#Shiver Zima

[knightlymoon]

Shiver and Aconite

(your honor they are in love)

[yuellii]

“ The... inspiration always comes at night... till now. ” — zima / gn reader, for @st-pavlov-foundation winter event

Day 18 — Sweaters / Blankets

“There’s… snow,” says he.

His nose scrunches up as a snowflake tickles his skin upon its wake, and almost instinctively does he bury half his face under his scarf. And that’s when the presence of his garment makes him realize that it is something you lack—a source of warmth to shield you from this growing cold. Zima hurries to push you back inside, shutting the door in a panic.

He’s only recently begun to become considerate.

Twenty-nine years of being beguiled by Earth’s nature, and yet it’s taken him this long to truly notice the little things. Little things, such as the slight goosebumps lining your arms, or the pajamas you still wore, or the lack of warm clothing on your body. Years ago, he might’ve not noticed how warm he was compared to you, or even how your neck did not carry a scarf like he did. He might’ve been inconsiderate.

“The first snowfall,” you hush excitedly nevertheless. “No wonder it’s colder now, even inside.”

You shiver from an opened window, and he stays silent, the slightest of pouts ghosting upon the line of his lips. That was when you almost toppled over, a sudden weight dropping down on your shoulders with no remorse as a spread of heat enveloped the back of your body. It seemed almost like an attack if not for the scent of pine filling your nostrils, as well as the pale arms that carelessly dropped the coat onto you.

( Good intentions, truly—but that execution of his might’ve been terrible. He’s certainly more observant than he was before, but there might be a few more things he still needs to learn… )

Your hand dashed to your shoulders to quickly catch the top of the coat before it slid off your body, Zima not realizing he actually had to adjust the piece of clothing before leaving it on you. The shyness of his fingertips proved hesitant as they stuttered in its movements just to help you; he only figured the warmth of his coat would help you, but only ended up cursing himself for not anticipating this drawback.

“But,” you muttered closer to him, burying half your face onto the top lining of his coat, “Won’t you be cold?”

( His heartstrings strum, just an ever-so slight melody in the air. It’s as he buries half his face in his scarf, just as you do the same in his coat. You’re matching. He finds his lips smiling inside his scarf. )

He hums in incoherent thoughts, muffled words reassuring, “‘M fine… I’m… Used to snow.”

Zima catches your eyes lower to the flush of his cheeks. He wonders what you’re thinking about. Surely, it’s something more interesting than him.

“Let’s get blankets and hot chocolate?” you propose.

“Hm?”

“So that we’re both warm.” There’s a smile on your face: One that he can see clearly from your eyes alone, and not your lips that still his themselves under his coat. He’s never thought a person could smile like that before. He needs to write this down.

But he stays silent, stringing words of rhyme and of natures in love that you’ve so dangerously planted in his mind. And he blanks out, comfortably indeed, mindlessly allowing you to pull him along as you prepare blankets and hot chocolate mugs for him to learn even more about warmth.

This blanket… It suddenly felt lovelier shared with you.

[zima74824]

I feel like Adam stanhieght would love the Ed Sheeran song shivers because it reminds him of how he felt when he bumped into zima it gave him shivers his legs were even shaking

[legendaryfigure]

{ Maybe that’s the way I should GO Straight into the MOUTH of the unknown. }

FLASHBACK;

‘Do you need my help?’

It was the first QUESTION demanded as he answered the Roamzone phone, hands steady despite the interruption from his daily routine. ( Meditation helped clear the mind and cleanse the soul, and Evan was in tune with his body now more than ever. ) Yet the person at the other end of the line; took precedence at once, their voice crackling to life like static. The signal dismal at their end. It was the first thing he noticed. ‘I don’t know.’ Their responses VARIED each time. Some were full of disbelief, sceptical that he even existed. Others were overjoyed that he’d bothered to pick up, but the majority were desolate, their distress noticeable in their vocal tone. ( High pitched, panic, gasping, heavy breathing. ) He’d heard it all or so he he'd thought. Yet this response was weak to his own ears. Hoarse and dry, cracked speech. Evan inhaled, exhaled and followed the procedure. ‘Who gave you this number?’

He could never be too careful, danger lurked within every SHADOW. His alias a whisper in the air; a legend that lived on. ( Only a few knew how to contact him, and those who did were only allowed to do so once. ) The payment for the assistance? Pass the number on. That’s how it worked, and so he was looking for a description of his last client.

What he heard, however, made his blood run cold.

‘I don’t know.’

Hands tightened around the device; conflicted now. The MAN sounded genuine, and yet this could be a trap and a deadly one at that. For honestly how could he not know? Not if everyone had done as they should and followed his rules? He was always clear what he expected; he never took risks. ( The ten commandments he and his handler created were there for a reason, and yet; something held him on the line. ) Enabled him to pause; it was a simple rinse and repeat. He couldn't sway from his path, and it was with regret he finally admitted. ‘I see then I really can’t help you, sorry.’ The voice WHIMPERED; the sound sending shivers down his spine; either this person was a very good actor or they sincerely were at rock bottom. He was often their last hope; but what could he do? He had to be sensible about this. He expected a protest; a rambled excuse for not knowing ( which would prove they were suspect ) and yet all he got was a meek. ‘I understand, okay.’ Wait. What? He sat up straighter; horrified.

Why would anyone give up so easily? Bother wasting a phone-call Just to reply, okay?

It didn't make sense. ‘Wait. Who are you?’

He ran through the list of NAMES he’d memorised, potential threats. Anyone he’d ever come in contact with; knowing that with a name, all he needed to do was slip into his secret research room, command the computer to run a search and he would have every scrap of information at his disposable. ( Police databases? Not a problem. Firewalls? Easy. Un-hackable private networks? Impossible. ) But there it came again; the same soft answer.

‘I don’t know.’

He realised then, the person had him. He was too shocked to abandon the line.

PRESENT;

It turned out, the man didn’t know ANYTHING. Anything at all - ( at least in regards to himself. ) All he kept asking for was a Zima but why on earth would he want a lightly carbonated alcoholic beverage? One had to wonder if he was even sane for the details he did get out of him; didn’t make sense in the slightest.

Metal arm. Zima. Lost. Snow. Screams. Russia. Wolf. Cell. Electricity. Superiors. Chair.

What WORRIED him more than anything was the fact halfway through trying to think of anything else that would help him - ( the man had seemingly had a breakdown; started speaking like a robot and then began thumping against something… ) before the line had gone dead after a snarl of another in the background followed by a sharp deafening slap.

At once he’d frozen on the spot; taking in everything he had HEARD. There was no way the presence who had clearly snatched the phone away would ever be able to connect the phone call to him; but really. ( What had he just witnessed? ) A beating? A deranged man being found out while talking to him? No, surely not. He must have imagined it and even if he hadn’t; it was someone joking around surely….?

So he’d tried to FORGET the encounter; he’d had enough of crazies to last him a lifetime; but try as he might, he couldn't get rid of the grating whisper from his mind. ( I don’t know, he’d replied repeatedly. ) So on his computer he’d gone; running various programs and so far he’d discovered this.

Zima was Russian for Winter.

