#THERE IS NO SKY THERE IS NO SUN AND NOTHINGS STILL AMD THINGS THEY COME THAT SCREECH AND HOWL WITH RISLW INSANEAND GIVE YO YOU THE KISS OF

[art-o-gant]

THE AFTERLIFE IS FULL OF DEATH

[maybe-its-micheal]

Like an Orange Spark...

/rp /dsmp

Ghostbur watched as Dream, Tommy, and Techno talked. He was sure he had just known what they were discussing, but now the context seemed to slip through his fingers... he was used to the feeling, though, and shrugged it off. He tried for a few minutes to pay attention, but kept forgetting what everyone was talking about, amd decided to do something else. He turned his back to them, and let his eyes wonder across the snowy landscape.

It was really was a lovely day, the leaves of the spruce trees swayed slightly in the chill breeze, leaving shadows dancing on the ground. A few small bushes peaked up over the snow, dotted with red berries, and the sun sat in the center of the cloudless sky. Ghostbur heard a slight rustle from a near by bush, and spotted a hint of blue from behind it.

"Listen, Techno, you owe me. Im calling in that fav-"

"Friend!" Ghostbur yelled, interrupting whatever it was Dream was on about.

Techno's expression, a mix between anger and concern, shifted to pity as he looked over at the ghost. It was odd seeing the man who he'd once fought alongside like this... he was a capable leader, and a dangerous enemy. But that was in another life...

Tommy was tense, and flinched as Dream snapped his head around to glare at Ghostbur. He grumbled something under his breath before turning back to Technoblade. "Look. I dont want to make this a big thing-" Techno put a hand up to interrupt as he gave Dream a serious look. He turned to Ghostbur, handing him a lead.

"Hey, Ghostbur. Me and Tommy need to talk to Dream, but I saw a patch of blue flowers on the other side of the village. How about you take Friend and see if you can find them?" He asked.

"Ok!" He responded excitedly. Blue was his favorite, he was always looking for more. "You guys have fun!"

He tied the lead to Friend and ran his grey fingers through the soft wool. He turned to go, hearing a few hushed sentences as he walked off.

"He shouldn't have to watch something like this," Technoblade whispered.

Dream scoffed. "Not like he'd remember anyway. But now that he's gone, I want Tommy to..."

And the voices trailed off. Wilbur decided to fill the quiet by talking to friend- that always cheered him up! "Today I've been spending lots of time with Technoblade!" he told the sheep. "We brewed a whole bunch of invisibility potions together, it was lovely. You know, I think they may be his favorite kind of potion, he kept going on about how much he wanted to share them with Tommy." He gave a slight chuckle, then stopped walking. He turned around to look back at the group. "Technoblade seems to really like Tommy. I cant imagine why..." he said with a jokey smile, eyes fixed on Tommy. He was a bit hunched over, still looking at the ground. Every so often he looked up, nervously glancing to Dream with big, glossy eyes, and then looking back down. Ghostbur frowned. "Maybe that was a bit mean to say. I was only joking," he clarified to Friend. "Tommy isn't all bad."

Ghostbur turned back around and kept walking. On his way to the village he got to thinking about Tommy... he could be really annoying, there's no denying that, but he also had a lot of good qualities. He remembered when they were first making L'manburg together; those were good times. Tommy had been very brave, then, and determined too. No matter how grim a situation looked he never seemed to be afraid of Dream, he just kept going. Maybe he was just a naive child, but in the end... the details were fuzzy, but Ghostbur was sure that in the end it was Tommy who did something to secure the future of their nation.

In the quiet he couldn't help but overhear some of the conversation taking place back over the hill. Their voices were getting louder, maybe they were all excited about something. A smile dawned on Ghostbur's face- maybe they'd sent him away because they're planning a surprise party! He stopped walking again, and did his best to listen.

"I am not handing him over to-" Techno's voice yelled.

"... control over... give it to me! Him. Give him to me!" Dream responded.

"You've done enough dam..."

"... never should have trusted..."

"I dont want to kill you."

It was hard to keep track of who was saying what, but it didn't sound much like party planning. Ghostbur went back to walking- he could see the wooden roofs of buildings in the distance, which meant he was getting close to the village.

In all the yelling he wondered why he couldn't hear Tommy's voice. Maybe he just hadn't listened hard enough- that was probably it. Being quiet is quite unlike Tommy, Wilbur thought.

"Come on, Techno... favor... my..."

"I dont want... can't betray him agai..."

"...Im sorry."

"Theseus."

Theseus... he wasn't sure why, but that name lit something up in the back of his mind. It was only there for a moment, like a flickering spark. A memory. Phil had told him and Techno about Theseus when they were kids... it was a bedtime story, he thought. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and shut his eyes, trying to focus on it, and see if he could get the spark to come back. Friend looked at him with a tilted head and bah'ed, as if to ask why they stopped walking.

"... can make a deal..."

"Hand him over... want..."

"I'll never fall for..."

"He's just a kid, Dream. He..."

Wilbur could see the spark in his mind- a little glowing dot of orange bouncing around in an infinite void of grey and blue darkness. Then, all at once, the spark lit up, erupting into a flame that filled his entire mind. Ghostbur jumped backwards with surprise, falling into the snow.

His mind took him back to another time; another life, when he was another person. The war was still going on, the first one with Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy. Eret had already betrayed them.

In his mind, he saw Wilbur- himself- no, Wilbur- standing on the banks of a lake back in Dream SMP territory. An oak path stretched over the water like a bridge, and Dream stood to one side, Tommy on the other. They both held a bow and a few arrows.

Fundy and Tubbo were there with him, and so were George and Sapnap. Everyone was deadly silent, except for Wilbur. He was counting, loud and clear, his voice echoing over the scene.

"...in it for me..."

"...give you... ever want..."

"Fine, its a deal."

"...I'm sorry, Tommy..."

"... Theseus... cliff... the person he took refuge f..."

"...faster."

"... seen it coming."

The talk was drowning out the memory... the firelight was flickering, and peices of the scene were covered with grey darkness and splotches of blue again. Ghostbur was desperate to hold on, he held his head in his hands and pushed his eyes shut tight. "No no no no no," he muttered to himself, hoping for it to stay just a few moments longer. Through the fading light he heard his past self reach the number 10 amd stop counting... Tommy and Dream turned around to face eachother.

"Please, Techno, I dont want to go," Ghostbur heard from back in reality. Tommy's voice was breaking through his memory... it was all falling apart.

"Come on, Tommy. Take off the armor, don't make me do this the hard way," Dream replied.

"I dont want to, Techno. Hes going to kill me, please!"

"I'm not going to kill you if you cooperate. Hurry up," Dream barked.

The memory was almost gone. There was no more Fundy, or Sapnap, or oak path. It was only water as a heap of bubbles disturbed the surface. When they cleared Ghostbur could see Tommy struggling in the water. He was about to reach the air again, but then-

An arrow plunged itself through Tommy's heart, killing him instantly, and it all came flooding back.

He was snapped back to present day, and running back to the three. Friend was left behind in the snow. Dream shot Tommy. That was the memory, how Tommy lost his second life. Dream shot him. "You BASTARD!' He shouted at the top of his lungs as he sprinted back the way he came. "You fucking BASTARD!"

Then the darkness started to come back... Ghostbur balled his hand into a fist. Dream let out a yell... and it all went grey.

Next thing he knew, he was seated with Technoblade in the house. He looked around. "Oooh! You're brewing! Are you making invisibility? Thats your favorite potion," he told the pig. Techno looked up.

"No, its... harming." He replied. "I thought- you know since you're undead it would work kind of like skeletons and zombies."

"Aww, it's for me? Thanks! But why would I need to heal?" He paused, feeling a bit cold. There was a draft- maybe a window was opened upstairs.

"Because-" Techno stopped and looked at the ghost. "Do you not remember?"

Ghostbur paused. "Hmmm... well I know Dream came to visit. And then... something about an arrow? No, that wasn't it... I guess I dont really remember. What happened?"

Technoblade sighed, and set the potion down. "Nothing big. Im just glad youre ok."

Ghostbur laughed, "well yeah! It's not like I could die again!" That draft was getting big- he looked down.

"Oh." He said. There was a massive hole in his yellow sweater, but the grey akin underneath was left unharmed. "How did..?"

"Dont worry about it. Phil is already working on making you a new one, too, by the way. It'll be blue."

Ghostbur gasped. "Oh my god!" He exclaimed with a smile, "thats my favorite color!"

Technoblade chuckled. "I know, Ghostbur. I know."

"I should tell Tommy," the ghost decided. "Where is he?"

Techno's face fell. "He... had to leave."

Ghostbur shrugged. "I don't remember that, when?"

"Just a few minutes ago... he went with Dream."

Ghostbur smiled pleasantly. "Thats nice, they really are such good friends."

"Yeah..." Technoblade replied. "Friends."

[razorblade180]

interdimensional Dads 4

Jaune:Who’s Next?

Jaune:Pick a number from one to a thousand.

Jaune:Since you married Yang it’s either 69

Jaune:Or 420, but because it you I’m gonna with 7

Jaune:Purple gets to go.

Jaune:....Oh did you- oh I see. That’s stupid. I like how he got the answer but it’s stupid.

Jaune:Hate to break it to you all but I can already tell that I’m probably the least interesting here. My Remnant doesn’t have anything crazy going on.

Jaune: Lucky you. We just wanna relax.

Jaune:Hehe, anyways I started dating Blake when we were at Beacon. Well I guess technically we didn’t date but we went on a lot of dates because we liked similar things. Music, tea, some books.

