie Eurus’ lessons after accidentally killing a spider. 

“The Thread connects all things, not just the living. If you can find their strand, you can spin it back into the Thread of the Living.” Her auntie had a talent for tipping the scales between life and death. “But remember, you need to use your connection. The spider eats the flies that bite us. The spider feeds the birds that sing for us. You must focus on these feelings to revive another.”

And so Osha reached deep into her soul to find connection to Jecki. The teachings of Master Sol. The laughing at Yord’s extreme formality. How quickly they fell into a rhythm with each other. The comments they made to each other that bordered on flirtation. “Oh…do I have feelings for her?” So she began pouring her heart into the rudimentary revival spell she managed to assemble, augmented with the few Force Healing techniques she was confident in. Between the silent incantations, a loud whisper emerged from her lips, “Jecki Lon, I am NOT losing you.” 

—

The pull of the cosmic force grew stronger every second. The call to rejoin the song of creation. All things emerged from it, and all must return to it some day. But she still had so much to learn, so much to say, she didn’t want to go yet. And then Jecki felt it: the warm smile she hadn’t seen enough yet, the flirting she had fallen for, the braids that looked incredibly beautiful, the sense of humor that just felt right. Osha Aniseya was holding out a hand into the void, and she was not planning on saying no. 

—

“It’s working! It’s working!” The thread between them was spun stronger by the second. Osha felt the Living Force pulsing in her veins, with an intensity she hadn’t felt in years. The sheer magnitude of it threatened to drag both of them underwater, but she had managed to anchor herself to the forest. “No one else has to die today” had become her new mantra. She could sense Jecki’s fragile pull, like a climber trying to crimp her way up a cliff face. “Take my hand.” The padawan was able to latch onto Osha before her tendons broke. Together, they were strong enough to remain in the Living Force; and they knew, somehow, that Jecki’s wounds were starting to heal. Organs regenerating, bones knitting together, muscles and sinew reattaching. She took a few, shallow breaths for the first time in hours, with a faintly beating heart. 

The Cosmic Force was no longer pulling them. The self-sustaining nature of life was now working in their favor. Life, after all, goes on. 

But Osha was now feeling the toll of her actions. Force healing required giving of your own vitality, as did the revival spell she was attempting. As her connection to Jecki grew stronger, her grasp on consciousness weakened. She tried staying awake for as long as she could, tho she feared collapsing from exhaustion. Then, she sensed Jecki…stabilize,, just like,,, a barely functional……replacement part………in a,,,,,,,,junker………

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Jecki Lon woke up to a shock. Immense pain radiated from her chest and torso. The cold air blowing across unprotected flesh. She took inventory of all her body parts: “head, check. arms, check. legs, check. lightsaber, check. torso, three large burns.” And a strange weight rested on her rib cage. “Wait that’s Osha’s head.” The pain was too much for her brain to contemplate what happened, but a small smile crept onto her face as her crush was gently sleeping on her. “Maybe…I just need more sleep.” were her last thoughts as she once again drifted into unconsciousness. 

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[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my advent calendar fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading!

Merry Christmas, everyone, I hope you’re all doing well!

Day 25: Christmas day

Warnings: none

“Baby, baby, wake up,” Jake’s voice reached your sleep-drowned ears, and you moaned in vehement protest.

Usually you would have loved to hear Jake’s voice in the morning, it was raspy with sleep and half an octave lower, making shivers run down your spine, just at the sound of him.

His bare chest was usually also very enticing, but not at that moment.

It was far too early for you to even think about getting up.

“Baby, come on. Wake up,” he asked again, his hand resting on your arm while his thumb ran encouraging circles over your skin.

Another loud groan left your lips and you tried to swat his hand away, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

Jake was generally happier and chattier than normally, which indicated that something was different.

After a few more seconds you finally made the effort to glance at the alarm clock at your bedside table, only to let out another exasperated moan.

“It’s 7 am,” you breathed out, and felt Jake pull you closer.

“Yeah, but it’s Christmas,” he whispered, holding you tight, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving you to get up and rush to the kitchen.

The only hope you had was hearing the clinking sound of coffee mugs, which seemed to revive you somehow.

You managed to get into the kitchen somehow in your desolated state.

Only to be greeted with one of the most joyful versions of Jake you had ever met, swinging pots, pans and coffee mugs around to make some breakfast.

As soon as he saw you Jake set everything down to pull you closer, giving you a good morning kiss despite your morning breath.

When he pulled away he kept his face close to yours, caressing your cheek gently and with love.

“Morning, baby. Merry Christmas,” he whispered softly and you echoed a reply, smiling slightly despite the need to yawn.

You were still very tired but Jake’s giddiness infected you, until you were in a blissful state of sleepy.

You didn’t even realize that the two of you were wearing matching pajamas, but Jake chuckled at that thought, sticking one of his hands into the pocket and fumbling the square object in it awkwardly, while taking a shaky but determined breath.

The sun was just starting to appear when you raised your coffee cup to take a well deserved sip, and when your boyfriend kneeled down in front of you.

You didn’t even see him at first, relaxing against the counter as your senses were overwhelmed with the hot and strong goodness, until you lowered the mug and almost let it fall in surprise.

Jake Seresin was kneeling in front of you, in pajama bottoms and a bare, gorgeous chest, holding an open ring box up into your field of vision.

“I actually wanted to wait till later but I really can’t, I love you so much and can’t think about much else recently, because I’ve been so looking forward to this,” he breathed out before he straightened his back, his eyes searching yours to see if you were reacting as he had hoped.

“Baby, you’ve been my happiness and joy and I couldn’t imagine a world without you in it. Would you marry me?” He asked, and you were sure no one could have ever said the word ‘yes’ faster.

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[kanadayotonokoji]

I come for the lore

Oh boy, this is gonna be a long post, grab some popcorn and let me tell you the story of how your parents met. Somehow, it wasn't in a nuthouse but you'd think that huh?

Alright, let's get to it then!

Karma and Kanade didn't meet formally technically until the Utsuroshima Killing Game. But Karma was a fan of Melody Rhythm during his years at Hope's Peak before the Tragedy happened. The twins are a bit older than Karma, but not by much. TLDR; they're all essentially adults by the end anyways.

Karma was thrown into the Utsuroshima game because of Mikado wanting to revive Junko in some form. Consider it something like him wanting to revive Utsuro through Yuki. At this point, it was hard to not know who the Remnants of Despair are. And Karma hasn't exactly healed from the Jabberwock game. He hasn't even healed from losing Chiaki two times, it's an open wound that often leads to arguments between Kanade and Karma later on.

At first, Karma avoided contact with anyone in the game, when Yuri dies - that's when things really start to get his attention. He didn't care much for the victim or blackened, he was looking forward to the executions. Although Mikado erased his memories of the Jabberwock game, Karma was always twisted in liking death. Considering his whole upbringing was spent running for the most part. And observing Kanade in the trials made Karma want to get to know her even more. Fearing that he was going to get attached, he didn't say much to her at first but the more he started spending time with her and Hibiki, the closer he felt to them. It had been years since he's fallen in love with anyone, especially after Chiaki died. And she was the first person that Karma was in love with, so falling for Kanade was kind of scary to him.

Chapter 2 is when they really bonded, over Kokoro's death. Plus teaming up on Emma, you could say that Karma fell in love with her smarts. And the ability to be a smartass at the same time. But it's funny how...they start getting closer to being in a relationship within the game also by not even knowing that they've met before cause Karma went to one of their concerts back in the day by the time they arrive on the third island.

And that's when everything went wrong; Setsuka dying, Karma witnessing the twins kill her, being the fall guy for their plan. Before their execution, Karma wasn't able to tell Kanade that he loved her. Kanade didn't want to leave Karma in the dark about everything but she still went ahead and burned the note, internally apologizing to Karma about leaving him stuck with the imbeciles. Insult to injury that she sends him off with a kiss before she's dragged off to the execution. Shinji has to hold Karma back from jumping into the execution to save the twins, but after they die, he goes emotionless. Not fully but it starts declining after Shinji's death. Initially wanting to just end it all so he doesn't have to deal with the killing game anymore, he starts having hallucinations about Kanade.

He does survive the game and when he manages to get out of the pod, he does indeed wait by Kanade's pod. Realizing and remembering how she really looked like (i.e. her adult look, y'know, the jean jacket style.) and remembered that he once went to a concert of theirs with a sign asking if she'd marry him (she said yes). Karma's just waiting....waiting for Kanade to wake up. tragic when this isn't dr2 huh

I am open for follow up asks.

[iluvnewports]

Heart Spurs

You and Arthur were never meant to be. But, despite everything, you can't help yourself.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ

Arthur Morgan is a solemn man. He knows he isn’t good, and he has no intention of being good. Even for you. And you know that.

Maybe that’s why you feel so betrayed by your own feelings. 

He’s never tried to change himself or lie saying he’ll be better; Arthur is or isn’t. And that’s what made it so hard. You’ve always thought that, a love like that? It’s enough to change a man. But apparently, you were wrong. 

Every time he comes around, hoping maybe you will too, it only breaks you further. You wish he’d just stay away, but he doesn’t; he won’t. He never will. 

Arthur found himself in and around Saint-Denis, for business of course. It always is. He had sent you a letter in hopes you two could meet again. You give in as you always do. For such a hard man, he held such a soft spot for you. Vice versa. 

You two meet no place in specific, just some road in town. He has flowers for you, some he probably stole, you think to yourself with a grin as you accept them. Some English Mace and some Hummingbirds sage, all held together with twine. You smell them, smiling to yourself. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Mr. Morgan.” You smile into the bundle of flowers. It feels like it’s the first time all over again, it always does. Your heart betrays your own mind as you smile foolishly. 

Arthur lets out a low chuckle, resting his hands on his belt as he looks you over, hat shading his face beneath the bright sun. His chuckle leads to a sighing breath out. “I could say the same thing, darlin’.” 

He turns, gesturing you forward with a hand on the small of your back as he guides you down the street. The soft fabric of your dress is foreign to his calloused hands. “How long it’s been, miss? Two, three years?” 

“Somethin’ like that.” You nod, holding the bouquet close to your chest. “About two and a half, give or take.” You shrug. 

“How’s your father?” 

You think on this, another shrug, though this is more indifferent. “He’s okay. Drinking more since ‘Ma died.”

Arthur stiffens at this. He knows it’s a sore subject, your mother dying, especially considering it’s around the time he walked away from you again. Guilt twists in his chest everyday over it. He left you at your worst, at your lowest, yet you’re somehow still here giving him the time of day. Always with a smile. 

“I’m real sorry about that.” Arthur says lowly, his hand falling from your back as his eyes stay strayed towards the ground. “For everything.” He adds in a murmur, hardly audible. 

You tsk. “Going solemn on me, Mr. Morgan?” Your tone is sarcastic. 

“You really are too good for me, you know that?” He smiles. “Always with a smile on your face while the knife twists in your gut.” 

You smile with a nod. “So I’ve been told.” 

“That’s my girl.”

You blush at this before letting out a long-winded sigh, which Arthur can decipher exactly. The wedge of silence between you two grows and stretches as you walk, the sound of the bustling city around you ringing in your ears. The pavement beneath your feet is sturdy, your boots clicking heavily on the side street. 

“Anything in particular you wish to do?” You ask. This revives the conversation and the previous mood. There was an underlying bite to it, but it's better than tense silence and knowing you’re upset with one another. 

The past has passed, so why can’t you?

Perhaps you can start by not giving Mr. Morgan the time of day after everything he’s put you through. But you only quiet that voice in your head. 

“I have a few ideas.” Arthur watches a trotting horse trot by with its owner. “Maybe one of those moving picture shows. I’ain never seen one before.” 

You snicker. “Not surprising. When’s the last time you got a little culture in ya, mister?” 

Arthur rests his hands on his belt again, another small laugh falling from his lips as he looks to the ground in a small blush. You were always pushing him to do things like this, to show him the beauty of life and others. He always did it for you, to make you happy.