Any link to Winter and metal arm had lead to a swift DISCOVERY of the infamous Winter Soldier; a previously so-called legend who had turned out to be one Bucky Barnes, now residing - where? ( It didn't say; just news clippings mentioning a trial he’d attended for crimes he’d committed. ) Not one to judge Evan read on; nursing a bottle of Vodka as he uncovered everything he could.

The Winter Soldier had been a BRAINWASHED assassin imprisoned by HYDRA. His known associates were Captain America and the other Avengers. ( Of course Evan had heard about them; superheroes hitting the news more and more ) Yet he’d never thought he would be seeking them out… Not in a million years. Once in New York; he’d also realised that he could hardly walk into the known residence of the Avengers with his story, and so, praying his instincts weren't betraying him; he'd instead mailed a copy of the recording of the conversation with the other man and a simple scribbled letter.

-

Perhaps you’ve heard of me, perhaps you haven't. Known as the Nowhere Man to many; I take my time to help those in need. Handing out my phone number each time I’ve assisted a new person. This man rang my said private phone; and as you can see. I received no answers.

I will not lie to say I am incredibly untrusting right now. However should you recognise his voice; or make more sense of the words he spoke more than me. ( Which enabled me to put two and two together and realise he was speaking of the Winter Soldier ) then feel free to contact me on the number written below.

I do not know how clear it is; but I felt the fear as I spoke to him. If his plea is genuine, then I will not turn away.

You have my word.

Yours sincerely;

The Nowhere Man.

[johannstutt413]

How’s the queue lookin, boss?

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3. (requested by calligomiles) Gavial/Zima II, Tomimi’s Reaction

4. (requested by calligomiles) ShiraYuki/Scavenger II, The Date

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10. (requested by calligomiles) Platinum/Nearl/Gravel

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16. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Broca/Click

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18. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Blaze x Saria

19. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Surtr and her talking sword

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23. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Istina in this timeline

24. (requested by calligomiles) Jackie/Grani/Absinthe Poly-cop-ule

25. (requested by anonymous) Doctor/Gavial during Great Chief, Tomimi no likey

26. (requested by calligomiles) Jackie/Swire (OkaKoro!)

27. (requested by calligomiles) Mudrock/FrostNova

28. (requested by calligomiles; continuing from this) Mudrock/Gummy/BP

29. (requested by calligomiles) Mudrock/Rosa

30. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Nian/Whisperain [I see what you’re doing here]

31. (requested by calligomiles) Zima/Glaucus

32. (requested by calligomiles) Istina/Deepcolor

33. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/BP

34. (requested by calligomiles) Leto/Specter

35. (requested by calligomiles) Gummy/Skadi...V? Likely with all of these Abyss/USGG couples coming together at a meeting or some’n

36. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Warfarin, Pramanix, Conviction, and Ansel learn to helidrop

37. (requested by anonymous) Specter/Doc

38. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Gavial 2

39. (requested by mathmaticalknight) ChenPipe 5ish (Ch’en working Command Center accidentally brings Bagpipe and Reed into contact)

40. (requested by anonymous) Jaye/Utage, Resting Terror Faces come together

41. (requested by calligomiles) Utage/Zima

42. (requested by calligomiles) Utage/Gummy II

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47. (requested by calligomiles) Absinthe/Zima

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54. (requested by calligomiles) Saga/Archetto

55. (requested by calligomiles) Saga/Absinthe

56. (requested by calligomiles) Dusk/Deepcolor (“I’m not worried about collateral damage”)

57. (requested by calligomiles) Ifrit/Rosmontis/Eyjafjalla

58. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Ceobe walks Dusk’s paintings freely

59. (requested by calligomiles) Skadi/Gummy 6: Someone’s Gonna Die From Sugar Overload

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67. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Nearl III

68. (requested by calligomiles) Beeswax/Mint

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Yes that is 80+ fics deep. No that is not intimidating. *shivering*

[amnesicmaiden]

V-day remembrance

Being able to look all over her gifts in her room, Seira was remembering so vital things from her journey of giving everyone a gift so they knew she was thinking of them and place a smile on their face.

Myrrh was a sweetheart, even if the chocolate was bitter what was important was her heart was in the right place as well as well she made sure to place the small lynx plush Pram given her on the bed. Oh, just thinking of how Ansel was so surprised about the gift with that look on his face. She had to smile to now a simple gift can be effective!

Of course, all the smiles she did make lighten up her face as well. Ambriel, Bagpipe, Eyjafjalla, Exusiai, Cardigan, she saw a smile on Talulah’s face she thinks. . . kinda! it was sure something! She may need to tell Brionac about V-day for next time.

Then there was W. . . So, yeah, there’s was her. . .

Closure giving her a box. . .Huh, taking a bite of one she feel her sanity restored by a small amount. Who knew recovering metal sanity was so easy?! plus a discounts regardless discounts are always good! Then there was that “get out of jail card” from silk . What could that honestly mean?!.  She also gotta have to be more careful with Reed.

Speaking of being careful. Those times she had to bolt. . . She swears she shiver when she notice a certain someone behind her well at least she has protection. Then she looked as those cookies with icing. . .YES! Although with Ace she felt he may say something to her later. . .

Giving chocolates to Crownslayer? Of course that was a smart choice, at least that’s what Seira thought. Well, Crownslayer did gift something back so that reinforce how smart she is!

To think Rope would lay of the teasing- wait, oh no it has been a day or two already she should be careful now! and Castle-3 sure was a gentlebot buying her a drink even as she ask for something more fruity with lots of cherries. She was relieve to know that Hibiscus was alright. . . Thank goodness. Thinking of her, she should open that blue box on her desk.

Seira was thoughtful for many, no matter what so she of course had to give Alena. Hopefully that bought some joy to her day. Oh and there was spot, glad that chocolate was fine with him! . . . She felt bad about Dobermann, she completely forgot that she was allergic to chocolates. Did she knew in the first place. . . REGARDLESS! She better remember for next time!

She of course have to give the other Doctors a gift too! Like Doctor Kramer! They all do their hard work in their own way so of course they should be thought of as well! She couldn’t believe she thought that Not Doctor. . . She meant riptide’s gift was an actual slug for a moment. You know since she thinks the only doctor that would eat slug is Weird Doctor. As well Doctor Cinder, to think she was think of Doctor Seira as well how thoughtful! Even Weird Doctor got her something and what she got she felt like she got REALLY lucky from a gacha machine! SHE GOT A 6* TIER GIFT SURELY!

Indra. . . Well, Seira was glad she didn’t went out and show of her muscles because she swore she thought she would do such a thing. Lava seemed pleased well. . . she did say thank you. And Bison, she couldn’t tell him then and she was sure he would learn what she had meant. . . maybe. He’ll be fine!

Every time she sees Jessica she gets the feeling of patting her head and wanting to make sure she’s okay. . .B-but she couldn’t just do that! Still at least some chocolate was something! Something was indeed a word she would described when she was giving Warfarin Chocolates. . . Her eyes glance her being a little close but she turned tail since there was many others she had to give chocos too! Like Folinic . . . Seeing her go back to work reminded her of how focus on work Kal’tist is.