Jaune:Filth!

Jaune:*red* It’s been called that, yes. It’s something nice to bond over.

Jaune:Bond over, or bind over?

Jaune:I’m surprised you didn’t say bondage over.

Jaune:So scandalous. How grown of you.

Jaune:What would your dear parents think? Oh the shock!

Jaune:Why am I the one getting picked on!? You guys would literally find a similar interest in it!

Jaune:We know, it’s just funny seeing you red. Please continue.

Jaune:I can’t imagine the trip around the world was dramatically different. Reuniting with Blake was super comforting. We finally started officially dating after she scared me half to death at Argus. After beating Salem I decided to go with her back home after visiting my folks. Her parents were stunned to see yet another blonde-

Jaune:Sun or Yang?

Jaune:Both...you see, they new Sun for obvious reasons. Yang was a little more....how to put it?

Jaune:....She was in love with her too, wasn’t she?

A strange feeling of guilt and sadness filled the air.

Jaune:Yang and Blake were always pretty close, more so than with me in certain aspects. They were partners so of course it would be like amd with all the stuff that happened between them since Beacon, Yang falling in love with her was so easy to see. It wasn’t like it was one sided either, but those aspects, the knitty gritty hardships they shared? Sometimes sharing all that history makes it hard to have a normal relationship. So Yang took it pretty rough when we officially got together.

Jaune:That must’ve been a rough pill to swallow.

Jaune:It definitely was awkward at first l and a little bit of animosity. But eventually overtime it got better, until it didn’t... Blake and I had a kid. Our quiet little Lucas. Yang never out right said anything but having him and seeing us, me have a life with Blake brought sadness along with whatever happiness she did have for us. So she barely visits; she’s still kind when does though but it’s hard not to see that she would rather be somewhere else.

Jaune:Damn that’s....that’s rough. I couldn’t imagine my life without Yang. She’s practically my best friend at this point; always there to pick me up.

Jaune:Yeah she’s been a real life saver for me too.

Jaune:She’s my wife so it goes without saying that a world where she doesn’t want to be around me or Blake for that matter is pretty crazy. Do you at least have Ruby, Weiss, Ren and Nora?

Jaune:Yeah they’re around doing their own thing and we take turns visiting. Ruby tried to act like a bridge between us and Yang and it works for the most part. It’s rough but not as rough as it sounds. But any who, I guess I should talk about Lucas now.

Jaune:Before that, I couldn’t help but notice that you sound a little more...proper than the rest of us.

Jaune:*red* I’m always running into some important faunus that meets with Blake about equal rights stuff. It’s very weird being the only human around sometimes so I try extra hard not to say anything dumb. Don’t you have to meet with wealthy people a bunch?

Jaune:Yeah. They no better than to give me a hard time, or Weiss will kill them. They are very aware of the name ice queen.

Jaune:Ah.....Weiss. *smiles*

Jaune:So joe is your kid? I bet he’s as driven as his mother!

Jaune:*puts head on table* That boy has zero motivation! If you don’t bother him then he’ll lay around all day and sleep like a....well like a cat!

Jaune:Yikes...

Jaune:To be fair, I understand why. His semblance shows him various glimpses of the future that he’s never been able to complete control. Sometimes it activates without warning so it’s not uncommon for him to know something coming up. Poor guy can’t even finish a book sometimes without seeing his future self reading the ending.

Jaune:No wonder he has not motivation. The spice of life is being spoiled for him!

Jaune:Lucas is such a bright kid, a little bit awkward at times but he’s kind too. It’s a real bummer to see him in this constant slump. It’s not small things that get spot either. There are times he’s seen accidents happen and could do nothing to stop it, or the vision was so vague he didn’t know what was going on until it was too late. The world becomes pretty anxiety inducing if all you see is potential accidents.

Jaune:Potential?

Jaune:Yeah, it’s possible to avoid his visions. They aren’t set in stone by any means. He’s seen me beat him up in sparring and then didn’t show up. He’s walked out into the ocean before out of nowhere and speared a barracuda that he says “would’ve been bothersome later.” A family went swimming later on in that area. Still wish he went outside just to smell the roses though.

Jaune:Sounds frustrating, I feel for him. I don’t think my mind could function.

Jaune: I don’t think his is if he’s becoming a shut in. Maybe therapy or something? What does Blake think about all of this?

Jaune:Blake can convince him more than I can to move around more consistently. She’s always checking in out of nowhere and making sure both of us are doing well. This girl video chatted one time just to see if anything done anything fun, then forced us to find something fun to do if we haven’t. She knows if we’re left alone then we start stewing in our own thoughts way too much.

Jaune:That’s actually really sweet.

Jaune:I know! I can’t believe that’s my wife! We call her to make sure she takes a break from work or else she’ll work through lunch. We are basically tripping and picking each other up, it’s such a weird mess hehehe. That’s family though. It gets a little tense but nothing we can’t handle. Especially Lucas, I got a feeling his slump is about to turn into a rollercoaster.

Jaune:What makes you say that?

Jaune:Well....

xxxx

On a sunny day in menagerie a beautiful young girl looks up at the sky with complete serenity and wonder. It’s so blue, so simple, yet so fulfilling.

“You ever look at the sky and just wish you could touch it?” Her gaze drops to in front of her to see a very unamused Lucas.

“No, no I don’t.”

“That’s too bad. Are you more of a deep blue see guy or...”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to know my bodyguard.”

“Still not your bodyguard.” He groaned. “Can you focus on not moving. I have three shots at this.”

“I bet you’ll get it right first try, no pressure.”

Lucas’s eye twitched as the girl gave him a big smile in her frayed harness, fifty feet from the ground. The boy angled his feet on the unsecured steel beam just enough to distribute his weight evenly.

“You and I have very different viewpoints on tense situations...” He slowly leaned forward with his hands stretched out. “Grab my hands at the same time.”

“Is it bad I wanna know what happens if I don’t?”

Her question was meant with stressful silence and anxious looks that only made her smile. “Just kidding, I can’t grab your hands at the same time when they’re trembling. Lighten up a little.”

“You do know this is your life right now?”

“Yeah I know. Hey, you single?”

That came out of nowhere. He folded his ears, flustered and confused. “What does that have to do with-”

The girl suddenly grabbed his hands. “Boom, you stopped trembling. That’s what I call team-” the harness snapped. The feeling of complete weightlessness took her for a moment before gravity came to pull her down. It was in that second Lucas yanked her close, her body in his arms.

He slowly slid backwards onto sturdy ground and then felt a strong breeze that was more than enough to sever the beam from the rest. The girl gasped.

“The workers!”

“Don’t worry.” He looked over the edge to see all of them far away and the beam falling right into their massive pile of dirt he told them to put down. Lucas let out a long sigh before looking at the girl.

She raised her eyebrow. “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

He groaned again. Go for a walk they said. It would do you some good they said. Now I’m dealing with this.

“I’m single.”

“Cool, I’m not.” She giggled.

“.....” He slowly nodded. “I should drop you.”

“But you won’t.”

“Sadly....”

Part 3

[feeling-uncomfy]

This is for u @trademarked-but-not-really do with it what you will :D

There is a blood warning, just a heads up!

Also, Hawks platonically calling Tokoyami baby bird gives me serotonin —

"Goodbye, sir." Tokoyami waved from the front door of Hawks's agency. The sun was setting slowly, the sky was a warm orange colour. Hawks grinned and shot a feather to bump his interns shoulder, hands occupied. "Dont forget to text when you get back to the dorms, okay?" Tokoyami let's out a huff but nods and walks out of the building. Hawks sighs, another day done.

The other sidekicks left in an orderly fashion, each getting the paperwork finished relatively easily, so Hawks was left alone after a half hour. He sighed and looked down at the paperwork left unfinished.

It was his, so Hawks had no excuse to not have it done. Plus, the commission had been on his ass recently regarding his lack of monthly check-ins, which annoyed the winged hero. Why should he still have to answer to them? Hawks huffed and sat down, prepared to sit there and get it done.

Until there was a loud bang at the door.

Hawks sprang up. He had just closed up, why was someone there? He left his office and walked down the hall. He was about to tell whoever was there to piss off, but what he was met with made him freeze.

"Tokoyami?! What—?" Hawks walked up to the door, where Tokoyami was hunched heavily over it, clearly trembling. He didnt look up when Hawks approached, which worried him. "Kid? What's going on?"

Hawks opened the glass door, and Tokoyami fell through. Hawks let out a shout of alarm and picked his intern up, and set him on his feet. "Kid...?" Tokoyami still hadn't responded, his hands were clamped down on his beak, shielding it. Hawks couldn't help the confused expression rise on his face.

"What happened? Answer me, kiddo." He went to touch Tokoyami's beak, but the teen jerked out of his grip, and swayed dangerously on his feet. Hawks stared. It was like he couldn't stand straight.

"What happened? Answer me, kiddo." He went to touch Tokoyami's beak, but the teen jerked out of his grip, and swayed dangerously on his feet. Hawks stared. It was like he couldn't stand straight.

"Kid, I need to see your face, can you do that?" Hawks asked softly, moving closer. Tokoyami let out a pained noise in the back of his throat, but moved one hand. Hawks inhaled sharply. There was blood coating his hand, and it looked like the flow hadn't stopped.

Hawks was immediately put on edge. "Tokoyami, who did this." His voice had lost all hospitality, and Tokoyami scrunched up, clearly taken aback by the dramatic change. Hawks asked again, more urgently this time. Tokoyami couldn't get the words out.