“A while.” Arthur admits, scratching the back of his head which causes his hat to tip forward. You like the way he talks; he says so little yet it always says so much. You look at him, squinting with the sun in your eyes. He looks quite handsome, that you can admit. 

His beard is far past a stubble but isn’t too long, though his mustache is a bit fuller. His jar is sharp and his hair is shorter than last time you saw him. The sides are shaved down while the crown of his head holds longer strands, his hair pushed out of his face in a sort of cowlick as small strands frame his face. 

He looks dapper too: Black leather gloves matching his black tie and leather vest, the cuffs of his rust-brown button-down rolled up to his elbows. His forearms, they’re so tan and defined. 

You catch yourself staring, it isn’t proper. Not for a lady. You look back down the street, it’s a little warm today. You wonder if he regrets the black leather. If he regrets coming here to see you. 

You’re both standing outside the tent of the picture show, looking over the sign. “A quarter?” You scrunch your nose in disgust, scowling. “Next thing you know they’ll be asking us to sign away our own lives.”

Arthur lets out a small laugh at this, nodding. “I reckon,” he murmurs, pulling out two quarters and flipping them at the man in the booth. You're still holding your bouquet. 

As you walk within the tent, you raise them to his attention. “What am I to do with these?”

Arthur gives them a once over, gently pulling them from your hands. He plucks a big yellow flower from the top before throwing the bouquet into a nearby trash bin. You gasp, furrowing your brows in anger as he gently places the flower in your hair, just towards the side of your crown. 

“I resent that, Mr. Morgan.” You pout at your gift being tossed aside so thoughtlessly. He smiles, charming you as always as his hand moves to the small of your back to guide you into the showing room.

“If it means so much to you, I’ll get you more.”

An eye roll escapes you, improper, sure, but you can't help yourself. The two of you settle into your chairs next to one another, the grainy, black-and-white picture ticking down. It’s mute, the only sound between you two being your own breaths. 

You surprise yourself because halfway through the show, you gently place your hand atop his. You two look at one another and his eyes grow soft whenever he sees you, something you recognize from long ago. Your heart feels heavy and warm in your chest all the same. 

You watch the movie and all he can do is watch you. You catch him numerous times, a smile peeling across your face which you try to fight. 

The showing is quick, maybe about ten minutes. You two leave the tent, laughing with one another as you discuss the movie. Arthur is beyond impressed with it all, propping his elbow with you holding onto it as you two walk down the street. You recognize how familiar and normal it all feels, being with him again. 

“Are ya hungry?” Arthur asks. 

You purse your lips in thought, looking ahead as you continue to walk. “Perhaps a little. What says you?”

His head tilts as he looks down at you, a lopsided grin creeping on his face as the corner of his mouth turns upright. “Starvin’.”

Your lips purse into a smile. A lot of smiles have been passed around today. Your cheeks hurt. They’re pink.

“Why don’t we go ridin’?” You ask suddenly. 

“Ridin’?” Arthur stops, the two of you standing as people walk around you, like a gentle ocean surrounding you. He rubs at his chin in thought, stroking at his beard. “I suppose we could. Anywhere specific?”

You shake your head, looking between both of his eyes. A cold steel blue-green. “No.” You say softly. It’s been too long since you two have ridden together since you’ve had a ride at all. Arthur nods to this. 

“C’mon then.” Arthur jerks his head in the opposite direction, guiding you back around and off towards his horse. He adjusts his hat atop his head. 

“Do you wish to eat first?” You ask, trying to be considerate.

Arthur is quick to answer. “No.” He rests his gruff hand atop yours on his forearm as he escorts you. His fingers soothingly rub the back of your palm as he looks at your hands between you. 

“Perhaps I can lead?” You ask slyly. Thinking of him saddling behind you, gripping onto your waist as you lean forward, rushing the steed. 

Arthur lets out a hearty chuckle at this, shaking his head. “I don’ think so, miss.” 

“That so? The thought emasculate you?”

“None of that, no.” He stops just shy of his horse, turning to look down at you as he grabs at its lead. “Just thought you’d like to remember what it’s like to ride with a real cowboy.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, face coated in a light blush as he unties his horse. Soon thereafter, he lifts you up onto the saddle so you’re riding side saddle, the side of your knee resting on the leather as he continues to climb up just in front of you. His horse is beautiful, a brown and white Affaloosa if you had to guess. The white is speckled down its neck and across its back, its hair white to match. 

You pat near its rear, rubbing softly as you begin trotting at a gentle pace. “She’s beautiful. Gotta name?”

Arthur goes up to pet the side of her face, patting her. He pauses before answering. “…Scout.” 

You nod, continuing to pet the horse as she walks with a sway in her step. “That so?” You ask, your voice growing somewhat solemn.

 “And I suppose it’s a coincidence that it’s my mother’s maiden name?”

“It keeps you close to me.” He says quietly, still rubbing the horse's neck. “She always did like me better.” 

You exhale gently. It doesn’t upset you, simply catching you off guard. Scout begins to pick up her pace, so you decide to stop petting her and lean into Arthur’s back, wrapping your arms around his abdomen as you inhale. He smells as he always has. Tobacco, mostly. Your temple rests against him as he rushes Scout, causing you to vibrate and rock within the saddle. 

You let your eyes fall close as you feel Arthur reach a hand down to cover your two interlocked hands, gripping onto you like his belt as the other holds the horse’s reins. You can feel the wind pushing your hair back, likely causing loose strands to fall from your pinned-up hair, but you don’t really mind. The wind wisps past your ears, booming into your eardrums, almost soothing you. 

The stray flower in your hair comes loose and you open your eyes just in time to watch it fly away from you, just like everything always has. 

You mourn the lost flower for a moment, despite there being hundreds like it in the grass around you. But it was your flower. It’s interesting how quickly something can become sacred, even when there’s nothing special to it at all. 

What made Arthur Morgan so special? 

What separates him from the hundreds of men already wanted? He’s not a good man, a kind man. He doesn’t want to be, need to be, have to be. He’s killed people, robbed them blind. You’re no stranger to that. 

What made you so special?

Perhaps it’s a curse, to love a man who you may never have. Maybe you’re paying for something you can’t quite remember. Sins long before you were even born. 

And did he truly love you, too? Just as deeply? Or is it no more than a mission, breaking you just as easily as it is for him to rob a man?

He’s fiercely loyal, that you do know. But to whom?

To Dutch, of course, that much you know. But what about you? Would he… kill you if Dutch so much as asked?

You don’t think you even want to know. 

“You’re quiet.” He speaks his observation into the wind which carries his voice to your ears. “What’re ya thinkin’?”

“Nothin’ in particular.” You mumble. You’re not even sure if he can hear you, probably only able to feel your words vibrate into his vest. 

After a few more moments of riding, you feel yourselves begin to slow down to a light trot. You let out an easy breath. You finally lift your head from his back, looking at your surroundings. You’re in the countryside, small white clovers surrounding you all as a stream rushes close by. It sounds soothing, puts you at ease. 

You break your hands apart and pull them from around his abdomen as Scout comes to a standstill, Arthur jumping down and grabbing you by your waist to help you down as well. 

“What a gentleman,” You say dryly, dusting off your skirt as you look around. There are a lot of wild clovers and flowers around. 

Arthur pats his horse and you find yourself sitting in the grass, tucking your legs beside you as you adjust your skirt. You look up to Arthur with wide eyes. 

He tucks a loose strand behind your ear, probably one that flew out during riding. He bends down, crouching in front of you as he rests a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb just beneath your eye. 

“I…” He speaks, trailing off as he huffs out. Whatever it is, he can’t bring himself to say it. You look between both of his sea-green eyes, both of you slowly lurching forward until your lips meet in the middle. 

A slow, tender kiss is shared between you, your lips dragging slowly apart so he captures your bottom lip gently, suckling at it softly before letting it go and pressing his warm, plump lips back against you. His hand cradles your face, still crouching as his other hand pulls you into him, palm pushing against the back of your head. 

You sigh into his lips as he moves his gentle kisses towards the side of your face, kissing your cheeks and down to your chin and jaw. You shake your head, pulling away as you push against his chest. 

“I can’t,” You breathe out, head still shaking. “I can’t, I’m sorry.” 

Arthur swallows with parted lips, looking over the worry soaking in your face. He falls into a kneel, still holding your face. He shakes his head back. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow down a knot in your throat, it’s almost painful. “Arthur.” You feel disconnected from your own words. He looks between both of your eyes, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“You can’t. We can’t.” You shake your head, grabbing his hand from your face and holding it in your own. You want to cry. 

“Okay.” He nods. He understands, he just got lost in the moment. He respects you enough to stop, to not question you. You know this, but it only frustrates you more for some reason. 

“It’s not okay…” You trail, shaking your head in frustration as you push his hands away, not harshly though. “This isn’t okay.” 

“I don’t know how you mean.” 

You’re silent and you can’t find it within yourself to look at him. Arthur sits down across from you, his knees bent upwards as he watches you fiddle with the clovers near your skirt. You need to say something, trying to find the courage within yourself, but how can you when you lose yourself every time you look into his eyes? 

“Why did you ask me here?” You ask, still avoiding his gaze. 

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers. 

“You don’t get to say that.” You pause, shaking your head. “Not to me.”

Arthur doesn’t say anything. The flowers beneath your fingertips are frail, it almost makes you breathe out a scoffing laugh. Is this how he sees you?

“I think of you every day.” You murmur, shrugging to yourself. “And every day, I’m reminded you’ll never be mine. Not entirely…

“Does that make me selfish?” You look at him with large eyes, glossy from holding back your teary grief. 

Arthur shakes his head. You’re the least selfish person he knows, you’re selfless. Perhaps too selfless, at that. Because if you were the least bit selfish, you would’ve been done with him long ago. You would’ve never agreed to meet him today. 

“Why does it have to be this way?” You ask, this time it isn’t rhetorical. 

“I don’ know.” Arthur looks down at your hands, watching them pluck grass strands. He grabs your hand, gaining your attention so you’re forced to look at him, something you’re not brave enough to do on your own.

“I’ve lived a bad life.” He nods sternly, accepting the weight of his words. Your heart lurches in your chest, tears building in your eyes so your eyesight is blurry, though they don’t overspill just yet.

“But you’re the best thing that I’ve ever done with myself.” 

You fold your lips inward in an attempt to keep the tears back. You nod, sniffling. You break into a bitter laugh, smiling as tears break your eyes and stream down your cheeks. Arthur pulls you into him, shushing you as he places a hand on your head, rubbing your temple with his thumb. He closes his eyes, exhaling. 

The two of you sit in silence in this beautiful field, the wind whistling past your ears as you breathe gently.

“I’ve missed you too.” You whisper into his chest, sniffling as he continues to soothingly rub your back and head. You turn your body to look out at the skyline as he holds you in his lap. How can a criminal with so much blood on his hands be so comforting?

“You’ll never change, though.” You recognize aloud. 

Silence. He snakes a hand around your abdomen, fingers digging into your side, though it doesn’t hurt. He sighs. 

“No.” He pauses. “I won’t.”

You sniffle, laughing to yourself. “…Why?”

Arthur exhales. “I…”

He pauses, closing his mouth for a moment. You already know his answer. You begin to speak before he can finish.

“Is it all more important? More than me… more than us?” 

“No.” He’s quick to answer. “No, of course not.” 

“Then…” You shuffle in his lap, back laid against him as your hair whips in the gentle breeze. “Why can’t you?”

“It was a pact made long before I met you.” He sighs. “When I met you, everything had changed. I changed. I wanted—want—to be the man you need.”

Arthur cradles your face from behind and you lean into his touch. “But I’m not sure I ever can be.”

You pinch your eyes shut as you soak in his words. Your mouth opens to protest but it only snaps shut again when you realize it’s all so pointless. Nothing you say can or will change his mind. You’ve tried everything: and nothing has worked. 