The Doctor avoided answering Ignis’ question about money . . . It would be for the best. Oh, and Liskarm if only she knew after she saw Seira who was all that determined and passed out in front of Kal’tist who was last. . . She now wonders if anyone was aware of that. . .

Of course in cases like Sussurro Seira didn’t need anything back! After all this was for them not for herself! Still she was surprised how quickly Vermeil took those chocolates and unwrapping them.

With Balroth she didn’t need that half-nugget  but perhaps it would be rude not to accept it. She would shake the girl’s hand happily and tell her thanks. Still she oped that Balroth was happy with the gift. Oh hey and she got that 20% discount. . . Remember discounts are always good! A wild saying came out of Zima, after all Seira just thought of making everyone happy. . . Like popukar, hopefully she will eat the chocolates before they go bad or melt. Speaking of melting she couldn’t help but chuckle from Ifrit’s words and learning everyone is getting something. At least fire wasn’t caused. . . Again. Oh yeah and there was Faust just taking zooming off with the gift. Wonder what he planned to do after leaving like that. While shining and nightingale seemed to her thankful for their gifts.

It’s was nice to know Rosa was thinking of the other girls, a reliable big-sister like is what Seira thought of her. While Seira remembering that hug from Mudrock was a nice. . . oh wait, she remembers since she could still feel it. As well, to think Texas would offer her a pocky stick! She had to accept that! Actually, does Texas and Ambriel get pocky from the same place? Then with Skadi, Seira hopes that she will enjoy the gift!

Although she was quite worried when thinking about Asbestos, after all she bought those chocolates en masse! At least Istiglal was happy with the gift and her card was warm heartening. While Nian was really enthusiastic and her chocolates really didn’t make her worried if she can get used to FrostNova’s candies- Seira placed her hand to where her heart is as, just thinking back she felt her heart warm up, her hand going onto her cheek that was kissed and her eyes looking to the drawing that she place above her desk. Oh no her eyes are starting to water, don’t cry Seira! she told herself! Shaking it off, she prevented tears to fall down! Ah right! The box of chocolates Grani given her, it was nice to see she was happy but gosh! Seira was just SO TEMPTED to give her pineapples covered in chocolate. . . Some other time. Magallan grin was really reassuring that she was happy about the gift and Gavial was thankful for it at least. But. . . Greythroat’s question, no. . . she wasn’t worried since she believed no one would have. No matter what it was her goal to give everyone a gift and if someone got upset she will deal with it directly. With Ch’en she was just thankful she accepted the gift, Seira didn’t need a present back. . . Maybe Ch’en could use a little more rest she was awfully tired although is that anything new? Ah right, and that red velvet cake slice that Hoshiguma given her made the Doctor lick her own lips. She was right that Seira indeed like her cakes and other sweet goods. Hoshiguma also gave that Big Sister feel. . . Especially when she picked her up some time ago. Oh right! Saria oh gosh. . . She was stricken was surprised with her offer instead of chocolates. She. . . So she ask her politely if she could undertake a Risk 18 mission since she needed someone to help with that. Then she remembers the times where she felt her heart pounding, the first being with Gravel pulling her close to her and have them do a dance. Her face cover had came off during it, revealing the full blush that was on the Doctor’s face, the surprise look her red eyes was given the assassin while her long blue hair hang down. With all of sudden a rose stem in her mouth after a kiss! SO SMOOTH! HOW COULD HER HEART NOT BE POUNDING AFTER THAT! Her maiden heart was calling for more but she had to resist as she still needed to give gifts to others. . .! . . .Then there was Silverash and his own way of being smooth! He’s like some. . . like some. . . smooth criminal! The feel of his hand holding onto the edge of her fingertips and even when he let go she froze in place for only a short moment. All she could do was tell him she hoped he enjoys the chocolates and runs off! and while there was the smooth moments, there was the moment that made her. . . Lose some blood as it leak down her nose. That was Blaze who was laying on the table being wrapped by only pink ribbons and her words, the winking of her eye, the wriggling of her eyebrows and hips! If Elysium hadn’t come in she would had shed her mask and enjoyed some heated time with Blaze! OH GOD, HER NOISE IS BLEEDING AGAIN! She looked at the cake with the latter, the necklace Elysium given her she may just wear when she’s in her more causal clothing, and tasty berry choco from Lappland among the other bad of chocolates. of course, there was other moments but gosh. . . the loss of blood and the pounding of her heart made it quite hard to remember more.

[pinnithin-writes]

I Realized. Then I Couldn’t Stop Realizing.

Chapter 6: Pleck

Depending on where he looked, it had begun hundreds of years ago.

The Allwheat hit him hard that day. After waking up on the couch next to C-53, feeling warm and soft inside, Pleck wandered to his cleaning chamber for a shower and was immediately assaulted.

It hurt this time, the mocking voice loud and harsh in his mind, and it was all he could do to remain standing under the spray of hot water. He sucked in a breath, keeping a white-knuckled grip on the handicap bar.

“Shut up,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

He ran through his affirmations, tried to fling his thoughts out to something else, but the demonic entity bore down on him viciously until its voice broke his mind open like an egg. His legs gave out and he slammed painfully to his hands and knees, shuddering.

YOU’RE A FAILURE YOU’RE WORTHLESS ALL YOUR FRIENDS HATE YOU THE ALLWHEAT WILL CONSUME EVERYTHING MY POWER IS INESCAPABLE YOUR PATHETIC LIFE IS JUST A MONUMENT TO YOUR FAILURE AND YOUR FRAGILE MIND WILL BREAK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF IT ALL YOU'RE TINY YOU’RE NOTHING YOU’RE USELESS-

Pleck crouched and shivered and took it. His head split with pain. It was so unbearably loud, so relentless and all-consuming. It blacked out his eyes and burned in his ears, assailing him until the water ran cold.

When the voice finally withdrew, his muscles ached from tensing up and one of his knees was bleeding from its impact with the tile. Pleck raised a shaking hand and cut the water off.

“Juck…” he exhaled weakly. He had let his guard down, gone complacent in the presence of his friends. It only made sense that the Allwheat had returned with a vengeance.

Trembling, he stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and gingerly dressed himself. In the weeping surface of the mirror, he caught his own reflection. One of his eyes was heavy with fatigue and the other was plain ruined, gazing back at him like a spectre. His unshaven jaw was tense, his shoulders pulled in tight. He looked every bit as exhausted as he felt.

Why was this just his life now?

He hadn’t asked to be chosen. He especially hadn’t asked to be chosen for something so galaxy-shattering. Why couldn’t he have been the guy who was chosen to tell stupid jokes, or write a novel that he abandoned halfway through? Why did it have to be him?

When Pleck had found Derf on that barren rock of an asteroid, he was dazzled by the stories the old man wove about the Space. It seemed like an impossible fantasy at the time - him, Pleck Decksetter, a nobody of a tellurian from a backwater planet in the middle of nowhere, destined for greatness. After he’d joined the Federated Alliance, he had quickly learned that ambassador work was just as mind-numbing as farm work. Discovering he was chosen for something bigger than himself put stars in his eyes (he’d still had both of them at the time). It didn’t matter that his crew didn’t believe him or that his wood saber snapped in two.