"Did— didnt know what to—" Tokoyami shut his eyes tight again, his whole body tensed as another load of pain shot through his head. It was enough to make him stumble again. Hawks caught him easily, and moved him to the couch. Hawks didnt like how slurred and messed up his interns speech had become.

"Right, stay here, I'll go get you a first aid kit, okay? We'll fix this." Tokoyami didnt react. Hawks got worried. "Kid? Open your eyes, kid" Tokoyami's eyes opened slowly. They were glazed over and lidded. Hawks cussed. "Okay, okay. I'll be right back. Try stay awake for me." Tokoyami's eyes shut.

Shit. Did Hawks need to go to the hospital? Maybe? He should ask Eraserhead? No, the last time he asked about bird related things, Eraser said 'Hawks you're supposed to be the bird expert here.' and hung up on him. So no homeroom teacher. Maybe Dark Shadow would come out and give him answers.

Speak of the devil, Dark Shadow came round the corner. He didnt say anything, but turned and went back the way he came. Confused, Hawks followed. Tokoyami had moved from the couch to the ground. Hard, judging by the fact that the tremors had gotten worse.

"Fuck! Okay, I'm back, come on, up you come." Hakws gently moved Tokoyami to the couch again and opened the first aid kit. Tokoyami sank boneless into the plush couch, and his eyes shut again. Hawks slowly moved to peel his interns hands away from his face.

They didnt budge at first. "Come on kiddo, this'll make it hurt less, promise." Hawks coaxed gently. Tokoyami shuddered as both hands were placed on his lap. Hawks stared at the mess. It was hard to see where the blood was coming from, but there seemed to be a nasty gash across somewhere.

Hawks decided to ease his kid into it by starting at his hands. "Do you know what happened?" Hawks asked gently, pulling out a cleaning kit and wiping the red off Tokoyami's hands. His intern tried once again to get the words out, but it came out garbled and wrong. Dark Shadow came out, resting on Tokoyami's shoulder. "He cant talk properly." The shadow explained quietly, and Hawks nodded, shoving his anger down.

"Can you tell me what happened then? I really need answers here." Hawks was only partially frustrated at the lack of answers he was getting. Dark Shadow grew considerably in size. "Some asshole who doesn't like people with animal type quirks jumped us." Tokoyami's hands started shaking violently as Hawks shot up, wings flaring out.

"Are you fucking kidding me—?!" Hawks yelled. The first aid fell to the ground with a clang, and Dark Shadow flared up more. Hawks took a breath, calming himself. He picked the kit back up and silently cleaned the rest of Tokoyami's blood off of his hands. Tokoyami's hands still shook on Hawks's grip, he realised.

They came to the beak. "How much does it hurt? On a scale of one to ten." Hawks tried to gauge the reaction of the teen, reaching out. Tokoyami shifted back, shrugging. Dark Shadow answered before Tokoyami had a chance to. "He wants to tell you it's not that bad, but it hurts a lot. A solid nine point five." Hawks bit his tongue to stop himself from yelling again.

Tokoyami looked betrayed, but nodded in confirmation. Hawks exhaled slowly. "Okay, we'll I'm gonna give you something for the pain, and then I'll treat you. That sound good?" Tokoyami looked uncertainly over at the meds. More specifically, the needle. It took Hawks a second to realise why.

"...You dont like needles?"

A teen shook his head. That's all Hawks needs. He sits quietly, thinking. How was Hawks supposed to do this? Tokoyami starts opening his beak, but immediately makes a noise of pain and closes it. Dark Shadow doesnt translate.

Tokoyami tried again, slower and much more muffled than usual. "You... dont have to worry... I can—" He cuts himself off with a wince of pain, hand flying up to his beak again. Hawks takes his hand away, gripping tight. "Its okay, dont push yourself."

Hawks looks around for a distraction. If he can manage to get Tokoyami's mind off of the needle situation, Hawks might be able to inject him without a problem. He's used those drugs on his sidekicks and himself before, and they work fast, and are completely safe, a bonus. Plus, considering how small his intern is, Tokoyami should be put straight out, the stuff is strong.

Hawks's eyes land on the T.V. and he grins. He turns it on and flicks through the channels. Someone catches his attention. "Hey, isnt that Eraserhead?" He stops on a talk show. There, in all his glory, is the class 1A homeroom teacher. "He doesn't look very happy." Hawks laughs. Tokoyami is staring, seemingly occupied.

Hawks let's him watch for a little longer, setting up the needle. Dark Shadow noticed, but said nothing and continued to watch. Eventually, Hawks finally deemed Tokoyami distracted enough and quickly injected the needle into his interns arm. Tokoyami visible jolted, but the drugs worked fast and Tokoyami fell quiet, and slumped against the couch after a minute.

Hawks sighed. "Sorry kid..." Hawks turned him over, and got to work quietly. Tokoyami's beak was fragile, so Hawks had to work gently. He wiped a considerable amount of blood away and saw it. He wasnt surprised that it hurt. There was a large gash sliced over the right side of his kids beak. It was a messy cut, so obviously Tokoyami had either been moving or the person had shaky hands. Or both.

Either way, Hawks wasnt letting them away with this. He was gonna hunt the fucker down himself if that's what it took. He cleaned it up and was going to bandage it when Tokoyami's hand shot out and gripped Hawks's arm tight. Tokoyami's eyes were barely open and it looked like he was completely out of it.

Hawks chucked. "Alright bud, go back to sleep—" Tokoyami cut him off. "Hawkszzzz. There'sss dis guy. Dis guy and he keepssssss..." he trailed off, mumbling nonsense. Hawks stopped. A guy? He must really be out of it. Tokoyami continued. "He keepsss followin' me! Amd I dont know why... hess freaky dough. I domf like it."

Well, now Hawks was concerned. Before he could ask any questions, Tokoyami had gone slack again, his breathing evened out. Hawks didnt think much of it, and just bandaged him up. Hawks sat back with a sigh, looking at his work. Tokoyami was oddly calm, Dark Shadow no where in sight.

Hawks turned off the T.V and got up. He'd have to call Eraserhead once he was finished up with his interview, and judging by the yelling he heard, it wasnt going very well. Hawks looked down at the sleeping teen. He couldn't leave him on the couch, but he didnt want to risk injuring him further by moving him and fucking dropping him, which, knowing Hawks's luck, was a very real possibility.

Hawks decided it would be safer to just grab a blanket and wrap his intern in it. At least he'd be comfy, right? Hawks grabbed the fluffy one he'd seen the kid eye after a rough patrol. Hawks manoeuvred the kid and wrapped him into a mini burrito. Hawks smiled and decided fuck it, the kid was up, might as well move him. He carefully walked down the hall towards the elevator.

He asked himself where he would put the kid. The simple answer was to put him in Hawks's room, but his office was all the way down at the bottom floor. Would Tokoyami be able to handle the elevator if the drugs are still in his system when he woke up? Hawks sighed and brought the paperwork with him, playing the safe game.

Hawks sets his kid in his bed, and does the rest of his work quietly, feathers keeping a close watch on his kid as he sleeps without a problem. Hawks finishes his work and sits back, eyes closing. He drifts off, his feathers still active.

The next morning, his feathers woke him. Tokoyami is moving. Hawks groans and stands up, stretching and walking to his room. Tokoyami is sitting up, hands touching his beak with obvious confusion.

Hawks laughs and pushes his intern back down on the bed. "Go back to sleep, baby bird. It's still early." Tokoyami nods and curls up, still feeling exhausted. Hawks sits himself on the edge of the bed, watching his intern as his chest rises and falls. Hawks gets bored after a while, leaving as his phone buzzes.

Erasurehead? This should be fun. Hawks leaves and puts it on speaker. The angered shout that greets him tells Hawks everything.

"Hawks! You are aware of what a curfew is, correct?" Aziawa yells. He's in class as they speak. The rest of the class is confused. Bakugo rolls his eyes and Mina pokes at Asui and whispers something.

Aziawa continues without a pause. "Because I know damn well that Tokoyami wouldn't break curfew, so where is he? I swear if you tell me he's in hospital again." At this Hawks winced as the class perks up on the other end of the line. "Again?" Midoryia turns to Todoroki, who shrugs.

Hawks laughs. "Well, you'll be glad to know we didnt have to bring him this time, but—" Aziawa cuts him off. "Then why isn't he in class?!" Hawks sighs. "Some guy jumped him on his way to the train station, okay? They hit him hard, too."

The class grows nervous as Aziawa stays silent. Whatever Hawks had said must have either shocked him or caught him off guard. "Are you serious? Why—?" Hawks answers with a shrug. "Dark Shadow said something about animal-based quirks."

"Really? Just because of his appearance—" the class falls quiet again. Kirishima shakes Denki's shoulder. "They cant attack someone like that, right? Just because of his face?" Kirishima whispers, and Denki shrugs. Shouji's fists clench. He's delt with more than enough of those types of people in his life. Iida was chopping angrily, and Bakugo looked pissed.

Aziawa is still ranting. He's gotten so angry he couldn't hold his phone, in fear of breaking it. So it went on speaker as he went on a tangent. Hawks finds a good place to cut in. His voice rings loudly in the class.

"Hey, I'm just as angry at you. But the kid is trying to sleep. Maybe keep it down?" Hawks chuckles darkly. "Not like he'll be able to voice his complaints, though."

Aziawa immediately regrets it, but he asks why. "The motherfucker slashed his beak. It'll probably scar, it was deep." Hawks peeked into the room. Tokoyami was still asleep, turned away from the door. Hawks closed the door softly and tuned back into the conversation. Aziawa was yelling. There were other voices yelling, as well.