You’re so comfortable. Your mind can’t wrap around the fact that this may be the last time you see him; at the least, for the next few years. Your heart is heavy as tears begin to spill over again, crying with a stone face so as to not alert him. 

Why can’t he make it easy?

“I’ll come with you, then.” Your words leave your lips before you can even realize or stop yourself, though you don’t think you would anyway. 

Arthur pauses his movements, going stiff beneath you as his breath catches in his throat. “What?”

“I’ll come with you.” You restate calmly, continuing to look forward and act as if you can’t feel the way his body has gone shell-shocked. 

“D’you mean that?” 

You watch the skyline, birds circling, and clouds creeping slowly. The sky is clear and blue, the sun shines down into your eyes as you squint, and despite your blurred vision due to your tears, you can appreciate the beauty of a day like this. Scout grazes in the corner of your eye, eating grass as a rabbit scurries by in the distance. A brown rabbit. 

Your stomach growls. You can feel your hair grazing your cheek, it tickles. You wish you never gave up painting, you’d wish to remember this moment forever.

“Of course.”

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello and congratulations for the 750 subscribers. Could I request scenario 12, 10 NSFW dialogue with Ace? Otherwise, always with Ace, scenario 5 and dialogue 11 fluff. No pressure, take your time and chance to decline my request.

So I wrote the second one because I was having a hard time with the NSFW (will probably still write the second one, it'll just take more time)

Warnings: Marineford spoilers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, death

Word Count: 960

     It had been 2 years since that day, since the day you’d lost everything. He’d been your life, your world, your heart, your everything. At first, you’d refused to believe it, you’d called Marco a liar but you’d already known he wasn’t lying, you’d known the moment you stopped feeling the rhythmic pulse against your hand. Furthermore, the large burn hole in his chest left no room for interpretation or denial, it left no chance at revival, the love of your life, Portgas D. Ace, was dead. You’d sobbed for weeks after, locked away in your room while the other Whitebeard pirates attempted to take out Blackbeard. When they’d found him, you fought with all you had, you wanted your own revenge now. He’d killed one of your best friends, he’d captured Ace, he’d lead to Ace’s execution, and whatever he’d done to Pops to take his power. You wanted him dead. But you failed. Just like you’d failed to save Ace, you’d failed to kill Teach. For a while, you’d wandered from place to place, not sure what else to do. The Whitebeard Pirates were scattered to the wind, not that you were certain you would have stayed without Ace, you didn’t want to go back to your island, and you didn’t have a crew to sail with, another thing that you weren’t sure you’d want to do without Ace. You were lost without him. Once again, you caught yourself rubbing the ring on your left hand. He’d called you his soulmate when he presented you with the ring… when he’d proposed. From that day until his death, whenever you were worried about him, you’d rub or play with the ring, it’s beat soothing you, reassuring you that he was alright. While you no longer felt his heartbeat through the metal on your hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to take it off. Biting your lip, you tried to hold the tears back, you didn’t have time to cry right now, nor was the middle of the street the place to break down into sobs. Gathering yourself together as best you could, you hurried back to your temporary home. You’d moved to Foosha village, wishing to learn more about what Ace was like as a child, anything to feel close to him again. 

     At first you’d thought the heartbeat that you’d felt against your hand was just your mind playing tricks on you, a sorrow induced hallucination. Until Dadan asked why your ring was pulsing. Then you’d thought that maybe someone had found it and put it on. Except the rings were keyed to you and Ace and he’d been buried with his. You’d run through a dozen possibilities, trying to explain why it was pounding away again, but the only conclusion you’d reached was that somehow, someway, somewhere, Ace was alive. Without his striker or his devil fruit powers, it took him a few months to sail back to Dawn Island. Thankfully, Marco had told him where you’d gone, the young man glad that he didn’t need to go looking for you. Not that he wouldn’t have, he would have scoured the earth for you, but he’d rather be reunited with you sooner rather than later. Ever since the ring had started up again, you’d waited at the docks, hoping that you’d see him on the horizon. The moment his boots hit the dock, you were tackling him, sending him stumbling backwards, almost knocking him over as tears spilled down your face, soaking his chest. Ace put you down, pulling his old yellow shirt out of his pack, trying to wipe your tears away, only for more to take their place.

     “How?” you asked, smiling at him as he continued attempting to dry your tears.

     “Dunno. Just woke up on a hill a couple months ago at the base of my own grave.” he said with a shrug, just as confused as to how he was alive as you were. You laughed, trying to wipe your tears away, happy to have him back.

     “I missed you so much. You were gone and I didn’t know what to do, I was so lost without you.” you said, the tears slowing as you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Ace gave you a sad smile as he caressed your cheek.

     “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to leave you like that. I’m sure you’re mad at me for dying like that, and I know that when we… the whole till death… but I’m technically, I mean, are we still… do you want to still-” you silenced the boy with a finger against his lips, a soft smile on your lips

     “Just kiss me already, Ace” you whispered, caressing his cheek. Ace smiled, pulling you close, his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. The two of you stayed lip locked until you had to breathe, only to pull each other back in again and again once you’d gulped some air down. Neither of you knew, or cared, how long you stood there, kissing each other repeatedly, holding each other, only that it still felt like it wasn’t enough. 

     “I promise, I’ll never leave you again. People still think I’m…” Ace cleared his throat as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, “So I mean, we can find somewhere quiet together. Well, hopefully not too quiet, but like, Mt. Corvo is pretty nice, I know it’s not really-” you cut him off again, this time with a soft, sweet kiss.

     “Anywhere is perfect so long as you’re with me.” you said softly, resting your head against him, simply happy to hold him again. He was back with you, you didn’t care how, just that he was with you once more. 

[volcaromii]

Day 4: Zombies an blood

The drawing event @alt-zadr-b1tch3z It ends today, so here I leave yesterday's drawing.

I hope you like it 💖

And now a fanfic 💖 zombie theme 🧟‍♂️

The streets were empty, without any sound, without cars, without birds, without children running. The apocalypse had begun a long time ago. Zim's base had fallen just like the home of the Membrane family.

Dib was left alone, Zim could no longer use technology and his chances of communicating with their leaders the tallest red and purple every day was more impossible. Somehow one day searching for supplies, little Zim came across Dib, a young adult who looked very different from the boy he knew before the zombie apocalypse.

After a little discussion they decided to stay together, Zim no longer needed to wear a disguise and in Dib's house there was still enough technology to maybe repair the ship and escape from earth.

They walked in silence, holding hands so as not to stray away, In a long time they had not seen another intelligent being or one that did not try to devour them,

Arriving at Dib's house, something was heard in the bushes at the entrance, a trembling and whispering voice, which made your blood run cold when you heard it. - Ziiiimmmmm.... Friend, best friend..... Zi imm... -Keff came out of the bushes, His lifeless eyes landed on Zim who was hiding behind Dib. Stretching out his broken hand, Keff tried to take Zim by force, before he got to the irken Dib hit him hard with a baseball bat, gouging out one of his eyes from the impact,

Zim- Dib I think he's looking for Zim because of the eyes i implanted on him

Dib- You did what?! When?! What you did put... Eyes?!

Zim- It was years ago, he has irken technology in his eyes and since he's dead he's looking for Zim

Dib- We'll talk about that later! Now enter the house!

They entered the house and closed the door behind them. They closed the door as best they could, and sat quietly on the floor waiting for Keff to leave the place.

Night came, and Keff was still at the entrance trying to open to get Zim out, with whispers they began to speak trying not to be heard.

Dib- I'm beginning to believe that it's not because of your technology that he's looking for you

Zim-Why else would it be?

Dib- Well before this happened, he was looking for you to ask you If you wanted to have a date with him

Zim-Do you think he started this problem because of that?

Dib- No, well, he didn't start this problem, it was me.

Zim-what are you talking about?

Dib- I found a book, a very strange one and it said how I could revive my mother, (Starts to sob) and now I don't have anyone anymore, my whole family has fallen under that stupid spell and I....

Zim- Don't cry or it will be easier for others like Keff to hear us

Dib-I don't know what to do anymore, all I wanted was to see her again, she was the only one who supported me

Zim- Well, since I, Me the Incredible Zim, know why this came to be, maybe I can fix it. tell me exactly what you did

Dib-So you think?

They went down to the basement, finding the place where Dib did the ritual and in the middle of the room the body of a woman similar to Gaz was lying down, breathing very calmly and Showing a lifeless white-eyed look, but not moving.

After reading and reviewing hundreds of books on the subject, Zim managed to decipher an ancient language, very strange and very similar to Irken. With this new information, they began to perform a new rite.

Holding hands over Mrs. Membrane's body, they recited an ancient chant, the cellar walls began to shake and crack, dust fell on both of them, it seemed that the whole house would fall on them.

The ground beat under his feet, everything began to shake and when the chant ended, the noises of zombies were no longer heard, No noise was heard at all. Breaking the silence a delicate voice was heard

Mom Membrane- Son, it's you, I... i'm a live

Thanks for reading, sorry that it's so short and that I'm two days late but better late than sleepy

[mccall-muffin]

Hello my love! I saw your tags about more Lipton content, and since you're looking for prompts, I was wondering if I could request something with him? Because you are absolutely right, he needs more fics 😌 Fluff, angst, anything - it's up to you! 😉 Thank you bestie! 💕🕊️

Well, well, well - I guess, that one's on me 😋😋 Thank you so much for the request, love 🥰

This is for you my bestie @softguarnere! I really hope you like it and as for the topics...: why not a little bit of everything!

What lasts long finally becomes good // Carwood Lipton x Reader

Warnings: Language, War, Fluff

January 16, 1945 - Rachamps, Belgium

You sit in the church and stare at nothing, completely downtrodden. The last month was pure horror, and now you're glad to have a roof over your head for the first time in a long time. You already thought that your limbs couldn't get warm anymore, but now this seems to be the case. With half an ear, you listen to the choir organized by the nuns, but the sound of the explosions is still ringing in your head.

You rest your elbows on your legs and rub your face.

"Here," someone in front of you then says, and you look up. It's George, holding out a cup to you. "Hot coffee... Should revive your spirits," he adds, and you accept the cup gratefully. George drops down on the bench beside you and sighs deeply. You carefully bring the cup to your mouth and sip. The warm liquid flows through you, warming you from the inside. "That was just what I needed," you say softly, smiling tiredly at George from the side. "I'm glad I could help."

The two of you sit silently next to each other, continuing to stare at each other and sip your coffee. Suddenly, George nudges you and points his head forward. You spot Lip and Speirs talking to each other when you look up. "What do you think it's about?" asks George, and you shrug before averting your eyes again.

"Everything okay between you and Lip?" Now you look at George again. "I don't know," you sigh after a while. "I haven't talked to Lip since... Not really talked to him since the incident with Hoobs." George frowns. "Why is that?" You shake your head, sighing. "I don't know. I had my duties, and he had his, I guess." "Y/N..." "Just leave it alone, please, George," you interrupt him immediately.

Lip and you got along very well from the beginning. Since the first day, you joined them in Toccoa. In the start, Lip was just your friend, but as time passed, you quickly realized that you felt more for him than friendship. The men noticed this too, and of course, they didn't let it stop them from teasing you about it.

You were sure Lip felt the same way about you as you did about him, even though he never told you or moved in that direction. He's too reserved and correct for that, precisely the qualities you value so much in him.

Even when you went to war and faced the threat of one of you dying almost every day, that didn't change. Except for occasional hugs, light hand-holding, or intimate conversations in the foxholes, nothing more ever happened. You share Lip's opinion here that this has no place in war. And yet your feelings have not vanished into thin air; no, they have only intensified since then.

You dare another glance at Lip, who is reading something but seems to sense your gaze because, at that moment, he raises his head and looks at you.

For a few seconds that feel like hours, your eye contact lingers. Then you break off, zip up your jacket, and leave the church. "Hey, where are you going?" calls George after you, but you ignore him.