He was going to be somebody. He was going to help people.

Of course, it was only fitting that Pleck Decksetter, tellurian disaster, would be indoctrinated into an order of other disasters. He had wandered blindly under the vague and largely unhelpful tutelage of Old Derf, clinging to the hope that all this searching would be worth it. He wanted it to be real. He needed it to be real, so the sheer nothingness of his life actually meant something.

Traveling to Zima Prime may have been disappointing, but at least it was proof - evidence that his stubborn hope paid off. The Space was real. He was chosen.

Now, it was all too real, the burden of responsibility weighing heavy on his shoulders. Perhaps he had defeated the Emperor, but at what cost? The Allwheat was ripping apart the galaxy, and it was his fault. His fault. Pleck’s. Is this what it meant to be chosen?

Pleck stared numbly at his reflection. Slowly, he started to comb through his hair with his fingers. He looked horrible, white-faced and shaken, but he could at least try and offset the effect with some grooming. He didn’t bother to shave, but he did tie on his eyepatch as an afterthought.

Sometimes, he wished none of this had ever happened. He wished he had stayed on Rangus Six, ignorant and safe, mind undisturbed by a hateful, mutant ghost. It was better than having breakdowns in the shower. It was better than being unable to trust his own thoughts.

But no, he considered, watching the condensation run lazy tracks down the mirror. He wouldn’t trade this for anything. Not if it meant he’d never have met his crew. His friends. Dar, who’d slowly come around from actively disliking him to being a literal shoulder to cry on. Bargie, with her spirit and her strength in the face of everything she’s endured. Nermut’s passion for all that he was involved in. AJ, whom Pleck deeply loved. His curiosity. His verve for life.

He wouldn’t have met his noob without the Space. He wouldn’t have met any of them. It was destiny.

And then there was C-53, the constant, supportive presence that never left his side. The pragmatic droid had never believed in the Space. When Pleck first learned he was chosen, C-53 had challenged him at every turn. In all fairness, he had been newly freed from his restraining bolt, and Pleck couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at the droid for ramming his shins repeatedly, goading him into a fight. He had actually found it delightful - C-53, flooded with newfound emotion, had decided to bother Pleck of all people.

The fact that C-53 had come around to believing in his Space-sensitivity was new to him, and he was still fighting an instinct to flinch away when he asked about it. He couldn’t forget that the droid had been the one to pull him out of the Cone of Silence a season ago, when Pleck’s heart was full of hate.

It’s me, C-53, talking to you. Your best friend. It echoed in his memory even today.

Now he was so much more than that to Pleck, and he had no idea how to approach it. C-53 had remained close to him despite his best efforts at isolation, watching over him when he couldn’t watch out for himself. Pleck felt so strongly for him, sometimes it physically hurt to keep it inside. Every time he was near the droid, he felt transparent, as if everyone could see the undercurrent of longing beneath his skin.

He loved all of his crew, but with C-53, he was in so deep he would be happy to drown in it.

Pleck managed to tie his hair back and let out a sigh. A thin line of blood traced down his shin from the fresh cut on his knee. He should probably go get the med kit from the kitchen and clean this up. That is, if his shaking hands would hold still enough to let him do it.

Barefoot, he trudged to the common room, willing for it to be empty. Upon entry, he saw that AJ had cleared out, but C-53 was still resting next to the couch in low power mode. Pleck paused in the doorway, eyeing him warily, but when his colleague didn’t stir, he tread carefully through the lounge and to the kitchenette beyond. He found the med kit in a cabinet by the fridge.

With trembling fingers, he reached up to retrieve it, biting back a curse as it slipped out of his grasp. It clattered loudly to the linoleum floor, popping open and scattering medical supplies everywhere. Juck my life. He knelt sorely to pick up the mess.

A smooth shift of machinery from the couch told Pleck that C-53 was stirring, making his pulse climb in alarm. He didn’t want his friend to see him like this, pale, shaking, kneeling on the floor with rolls of bandages slipping through his fingers. Hardly able to think. Brimming with heartache.

“Pleck?” C-53’s footsteps were heavy as he approached. “Are you okay?”

“Hey,” he made a weak attempt at levity. “Just uh, picking up all this stuff I dropped… Clumsy me, right?”

“You’re bleeding.”

Pleck’s laugh sounded more like a panicked hiccup. “I’m fine, I just - I just slipped in the shower. I’m-” the bottle of hydrogen peroxide he tried to grasp fumbled out of his hand.

There was a long, agonizing pause as it rolled across the floor and bumped gently against the foot of C-53’s frame. Pleck kept his eye on the linoleum, unable to look at his friend.

Then he heard whirring, and a loader claw clamped onto the back of his robe, hoisting Pleck into the air.

“Whoa, C-53, what are you-”

“I’m making sure you’re paying attention,” C-53 spoke over him, carrying Pleck easily to the coat rack on the nearby wall.

He flailed, resistant. “You don’t need to pick me up -”

“Oh, I think I do,” C-53 insisted. He placed the bathrobe, and the tellurian inside it, onto a free hook and let him dangle there.

Pleck stopped struggling, hanging pathetically in defeat. He was so tired.

“Pleck, look at me.”

Pleck looked at him. He was very close, the face of his frame filling his field of vision so that he was all the tellurian could focus on.

“Tell me what happened.”

Haltingly, Pleck recounted his attack in the cleaning chamber. He no longer saw a point in hiding it, incapacitated and laid bare by C-53’s scanners like this.

When he finished, C-53 drew back a little, studying him. He couldn’t tell what was going on in the droid’s cube - the face of his frame was still and passive. Blood continued to run sluggishly down Pleck’s leg, dripping onto the floor, loud amid the silence.

C-53’s voice was stern but gentle when he finally spoke. “The next time this happens, I want you to come find me.”

“I don’t think-”

“I’m serious,” C-53 cut him off. He was so close to him Pleck could hear the hardware behind his face plate humming softly. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately-”

Pleck went rosy from ear to neck. “You have?”

“-And I would like to say that I hate seeing you like this. You’re a good person and you have no business hiding away all the time when you’re clearly hurting. Pleck, you can talk to me.” His vocal modulator sounded almost choked, and it was strange for Pleck to hear.

“I would be a pretty terrible friend if I just stood aside and watched when I know you’re in pain,” he continued. “I’m here for you. You come to me when you need me. This,” he gestured between them with a claw, “is how friendship works.”

Pleck sagged, his chest feeling hot and complicated in the face of C-53’s words. “Th - Thanks. Thanks, C. I’m sorry. I’ll - I’ll come tell you next time.”

He hadn’t realized how closely the droid had been paying attention to him. It made his arms feel tingly - or maybe that was the lack of circulation from being hung on a coat rack.

“Do you think you could maybe, uh,” he laughed uncomfortably, breakably, “maybe put me down now?”

“Right, sorry.”

C-53’s loader claw reached up and delicately removed him from the hook, rotating to deposit him as softly as possible on solid ground. Pleck’s legs shook when he stood, but thankfully they held his weight. He tipped his head back, gazing up at his friend, a whole mess of words threatening to spill out. The Space really did mean for them to meet. He believed it with all his heart.