Aziawa's voice rang clear. "Sorry, Hawks. Gonna have to cut this short. Bring him back around when he wakes up, Recovery Girl will help him. Bakugo! Dont you dare—! Fuck!" The line went dead.

Hawks laughed. Looks like the class knew. He turned to go down the hallway, but stopped when something pulled at his jacket. He turned to see Tokoyami standing, albeit wobbly. The blanket Hawks had wrapped around him hung on his shoulders, and Tokoyami's body disappeared under it.

Hawks smiled softly. "Hey there, baby bird. What's going on?" Hawks moved to support him as the teen almost went down. Slowly, they moved to the kitchen. With Dark Shadow's help, Tokoyami sat on the counter, still wrapped in the blanket. Dark Shadow faced Hawks. "He's wondering how to eat. We're hungry."

Hawks blinked. "I hadn't thought about that...." He trailed off. "We'll ask Recovery Girl when we see her. You wanna go now or do you wanna wait?" Tokoyami shrugged. Hawks shook his head. "Well, let's re-bandage your beak first, then we'll go, sound good?"

Tokoyami nodded and moved to stand. It took a minute, but they got there. Hawks took off the bandages. The wound looked as ugly as ever. "Hey, what did the guy look like?" Tokoyami thought about it. He turned towards the T.V and his face dropped. He pointed at the screen.

Hawks looked. Someone had been murdered late last night. Ouch, it looked brutal. There was something familiar about the wounds though...

"That looks like..." Hawks stared at the wound he was cleaning. "Oh. Holy shit." Hawks snapped his head up, looking for confirmation. Tokoyami nodded, a little too hard, and hissed in pain. Hawks steadied him. "Wait. If the wound is so similar, then..." He turned the volume up.

"The only suspects we have at the moment are the league of villains, and that's because of the dust left behind. Also scorch marks left on the victim's back..."

Hawks's phone lit up as a message came through. He checked it. It was from an unknown number, which meant it was from Dabi.

"You're welcome." Was all it said.

Hawks typed out his reply. He asked why the fuck he would do something like that. Dabi responded with: 'Dude was on our hit list anyways. He should learn to think twice before slicing a league member so close to Shigaraki.'

This left Hawks confused. Dark Shadow said that the guy didnt like people with animal-based quirks, so it would have to be their driver, but the last part....

Oh well. He's dead now. That's all that matters.

He took Tokoyami to Recovery Girl, and she did all she could. Within a week it had scarred, much to Tokoyami's annoyance. He could talk properly, which was okay. Before he got used to it though, he had a lisp. Hawks thought it was adorable. A lisp plus head tilts?? Hawks's intern was the cutest, no doubt.

Hawks grinned as Tokoyami waved goodbye two weeks later. "Make sure you get home this time, okay?" Tokoyami sighed and flipped Hawks off, being the last person to leave.

Hawks laughed. Hopefully this time there would be no unexpected attacks on his intern. Hawks walked to his office and stared at the pile of paperwork left unfinished.

"Son of a bitch—"

This ended on a funny note, though I wanted to make a point on quirk discrimination. With everything that's happening in America right now, its important to say

Black lives matter. They have mattered all along, and they will always matter.

But I do hope you enjoyed! If you wanna see anything else, just ask! I'm always open to suggestions :D

[adulttrio-imagines]

Hey, you did a couple of headcanons of the adult trio amd how much they would care/react to their s/o leaving them. Could you please do a scenario where Hisoka see’s her for the first time post breakup? Like he wasn’t actively looking for her, but now that she’s here, might as well have some fun, right? Bonus points if she’s also a hunter. I love you and your writing this blog is a blessing. Keep up the great work!

“I wouldn’t have expected you to be here of all places, love.”

Fate is a funny thing. You remember thinking briefly. For just a moment, you could have sworn feeling time spinning to a stop as you became distinctly aware of the salt from the sea, the lightness of the breeze, the itch of the rough wood scratching against your bare thighs. Circumstances far beyond your control often came back in circles, perhaps to remind you of your own failings. As if you were nothing more than a balloon, floating blissfully in the sky, before the sudden uptake in pressure crushes you and send you tumbling to the ground.

It is impossible to hide the horror that creeps up your skin and burrows deep into your temples when you hear the low tone of his voice drag itself across your ear. Frozen in your seat, you could only struggle to calm your breaths as he crept up from behind like a thief in the night, casually leaning against the back of the bench as the overwhelming scent of his sickening sweet perfume flooded your senses, allowing panic to creep in.

He grabs a fistful for your hair in his clawed hands, absentmindedly running his fingers through them, slowly inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo before tossing it away. “It’s been far too long, don’t you say?”

You visibly stiffen, and you can tell he’s smiling, even without looking. You hadn’t expected to see him here, of all places. A quiet little beach town, secluded from major cities and surrounded by thick lush forest and mangroves. Cold sweat brews at the crown of your head, and you twist your hands into the fabric of your clothes to hide the shaking. You had hid your channels, you were so sure you did. Weeks of planning in an effort to erase your existence didn’t come easy, but you thought you succeeded, and had finally won, running away to hide here, undisturbed, away from the hunters, the mafia, and most importantly, from him.

“I can’t say it’s nice to see you again.” Somehow, you find your voice. It’s hoarse from shock, but stronger than how you actually feel. Staring out into the ocean envelops you with a sense of confidence you haven’t had in a long time. You don’t bother turning to face him, even when he leans in close enough that his nose brushes against your ear and his breath is hot down your neck. His nen hasn’t changed a bit, and it swirls around you like poisoned tendrils, crooning veiled threats in your ear. He’s itching for a fight, impatiently shifting from foot to foot as he leans into your ear.

“That makes one of us.” You feel his eyes eating you up, as his nen strokes the curves of your ankles and slowly make their way up to your knees. Even dressed in simple, loose fitting clothes does he leer strangle the breath out of your lungs, and you’re briefly thrown back in time, a cloud of poison squeezing you like rotten fruit as you struggle against his violent choke, squashing out every last bit of fight you had in you.

Your eyes are watering, why is everything getting so dark? It’s hard to breathe, you can’t-

“You’re disgusting.” You motion to move away but he grabs you by the arm, and pulls you back down.

“That’s a terrible thing to say, darling. After how you left me, you can’t expect me to just let you go just like that-“

“Don’t you dare touch me.” The fragile sense of control you have desperately tried to maintain snaps in two. And your own nen explodes in such force that surprises even you, the air itself shimmering from the heat, and a sick sense of pleasure croons within you when shock briefly flashed across his face.

“So, so touchy.” He tuts, regaining composure immediately and withdraws his hand, but remains where he stood, “you still make it very difficult for me to love you.”

You scoff.

“Why is what I do, never enough to satisfy you?”

He smiles, play cards disappearing into thin air. “You’re just impossible for me to love.”

You finally turn to face him, and he looks the same, as if time has stopped flowing for him (it has for a long time). You decide he’s a little less boyish, the broadness of his shoulders better filling out his chest, the blue hair he sports reminds you of the rippling waves at sea and you hate that he now represents another thing you’ve grown to love. But the cruel mocking in his eyes and the way his lips curl haven’t changed since the day you met him.

“If you truly wanted me, you would have found me years ago. Now,” your own nen flares dangerously, slick and potent with rage, and you feel disgust rise in you as sick pleasure twists the handsome features of his face, “What do you want from me?”

He eyes you with an unreadable gaze, and turns to the ocean, letting loose an uncharacteristic sigh, as if you’re overreacting, as if every word, every hit, every warped action he did that corrupted your very sense of self meant nothing (it doesn’t to him).

“I just want to talk.” He finally says, pulling out a worn deck of cards, lazily shuffling through them in easy repetitive motions. You smother the urge to knock them out of his hands.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I am. I’m just here to talk.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” There’s nothing left to say.

He peers curiously at you, yellow eyes glinting under the earning morning sun as he places the cards down on his lap.

“Do you hate me?”

“Yes.” And of course you do, you do, you do. You hate him so much that it breaks you in two and burns everything around you to ash.

His draws a queen of hearts from the deck, absentmindedly twirling it between fingers. “Why do you lie to yourself?”

“It’s the truth. If you can’t accept that it’s not my problem.” To your amazement, your feet don’t shake when you stand up.

“If I can do this,” you remember thinking when you ran away, “I can do anything.”

He doesn’t stop you this time, you follow his gaze and look at the sky. It’s so blue, so vast, so bright, looking at it makes the aching hurt in your chest bloom with such vigor that your vision blurs.

“I really did l-.”

“Stop.” You hold his gaze, a strange coolness wets your cheeks. You’ve decided you didn’t want to hear this. You didn’t want to know this, didn’t want to process this, for hearing his words, hearing him say what you desperately wanted to hear all those years ago would unravel every single thread you’ve sewn to mend the fractured pieces of your sanity back together. Piece by wretched piece, you strung them all back together, even when the needles pierced your skin and your blood stains everything a deep red. At the end of it all, there was no meaning in forcing yourself to hold on to the broken fragments of your relationship

He reaches out to hold your hands, but you hastily bring them behind your back. You don’t need his comfort. You didn’t it then, you don’t need them now.

Instead, you force yourself to look him in the eye. They hold the same exact shade of gold that you love. You loved him, you loved him so much that every gentle touch, every soft smile, every shared joke, every time his lips brush against yours brings back unsaid memories of haunting violence laced with bitter words and stinging slaps that remind you of haunting nights where painful shrieks pool at the base of your throat and you would faint from the exhaustion of it all, burning yourself alive in an attempt to keep up with him.

Until you eventually arose from the ashes, struggling for breath, and flew far, far away to where he could never hurt you again.