Outside, you fight back the tears. Your breathing quickens, and with trembling fingers, you light a smoke. Immediately, the cold creeps back into your body. With your free hand, you rub your arm, trying to warm it somehow. As you blow out the smoke, you shiver.

"You shouldn't be out here. It's warm inside; you can warm up there. We've spent enough time in the cold for now.,"

You don't need to turn around to know who is followed outside. Keeping your eyes fixed on the house across the street, you take another drag of your smoke. "Ah, now you're talking to me?" you ask, your lip quivering. Lip steps closer to you. He doesn't say anything at first before standing right next to you. "Y/N... I... I didn't know what to do..." Now you look at him but immediately turn away from him again.

Your eyes start to burn again. Hoobs was your best friend. You loved spending time with him. He was funny and always upbeat, and through him, you could forget the horrors of war for a while. And then came that fucking Luger. The fucking Luger he was talking about since fucking Normandy. And on which he finally got his hands on. You were with him in his final seconds, at least. You held his hand and tried to comfort him. You told him that everything was going to be okay. When he was gone, you were angry. Angry with him that he broke his promise that you two would go home together after this fucking war is over. Angry at the Krauts, for having these stupid guns everyone wants to get. Angry at god that he took your best friend.

You sat in your foxhole for hours, waiting for Lip to come to you and hold you, but he never did. He never told you that he will be there for you, no matter what happens. He never held you, rubbed your back, and told you that the place Hoobs is now is much safer and nicer than the cold hell you were in. He just never came to you.

Lip hesitantly raises a hand and wants to put it on your shoulder, but you immediately take a step away from him. "I needed you, you know," you say quietly, your eyes fixed on the floor. "I know," he whispers back. "And I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I just didn't know what I could say or do to help you." "You didn't have to say or do anything; you just had to be there."

You look up at Lip again. "I felt so alone when - when Hoobs was gone. And then Bill and Joe and Muck and Penkala, too... I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't know how to survive the whole thing. I know you had to do a lot, Lip, with Dike and all, but..." You break off. "But you still needed me." You nod. "I still need you."

Now you look at him again. Tears glisten in your eyes. Lip blinks a few times before closing the gap between you and hugging you. You bury your head against his chest and wrap your arms around him. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. It won't happen again, I promise. Do you forgive me?" You nod. "I would forgive you anything, Carwood."

As you break away from each other again, you quickly wipe away the tear that strayed onto your cheek. Lip smiles softly at you and gently holds your hand as his thumb draws circles on the back of your hand.

Then, however, he begins to cough. And it doesn't sound pleasant at all. You raise your eyebrows. "Come on. Let's get you back inside before you catch pneumonia."

February 5, 1945 - Haguenau, France

As you predicted to Lip, he has indeed caught pneumonia that won't go away.

Exhausted, you sit on one of the beds of the second platoon and wait. Waiting for new orders. Anything. Suddenly, Malarkey comes into the room. "Y/N, Captain Speirs is looking for you," he says, looking at you. Malarkey is even worse off than you are, you realize. You nod to him and stand up.

When you arrive at the CP, you immediately spot Lip snuggled up on a sofa, still looking bad. You smile tiredly at him, then walk up to Speirs. "Captain Speirs?" you ask when you spot him. "Yes, Y/N. I was thinking of pulling you back from the front lines for a moment and stationing you here in the CP," he says, and you look at him in surprise. "You can help Luz and..." He pauses for a moment. "Take care of Lipton. I want him to finally get better."

Speirs turns away from you again and walks over to Winters and Nixon. You look after him for a moment before turning to Lip. You walk hesitantly toward him. "How are you doing?" you ask, and he looks up. He straightens up a bit but then immediately coughs again. "Still the same," he then says. "Can I get you anything?" Lip takes a deep breath and then looks at you again. "A... A cup of coffee would be nice," he says, and you nod before getting him one.

You hold it out to him and then prop yourself on the backrest as you watch him take a sip. "What are you doing here, anyway?" he asks after a while. "Speirs told me to take care of you." Just as Lip is about to say something, someone you didn't expect enters the CP. It's Webster.

George also enters the CP at that moment. "Hey, Y/N, I hear you get to play nurse?" he says, and you look at him, rolling your eyes. Then he, too, spots Webster. "Well, look who's here," he says less euphorically. " Yeah. Sergeant Lipton?" he then turns to Lip. You watch Web closely. "Feeling all right?" he asks, and you stand up. "He's got pneumonia," you say directly, walking up to Web. "I'm sorry to hear that." "What are you sorry about?" you now gift Web and push past him to grab the pot of coffee again to top Lip off. "He's alive; he's got a couch, a blanket, snug as a bug." "Come on, Y/N. Give him some slack," Lip quietly says, and you look at him.

Web looks at you in irritation. You've never been this averse to him before. He clears his throat. "Yeah. Sgt. Malarkey said to check with the CO if I should be in 2nd Platoon." Lip holds your gaze for a moment before turning to Web. "Have a seat, Webster. We'll get you situated."

Web sits down as Lip instructed. "How long have you been sick?" he asks. "Long enough," you interject. "And now let him. Let him get some rest. Speirs will be here in a minute." You watch Lip close his eyes, slightly annoyed. "Y/N? Can you do me a favor?" "Sure." "Find Doc and ask him if he has any penicillin left." You know exactly what Lip's trying to do with this. He doesn't want you to keep giving Web a hard time, which is why he's sending you away. Briefly, you look at him a little annoyed before leaving the CP and looking for Doc.

When you return to Lip a little later with penicillin in your pocket, you quickly realize something is wrong. You immediately kneel down to him. "What's wrong?" you ask, taking his hand in yours. He looks up, and his forehead is adorned with his typical, thoughtful wrinkle that always becomes visible when he's convulsively thinking.

Lip looks around briefly to make sure no one else is listening. "They're planning a patrol to the other side of the river, and they want Malarkey to lead it." "What?!" you ask, surprised. "Malarkey? That... They can't do that! He needs a break." Lip nods at you in agreement.

Then he lifts his hand and puts it on your cheek. "I'm glad you don't have to go, Y/N," he almost whispers, and you don't know if his action comes because of the fever or not. He tenderly strokes your cheek with his thumb and, very gently, your lip. You look at him in surprise. You notice him leaning forward a little, but then you hear footsteps approaching. You look up quickly and pull away from Lip.

Speirs enters the room and eyes you both briefly. "First sergeant? Can you make it to brief the men?" he then asks, and Lip nods. "Yes, I can," he says and stands up with a struggle. "Good, then both of you get a shower right away. You've got the tents set up," Speirs continues, looking at you and Lip. You nod and then follow Lip outside.

February 22, 1945 - Haguenau, France

Lip is finally feeling better. His fever is gone, and the cough is almost gone. You are helping George carry away some boxes when you see Lip join the other officers. He looks at you briefly and gives you a small smile.

"I guess this is it," George says next to you, also looking over at the group. "What do you mean?" you ask, irritated. "Didn't you catch it? Don't tell me you didn't hear it." You continue to look at George in confusion.

"Lips battelfied commission."

Again, you look to the officers. Winters, Nixon, Speirs, and Welsh, who is also back, shake Lip's hand. "Damn, I totally forgot," you mutter to yourself.

"Gonna be even harder for you now, huh?" "What the fuck are you talking about, George?" George has his typical grin on his face. "Well... Two enlisted soldiers between themselves are fine to do what they want... Most of the time, at least. But an officer and an enlisted - I don't know." You punch George on the shoulder. "Shut up, Luz! That's not how it is between Lip and me." "Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that, Y/N."

"Just shut up, George. I'll take these quickly to OP2," you then say, grabbing two boxes before leaving the house.

"Hey," Lip calls after you, following you out of the house. "Hey," you say as well, looking at him and then continuing through one of the alleys. Lip is still following you. "Wait, give me those," he says, reaching for the boxes. When he grazes your hand, however, you are startled and drop it.

You stand there, stunned, and look at Lip. He looks at you, too. And then you don't care. You step forward, take Lip's face, and finally kiss him. Lip, as expected, is completely overwhelmed and taken aback by your action, so you immediately pull away from him. You lower your eyes and take a step back.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I... I shouldn't have done that," you mumble, barely daring to look him in the eye. "Y/N," he says quietly, and you look up again. Lip's expression is gentle, and he smiles slightly before taking a step forward. Now it's he who takes your face in his hands. He studies your face before leaning down and kissing you tenderly.

You put your arms around him and pull him a little closer to you. You feel Lip smile against your lips.

Suddenly you feel his tongue brush your lower lip, and you automatically open your mouth. Lip's hands are on your hips now, and you have yours around his neck. Enjoying each other, you both stand in the alley and kiss passionately.

Then, as Lip pulls away from you, he smiles at you. "That was..." you whisper, but he immediately silences you with another quick kiss. "Late," he then says, which makes you laugh. You lean back against the wall of the house and look at him. Lip bites his lips but can't hide a smile.

"Hey, Y/N!" then calls George, who is just turning the corner. "The boxes aren't going to carry themselves to OP2." Instantly, you're back to reality. "Oh yeah," you say quickly and want to bend down for the boxes, but Lip is faster. "I'll take these," he says, already picking up the boxes. "You know you don't have to do that, right?" you ask, amused, and he nods at you with a smile.

Once you've dropped off the errands at OP2, you make your way back to the CP.

Suddenly, however, Lip grabs you, presses you against the wall, and his lips back on yours. Surprised and out of breath, you look at him. "Who are you? And what have you done with the reticent Carwood Lipton?" you ask, amused, but Lip looks at you. "I love you."

The smile on your face disappears, giving way to exuberance. "What?" Lip, who must have just realized what he said too, becomes slightly unsure. "I... I love you, Y/N." "Holy shit!" Lip raises his eyebrows, then frowns. Spotting his look, you immediately put a hand on his arm. "No, no! I'm... I'm sorry. I just didn't expect that" you say quickly, and Lip hangs his head before taking a step back. "And I didn't mean it," you say with your eyes closed and shaking your head, annoyed at your own stupidity.

You grab Lip by his jacket and pull him to you. "I love you too," you say before kissing him again.

[apocalypticpsiboys]

This is an updated playlist for the Earthbound AU "Everlasting Night"! Includes songs that fit the vibe of Giygas' darkened world as well as some songs for the main protags!

The songs I gave the boys reflect things that happen to them in the AU as well as popular music during their time/their tastes in music!

Hope you all enjoy!! <3

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E V E R L A S T I N G N I G H T

Last Day Under the Sun // Volbeat "Nobody really knows, How many years went by, The lion left it’s home, and now he’s good and fine Another day will come, full of light and desire."

Bad Moon Rising // Creedence Clearwater Revival "Hope you got your things together, Hope you are quite prepared to die, Looks like we're in for nasty weather, One eye is taken for an eye."

Bein' Friends // Mother Soundtrack "When you're lookin' for someone you can rely on, Don't you ever doubt me. I'll be there someway, somehow. That's what bein' friends is about."

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N e s s - The Bane of Giygas A teenager with a huge burden on his shoulders. It's his destiny to put an end to Giygas and bring back the sun, but with no leads, how is he supposed to do that? Before the world ended, he indulged in grunge and rock music. Someday, he dreamed of being the lead singer in his own band.

Smells Like Teen Spirit // Nirvana "With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us"

Alive // Pearl Jam "You're still alive, she said, But do I deserve to be? Is that the question? And if so, if so, who answers? Oh, I, I'm still alive, hey."

How Did You Love? // Shinedown "You can have the sound of a thousand voices calling your name, You can have the light of the world blind you, bathe you in grace, But I don't see so easily what you hold in your heart, 'Cause castles crumble, kingdoms fall and turn into sand."

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L u c a s - The Boy Cursed to Wander Worlds When Lucas and his family were pulled from their own world, none of them could've imagined the events that would unfold upon coming to this new, dark world. Upon meeting Ness, his own small world opened up tremendously. Though he's only ever known sheet music and standard classical music his whole life, Ness has introduced him to a wide variety of genres.