C-53 indicated his split knee with a heavy clamp. “You should take care of that,” he told him. “I mean, I’d do it, but I sort of lack the appropriate dexterity right now.” The clamp clicked for emphasis.

Pleck’s head went all foggy picturing C-53 bandaging his wounds, so he busied himself with the task before his blush could deepen. The disinfectant stung, grounding him a little more in reality.

“I think we should start looking at ways to solve your Allwheat problem,” C-53 said as he migrated toward the mess of medical supplies on the floor. “Treat the source, not just the symptoms.”

Pleck gave him a cautious look. “I don’t know where I would even start with something like that.” His fingernails scraped at the wrapper of a bandage as he thought about it. “Maybe I could look back at the scrolls? Y’know, see if I missed something. Oh, C-53, you don’t have to…”

“No, no, I’ve got it.” C-53 was picking up each fallen item one by one, depositing them carefully in the red plastic container like an oversized claw game. It was adorable. Pleck ducked his head so he wasn’t staring.

“I think the scrolls will be a good place to start,” C-53 continued, oblivious to Pleck’s furtive gaze. “Do you still have them somewhere?”

Pleck nodded. He could dig them out of where he’d stashed them in storage a few months back. He placed the bandage thoughtfully over his knee, pressing down to make it stick. “D’you think we’ll actually be able to…” he faltered, doubtful. “Fix me?”

C-53 paused to consider him. “Pleck,” he said. “You’re not broken.”

“Okay, I didn’t mean-”

“But if it means you’ll be happy again, I’ll try my very best.” The droid gave him a significant look. “Will you let me help you?”

Pleck crushed the bandage wrapper in his fingers, insides suddenly going soft. C-53 was going to melt him with his sincerity at this rate. When Pleck answered, his voice came out very small. “Yes. Yes, I’d like that.”

To be happy again. He wanted it more than anything.

Chapter 5 <-----> Chapter 7

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Kinktober 16: Masks

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X OFC 

Warnings: 

Summary: Bucky meets up with someone who is familiar in more ways than one.

A/N: Soulmate AU, I may have gone totally off the cuff with this one, but mask were involved! As well I would like to point out that this is a teaser for a series I am working on.

Words: +900

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The woman prowling the swinger soiree had piqued the interest of another in attendance, who had appeared, same as her to not have come with anyone or not taken another up on advances. It had him curious to the fact if she was there, like him, to keep the peace between the others in the room. Maybe that was the purpose behind the two of them being the only wolf masked ones while it appeared the others wore some type of feathered mask.

The color of her eyes set off by the black sparkle of the mask she wore to make them burn bright as she surveyed the room, appearing to keep him in her sight. It was the '70's after all and this was the big thing, one that HYDRA had taken to make blackmailing easier though it didn't help the tightness in his pants. He may be a killing machine, but it didn't mean he didn't have urges as well and needless to say it had been a while for the Winter soldier.

She knew he watched her like she done him. Keen senses overwhelmed by the pheromones in the air as she noted the same of his eyes and mask. Even noting the move he made in efforts to make the bulge in his pants less noticeable. She had been with HYDRA a full 10 years now, hardly able to remember when she was taken and forced to be this thing they called a super soldier.

The treatment was the same as the other across from her, the one that moved in oddly familiar ways. A movement out of the corner of her eye making her look to the bay window for a light to flash.

That was their que to leave, there was about to be a raid on the home by police to expose a senator, no need for them to be around. Carefully they worked around the crowd, stepping out of the back door and slipping off through the same wooded area.

A steady hand gripped her own making her pause and turn to look at the other. Standing still, she watched him close as he reached to remove his mask and drop it to the ground before reaching for hers. To be honest, she found him very handsome and never flinched as he removed hers, letting go of her hand as she stepped forward.

They knew better than to be late, but there was something more to this, to the two of them. His gaze flicked to a scar on her chin, it looked familiar, jogged a memory as he reached out to rub his thumb over it. A faded memory told him there was another scar that ran her entire arm, the same one as his metal one.

A name sat on the tip of his tongue as she finally spoke in Russian, "Zima."

Memories came back and in moments his lips fell to hers, hand wrapped the nape of his neck to keep him from pulling away as he desperately gripped at the clothing she wore. He needed to touch her flesh, taste it, only then would it be ok. Breaking the kiss to rip the jacket from her then himself.

He paused when he seen the scar on her left arm, angry red and mimicking his metal arm perfectly. Falling into one another again he needed her more now that he knew she was his, all his. His soul mate. Spinning her back to him, she forced her own pants around her knees as his hard member pressed into her quickly. 

They were on a time schedule, but he couldn’t pass up his first chance to fully claim her. He tried to be easy, it was their first time, possibly even hers, but unfortunately they needed to hurry. Grunting apologies as she only let out a stifled whimper.

He had been right; this was her first time it hurt but the pain gave way to pleasure as he pulled her back to him. Not long until he spilled into her and held her close, nuzzling at her neck as he slid from aching core. The two panting as they refused to move to right themselves at the moment. 

The sound of someone walking towards them had Winter moving to help her cover herself. The two readying for a fight as they stood with clothes disheveled, pushing the woman behind him, noting her move sorely.

The handler walking up on them let out a chuckle as a few others strode up. "We got them, looks like they had to take care of a few things," the man snickered into the earpiece.

Possessively Winter moved to attack, but another brandished a remote looking device before the woman behind him dropped to her knees with a quiet yelp. He spun to kneel at her side, she was shivering uncontrollably, breath labored but thankfully it appeared to ease off for Winter to help her back to unsteady feet.

Glaring back at the men that had shifted closer, Winter moved to keep them back but paused this time as the trigger was brandished. Moving back to his soul mates side to keep her upright, Winter observed them all close, there was no way the two of them could fight their way out at the moment.

"Unless you want her ruined I suggest you two follow us," the one with the trigger spoke as Winter let out a husky grumble before turning to the woman at his side to assure she was able to walk.

Gingerly she pushed from his side, they knew it done no good to coddle each other. Glaring at the men, the two assets waited for them to lead the way, several handlers stepping behind them to assure neither tried to run or free the other.

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[sexyrasputin]

“Cal, is it true you’ve made a friend?” Ravyn teased, walking straight into her cousin’s dorm. As usual, he didn’t look up. Things were still tense between them after he screamed at her, but at least that hadn’t changed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said dryly. She plopped down at the foot of his bed since he was sitting up and taking up the rest of the space with his long legs. She was tall, but Cal was really tall. Partly because guys were usually taller than women and partly because he was just a tree.

“Alice said that you told her that she could sit with you and Torin at lunch whenever Ace and I weren’t there. She really, really appreciates it.” Although Alice was probably too scared of Cal to say how much she appreciated it. He was often terrifying, but Ravyn knew him when he had to wear headgear at night to get that perfect smile of his. He would never scare her fully.

“I’m being nice to Meg’s best friend. That doesn’t make her my friend.” Again, the even tone and dry words. He really didn’t realize he knew how to make friends.

“Newsflash: Meg has hated Alice since Christmas and that disastrous dinner because Alice ships you and Torin. They haven’t talked in months, and knowing Meg, they’re never gonna y’all again.”