And even now, even when you finally face him as an equal (it’s a lie, he sold his humanity a long time ago), you cannot find it in yourself to spill those hurtful words you wanted to all those years ago.

And for years, it was only silence.

He could have found you if he wanted, but he didn’t. Like everything else, you just weren’t worth his time.

You look at the sky again, the salt from the sea mingling with the sweetness of chopped coconuts as the laughter of children fills you with so much warmth that you actually smile when you look at him.

He hasn’t changed at all. From his elaborate clothes, to the painted highlights of his cheeks, while time stood still for him, it continued to flow for you, building you walls and your strength, so that you could now see him for what he always was.

“I’m a different person now, and I won’t play your games anymore.”

Bonus:

You can see the brief flash of confusion in his eyes as opens his mouth to challenge your words, but as if on cue, a high voice sounds.

“Mama! Mama!” Down from the beach, a chubby toddler with wavy tresses bounces up to the both of you, wide smile from ear to ear, proudly showing off a collection of shells in their bucket. Their cheeks are full and pink from the sun, the freckles climbing their shoulder a beautiful shade of brown as they stumbled clumsily on stubby feet. They stop short upon realizing your company, quickly scrambling to hide behind you as they peek up at the strange man.

You scoop them into your arms before Hisoka could react, protectively shielding them from him. His eyes flit between the both of you, and you see them narrow when they land on your child, who can only curiously return his gaze with bright amber eyes.

“Mama?” You feel your child’s hands curl hesitantly around your shirt, confused by the tension stretched taut between the both of you. Before you could answer, Hisoka cuts you off.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, getting to his feet.

“Yes, it is.” You didn’t even realize you had been holding your breath until he turns away, a shadow of a smile dancing on his lips.

“How cruel.”

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Promise I'm Not Slipping Away (pt.3)

Poe Dameron x Solo! reader

Summary: the pilot and storm trooper take you hostage but during uour escape things quickly fail.

Warning: swearing, viloence

I HAVE MIXED EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS!

I was also in a piss mood somewhere in the middle so its super bad but enjoy!

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"This is...this is real clever of you boys." You stated sarcastically as the storm trooper, who after a touching moment between the two men, poe had named Finn, finished cuffing your arm which now had you attached to poe.

"C'mon, supreme leader, taking me in was your first mistake." Poe stated smoothly with a grin. You scowled as finn yanked poes free arm pulling you both into the corridor outside of the room.

"Just shut up and follow us." Finn said sharply as he placed his helmet back on his head.

"Yhea got that." You replied back annoyed. You would've slipped away by now. But you didn't, not that you didn't want you, because you really did want to take both of these idiots out a while ago. But any time you attempted you felt something awful grip your gut. It only stopped when you did, not only that but you could tell that even if Finn wasn't trusting in himself to actually shoot you down you could sense poe was. He was, although slightly uncertain about it, he still had enough certainty to do it. So you followed.

You where silent and looked back at the control station above hoping someone above would catch wind of you. Luckily for you Hux was on post and looking down. "Now what is she doing down there?" He asked himself. You tripped slightly and poe moved his arm pulling you up. That was all he needed to know you weren't following along willingly.

"Someone stop that pilot!" He yelled and almost instantly the alarms went off and a squad of troops moved quickly after the three of you.

"Shit!" You heard poe mutter before he harshly pulled you along to a ship. He pulled you up the ramp and finn stayed behind you pushing you in. "Stop it! Stop it!" You hissed eventually the ramp shut and you where being pulled to the cockpit and sat you in the passenger seat. "Finn man the guns!"

Finn was quick to find it and get settled. You moved your arm in an attempt to free it but the ship was already taking off. "It's too late! They already know you have me! They aren't going to let us go!" Poe looked at you with a smirk and before you knew it the ship jerked forward fast and zipped out of the bay.

As the ship jerked forward you did too looking at him with a scowl. "Alright finn! Get ready they'll be hot on our tail...right about.... Now!" As he said that two red beams shot past the ship.

You could hear finn shout excitedly from where he sat and poe turned the ship suddenly causing you to slide right next to him.

"Ready finn!?"

"Rea-" before the rest of the word left his mouth something hit the ship with a solid slam and the lights turned red. "What the fuck was that!?" You asked.

Poe didn't answer and only hit a series of buttons. "Ok...change of plans...switching gears." You watched him as he moved his hands dragging your arm with his still attached.

"HANG ON!" You gripped the side of his seat as he drove the ship forward and flipped upside down so you now ended up behind the last two tie-fighters. "Finn, buddy? You in a better position?"

"Yea!'

"Then go!" With two of them where shot down, the last one menover  so it just missed it and shot at one of the engines.

"Finn! Now!" With that it was shot down amd you went flying through space again only to start malfunctioning. "Oh stars,oh stars! We're going to die!" The last thing you remember from the ship was watching the bright yellow sands of Jakku come into view before you crashed.

The sun was hot. But you really didn't expect anything less when you woke up facing the sky with nothing but pain overcoming your entire being. You groaned and moved your hands to rub your eyes but your wrist was caught.

You turned your head and caught the glint of the sun reflecting back into your eyes from the restrains that still connected you and the pilot, who laid motionless on the ground on the other end of the restraints.

"Shit..." You pushed yourself upright and pulled your arms shaking him in an attempt to wake him. "C'mon get up! I'm not frying alive out here!" He groaned as you continued to do so.

"What!?" He finally asked annoyed. "Get up.we need to get off this damn planet."

You said rising to your feet pulling his arm. He huffed and followed suit quickly, and following behind you as you picked through the pile of metal that was the ship. "Here." You handed him a blaster and waved your hand over the restraints so that they clicked free and fell to the ground.

"Whats this for?"

"Well i am expecting you to safely lead me across this hell planet." You said pulling off layers of your clothes and rolling your sleeves.

"Wait, wait, wait wheres finn?" You stopped and looked around. "Who's to say? The wreckage goes back for miles maybe he fell out way back...maybe he already left. Which would be a great idea! This land is filled with scavengers, ruthless scavengers."

He sighed and looked torn. You pushed your hair back and patted his shoulder. "I'm sure he's alright...you did a really good thing getting him out of there...now lets go." You said that softly before walking past him in the opposite direction he faced.

You heard him let out a deep breath before he turned and followed you. "If we wanna get off this planet we need to keep heading that way." He said pointing far off in the distance. "Thats where you found me last night...that where my ship will be. We get there and I do a few repairs on it we'll be off."

You nodded and stepped aside letting him take lead.

The sun was now some what low by the time the both of you saw the little town off in the distance. "Think we'll make it by sun down?" You asked as you continued to walk.

"We should...hey why haven't you run away by now? Found your own way back? You following me just means your still my prisoners."

You shrugged and stopped to face him. Searching for an explanation. "I..." You trailed off seeing something behind him.

"You what?" He pushed but you where so focused on the the group that made there way towards the both of you, blasters ready in hand. "Shit get down!" You grabbed his shoulders and tackled him to the ground, crashing on top of him as they began to fire.

You grabbed the blaster you had given him earlier and shot back.

You rolled off of him and continued to shoot. "Start running i'll cover you!"

"Are you crazy!?"

"Go!" You snapped rising to your knees, you stopped a blaster beam mid air and forced it back at the attackers. Poe stood up and started running towards the town.

You pushed your hand out to them and they fell back giving you enough time to turn and run.

"What are they!?"

"I told you scavengers! They tend to attack and strip any one and any thing of something they can sell off!"

He grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a small hut so you could catch your breath.

"Well we made it.." He said. You looked up at the small scattered houses that the farther you looked the closer and more crowded they got.

"Finally..."

You set up a small camp right next to poe's x-wing. You sat by the fire as he worked away on the ship.

You stared into the fire and got lost in deep thought.

"Your grandfather would be proud."

You scoffed at the thought, but mainly yourself. You knew full well why you hadn't killed poe when you should have, why you hadn't run away from him and waited for your brother, even hux to come find you.

And though you obviously wheren't resisting the pull. You hated it, but you also hated not feeling it.

"You look conflicted." You snapped from your thoughts when you heard poes voice.

"What?...OH! uh..no im..im fine!" He didn't look convinced but sat down across from you. "We should be ready to go early afternoon tomorrow.."

"Great!" You said rolling your sleeves down now that it had gotten somewhat chilly do to the lack of the beating sun.

"And...uh thanks for..ya know saving my tail back there." Before you could respond he was already laying back in the sand ready to sleep.

You sighed and did the same thing and slowly dozed off.

By morning you found that sleeping in the sands of jakku wasn't necessarily the most comfortable pf terrains to fall asleep on especially with it's increasing temperatures as soon as the sun began to rise.

"Finally awake i see!" Poe shot sarcastically to you. "Oh ha very funny fly boy!"

"Well if it means anything i got a head start and she's already to go!"

You made your way over to him. "So we can leave this awful planet finally!"

"And go back to the resistance base." He said. You said nothing in turn to that going back to your thoughts from the night before.

"Well if you are ready then lets go!" The ride to the base was somewhat quiet and when you arrived you felt extremely unnerved by a strong presents that only grew as you followed poe through the base.

"General organa!"

"Commander Dameron! It's good to have you back!"

"Thank you general but i have news i brought someone who i think might help."

Poe gestured to you and both general organa and poe looked at you.

You could hear her let out a soft breath and You stood in the door way eyes glued to the ground as she walked over to you. She stood there in front of you, saying nothing, making no movement for a while. Then quietly she reached up to your chin and lifted your head so that you where looking at her.