Obstacles // Syd Matters "We played hide and seek in waterfalls, We were younger, we were younger, Someday we will foresee obstacles, Through the blizzard, through the blizzard."

"We Miss You" (Love Theme) // Mother 3 Soundtrack "If I call, if he hears, He will turn towards me, free from his fears. Shine on one dear child, one so very small, One who carries on alone, strong after all."

Spanish Sahara // Foals "Still that summer I cannot bare, And I wipe the sand from my eyes, The Spanish Sahara, the place that you'd wanna, Leave the horror here, Forget the horror here, Leave it all down here."

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C l a u s - Giygas's Ultimate Weapon After his mother was brutally killed, there was no way he could just stand idly by. Taking his trusty Drago Fang knife, he departed into the wilderness. Eventually, he stumbled upon Fassad's compound and befriended Ninten. His music taste is ... a little concerning. His taste was also inspired by Ninten.

Ghost // Badflower "I tried it like before and this time I made a deep cut I thought about my friends and the way I didn't give enough And I shoulda told my mother "mom, I love you" like a good son But this life is overwhelming and I'm ready for the next one"

Mountains // Message to Bears "And we could run away, Before the light of day, You knew we always could, The mountains say, the mountains say."

America Burning // Shinedown "Pray for your family, and cry yourself to sleep, Pledge your allegiance to the flag under your feet, Is this apocalypse now, who let the animals out, Hip hip hooray say something shocking, Who doesn't love a parade, With gasoline and grenades, Don't be afraid it's just America burning."

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N i n t e n - A Light in the Dark He was taken in by Fassad at the start of everything. He hid his PSI from him and did all he could to protect himself. If he could ride this out until the sun came out, then he'd be fine. But when Claus showed up, that's when his plan changed. He grew up during the 80s and as such was a big fan of artists like: Billy Idol, Queen, and Kiss. His mother also listened to the Beatles, which in turn, grew on him.

Here Comes the Sun // The Beatles “Little Darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter, Little Darling, it feels like years since it’s been here, Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right” The Jester // Badflower "Like a jester at the ball, Rubbed my shoulders with the kings, And I was draped in gold and velvet, Bathing in applause as I was jumping through the rings, And then the cooks would sound a bell, And all the kings would lick their lips, But I can't find a place mat, The dinner table's full and there's no room for me to sit." Rebel Yell // Billy Idol "I walked the ward with you, babe A thousand miles, with you I dried your tears of pain, babe A million times for you I'd sell my soul for you, babe For money to burn for you" --- --- ---

BONUS CHARACTERS!!

F a s s a d - New World Order When the world fell, Fassad was there to keep the peace. With his community thriving and reaching greater heights, Fourside is the place to be in this new world. However, if you're unable to conform to it's rigid rules, your place may be revoked.

If you have PSI capabilities, well ... maybe it's best to steer clear ... Not much is known about this mysterious leader.

Emotionless // Red Sun Rising "With lips closed and eyes sealed, You're a sculpture with a pulse, I want to capture your essence, And keep it here forever, Little One And I feel good about you not telling Any one."

Sound of Madness // Shinedown "Yeah I get your an outcast, Always under attack, Always comin' in last, bringing up the past, No one owes you anything, And I think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass, So paranoid, watch your back."

Dangerous // Seether "It's so dangerous, all the blamelessness, And I feel like I've lost all the good I've known, It's so dangerous, all this shamelessness, And I feel like I'm watching a tumor grow." --- --- ---

P o k e y - The Wrong Side of the Tracks When Ness abandoned his best friend, he had to resort to any means to make Ness recognize him again. His actions took him down a dark road, and now he's wound up in Fassad's compound. He's become his self-appointed right hand man, and does all he can to assure a cushy life at the end of the world.

But somewhere beneath that mask, an insecure boy misses his friend most of all. He still recalls the days when they'd play video games and listen to music ... he even still has the CD Ness made him.

Jeremy // Pearl Jam "Daddy didn't give attention, To the fact that mommy didn't care, King Jeremy the Wicked, Oh ruled his world, Jeremy spoke in class today."

Oh Yeah! // Green Day "I got blood on my hands in my pockets, That's what you get turning bullets into rockets, I am a kid of a bad education, The shooting star of a lowered expectation."

Go to War // Nothing More "Screaming at the ones we love, Like we forgot who we can trust, Screaming at the top of our lungs, On the grounds where we feel safe, Do we feel safe?"

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L U C I L L E - A New Hope A mysterious little girl who grew up in New Onett with her parents, friends, and family. The world is still a bit scary, but her dads assure her things will get better ... and she'll be there to see it through.

She loves her pet Ramblin' Shroom, Mushy, loves playing baseball with her dad, and above all, inherited her parents' music tastes.

To All of You // Syd Matters "To all of you, American girls, It's sad to imagine a world without you, American girls I'd like to, Be part of the world around you, Drivin' a car by the seaside, Watchin' the world from the bright side."

Sweet Home Alabama // Lynyrd Skynyrd "Sweet home Alabama, Where skies are so blue, Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to you."

Pollyanna (I Believe in You) // Catherine Warwick "You may say I'm a fool, Feelin' the way that I do, I believe in friends and laughter, And the wonders love can do, I believe in songs and magic, And that's why I believe in you"

[banazirgalbassi]

I realize that if anyone reads this, they will come at me for my negativity, and seeing all the other peoples' opinions on the latest chapter has proven to me that I am definitely in the minority here, probably even the only one who took it so negatively. But I desperately need to vent somewhere, and I have no one to talk to about this.

If I hadn't been curious to see where the plot is going, I would have dropped BSD entirely at this point, because it's more than I can take, and the heartache is unbearable. For three years my only solace in life has been the character of Fyodor, whom I saw as a role model and admired him for his strong will and endurance.

The reason for this is that I am a person with many chronic illnesses, and to see a manga character who lives with a chronic illness, even such a relatively minor one as anemia and overall weak immune system, has still inspired me so much and pushed me to go on. It didn't even matter if he was a villain or a good guy, just that he was human, physically susceptible to disease and hardships, and that he endured them day to day and still accomplished so much.

It was the contrast between his fragile sickly body and his genius sharp mind that made him such an interesting character for me, one I've grown emotionally attached to and actually worried about his fate. To me his supposed humanity and frail health meant everything, and now I just feel robbed and betrayed knowing that it was all a lie, that he is not physically human, but some immortal indestructible entity that can't be killed and is immune to all wounds and hurts.

My last hope is that it is one of his past lives that is shown in this chapter, and a different body, not the one with which he was born in the present timeline. I am clutching to this one possibility. Please let it be his past incarnation, and he is just a human who remembers all his past lives. Or that somehow he fabricated false memories in his head for Sigma to read, and he is not immortal after all. Even time-travel would be a good option, just not... THIS.

Because that would mean that he was probably never a child, he doesn't require food or drink to stay alive, sleep deprivation or cold weather won't harm him, and he is not afraid of dying. He certainly doesn't suffer from any health conditions, because it's likely that all the cells and organs in his body can constantly regenerate, thus making it impossible to get sick and cease to function. Even if something can kill him, he won't stay dead and would revive sooner or later. That sure explains every strange thing regarding him in the story that I ever wondered about.

If losing a favorite character to death was bad enough, then losing him to immortality is infinitely worse, as much as I'm happy that he's alive.

I was hoping he would somehow be saved and survive the helicopter crash and recover gradually in an ordinary way, I was even prepared to accept his death. But it turns out he never even needed saving in the first place, and nothing ever threatened his life, there was no risk for him to die from the poison injection, no risk from all the wounds and the explosion, and he will grow back that torn arm, if it was even really his. He will just revive and come back to life like nothing happened.

Yes, I'm taking it way too seriously, and I should lighten up, it's just an anime story, and it's just an imaginary character. But he was my reason to get up in the morning and keep struggling. Now this reason is gone, and I'm completely crushed. My heart is broken. My worst fear about Fyodor's backstory reveal has come true. He was my comfort character and my coping mechanism, and now I have nothing left to hold on to.

Nothing suggested to me in the plot so far that he was not human, quite the opposite, I was led to believe that he was a regular person, with all his purposeful mentionings of his bad health and anemic constitution, other characters repeatedly calling him anemic, him saying he was afraid of catching a cold, etc. Now I understand it was all done deliberately to camouflage his true nature, and I should have seen all the subtle hints that I preferred to ignore.

I thought he had a complex and tragic childhood back in Russia that shaped his personality and motives. Now, regardless of what his motives are, all the depth and mystery to his character are actually gone for me, as he stopped being relatable to me altogether. The circumstances of his life are different, his mindset is completely different to ordinary humans, and he is now as far from all my headcanons as can be.

I thought that one of the main themes in BSD was the human struggle, exploring what it means to be human, the human psyche, and the ability to persevere in the face of any hardships with the help of friendship. In the case of an invincible character like this there is nothing to overcome, other than loneliness and boredom throughout the ages, but that, too, is different from what a mortal would experience. Even the overpowered Chuuya is still mortal and faces risks, even the regenerating Atsushi and the self-healing Yosano can still potentially be killed.

Why, of all the characters, Fyodor had to be the one to turn out immortal and inhuman? We already have Lovecraft who is definitely not human, Bram who is arguably not human, as well as Chuuya and Verlaine who are questioning or denying their humanity, but who are eventually proven to be human despite everything. So I hoped that at least Fyodor would be left out of this non-human otherwordly creatures category. Moreover, everything now seems to lead to him being revealed as the Antichrist or the Devil himself, which makes it all the more frustrating.

Here I was, simply hoping for a character I could relate to and symphatize with his daily struggles. Now it all feels like a big joke and a farce. All I thought I knew about him has been a lie from the start, it was just a fable I made up in my head, and I have only myself to blame for it. For taking it too close to my heart, for having such a childish and petty way of thinking, for exagerrating the importance of a fictional character in my life, for overreacting to this whole situation.

Yes, it's all my fault and my personal mental issues for which I need to seek professional help, I am aware of that. I will just have to learn to live with this pain and utter emptiness, the hole in my heart where there used to be some hope and comfort.

P.S. I sincerely apologize for all the harsh words and my bad attitude, and I hope it didn't trigger anyone too much. I will probably delete this post later.

And I know that I'm just jumping to conclusions and being judgemental when a huge part of the plot is still unrevealed, and I will be the happiest person in the world to be proven wrong in subsequent chapters, but so far I have the feeling that not much will play out differenly to these assumptions.

[ran-orimoto]

Do you ghave favourite Frontier episodes? If yes would you put them in an order from best to least favourite in the favourites?

Hi, Anon💕. Thank you for the ask! I feel like this will be a bit hard because some weeks ago I tried putting some episodes I like in an order of preference and I failed.

A little premise: what is the Frontier I adore like? Except when it comes to episodes where Junpei and Izumi get spotlight, -obviously I ADORE them-, the “Good Frontier” I really love is the one where everyone interacts with everyone, the chemistries are balanced and well-defined, the kids collaborate and learn how to work in a team.

Regrettably, -block me-, I feel like the group in Frontier worked well when it was made of five people. PERSONALLY, PERSONALLY ,I REPEAT, I don’t feel like Kouichi fits among them. What is his role? What kind of interactions has he built with the others, excluding with Kouji? Sometimes I also used to feel like the team that works so well in Frontier is the one made up by the first four kids. Kouji often felt out of place, especially whenever I watched episodes where Tomoki, Izumi and Junpei supported Takuya. Yet, I grew to like Kouji’s development a bit, just a bit. AGAIN, JUST AN OPINION OF MINE: he’s just not my favourite among the kids.

So first episode I’m really attached to:

1. The Tsunomon episode: Everyone hates it, I’m the only one probably loving it so much. It has got so many flaws, especially in how it deals with Izumi’s backstory, but I can’t help it: I love it with all my heart. The main theme is loneliness and isolation. Even if I would have loved seeing them acknowledging how lonely Junpei is too, just like Izumi, I adore they picked them to build trust on each other in a similar episode. It’s especially so nice to notice the development in their relationship while comparing this episode with the Floramon one: now that Junpei has found his spirit, he can be the goofball he’s supposed to be. Their partnership is just too enjoyable for me to resist, okay?