“There is no me and Torin.”

Of course that was all he said in reply. Nothing about his sister being a horrible, cruel person or how his newfound friend had been horribly alone excluding her brother and ex boyfriend for so long. Nope, Cal decided to comment on his relationship (or professed lack thereof) with Torin.

“You two are sitting together at lunch whenever Ksenia is gone. And since she has those new appointments with training during your scheduled lunch time, that’s every day. Also, you chose to ignore the fact that Meg is being horrible yet again, something you usually would comment on, and just talked about how there is no you and Torin. Face it, Excalibur. You may not be dating him again, yet, but you guys are getting back on good terms.”

Finally, Cal placed a bookmark in his book and set it on his nightstand.

“Fine, Ravyn. Torin and I are speaking to each other again civilly. I’m sitting with him at lunch for other reasons that don’t pertain to you.” Cal’s cold stare would send shivers down any normal person’s spine and into their soul. But this was Ravyn. She was about as far from normal as it got.

“Two things. One, how does Ksenia feel about this reunion? And two, of course it pertains to me. Torin’s my best friend and you’re sadly my cousin. You’re also soulmates. This is relevant news.” She matched his stare, and after several long moments of silence, Cal decided it wasn’t worth it. They were doing this for Ravyn, she may as well know part of it.

“Ksenia doesn’t know and isn’t going to find out until I decide to. And we’re planning, Ravyn. Zima hurt you and almost raped Alice. That’s not okay, and since the Coalition will never do anything to punish him, Torin and I will.”

“Let me guess, Ace started this.” Otherwise there would be no way Cal would be doing this for Alice, too. He’d be upset, but he wouldn’t be protecting Alice unless he’d been convinced.

“Of course he did. I’m surprised he hasn’t broken down and told you himself.”

“Why didn’t you guys tell me from the beginning? I understand Alice, trust me. She wouldn’t receive this news well, but why not me?” Ravyn frowned as she spoke, genuinely hurt (if only a little bit) that her three best friends had started planning her revenge and hadn’t told her about it. Cal sighed before he spoke.

“Because Zima is close to you right now. He’s got your dad in his pocket, which isn’t hard knowing Uncle Peter, but he’s getting closer and we couldn’t risk him overhearing anything. I know how careful you are and how well you can keep secrets, but we didn’t want to try our luck on this one.” Sadly, Cal made sense. Lev was sneaky, cunning, and suspicious. He wouldn’t trust anything or anyone, especially if Ravyn started acting okay with this whole marriage plan to mess with his head.

“And what does Ksenia have to do with this? Are you using her to get to Lev?” For the first time in months, Cal smiles, if only a ghostly one.

“Exactly that. He hurt Blackbourne by hurting Alice, and so I’m going to hurt him by hurting Ksenia. I’ll lead her on as far as possible, since she already thinks I love her, and shatter her heart when the worst time comes.” Ravyn knew this was cruel and manipulative, but she couldn’t stop grinning. There was the Excalibur Cole she knew.

“So that’s why you’re talking to Torin more. And thank you for finally admitting why you’re still together with her. She might be my roommate and my fiancé’s sister, but she sucks. And she’s head over heels for you. You’re a cruel one, Cal, and I love it.” Her cousin chuckled and picked up his book again.

“You can go now. But I still haven’t made any friends, so don’t go telling people I have.”

Ravyn grinned at him. “No promises. Alice sees you as less scary, and that’s your way of making a friend. So I’m not going to lie.” She stood and walked over to the door, grabbing a glass paperweight from his desk and tossing it up in the air before catching it.

“Also, this is for telling me I deserved to end up like my mom.” She threw the paperweight (which she knew didn’t actually belong to him) at the wall above his head, grinning as the splinters fell on her cousin.

“Don’t worry. We’re almost even now.”

Cal groaned as Ravyn walked out, knowing that he had to change his fresh bedding for the second time that day and that this was only the beginning. He’d messed up with what he’d done to Ravyn, and he really should have known she wasn’t just going to forgive him, but he didn’t want to know what she had planned next. Cal may have been cruel, but she was straight up nefarious.

[areiton]

ghost of your childhood

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~*~

You remember things, before the house of cold walls and strict rules and girls who stared with hungry eyes.

You remember them in a distant, unclear sort of way, cold and foggy.

You remember them, but they’re not comforting, ripped away too soon.

The girls you trained with weren’t comforting, the teachers were not. You were a lost girl in a house haunted by death.

Until he came.

~*~

You were seven when you saw him for the first time. Everyone in the House was dangerous, but he was led in between four men in black and body armor, gun drawn and dripping fear. He was led in and you remember this: long hair hiding his face. Eyes the color of robin's egg and storm clouds. A loose, relaxed set to his broad shoulders. A tiny smirk, soft and gentle, for you.

You shiver as the guards lead him past, and you wonder.

~*~

You don't see him again, not for two years.

~*~

The House whispers of him. Rumors in the showers and dormitories, secrets that are rarely spoken.

They are scared of him, the ghost that haunts your House--not just the girls who will never be your sisters, who will never be your friends, but the teachers too. The cold cold women who train you, the brutal men who shape you into something you don't understand.

They don't speak his name, call him Soldat and Asset and Zima.

They speak of him in shivering whispers thick with fear and you want to watch him, want to know why.

~*~

He trains the older girls. The ones with cruel eyes and fingers like knives and blood on their ballet slippers. He comes for three months a year and trains them and the House tenses, walks a bladed edge of tension and fear.

Zima though. The longer he is in the House, the happier he seems.

~*~

You are dancing when you realize he's there, storm sky eyes watching watching watching. You almost stumble, almost. Your breath catches, freezes in your throat, but you follow the music, your training and finish, sides heaving and graceful.

Your feet ache and your hands clench, empty and wanting, and you wait.

He smiles.

~*~

His smiles are rare, you realize, precious and hidden. Yours.

Only yours.

~*~

You see him--perch in the rafters and watch him with the older girls. It’s like a ballet, but--not.

Zima moves like a dancer, but the kind of dancer they want you to be--all grace and beauty, and trailing death. You see him gliding through the girls, knife and hand glinting, and you think you understand, why they’re scared.

He moves like death is his lover, and these pretty girls his courting gift.

~*~

You find him.

Zima is trailed into the house by his soldiers, but in the House, they fall away, give him space. He prowls almost unattended and when he is not training--he is alone.

They are afraid of him.

But you--you are not. You think of eyes the color of robin’s eggs and a smile and light glancing off metal.

You find him.

He sits in the shadows, hidden away in the nooks and crannies where you remember hiding when you were a little girl. You crawl in after him, sit pressed against his side, the metal of his arm cold and grounding against your side.

“You are very brave, mysha.”

You frown at the name, but don’t argue. Just sit up on your knees and say, “Will you teach me?”

~*~

He teaches you.

Teaches you to smile sweet and drive your knife deep.

Teaches you to lie, poisoned honey that tastes like promises.

Teaches you to spin stories like webs and twist garrotes like silk, to take a punch and how to throw one.

He teaches you this too--how to laugh and the weight of a name given in comfort and kindness. He teaches you the way touch can make you shiver and lean into him, and it doesn't feel like the men who you are taught to seduce--it feels like family.