"You've got my eye's...." She said softly with a light smile. "And your tall now...you get that from your dad....you both do." You gave her the same light smile in return.

Soon enough her arms where around you hugging you tightly it took you by surprise but you slowly returned the gesture and wrapped your arms around her burying your face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry..." You mumbled.

"I know...I know you are...it's not your fault."

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Tagging!

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[sunnylildragun]

Made to bee?

Taiyang Xiao Long was happy. Really, he was. But there was this unsettling tightness in his chest that wouldn't leave him alone...

It's not that Taiyang Xiao Long doesn't like Blake Belladonna. It's just that... it's all very familiar. Blake is a good girl. Blake is different. Blake came back. But still, she left Yang, and broke his daughter to the core in a time of need. He does not dislike her. He just sees a lot more of Raven in her than he would like.

He tries to tell himself that no, Blake won't make the same mistakes as Raven. No, she won't leave Yang again. Not after everything they went through. Hell, they killed a man when they were only nineteen. They helped defeat Salem. They went through much more to strengthen their bond than Raven and himself ever did. Taiyang and Raven were young and raw when they decided to marry each other. Yang and Blake are different.

Still, when he got the golden and purple invitation, he couldn't help but feel his heart sink. A wave of memories ran wild in his mind. Blake is different. Blake won't hurt her. Blake won't leave her. Not like what Raven did to us. Not like what Raven did to me. That's what he told himself in his mind, but his heart was held in its place by his stomach.

He tries to smile when the fiancees come over. He makes them lunch, they share stories, Yang tells him about how Weiss and Sun are going crazy with the preparations of the wedding. Blake looks at Yang lovingly as she talks, with a smile. Nothing changed. Nothing changed between them, Blake looks at her with as much love as the day Taiyang met up with the group in Vacuo. He noticed that day, and he notices now.

They love each other. He knows that. He loves them. But somehow, this feels different. This is scary for him. And Blake catches up on that while Yang is doing the dishes, jamming to some band's song- Nevermore?- and starts conversation.

"You know..." The woman says. "Ten years ago, I vowed to not break my promise to her. That I wouldn't leave." She smiles at him sadly, amber meeting blue. "I'm not her. I'm not Raven. I love your daughter more than I think I could ever love anybody. She's everything to me, Tai."

"I... know." Taiyang smiles back at her, and a more upbeat song about gardens of ecstasy start playing at the kitchen. "I just..." a sigh. This was hard. "Don't worry about it. You make her happy. That's all that matters."

It leaves his mouth as if it settled something. It was more like he was trying to convince himself. Blake nods, but he sees her jaw tighten, as if her demons are earing at her, all at once. He ears go down, making her look defeated. Thoseears never lied... Taiyang didn't mean to do that to her. He didn't mean to feel this way either. Gods, it was so hard. Why was it so hard? He said it himself, all that matters is that Blake makes Yang happy. Then why was it this damn hard.

Not many days after the two women visited, Yang called him. Apparently, Blake was overworking, and she only did that when she was overthinking. It only started after their day at Taiyang's house, and Yang wanted to know why. It was not accusatory. She just wanted to know what happened.

"I-I..." his voice caught in his throat. "We... uh... talked."

"About what, dad?"

"She told me she would never leave you. That she loves you, but..." Taiyang was crying by this point. "I could only think of Raven, Yang..."

Silence. One or two moments of silence passed.

"She proposed to me, dad. I don't think she would do that if her plan was to leave." Yang's voice was low, a mix of tears, and anger. "She's not like mom. We both have known that for far too long."

And that was the last time father amd daughter talked for the following moth before the wedding. Every single time Blake was on the news, giving a speech as the ambassador of Faunus Rights, he felt his heart clench. She looked tired. So, so tired. And every single time there was a comment about Yang's new mission going less flawlessly than the past ones, the guilt filled him.

According to Ruby, who kept in touch with both of them, they didn't seem to be upset with each other, but she had found them having more moments of comforting each other than she had seen in some time. Ruby gently implied that he fucked up. He knew he did, oh gods, he knew he did.

And that's why he feels like he does not deserve to be on the first row, with Ruby and Qrow to his left and Kali Belladonna to his right. The ceremony iz held in Menagerie, and Ghira would be the one to marry them. It is the tradition of menagerian marriages, the chieftain to celebrate the ceremony. He has a spark in his eyes as he talks about the two young women kneeled facing each other. How they click. How their souls belong to each other. How this was always meant to be. It is beautiful. The Belladonna man had a way with words, just like his daughter, and pours every bit of emotion into the speech.

Then, it's time for their vows.

"Blake Belladonna. Remember when I said you were a lost cause?"

"How to forget?" Blake's sarcastic remark makes everyone, including Taiyang himself, to laugh.

"Well, I was wrong. You are a cause worth fighting for, Blake. I love you with every inch of my being and every beat of my heart. I don't know who I would be without you. You may still think that there are things that were your fault," Yang emphasizes that by clenching Blake's hang with her prosthetic lightly, "but they aren't. It all made me grow, made me become who I am today. I am stronger now, Blake. Although I would enjoy feeling you with both hands, I would do it all over again for you. And it's because I love you so much that, under this sky of sun, I give my body for you to have, my heart for you to cherish, and my soul for you to love." Yang puts a golden ring in form of dragon, which has eyes shining with gold, on Blake's finger. They share an aura bond. He can tell that the ring is sealed by Yang's aura.

That makes tears come to Blake's eyes, and she smiles at Yang, a smile so big that reaches her eyes and lit her face up. "I am so grateful for that night you interrupted me while I was reading. Yang Xiao Long, even as we are away, I still feel like my heart is with you. You are the like that makes the shadows of my past cease, that chases the demons of my mind stop torturing me. When I'm not with you, I feel that I cannot shine, and I can't leave you, my sunshine. I fall in love with you every single day, and I know that I'll never stop falling for you, even when death comes. And it's because I love you so much, that under all the pieces of the shattered moon I vow you my body for you to have, my heart for you to cherish, and my soul for you to love." Blake kisses Yang's left hand and puts there the black ring in form of a panther, which has eyes shining in a purple light.

With that, Ghira tells the brides may kiss, his eyes teary. As they do, Taiyang wipes his tears. Somehow, his doubts disappeared as Blake said her vows. Oh, he doesn't believe for so long he doubted this beautiful, loving woman. Blake loves Yang, Blake will never leave her. And now he doesn't need convincing, his heart just believes it. The pair gets up and looks at him, as he is not the only one clapping.

Taiyang doesn't know what he is doing until he has both in a tight hug. The crowd gasps, and so do Blake and Yang, but then they wrap him in a hug as well. He cries in their shoulders, soaking Yang's blue smoking and Blake's uncovered shoulder, since her yellow dress' straps fell off her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, girls. I'm so, so sorry." He pulls away, putting his hands on each of the girls' soulder. He smiles at Yang, whose tears are cascading down her face, and whose smile lights up her whole face. Then, Taiyang looks Blake in the eyes, those golden pools shining with tears and care. "I am specially sorry to you, Blake. I don't know what was in my head. Guess I lost the majority of my brain cells with Raven, huh?"

The girls remain silent for a while, and then laugh. It's okay. They're all okay. And from now on, Taiyang Xiao Long knows they belong nowhere but with each other. Their souls are bonded together, as they are bound to be.

[crypterion-moon]

The Vestiges of humanity

Summary: There’s a world where everything looks normal on the outside but it hides horrors amd mysteries beyond human capabilities. This earth teams with ordinary humans, protected by superpowered heroes. But there are those who will discover the truth on the shadowy corners just out of reach, and ascend.

Kon loves Tim, there’s no doubt about it, but the passage of time has not been kind to their relationship and Tim has at last made his decision. It’s time Kon knew the truth.

When Kon comes home, he is usually greeted by a clingy Tim. And he loves every second of it. Tim hated it when he left for something as massive as a mass monster take down, after spending most of the day nursing Kon back to health the last time he got called on one like this. Thankfully, today, he manages to get away with a few scrapes and that’s it. Tim would be pleased but today Tim wasn’t at the door. Tim rarely attended now, preferring to work behind the scene the way Bab's keeps tabs on Gotham. It was like she had eyes all over Gotham and Kon found that Tim was just as skilled as she was. But he missed having his boyfriend out on the field with him but Tim seemed so reluctant to go out, nearly shaking at the thought of it. Like he was sure something would go wrong if he was there. No amount of reassurance would convince him otherwise, though it was strange, like with everything else, Kon accepted it graciously and Tim made his appreciation apparent.

“Tim?” he called out, kicking off his shoes, Tim hated it when he trecked dirt into the apartment, he was beyond a clean freak, like dirt and mud terrified him. It was kind of amusing to see a grown man like him scolding Kon while furiously scrubbing away at the floors and walls like a madwoman in pink gloves. Right now, he needed a shower after that literal monster bash, he'd cleared off most of the slime but he’s pretty sure he smells like a trainwreck and Tim would tell him for sure. But first-

“Tim, I’m home.”

He better not be in one of his bad moods, Kon thought, whether it be a failed case or a mission gone wrong or just lack of coffee, once it starts, it’s nearly the hardest thing to deal with, making Tim come out of his downs was nearly as bad as beating down an alien army invasion. It had been getting a bit worse lately. Tim had been down in the dumps more oft. More distant, gazing out over the sky and city, transfixed and sad. He'd come back down though, nearly after a few hours and apologize to Kon repeatedly. Kon had chalked it up to his broken childhood and his time at the Waynes, though he's not sure what they did, it seemed to have affected him psychologically, but Tim always said they were kind, kinder than anyone he'd asked help from before, then fell silent after that. Unnerving, and he had his suspicions but Kon was sure he'd come clean eventually.