(• Still in the first place because I’m sorry but——- : The Revival of the Ancient Digimon. Even if it’s not an episode, I need to place this here since I rewatched it the day before yesterday and I was so enthusiastic about it. Frontier’s movie is always a nice place to return to, owning what the anime ride should have always had, without losing its direction. In the movie everyone has got a role, the interactions are vividly represented from Kouji’s and Takuya’s silly rivalry to Izumi being a big sister to them; from Junpei, Tomoki and Takuya being the biggest dorks out there (I LOVE THEM), to Junpei, Izumi and Tomoki confirming themselves to be a team with great dynamics; from Takuya and Junpei SURPRISINGLY agreeing on something for once to Junpei and Izumi carrying the finale of the movie together. Flawless movie. The Frontier of my dreams.)

•2. The Village of the Beginnings: The only episode from the last disastrous arc I hold dear to my heart. The plot was endearing, the main theme can also slightly move me: the concept of hope being put in such innocent beings and eggs that still have to hatch is pretty emotional. Izumi also gets to be useful for once in her life, which is so appreciated🤣💕. The only flaw of the episode is obviously the Kouji/Takuya centrism, but in this case it’s less annoying. There’s actually that nice scene with the 10 spirits collaborating with the accompaniment of “An endless Tale” in the background. Pure poetry.

•3. Izumi’s Beast spirit episode: Yajima got to animate my favourite episodes, like you can notice. Somehow their episodes are exceptionally hilarious and everyone just looks adorable🤣. After an embarassing episode about fanservice I wish it had never been produced, here are we with some justice for Izumi. Ignoring the fact her beast evolution can’t be really considered as such, this episode is a gem in her badly-written arc. The team gets to support her and she realizes how precious everyone around her is💕!

•4. The Black Blitzmon episode: Maybe one of the cruelest episodes in the whole series, in my opinion. Despite having so many flaws in its writing and portraying such ashaming scenes of sexualization for Izumi, I like the way they have built up Junpei’s issues during the whole series up to this episode. It makes me feel so sad to see Junpei pretending to have a nice life, whereas he’s a wreck inside. It’s also…A bit relatable when it comes to my life, but I’m not going to go deeper ahaha.

•5. Bolgmon episode: It would have been much higher if it had featured Izumi doing something. I don’t know, SOMETHING. The philosophy of the hopeless woman being protected by the man does not drive me crazy, especially when the writers of this girl fill their mouth with dialogues about women power. Nevertheless, it’s the apotheosis of Junzumi, it’s the moment my son gets to show his worth and his growth. And of course…The ending scene always gets me near to tears because the vibes were so similar to the Takajuri/ Jurato ones.

•6. Junpei’s and Tomoki’s Grand Adventure: Listen, I love these two. I love Digimon’s personal Mario and Toad having such a heartwarming relationship starting their journey from being the most ambiguous characters of the series. Junpei has got such nice quotes here and I remember I had already fallen so hard for him here. He already shows to be so warped and very grey in his personality. The oldest member convincing the youngest one escaping, because he would feel like an embarassing coward leaving that world all alone. Junpei! Junpei himself who had seen an opportunity to play the main hero for once in his life by pressing YES on his phone. It’s a very interesting episode, surprisingly deeper than what it may look on the surface.

• 7. Izumi defeats Ranamon episode: I realize it has got a very warped picture of what a woman has to be like, but I also realize that’s the kind of culture and view Japan had at that time (and probably nowadays too). However, I’ve grown to like this episode after having watched it twice. It’s a lovely filler that culminates the path of Izumi’s struggles with others. I also acknowledge it probably should be lower, much lower, but the atmosphere makes me feel very affectionate to it, and there are some cute scenes featuring Junpei and Tomoki supporting her. I love those.

• 8. Takuya VS Mercurymon episode: Like you have understood, I’m such a big fan for the main quartet. Maybe I would have appreciated the series more if they had had more time to shine together. I like seeing Izumi, Junpei and Tomoki trying their best to rescue Takuya. Still, this episode also marks the end of the Frontier I enjoy, so it might be very emotional but at the same time it leaves me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth.

• 9. Blitzmon’s introduction: There’s a first part that is so boring I would tear my hair, but when the second half comes this episode takes off. There’s a very entertaining fight between Junpei and Takuya leading Junpei to having to face his sadness. It has got such a weird writing someday I would like to discuss about, also sharing some thoughts of a dear tw friend’s here, but I strongly believe it was an excellent way to conclude Junpei’s first character arc. I appreciate them dealing with his lack of self-esteem and eventually giving him the best spirit entrance of them all. Have you seen him falling off the crane, -another ⚡️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ main character of this episode-, being rescued by the Kokuwamons and landing on the ground like some king🤣? Speaking of the Kokuwamon, Junpei and the bby bonding melt my heart.

• 10: Grottomon appears for the first time episode: This is the first time Kouji collaborates with the gang and starts opening up a bit. The animation is commendable with that incredible ride to the mountain, the vertiginous frames, but I also have to say the world building is one of the best here. The setting is breathtaking, very Miyazakish, but the plot doesn’t really stand out that much when it comes to me comparing it with the other episodes I’ve mentioned. I don’t know why. I just can’t fit this higher despite the fun it made me experience ahaha.

I know, it’s a very long post, Anon, and I’m so sorry but I hope you are satisfied by my reply! I know my tastes are weird, don’t worry🤣💕💕. There are also three other ones I like, though: the Tomoki nightmare one and the two episodes about the trio of losers (The Trailmon episode and, before that, the hamburger one).

The last episode, still animated from Yajima, has got its flaws but I love it with my whole heart. It’s kinda useless to mention it because I believe it’s in every Frontier fan’s heart.

[treehousesinfrance]

Love Leaves Traces - Chapter 9

“Hey Rem, can we tal-”

“Can we do it later? I’m kind of busy right now, Pads.”

Even being dismissive and infuriating, he was attractive. Needless to say, Sirius was not doing very well on the whole talking-to-Remus front. In his defence, his friend was not making it easy. It was somehow worse than before, because he wasn’t even pretending there was anything wrong, just flat out refusing to speak to Sirius about anything other than their friends or class work. 

He was convinced that Remus liked him back however. The way he caught his eye unintentionally or the tips of his ears went red when Sirius ran a hand through his hair. Or spoke French. Or walked into a room. 

So, if he wasn’t going to talk, Sirius was going to make his life utter hell. 

He had perfected the art of eyeliner, styled his hair so it was soft and wavy and smelling of jasmine and vanilla and threw on one of Remus’ sweaters and waltzed into the dorm room wearing literally nothing else. Of course, the sweater was long enough to cover anything unsavoury but the imagination is a beautiful thing, and Remus was known for having a very, very good imagination. 

He bent over to rifle through one of the drawers in his cupboard under the pretence of sock hunting, certain that he had Remus’ undivided attention. Upon turning around, he found that he was correct.

Mouth agape and eyes unfocused, Remus sat perched on his bed, his book sliding precariously close to the edge.

“What book you reading there, Moons?” He said in what he hoped was a seductive tone. 

“Um–” His voice came out hoarse and Sirius could have punched the air. “Uh– ahem, ah it’s Wuthering Heights . Your copy actually. —erm. I didn’t mean to, it’s just that… Is that alri–”

“Oh that's perfectly fine, Remus. Splendid, actually.”

Remus was nodding, staring directly at the ceiling in defiance of the half naked friend in front of him. Sirius had annotated that book meticulously, and as he grew more aware of his feelings, those annotations became heavily centred around Remus. Around loving Remus. He couldn’t ignore him once he’d seen what Sirius had written so plainly.

Splendid, indeed.

“Urgh! Why can’t I get this right?”

Remus tried the spell again. He was supposed to be turning a goblet into a rat, but was only successful in making it grow fur. Peter, thankfully, was absent.

“You’ve got the wand movement wrong. Here–” Sirius reached around Remus, grasping his hand over his wand and rested his head onto his shoulder so he could whisper to him, “Yes. That’s perfect. You’re doing so good, Rem. Just like that.”

The shudder he felt was worth any weird look he revived from James. 

“That’s my boy. So so good” He let his lips brush against the back of his neck.

Remus’ goblet set fire. 

Sirius was in the process of thoroughly cleaning each of his fingers with his tongue, sucking on each diligently, delighting in the way Remus would jump a little in his seat each time Sirius released a finger with a soft pop. It was a blatant display. Some girls from the Gryffindor table were staring unashamedly at him, but he didn’t care. He was only watching Remus whose gaze had gone glassy and lips red from how hard he was biting.

“Merde, Sirius. Les choses que tu me fais…”

Fuck, he was so hot.

“Oh, Remus. Les choses que je pourrais te faire si tu me laissais faire.”

Sirius very much enjoyed flirting with Remus. It was going exactly as he’d hoped. Remus was getting more flustered by the day and Sirius no longer had to hold back on doing all the things he wanted to do around Remus, but even so, he missed him. 

Unless they were flirting, their conversations were still short and forced and Sirius wanted to punch a wall.

Remus. Please will you talk to me? After class?

Sirius levitated the note carefully onto Remus’ desk while Professor McGonnigal was turned. Remus vanished the note after a glance, not bothering to reply.

Remus. Please. I miss you.

Nothing.

Okay fine. I can’t stop thinking about you and that kiss. I know you want to ignore it but I want you and I think you want me too. I don’t really know what it means but can we just work this out together? Whatever I did I’m sorry but please. Just put me out of my misery.

It was brazen, but he was running out of patience. If Remus didn’t know how he felt, then Sirius would make damn sure he was aware that Sirius liked him, in a not so platonic way.

“Passing notes in my class?” McGonnigal snatched the note out of the air before it reached its destination. Sirius’ stomach dropped. Shit shit shit.

“What’s to stop me from reading this out? Hmm?”

“Professor please, it was me. I swear I’ll never do it again. I– I’ll be the best student. I–”

“Mr. Black, please take your seat.” He had apparently stood up unconsciously and sank down slowly, taking in his professor’s pinched expression as her eyes flicked over the note. 

“5 points from Gryffindor” She tucked it away in a drawer at her desk. Sirius felt like he was going to pass out, like there was no blood in his head. For the rest of the class, the voices around him were cloudy and muffled and his hand was clenched painfully around his chair. He hardly noticed when James tugged on his arm. Class was over.

James’ eyes were full of concern. 

“Sirius, what’s happening?” It sounded far away. “Sirius, what was on the note? Are you okay?”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Promise. I just gotta um sit down” He planted himself on the side of the hallway, grasping at the walls, the floor, something to hold onto.

“What’s happening to him?”

“I don’t know. Was he hexed?”

“I don’t think so.”

“He’s freaking out”

“I think he’s having a panic attack.”

“A what?”

Remus reached out, took Sirius' hand and let him squeeze .

“Sirius, you’re okay, yeah? You’re safe. Just breathe with me. Nice and slow. In. Out. That’s good” 

Remus' gaze was steady and focused, the weight of his hand grounding him. In. Out. In. Out. His eyes were brown with specs of blue and a dark ring around the iris. In. Out. His hair was brown with streaks of gold. Soft looking. Perfect. In. Out. He smelled like peaches.

In. Out. 

He came back to himself, overly aware of the students bustling around him, leaving their final class of the day. 

“Sorry. I don’t know what happened.” He ran a hand through his hair. Having an emotional breakdown in the middle of a hallway was not going to make him look good to Remus. 

“You don’t have to apologise.” Why was he being so nice? “Has that happened before?”

Sirius thought back to the bathroom, his room at home, the hospital wing, his Mother, Crucio. “Once or twice”

“Sirius…” Remus pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tightly. He was mortified when he let out a little sob. Remus was running his hands through his hair and he couldn’t help but relax into the embrace. 