~*~

He leaves and he returns and every time, his eyes are blank and Zima is gone, and all that remains is Soldat, their pretty cold killer.

It takes you very little time to realize that he is as much their tool and pawn as you are, and you hate them for it, the way you never bothered to hate them for yourself.

~*~

He never laughs, your Zima. But he smiles when he feeds you sliced apples and bits of chocolate, scolds you and mutters about being thin. He brings crusty bread and sharp cheese and cold chicken and watches until its gone and says, “Dance with me, mysha.”

~*~

He is your secret and you are his and if you are the best in your class of sharp eyed broken dancers, of pretty, deadly spiders--you know why.

“I don't want to by their tool,” you whisper to him and he nods at you, eyes desolate and you think of the days he first returns, and doesn't know you and you know--he knows.

~*~

“One day, you'll be free, mysha.” He promises, the night before graduation, when your stomach is empty and aching in hunger and fear of the looming surgery. You feel his lips against your hair and a cool metal thumb brushing away your tears and you smile up at him.

“One day we both will be.”

~*~

You hear whispers about the Ghost. About Hydra's killer, the Asset, the Soldier. You think you know--but it is only when you see him staring at you, eyes cold and blank, that you know.

You feel sick, even as you fight your way to Steve. Because you are free. You are free.

And Zima isn't.

~*~

You help Steve and let him decide why. You know your reasons.

You burn Hydra and SHIELD to the ground and hope, pray, wait for the ghost of your childhood to rise from the ashes.

[knightlymoon]

oh my god you went around back to posting hollow knight ocs

show us the kissing art

just take me to the gallows aready

[wishiwasbornearlier]

Listening to nahin milta by bayaan at night. I was wondering how some of it's lyrics is so beautifully written yet frightening, it shows us the reality of this world, its a selfish cruel place. These empty hearts. The reality of Dunya.

'Jhoot ki zameen par faraib ke yeh saaray ghar

Inn mein rehney walay tum

Khoon safaid dil pathar

Zima hai yeh qudrat ka ya khataa tumhari hai

Jo bhi sabab so hai par sazaa hamari hai'

Whenever i listen to this, i realise how lonely we all really are, i feel shivers down my spine and tears well up in my eyes and my heartbeat gets faster; i wonder if this is temporary. The pain. I wonder if the writer had felt the same melancholy and sorrow as I did, how many has he witnessed and would it steal my happiness to know that its all real?

Khoon safaid, dil pathar- i wonder what experiences did the writer face to have created such a painful piece of writing, i wonder how many people he loved or trusted who left him or broke his trust to make him think that way of them. He talks about sazaa in the end, he doesn't know the reason but in the end he has to suffer, and its painful. When we listen to this song we think of all the people who wronged us, and then we think of God knowing that despite all of this pain he remains to be kind to us, to understand us and to ease our hardships- in a world full of pain, it gives us peace knowing He's there. He's listening.

'Jis ko jo bhi milta hai beysabab nahin milta

Mujhe se bolay mann mera sab ko sab nahein milta'

—nahin milta, bayaan.

[zima74824]

Zima comforting crosshair with his “headache” wit a bit of nsfw content

Crosshair groans as he was in pain

Zima : what’s wrong cross?

Crosshair: my head…….

Crosshair rested his head on her chest

Zima massaged his head as he looked at her

Zima : do you feel any better?

Crosshair grabbed her wrist and growled

Zima : crosshair???? What are you doing?????

Crosshair groans *

Zima was a bit worried until she looked down and saw he was excited

Crosshair: you WILL help me with this

Zima reaches under his pants and got his length out

Crosshair: I’ve missed this attention…

Zima : well you haven’t been exactly the nicest person at the moment

Crosshair: you know I didn’t mean to be like that not to you at least your special to me zima

Zima blushed as he kissed her lips gently and snakes his arms around her *

Crosshair slowly stripped her out of her clothes

Crosshair: beautiful….

He puts his hands through her hair knowing she loved it whenever someone did that

Crosshair: you know whatever happens to me know I still love you even if I become a dick …..

Zima : I know ….. but idk if I can handle you hurting my feelings….

Crosshair: it’s not intentional baby….

He said cupping her cheek *

Zima : I know I just….

Crosshair: don’t worry about it just enjoy the moment

Zima : ok….

He wrapped his arms around her and slid in as a little precum came out of her

Zima blushed as he went slowly he heard something moving outside of his cell as he hid under the bed with her

Zima gasped as she saw hemlock for the first time

Crosshair continues thrusting after he left

Zima : who was that?

Crosshair: don’t know but he is not here for me so let’s continue

Zima blushed as he kissed her lips and kept thrusting

Zima shivered as she was ice cold

Zima : c-c-can we please go back onto the bed?

Crosshair gets back in the bed with her and covers her with a blanket

Crosshair kisses her lips and thrusts faster

Zima blushed and moans

Crosshair went faster she came first

He continues thrusting and came

Crosshair kisses her cheek

Crosshair: that was fun…..did you have fun?

Zima : mhm

[johannstutt413]

(requested by calligomiles; continuing from this)

“You’re moving out, General?” It was the middle of the night, and Gummy had gotten up to get a glass of water, only to find Zima stealthily heading out the door with a pair of duffle bags.

“Yeah.” Damnit, this was why she was leaving at this hour. “I’m moving in with Natalya.”

The chef could’ve guessed half of that. “Get everything?”

“Eh? Yeah, I’ve got it.”

“Alright.” Rada continued into the kitchen. “Don’t be a stranger.”

The General’s eyes followed her before, with an annoyed grunt, she set her bags in the threshold and went to the kitchen herself. “You’re not gonna try and stop me?”

“Why would I? You’ll be happier together, and Anna and I will be happier together. What’s not to like about it?” Cup filled, she moved to walk past Zima-

-who blocked the entrance. “I thought you didn’t want me to leave?”

“Anna doesn’t, but I don’t mind.” Gummy knocked on the counter next to her twice. “Can I go back to bed now?”

“No, I still want a-” Zima didn’t get to finish that sentence because she was knocked out of the threshold by Rada’s open palm.

The chef shook her head. “When I’m less tired, and you’re less deceitful. Enjoy sleeping with Natalya.”

“I...you...” But the other Ursus was done with their conversation and was walking back to her shared bedroom. “Fine. Have it your way. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, General.” So saying, she opened the door to her room and pulled it closed behind her.

Istina was sitting up, shivering. “I...I heard everything.”

“Better than having to explain it to you in the morning.” Rada sipped on her glass, set it on her nightstand, and cuddled close to the advisor. “Are you okay?”

“I believe I’m still processing it. How long have they been an item? And did you know about it?”

Gummy shook her head. “I knew she was seeing someone, but I expected it to be the Doctor. Dunno when they started talking again.”

“There were a couple of days last month she didn’t come home until after dark.” Anna sighed. “I suppose I never had a chance in the first place.”

“That’s not true. You’re amazing.” She squeezed her a little.

The advisor looked at her. “Really?”