He stepped past the kitchen and into the second hallway.Sometimes, Tim would be trying to cook, unsuccessfuly, somehow it always resulted in some kind of unidentifiable pile of goo. It took a whole load of willpower for Kon not to crack a smile much less laugh while Tim pouted at his latest culinary failure. In all honesty, Kon was no better, so if they didn’t have one of Alfred’s special drop-offs, they’d order take out. Tim could eat a horse that’s for sure which shocked and awed Kon to no end with how Tiny Tim could keep his name. Speaking of which, he'd barely heard from the old man recently, something about having to tend to his family, not that he had ever seen them. Gotham was a strange place and everytime he'd tried to ask Dick about it, he'd grit his teeth and say it wasn't anything he needed to know. Kon was sure he was lying because he was raised by Alfred with the Waynes in Gotham but he seemed intent on keeping quiet about it.

“Tim?”

Where is he? This places wasn’t huge, not like the Wayne manor or the Tower, Tim must have surely heard him. Kon was almost sure Tim isn’t listening then, he already has a list of things prepared to make Tim feel better, including the most indulgent coffee he knows how to make and marshmallows, probably his tenth cup in a day but Kon wasn't about to question his tolerance. But he’s searched nearly every room now, their bedroom, the bathroom and the little office Tim had carved out for himself to work in. There weren’t that many places to hide so where could he be? He couldn’t have gone out could he? Kon tries to call his boyfriend’s cell. It rings from the bedroom, the same generic ringtone modified ‘to parody his life’ as Tim described it.

He didn’t take his phone, that’s odd. There’s a heavy feeling now, Kon could feel it setting in his stomach. His mind began to run through all the possibilites in his head the way Tim always does. Tim and his uncanny ability to project ahead, always steps ahead. The first thing that popped into his mind then was, someone had broken in. He’s scared for Tim. He shouldn't be Tim can take care of himself but he's more fragile than Kon at the same time.

“Tim, Tim, where are you?” he called out repeatedly, “Tim?”

The phone was still ringing, his call hadn’t been disconnected yet even though, the phone usually auto disconnects a few seconds after an attempt, but he doesn’t care about that. The sound of Tim’s phone itself was holding him together as he went over every nook and cranny even impossible spaces he knew Tim would find away to squeeze into, he doesn’t notice as it changes slowly, distorts. Until he finally did and it’s glaring now. It’l like someone made a music box out of the ringtone and then ran it over and over again until it broke and rusted over, the noise was now terrifying. Something that sounded like a groan could be heard between the twisted notes. He disconnected but it didn’t stop, so Kon rushed into the bedroom, find the phone and make it stop, make it stop, the parody was turning into a nightmare.

He stopped in his tracks, just in the doorway. Tim is there, standing on the other side of the room, on the other side of the bed, his back was turned to Kon. Looking out of the window. Tim wasn’t there a minute ago, Kon checked.

“Hey Kon.” His voice made him real, made him there even if it made no sense at all, and that was all Kon cared about for the moment.

“Tim, my god I thought…”

“I’m sorry, I heard you but I…” Tim turned around, he looked so sad, his eyes blue, so blue, more than any other time Kon had the pleasure of staring into. Tim looked away for a moment then turned back to Kon.

“I wasn’t ready.”

“What’s wrong, Tim, tell me what’s bothering you, you can tell me anything.”

"Can I Kon?"

"Of course you can, you need to get whatever it is off your chest to feel better."

Tim smiled, but it was a sad one, “You always make me feel better, but I can’t make you feel better.”

“No, that’s not true, just seeing you makes my whole world light up. I can spend a whole week fighting slimes aliens, covered to toe in crap but just hearing your voice makes me feel I can keep going, even if it’s you scolding me for trekking dirt into our apartment again.”

Tim chuckled a little, but it’s enough to make Kon grin. He reached out, Tim would probably kill him later but he wanted nothing more than to hold Tim, feel him in his arms. Tim’s smile drops.

“I can’t Kon, today is the last,” Tim said, the sun setting behind him, it would be beautiful if only Tim could smile.

“Sorry about the ringtone, I fixed it so it would remind me.”

“Remind you of what?”

“Of today.”

“What’s going on, Tim?” Kon swallowed the lump in his throat, something feels wrong, so, so wrong.

“I wanted to tell you sooner, I wanted it to last longer, to be human again.”

Kon is stunned, the words coming out of his mouth made no sense, even though they were English, the meaning behind them was jumbled and out of context, and quite frankly it was freaking him out. Tim was the one who moved closer, around the bed to face Kon.

“I never was what you thought I was, Kon, maybe at one point I, but that…was a long time ago. Today, is the last day I get to enjoy that with you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“After tonight, I’ll be gone, you won’t see me ever again, and you never will want to, you shouldn’t.”

It was like a gut-punch, like Tim’s gut-punches but worse because he felt it in his mind, his words, his heart. But it made no sense, Tim, the logical one was making no sense.

“Tim…” Kon would’ve reached out, he was so close but Tim got to him first, wrapping his arms around him suddenly, embracing Kon like his life depended on it. Holding him in a dying man’s grip.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” Tim whispered feverishly until his voice was so low no human would’ve heard the next words he was saying, and those words frightened Kon so much he nearly threw Tim to the ground. Instead, he gets his hands on Tim’s arms and held him back, to stare into his eyes. He doesn’t believe it. Not one second of it.

“It’s already coming to an end isn’t it?”

“Tim…”

"Cover your ears, Kon."

The man he loves took a step back, takes another and another, his arm is still outstretched brushing along Kon’s as he moved away, until he’s so far back the already dimming sun could barely reach him. Those blue eyes were shining, shining so brightly. Tim, Tim, Ti- Uro- Tima-sh….

Tim stopped him, “Don't say, don't say that name, please.” Blue tears falling, "Please Kon, look away."

He doesn't instead, he watched the man before him fall apart, literally. What should’ve been his silhouette expands and writhes, he could still see Tim’s face. Those sad, sad eyes, crying out a siren song, dying bird, leading trails of screams that should never be followed, one that should never be seen or mentioned. The bounadaries of his mind creaked and groaned like a dam against the unending black around him, the whispers that echoed around like a chant.

<i>Let the sleeper awaken, and eternity take place...return, return, return, tear the veil...Sleep unto death...death unto eternity, no witness, out of sight...don't listen...cover your eyes, ears...look away...look away...</i>

"LOOK AWAY!"

Those words came out in an inhuman shriek that in all of his years of fighting monsters, nothing was more terrifying, like claws and nails raking across iron and rust and glass, loud and piercing, and Kon was forced to screw his eyes shut, the terror now bending his mind like a reed. But shutting his eyes didn't make it any less, as the sounds that reached his ears now had no substance to it, nothing solid to ground or makes sense to them, he tried to cover his ears to no avail and he cursed his superhuman hearing. Only Tim's voice carried him through, what humanity was left in it.

“Thank you, for letting me come back down, to be human even just a lttle while, I’ll never forget you,” Tim’s voice…was changed, “One day, I will carve your name and you will forever remain.”

He struggled with the last human words he could muster, “I love you.”

He shouldn't be able to see with his eyes shut tight, but he could. So many eyes, so many many eyes, yet none of them were looking straight at him, they looked outward and at nothing and everything. The deafening beating of a heart echoed around Kon and the all consuming darkness, he realized was not night, it was just, dark. Gotham is a dark, dark place.

He wanted to curl up, and shut down, but the words, Tim’s voice came together in a twisted melody, that horrible horrible distorted ringtone was going again, adding fuel to the nightmare. When he finally opened his eyes, the lights had flickered on and it was eight in the evening, Tim's phone still ringing with that dumb sounding jingle he'd loved so much.

[iamjjmmma]

“Number All My Bones: There and Back Again” Part 1, Chapter 2

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A month earlier, he was alright.

We were all alright.

Our house is right on the corner of a monster-only neighborhood, arranged by someone who would be one of my closest friends. But for now, she was hidden and tucked away. Our house is a pretty little thing, one that I don’t think I could dream up in the underground. It has the same type of red etched onto it that you’d look at it and it’d remind you of faded ruby. It has a few windows in the front, and if you could climb up there, you’d see right into our rooms.

You’d see mine, which is impeccable except for what could only be described as a hot mess sitting on my desk. But if you’d look inside my hot mess, you’d find a beautiful little mixture of classifications here, potential experiments there, and half of the desk covered in lesson plans to engage the thermal physics class at the university.

Right to the left, you’d see Papyrus’ room, which is redder than the walls of the house but having a happy little streak of orange all over the baseboards. Despite him being fifteen, you can see a fifty-dollar electric guitar hanging on one side of the wall and a hodgepodge of action figures on the other. His bed, like mine, is impeccable.

To his left, you’d see Sans’ less-than-impeccable room. You’d look in the door and find a trombone and a fifty-dollar telescope. There’s almost always a pile of trash in the corner. But what you can’t see is the ceiling, which looks like the Sistine Chapel of planetariums, all of the stars arranged in what would be the actual configuration in the sky.

Our living room is nothing special, but it’s what Papyrus ran into, sneakers a’blazin’, and it’s the place where I worked on the couch, coaxing a theory out of my brain about a new method of spectroscopy.

“Dad! Dad!”

“What is it? I’m almost finished with my work.” I finished a few sentences, keen on finishing a few more sentences right after those, and I pressed so hard the graphite had bent slightly to the side by the time I was finished.

“It’s four o’clock! We need to go now, don’t we?”