James and Peter were standing to the side a little awkwardly. Peter was glaring at anybody who slowed to get a better look and James was ringing his hands, obviously wanting to talk to Sirius but not wanting to let anyone else know his secret. 

Remus muttered over his shoulder reassurances. 

“You’re okay. You’re safe. We love you” and then, “I love you”

He was okay. He was safe. Remus loved him.

Remus loved him. 

After that, things changed. They still weren’t talking about it – Sirius took McGonnigal’s intervention as a sign to let it rest – but Remus wasn’t being as dismissive of him. Embarrassed over the moment in the hallway, he decided to spend more time in his animagus form, where his emotions were less consuming and he could smell Remus on almost every surface of the dorm. 

It was a Saturday when it happened. 

James was at the library being tutored by Lily and Peter was on a date with Bea, so Sirius and Remus had taken up residence in the common room. 

“What the fuck is this?”

“Hm?” Sirius didn’t look up from his book. It was one of the ones Lily bought him.

“When did you put this in here? Is this some kind of joke?” 

The distress in his voice snapped Sirius alert. Remus had Wuthering Heights open, eyes wide in shock. 

“You’ve been flirting with me all week”, he said, “I’ve been trying to– fuck” He dropped the book open onto the sofa and darted out of the common room. 

It was open to a page Sirius remembered, ‘Rem <3’ written carefully in the margin. It was the same one Remus had seen him write all those weeks ago in the dorm. 

He took off running after him, through the castle and out the front gates. It was raining. Of course it was raining. 

He found Remus in a clearing near the lake. He looked frantic, his hair wet and clinging to his face, his breath coming in pants.

“What are you trying to do here, Sirius?”

This was fucking ridiculous. “What am I trying to do!? I think I’ve made it pretty fucking obvious, Rem!”

It was pelting down now. 

“Sirius, you’re killing me. I like you. You know this. Why are you torturing me?”

“You like me?”

“OF FUCKING COURSE I LIKE YOU, YOU IDIOT”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU DO ANYTHING”

“BECAUSE WE AGREED THAT IT WAS A MISTAKE!”

What?

“I AGREED TO NO SUCH THING, REMUS LUPIN. YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO ME! I COULD NEVER REGRET YOU!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT ME?”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

They crashed together. Lips and teeth and tongue. Remus was pulling at his robes, tugging his hair, his hands were everywhere and he still wanted more. The rain was incessant on his skin until he reluctantly pulled away, cursing his body’s need to breathe.

Remus was staring at him, bewildered. His hair an utter mess, wet and spiky. His pupils were blown and his lips red and puffy. Sirius couldn’t believe his eyes. 

“But, in the cupboard, you said. You agreed it was a mistake, to forget it. I didn’t want to lose you. Your friendship. It means so much to me.”

Sirius placed a careful kiss on his lips. He couldn’t help himself.

“The only thing I could think about in that cupboard was how close you were standing to me. Bloody hell, Remus. Do you understand how gone I am for you?” He peppered kisses over his face, his neck. “You’re so perfect, it’s infuriating. Your face and your smile and your— fuck, your freckles and the way you sing , Remus, it’s fucking everything. You’re everything.”

“I’m not everything Sirius. I’m not even a whole person.”

“You’re everything. To me, you’re everything.”

“I don’t deserve you Sirius. You’re too good.”

“Everything”

“Sirius –”

He cut him off with another kiss. 

“Stop being a self deprecating tosser and let me love you”

Remus bit his lip in that way that Sirius loved and smiled and his ears did the thing that Sirius loved. 

“Yeah, okay.”

They kissed until the rain cleared, and then a little while longer until they were frozen to their bones and in desperate need of the warmth of the Gryffindor fire. 

They walked in silence, their hands brushing occasionally, the touch electric. Sirius would never get sick of this. 

“Sirius. I have a question and don’t laugh.”

“I promise I won’t laugh”

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

Sirius could explode. This is the happiest he had ever felt. If he ever needed a patronus, this is the memory he would use. 

“Fuck yes”

[emotionalghostown]

The awakening

He wasn’t just some random stranger; he was a piece of my past. Let’s call him Alex. Alex knew me before life twisted me into someone unrecognizable. He drifted back into my world just as I was pulling myself out of the wreckage that blue-eyed disaster had left behind—the one I’d let break me twice. I was healing, scarred and shattered, struggling to find myself again. And then, like a storm rolling in from nowhere, there he was. Alex.

We started with texts. They were small, tentative at first, just friends reconnecting. But somehow, he managed to reach into my soul faster with each message, reminding me of who I used to be. He could call me out in a way that cut through the mess, showing me parts of myself I’d forgotten. It was like he’d always known I was more than the broken girl my last relationship had left behind. He saw me—even when I couldn’t.

Of course, I fell for him. He revived parts of me I thought I’d lost. And just when he started to show me what it felt like to be valued, to be cared for, he got colder, like he was already slipping away. I felt the storm brewing inside me all over again—the familiar feelings of insecurity, abandonment, confusion.

So I returned to this chaotic, handwritten letter I’d written to myself—a way to make sense of the pain, the rage, the heartbreak. And yet, Alex lingered like a shadow, a reminder that I’d tasted something real, something that felt like love. I spiraled, caught between feeling abandoned and missing him, torn between anger and sadness. He’d promised me the world, and then, as if it were nothing, he was gone, too.

He finally texted me back after days of silence. I’d been there waiting, checking my phone obsessively, feeling the anger and hurt bubble up inside me with each unanswered message, each day that passed. And then he was there—an image, an audio clip, a simple response. I knew, deep down, things were unraveling. He’d talked about engagement, a future, just days before the silence. I wanted to believe him, but my gut knew this was the end.

I loved him, though, with a reckless, desperate kind of love. I dreamed of him, replayed his words, felt the ache of his absence like a phantom limb. I wanted to wrap myself around him, to say all the things I’d held back out of fear of being broken again. But reality had other plans. His life was moving in a different direction, and all I had left were fragments—conversations that once made my heart race but now felt hollow.

For a while, I held on, still trying to text, to call, hoping there was something left. But his replies grew fewer, shorter, until there was nothing at all. I told myself I didn’t need him, but the memories clung to me. I remembered the way he’d make me laugh, how he cried at sad movies, how his eyes lit up when he talked about the things he loved. I remembered the nights he’d hold his phone, whispering words of love that might’ve been lies, but filled me with a warmth I hadn’t felt in years.

And then, he left for good. He faded like a character in a story I’d stopped writing. I waited, hoping he’d return, but somewhere along the way, I realized he was gone. And just like that, the hope I clung to turned into anger—not at him, but at myself. I’d let another piece of me slip away, trusting someone again, only to be left shattered.

Alex was a moment of clarity, a spark in the darkness. Now he’s a memory, a part of my story that taught me more about love than I’d known, even if I wasn’t ready to receive it. I healed, I moved on, but a piece of me will always be his, no matter how many times I rewrite the ending.

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

(not really) poorly explaining every single rhymix character's backstory (to the best of my ability) (part 1)

yeah.

under the cut yayay

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1. Ars Cantate

prince who gets gem that has been passed down from generations to generations by his parents. experiences torture through his evil shadow self. suffers from there.

2. Lucas

really wants to get out of his home nation for god knows how long but can't because the people around him are holding him back so he turns to his best friend (who is still unnamed for now fuck) to help him. ends up getting betrayed by said best friend but manages to escape by himself.

3. Ana

gets backstabbed and used multiple times by others so she decided that, "if they dug her grave, then she'll dig up theirs too."

4. Fate

doesn't have an interesting enough backstory she's just there.

5. Testify/Eternity

was jealous of amazing mighty so she wished that she could have her own nation so that she can finally know what it feels like to be a leader. her wish somehow came true and memoria was a thing lol. also many many centuries later she has beef with tempestissimo and kills him and then regrets it and revives him and becomes eternity. i will elaborate this in detail one day for i am Still fleshing this one out lmao.

6. Galactic

was really upbeat and was besties with spinel but then spinel went missing and then she went cold ooooooooo so so sadddddd

7. Destonio

HOW DID I NEARLY FORGET HIM I'M CRYING. anyways he experiences pain and agony for a few years and gets revealed of The Horrors Of The World™ and grows to hate it. met lumine and was starting to slowly heal but then lumine fucking killed herself and then he became miserable again. ends up killing himself too and then amazing mighty made him a god. good fucking lord.

8. Felicia

no real backstory nothing interesting about her other than she met dahlia and experiences what it feels like to feel Yurious.

9. Dahlia

attempted to off herself but then got stopped/saved by felicia. she then experiences what it feels like to feel Yurious.

10. Dawn

girl finds out about hikaru (who was a popular idol at the time) and then idolizes him and swears to be just like him one day. ends up achieving her goal in the end, but by the time that happened hikaru was already "dead" (or...yk, became a god).

11. Raven

i can't think of one for her yet. i'll think of something eventually. next.

12. Risa

was an angel but then certain events that i have not fleshed out on happened and then she was sentenced to not be an angel any longer and then ends up on rhymix with zero recollection of what happened prior and zero memory of who she is.

13. Unknown Levels

some guy created him but then deemed him unworthy so he just left UL in his old workshop and fucked off to elsewhere. unknown levels was only left with a note saying "main objective of creation: destroy" or something like that idfk.

14. Abstruse Dilemma

raised to be the perfect ruler to the kingdom his parents ruled over at the time, but that gave him pressure and even more depression and anxiety oooooooo. arghena then comes into memoria and snatches him lmao. but don't worry he comes back eventually.

15. Primeval Texture

a bunch of scientists made an experiment using a bunch of elemental pieces of various textures and then conjoined them together to become one. but then those pieces became primeval and she wasn't the result they had hoped for (for whatever reason????) so they discarded her and then she was found by a family and then she got adopted into it yayayayayayaayayayaya

16. Technicolour

used to be such a cheerful kid who loved his family and friends so much. lived in a relatively small neighbourhood that eventually got fucking destroyed in an accident involving the higher ups. before that happened tho techni got sealed away in his protection cube that's in some sort of realm by his father and then boom. he's stuck there for most of his childhood and teenage years. sad. but he gets out thanks to primeval and stasis eventually so yayyyyy

17. Logos

lives in a rich and wealthy family but thinks it isn't worth it since she felt like this isn't the life she sought out for. eventually went on a walk during the rain and found abstruse drenched and alone like a sopping wet cat lmao. eventually becomes friends with him :)

18. Ego Eimi

was a normal angel in heaven until she accidentally did something that she didn't know would be considered a sin. proceeds to get kicked out of heaven and becomes a fallen angel and then she swears she'll get back there eventually.

19. Arghena

random ass bitch from another universe that is NOT rhymix who tries her hardest to appeal to other people in many ways possible, especially at school back then. but nobody noticed her efforts and she then felt like a loser nobody who no one gives a shit about. she then found out she has the ability to look into other universes and then sees abstruse and immediately gets jealous of him because he is everything that she is not. so she travels from universe to universe to find him. eventually comes into rhymix, fucking KIDNAPS ABSTRUSE, AND THEN SETS UP A NEW OBJECTIVE FOR HERSELF: "i'm gonna dethrone amazing mighty lmaooooooo"

20. Transient Space

doesn't have an interesting backstory. youch.

21. Nameless Passion

born from arghena's really weird desires. lmao.

22. TeraVolt

nothing interesting about her she's a FUCKING THUNDER GODDESS FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

23. Tempo

his life is so boring lmao. he made shifta because he wanted to test his coding and building up a robot skills.

24. Shifta

created by tempo so that he can test his coding and building up a robot skills. oh and also so that she can aid and help others and do combat and shit i guess. look i scrapped the thunderriders okay what do you want me to do with their backstories now.

25. Trojan

MALWARE VIRUS TURNED HUMAN WHO CAN GLITCH IN AND OUT OF REALITY AND IS REALLY GAY AND KIND OF TWO FACED. OH MY GOD THIS SOUNDS MORE LIKE ME POORLY DESCRIBING HIS CHARACTER THAN HIS BACKSTORY BUT SHHHHH MOVING ON.