“So amazing.” Rada kissed her cheek. “You’re smart as hell, and you’re observant, and you’re always trying to make choices that make the most people happy. She might not see it, but I do, clear as day.”

“...Thank you.” Istina was still tearing up, but hearing that did help. She set her head against Gummy’s shoulder, feeling all the support in the world.

The other Ursus wasn’t quite done yet, though. “Besides, if she’s leaving, she can’t complain about any noise me might make.”

“Noise? Oh!” Suddenly Anna went from mournful to...excited? What was she feeling right now? “RIght. That is something I was worried about, now that we’re, um, together.”

“Making it hard for her to sleep?”

She nodded. “Y-yes. If that won’t be a problem, then...”

“Then?” The chef smiled. “Not tonight, though. We can talk about it in the morning.”

“Are you sure? It’ll take awhile for me to go back to sleep.” The advisor slid her foot along Gummy’s leg.

Rada giggled. “No, no, really, it’s like 1 in the morning!”

“But we are both awake,” rub rub rub, “so...”

“Alright, but I tried, okay? If we can’t wake up on-time tomorrow, it’s on you.” Still, she couldn’t help but keep giggling. Sonya wants to leave, and they both become so much more assertive.

As if to highlight this, Anna rolled on top of the chef, holding down her wrists. Not that it would do a lot, given the strength difference, but it made her intent clear enough. “I don’t foresee that being an issue somehow.”

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As Zima staggered through Rosa’s door, shaking her head, her girlfriend was waiting for her on the couch. “You had some issues sneaking away, I see?”

“Rada knocked me across the room with her palm,” she grumbled, setting her bags down immediately after closing the door behind her. “She hits like a truck after a double-tap.”

“True. I’m rather impressed she had it in her; I’ve only ever seen her as a marshmallow.” Mmm...She could actually go for some marshmallows right now.

The General shook her head. “She’s much tougher than we give her credit for. That three-hit habit of hers is nothing to scoff at. Ready for bed?”

“The only thing I was missing was you, after all.” Natalya stood up from the couch, yawning. “Although, now that the air’s been cleared, I’ve been wanting to see them again, and if they’re a couple now as well, we could go on a double-date.”

“Are you thinking out loud or asking my opinion?” Sonya yawned as well.

The heiress shrugged as they walked back to their room. “I’m saying I think we should try to schedule one with them. Just to be sure of where they stand with us.”

“I’ll think about it tomorrow.” Zima sighed. “I’m ready to turn my brain off for the night.”

“Well, I hope the rest of you is still fair game...”

[mischief-rei]

Knock that child out!

* You suggest to knock the kid out before they cause damage. Pappy looks so done with you and your supposed ‘helpful’ tips. The other two, Russet and Amour, were apparently siding with you because they’ve got weapons drawn in Momo’s general direction.

“If any of you shoot her or harm her I will fucking kill you,” Pappy says in such a calm voice that it sends shivers to the party, you included. “How stupid are you people? This is a hostage situation here! Your course of action is to HURT the fucking HOSTAGE?” he rants. While Pappy is distracted...however...

The observer of this fiasco decides to not hold back anymore. The soul he held captive was released and returned to the individual that he got stuck with when Rei reset Monochrome the very first time.

“So sorry Pappy~ But it didn’t seem fair to let Zima have all the fun.” * Vesper joins Zima’s side

--- FIGHT          ACT           ITEM          FLEE

[excrucian]

Mitka, Child of the Ash, ice/history and water/memory

Mitka Zima is a teen of many first impressions. Some people think them quiet and reticent, others think them loud and exuberant. They seem to change like a capricious winter, all melting snows and freezing floods, but through all their mercurial nature, they are never truly malicious. They're helping to work in the library right now, shelving books and occasionally running over to Hideo Hayashi's archives to delve and retrieve ancient records. They seem very interested in all those all records for some reason.

They told me once that they can become a giant ice monster. I didn't believe it, because the week before there was a giant water monster that appeared out of nowhere and suddenly helped with that day's kaiju catch, and an ice monster and a water monster together would just be too much of a coincidence. Though maybe the giant ice monster and the giant water monster are enemies? Or friends?

Name: Mitka Zima (Dmitry Zima for the male variant, Demetria Zima for the female variant) Academics Skill: Excellent Sports Skill: Weak Favourite Foods: Borscht, lemonade Blood Type: A- Animal: Arctic Hare Age: 14 XP Emotion: Gratitude Hands or Putting My Faith In You, or Finger-snap if you want to play up them running around for other people and being super keen to do anything for a story.

Looking For Things 3 - They are very, very good at looking through archives and things. And hide and seek. Cold Tolerance 2 - They're one of those people who never wear jackets. Looking at them just makes you shiver! (Superior) Claimed By The Sea 2 - There's something about the way they swim in the water that makes me feel like they're going to slip in at any time. Eidetic Memory 1 - They don't have absolutely perfect memory, but sometimes they just blurt something out that is word for word from a book.

Perks Affliction (linked to Mystery): The past cannot stay buried around me. Connection (1): The Library of Fortitude

Mitka most certainly has Child of the Ash 3. Their element or estate is... it's complicated, but it's the way water freezes or ice melts, and how history is preserved and memory is fluid, and all that interplay between that. Let's call it the Melting of Memory or the Freezing of History, but it's both. It's not a world that exists in Town, but out there in the Outside, there might be something like that.

I'm inclined to call their Normal Mode Historical Preservation and their Wicked Mode Memory's Imperfection. Or is it vice versa? They put their sunglasses, glasses, goggles or whatever eyewear they're wearing up when Wicked Mode-ing and down when they're not.

The Property that happens when in Normal Mode is "You should try to keep history in mind." and coalesces into "History must be preserved." after a while. Moodsplosion just makes historical fact unable to be forgotten.

The Property of Wicked Mode is "Your memories are getting hazier.", turning into "Memories must be malleable." after a while. Moodsplosion casts doubt or alters memories.

And now the big thing... History's Kaiju is a giant icy angelic thing, all snowflake crystalline beauty and translucence. It freezes things near it, though it's not a very strong freezing unless it spends miraculous energy.

Memory's Kaiju is a spirit made of water. It looks like... a swarm of fish, but it's all made from water, flowing through the air. Things get very wet around it.

In either form, Kaiju Mitka can use a variant of Shed Scales to switch between "Freezing" and "Melting". Memory's Kaiju begins to frost over with silvered scales when in "Freezing" mode, and History's Kaiju begins to drip in "Melting" mode.

In a campaign, Mitka could be working on ways to become more big and kaijulike, but maybe they might go on Awakening, connecting themselves to the general past as expressed through history and memory. Creature of the Light is also something they would like to pursue.

This is all very complicated, but Mitka seems to be cool with it.

Mitka is the Chuubo Teen version of Edelweiss, the Lightlord/Angel of The Freezing Point of Water, Records and Recollection as described in this post. Who is based off an Original Character who is a god of, well, those things. 

It’s possible that Mitka might, later in their life, discover they have a third form based off “air” and “narrative” and a third “mode”. This would be represented by a perk similar to Alternate Identity but not quite. This also changes the paradigm from “The Past” to “Depictions” or something like that, which is mildly awkward which is why it’s not default Mitka.