26. Callima Karma

nothing much to say about her. L.

27. Pamolia

shy and timid girl who keeps getting bullied at school no matter if it's middle school or high school. eventually met pupa one day and was really freaked out at first but then accepts him either way. more will be elaborated and shown in side story 4.

28. Pupa/Larva

guardian spirit for pamolia who was originally a normal girl who liked bugs just as much as pamolia did but then got MURDERED BY MANTIS BECAUSE HE HAD TO. FUCK. anyways more of his whole relationship with pamolia will be elaborates and shown in side story 4.

29. Tempestissimo/Momento

was a devil from hell who then did a good deed which is Not what devils were supposed to do so he gets kicked out. ends up in memoria and is scared shitless because he keeps seeing memories of conflict reflected on the glass butterflies and then grows cold and hostile and needs to hurt someone NOW. eventually has beef with testify and then gets killed by her but then she regrets it so then she revived him and then he becomes momento. also now he goes by he/she good for her.

30. Conflict

nothing interesting she's just there i guess whoops.

31. (Jak)Arta

was friends with hikaru but then had to move away and then had slight beef with hikaru about it and then ends up moving away either way but then felt guilty about it. weeks later he finds out hikaru's dead and immediately blames himself for it. he learned to Sort Of move on from it over the years tho and managed to become a train conductor and learn how to like. make his own little robot friend oh my god wow!!!!!!!!!!!

32. Miracle

suffered through abuse by her mother for years on end and when she finally gets out from that situation the damage is already done. eventually gains magical girl powers and is tasked to guard the miracle forest in phi central.

33. Ether Strike

lived a life filled with happiness and good memories but eventually got bored of it. the memories he made gets stored in glass butterflies that flutter around behind him and then one day they all hover over him and trapped him within them to the point where he nearly lost his mind over how bright it is in the glass butterfly seal lmao. gets rescued by ray afterwards. hasn't realized One Thing about him yet tho.

34. Axium Crisis and Lady

axium took lady to the vicious labyrinth in the lost world area because he has been curious about it for god knows how long. gets in, tries to collect all of the conflict glass butterflies with lady, and then he decided to play the hero and literally destroy the labyrinth to the best of his ability to the point where it goes BOOM POUSH KACHOW onto the ground. axium was safe but then lady saw an anomaly and was traumatized ever since. axium felt bad since lady blamed it all on him and then he just. lost his old self and became more hostile and constantly blaming himself for hurting lady.

35. Aegleseeker

tries to find lost light in the area in memoria he lives in, ends up getting into an entirely different universe that's just pitch black, has a panic attack about it, but then saw overwhelm and she was like "hey i'm here to help you lol" and then they ventured thru the weird mirror dimension together. eventually they found myriad and far away light—memoria's source of light that aegle has been looking for. aegle fights myriad, defeats her, and then they all come back to rhymix where the light is restored in aegle's home area yippeeeeee

36. Crave Wave

nothing much about him for now. meh.

37. Chariot

was alone for some time and felt miserable until destonio and retribution took her in as a member of team destruction lmao. woooo

38. Retribution

had history with destonio but desto didn't felt too much of a connection with him. eventually years later they reunite and destonio offers to take retribution in to become a member of team destruction. retri agrees, and then boom. it's like as if he was a loyal dog and destonio was his owner (good god that's a really awful comparison but it's accurate enough. retri's dickriding is crazy.)

39. Lumine

saw The Horrors Of The World™ just like destonio lol. met destonio, became friends with him, only to kill herself a little while after. she then accidentally gets revived by fate when fate was trying to hijack the project destruction simulation lmao.

40. Ad Astra

NOTHING ABOUT HIM. LITERALLY 97% OF THE GODS DON'T HAVE BACKSTORIES BECAUSE THEY JUST SPAWN INTO EXISTENCE LMAOOOOOO. got married to moonlight tho i guess. horray

41. Moonlight

nothing either. got married to ad astra tho i guess. horray

42. RGB

can't think of anything for her yet lmaoooo.

43. Dynikitos

saw a lake when he was like. middle school aged and then dipped his hands into it out of curiosity. eventually gets jumpscared by a bunch of slimey vines coming out of it and crawling onto his arms and then boom. he gets the ability to control them since then.

44. Amekagura

nothing interesting about her sorry girlie :/

45. Spinel

was friends with galactic but also faced pressure back at home. gets sick of it and then runs away. eventually she joins some organization that promised to make her life better or WHATEVER. galactic then found her, confronted her, fought her, cried onto her, and then spinel decides to leave and come back to galactic :)

46. Clarith and Chase

they both went to school once but then some terrorist attack happened with killed nearly all of their classmates AND their homeroom teacher. are both traumatized ever since.

47. Glory Road

nothing special here.

48. Lightning Screw

didn't got much attention as a kid so he acts high and mighty to feel special and superior to other kids and to make himself feel less lonely. grows up with that attitude and only glory road can really make him stop acting like that for a short period of time lmao.

49. Felis

explores memoria unaware of his origins with his companion who i don't have a name for yet fuck. a few things happened which then led to felis finding out that this companion of his is a replica of HIM. AND THAT HE ISN'T REAL. AND FELIS IS THE REAL ONE. felis then has an existential crisis that has never stopped until now.

50. Arcahv

she lives a normal life, though since she has to finish college in astria (the nation ars' family rules over) she had to go back and forth between astria and memoria (she usually visits memoria for summer/winter breaks anyways). one time she was at memoria for winter break she met tempestissimo, and the two constantly meet each other at random times each day. eventually tempest makes an attempt to fucking murder her but that got backfired once testify and the rest of her Allies™ came in. also did i forget to mention that she knows tessi personally? yeah. that.

51. World Ender

wasn't originally a god, but rather a leader to the devils in hell. eventually has a change of heart and wants to do good instead, so they cut off their wings, horns, and tail and went to amazing mighty for guidance and then WOOSH. they're a god now yippeeeeeee

52. Overdose

high school drop out, does drugs, blah blah blah. eventually struggles financially so she turned to streaming to get income.

53. Yamero

depressed, filled with anxiety and self hatred, blah blah blah. eventually found out about streaming and decided to try it out for herself.

54. Spasmodic

all i'm gonna say is that she had history with lea. ok moving on.

55. Kumo

has literally suffered for most of her life and has had enough of it. went batshit insane and killed her abuser and then ran away with a new identity.

56. Temptation

she was made specifically to compliment with aleph i guess. that's all.

57. Equilibrium

became the cantate family's royal guard at the young age of 19. got underestimated at first but then he managed to prove his worth.

58. Ringed Genesis

he's not an angel nor is he a god......and he's not a bird either. sorry genesis. either way nothing too interesting about this man other than the fact that he knows both tessi and arcahv personally and he first met edel when edel was injured. he's so high and mighty when really....he's just some guy 🥲

59. Amazing Mighty

oh mighty.

isn't actually truly a god. he originally was a human being who just suffered a lot back then and wanted some worth but never got it back then. during pandora's whole outrage on making the world "perfect again" he dies. at the same time pandora gets put in a prison realm similar to felys' prison realm to atone to her....uh. sins, i guess????? anyways because pandora—the literal ruler of rhymix at the time—was just. some prisoner now, amazing mighty then took her place and he was just SO CONFUSED AT FIRST. initially acted like his usual pathetic self from when he was a human around the other gods but then they didn't see him as a worthy leader so he had to put on an act. do you see the furina genshin impact inspiration yet. anyways yeah that's all. mighty's is lengthy for a reason lmao.

60. Satellite, Terabyte, and Opia

lumping them all together because all of their backstories takes place in the same place. i would've put perfect here too but i'm gonna be honest, she has a whole other thing going on with her that's separate from these three so yeah. anyways they were science experiments in a lab since they were little. eventually tera got fed up so she and the other kids set up a plan to run away from the lab. plan becomes success, they run away and live freely in the end. sate and tera keep in touch, but since they weren't That close with opia, they don't know how he's doing now either. okay yeah this is also long but ywah

yk what i'm splitting this into parts lmaooooo so yeah hahahaahhdfjfngj

[evermoresversion]

Can i request the reader and Jason meeting again after he was alive again. Can their interaction be something like this ⬇️ or however you want it to be.

"You were dead. yet, here you are. You didn't call me! I thought you were dead! I mourned! I--"

"You mourned for me?"-

"Well, yeah."-

(This part can be up to you if you want to write it or not but Jason gave the reader a necklace before he died and when they meet again he noticed they still had it and still wore it.)

Sorry if this doesn't make sense or is too much. I just found your page like earlier today and immediately liked your writing. Usually I don't request but I loved your writing so I wanted to request something.

'TIL DEATH DO US APART, JASON TODD.

A/N I'm so sorry it took me so long, I hope you like it. <3

PAIRING Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Mentions of death, mourning, established relationship, angst.

SUMMARY Jason visits you in your apartment one day, after he died and revived.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JASON'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Everything you had been through with Jason, all the fights and beautiful moments alike flashed through your eyes the moment his body was buried. And a part of you with him.

The days passed and you still did not accept that the love of your life was no longer with you.

That you would not see him again.

That his eyes would not be the first and the last thing you would see in the day.

He just wasn't there anymore.

And it hurt. It hurt like hell to accept it.

The nights passed and more tears kept your pillow. The only witness to the pain you were feeling. Along with the walls of your home.

One night when you were looking at some photos with him, a noise was heard in the living room.

You took the closest thing to you in case some thief thought of robbing you or something.

Which was a bat, pretty decent to tell the truth.

You walked slowly out of your room, on tiptoes so as not to make too much noise.

You walked slowly down the hall until you reached the living room.

There was a man in a suit and he had a red hood. He was looking at the photos you had there with Jason, which made you clench your jaw.

You wanted to believe that he was some kind of superhero but you doubted it very much, you would have already heard of him. So you decided to believe that it was the opposite.

What made you take the bat with strength and decision in case you had to use it.

One wrong move and you made one of the floorboards squeak.

Which caught the attention of the mystery man, looking right at you.

You didn't know but Jason's heart raced to see you there, with one of his shirts that you had taken from his closet and your hair loose.

He wanted to take a step towards you but you raised the bat in a threatening way.

"Don't move, I'll call the police." you threatened walking slowly to the house phone.

"No wait, y/n/n, it's me." he said but the voice monitor in the helmet distorted his voice.

But the nickname made you hold your breath.

You waited and he doubtfully took off his helmet.

You dropped the bat when you saw who it was. Jason, it was your Jason.

"No, it's not true." You denied looking at him. You covered your face with frustration and shock invading your body. "You... you were dead, I saw how they buried you." Chills ran down your spine at the painful memory.

"It's a long story, I've been here for days and..."

"Days?!" you exclaimed in pain, looking at him as if he had betrayed you, and somehow he did by not getting to you sooner. "And until now you came to see me? You could have called, I... I mourned and..."

"You mourned for me?"

"Well yeah, I was devastated and I'm still the same Jason." He looked at you with some sadness and watched as something shone in the moonlight, something that hung from your neck.

He approached slowly and you just looked at him carefully.

He took off his suit gloves, brushing your hair aside, looking into your eyes for a few seconds to see if what he was doing was right and you gave him a small smile that he returned.

He looked at the necklace he had given you when you started dating. That even after he had died you used it made him more filled with love and adoration towards you.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked out of nowhere, still looking at the necklace and then at your eyes.

"Please." you begged and in the blink of an eye his lips were already on yours. Kissing you with everything he had.

It felt unreal to you to have him back, standing there in the middle of your living room. For him, he felt relieved that you didn't kick him out of your life or get upset that he didn't come to see you until that day.

You parted when you needed air to breathe. He caressed your cheek while looking at you like he always had. With love, affection and adoration.

"I will never leave you again."

"Until death do us part." you said joining your forehead with his, placing your hand on the back of his neck.

"'Til death do us part." he confirmed kissing you once more.

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