If it was just Sans and I, he’d remind me, and he’d get ready while I lagged on about five minutes behind him. But this was Papyrus, and with Papyrus, when it was four o’clock, it was four o’clock. When Papyrus started shaking me just a little, just a little, I laughed and exclaimed a few “Alright, alright!”s before I headed my way to the car.

We’re not far from a city that they call Boston, and locals tend to boast about some of the scenic drives around there. But driving next to Mount Ebott is one of the most beautiful things I’ve gotten out of life here. It’s filled with gentle hills here and there with Mount Ebott smiling down on them, knowing that she’s bigger, taller, a mix of menacing and protective. The Japanese dogwoods and towering, spindly red oaks’ shadows cover up the road, although it lets the sun come in the car at some points and turns the car into a spotty, almost epileptic flash of light and dark. Flowers poke out of the grounds and out of bushes, flowers that Sans has hated since he came up here, but Papyrus always seems to take a liking to. Lilacs that tend to attract mothers, tucking little flowerets into their babies’ carriages. The pink rhododendrons that hurt Sans’ eyes, that hurt mine, but still draw me in the more I try to look away. The roses, artificially planted but still there, still there, poking out and saying hello in every color, every language, each color a different one.

This is where we live. Maybe it really would be a paradise in a different world.

But a sharp turn to the right, and a honk from a human driver later, and we’re at the elementary school, reaching so high that I can’t see the sunlight. I went to the left, found a parking spot more towards the back, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself knowing that I would get to spend time with Papyrus a little longer than usual. It was walks like that where I could look at his eyes, looking at his own type of wonder and delight.

I smiled a toothless smile at Papyrus, letting him slam the door for me. He laughed in his contagious glee, almost snatching my keys before I could lock the door. I punched him playfully, and he laughed all the harder. Fatherhood allows me to be young again like that.

I wish I could say that the schools here were just as palatial as the drive. But when we went here, we were introduced to the concept of these being places controlled by the government, which bristled with me, but didn’t chafe with me quite yet. But this particular school gives me the willies, and each turn of a corner makes me wonder how children can stay here forty hours a week.

The cameras.

The cameras may be what’s doing it. A quick glance on the side will reveal three little letters: “A”, “M”, and “D”, three letters that almost elicit a punch to somewhere, if not the camera itself. Those three little letters stand for Anti-Monster Department, which is just as pleasant as it sounds. At first, I thought it was a scapegoat for everything we couldn’t do, but further research proved that those were all lies, that it was the one who was really initiating it all.

The monsters that can’t participate in the same classes as humans can. Blame it on the AMD, I used to say. The AMD’s causing it with its legislation, I say now.

The monsters that walk home without an occupation when their human peers aren’t quite as adept. Blame it on the AMD, I used to say. The AMD’s causing it with its legislation, I say now.

The monsters that come to the hospitals, battered here and there. Blame it on the AMD, I used to say.

Blame it on the AMD, I say now.

Papyrus taps me on the shoulder, and I know. He doesn’t like me to dwell on anything this negative, and neither do I want to, deep down. So I turn away, looking back a little first, and then head to the library. The signs say the library’s supposed to be nice and quiet, but except on occasions where he’s in his room, my oldest never really is quiet.

Neither are the two around him, either. There’s one to his left whose name is Chara, rolling his eyes and trying to get the whole of them to study. But on his right, there’s someone new, someone I haven’t ever seen before. Huh. Must be a new student.

This is one of his tutoring sessions, and even when both he and I know he’s fully capable of getting home on his own, it still brings a hefty smile to my face to see Papyrus’ light up. And both Sans and I know that for a fact. I walk up to him, the mold from the forgotten school vents blowing into my face, while Papyrus starts shifting around the library, going off to the fiction section whereas I would be combing the science section. He tells another joke, no doubt on what they’re studying… “guys, we gotta go back to studyin’, otherwise, we’ll be a lot more DENSE…”.

I tap his shoulder, and the corners of his smile retreat back to where they were, but the smile is still there. “Sorry. Gotta go back home.” He tapped my shoulder right back. “Dadster here says I gotta go.”

“Awww!” says the kid to the right, and I try to look at her, but she reminds me of the times before I was steeped in work, so I look back at Sans, the floor, Sans again. “But we’ve just started-”

Sans chuckles. “Kiddo, it’s been an hour.” He heaves off of the bean bag chair, and I walk over to Papyrus, steeped in some sort of mystery novel that’s sucking him in so that his nose is just barely hovering off of the page.

“Paps.”

Nothing.

“Papyrus.”

Still nothing.

It comes with the territory, the doctor said even after reviewing my qualifications. Kids on the spectrum tend not to reply, the doctor said. Touching them isn’t a good idea, either, the doctor says. So getting his attention is about as hard as making flerovium, which is about as hard as herding a cat lady’s entire colony.

But after a few minutes- he tells me he finished the chapter- we all pile into the minivan, Sans still in tow, and head home. Papyrus pops in Led Zeppelin, played obsessively. But it’s not because it’s the type of music that he likes. It’s the type of music I like, which is why he plays it over and over again.

The recorders just start to set in in the first minute of the song when Sans, forever condemned to the back seat because of his height, starts to talk.

“Dad?”

“Yes, son?” I have to turn down the music, Papyrus almost protesting.

“You know the new girl that I was tutoring today, right?”

“Yes; continue.”

“She asked me somethin’ even I can’t answer. An’ because you’re a fancy-pants scientist with a fancy-pants degree, I thought you could.”

“Alright.” I sat up taller in my seat.

“She asked if.. well, I don’t know how to… if… if scientists think it’s okay to kill people in comas.”

What?

I try to pull over, but it ends up more as a swerve, and a black car that’s been riding our tail this whole time honks as it blows right by us. Papyrus shouts as we head into the parking lane, the car jolting forward slightly. A month on the surface means that I’m not very well acquainted with “driving” yet.

“What did you say, son?!” My heart’s still going faster than the car ever went.

“Dad, I asked if comatose-”

“Nono. I know what you said. It’s just that-”

Euthanization? Euthanization? I’ve never talked to them about this before. Besides, why would the girl sitting next to him… a girl only about ten years old… ask something like that? What happened to her? What could have possibly made her ask this? How could she possibly get an answer?

I took a breath.

How could I possibly give an answer?

“Alright, son. Who is this girl who asked this? And why did she ask this? What happened with her? Do you know?”

“Her name’s Betty-she’s been in the school for a month or two- and she knows a lot, and- Dad, I- Dad, please, I don’t know, I-”

Betty, huh?

I take a breath. Another. Another. One question is all he can take. All I can take.

“What was her SOUL color?”

If she was purple, that may be able to explain it. Perseverance SOULs are much more inquisitive than the average SOUL, and were in fact the majority of the lineup of those who want to take the job I have at the university. If it were yellow, then that would explain it also. Justice SOULs are keen to achieve virtually whatever social goal they need, and if this “Betty” had a Justice SOUL, that may have explained it.

But it was what he said that made everything go to shambles. That made everything crumble into bits, that started the fire that wouldn’t stop, that never stops.

“No, Dad. It’s-”

He has to take a breath, too. A deep one.

“It’s pink.”

[langsty-langst-lance]

I really really like the "Lance knows he's not getting out alive so he sends Blue away amd no one realizes until they're back at the castle" stories. Would it be too much trouble to to request a fic where the team finds (touch starved possibly?) Lance on some random planet after he's been missing for so long??

So I wrote this out and I was like halfway and tumblr glitched and it didn’t save 😭😭 oh well here we go again. Maybe it’ll be better this time.

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“Watch out!” Pidge yelled as they hurtled down to the planet that was mostly water and tiny bits of land dotted here and there.

It was too late. A rock of some sorts had hit Blue hard. Lance yelped as he went flying out of his seat. He struggled to grab something and pull him back to his chair but never got the chance. His lion lurched through the air hitting something else.

Lance didn’t know something was wrong until he realized he was falling through the air, the ocean right beneath him. He hit it hard with a splash and he couldn’t help but realize that it felt as if he might as well have hit concrete. His whole body stung the way it does when you do a belly flop but 1000 times worse.

Lance thrashed in the water as he struggled to figure out which way was up. He finally came up gasping for air only to find the tail of Blue sinking down into the ocean.

He desperately attempted to call out to Blue and Pidge but only coughed up water instead. He looked around horrified trying to find a place to hold on to or float or anything. His eyes finally rested on a small patch of land.

It wasn’t until then that Lance noticed the water around him turning a dark red. He suddenly felt his side sting more than the rest of his body. He concluded that he must have gotten hit with debris on his was out of the lion or when he hit the water. Whatever it was, it had caused a decent amount of damage.

Lance took a deep breath in an attempt to catch his breath and control the pain. He used all the strength left in him to swim to the tiny piece of land. By the time he got there he was exhausted. He could only barely crawl up the bank just enough to get out of the water before his arms gave out and he sprawled face first into the sand.

The sun beamed down on Lance. His whole body hurt. His right side was in pain and stung from the ocean water getting into the wound and his legs and wrists felt like jelly and he was sure a couple bones were broken from the fall.

Everything around him spun and he bit his lip in a desperate attempt to hold down the bile that was trying to make its way up his throat. He couldn’t throw up now, it would make nothing better.

Lance glanced down at the sand around him that was starting to turn red from the pool of blood that was coming out of his wound. He had to get something to try to keep the blood in.

After a quick glance around he managed to find some long plants that reminded him of seaweed not too far away. Lance forced himself to crawl over to it.

He groaned in pain as he wrapped the seaweed substance around his wound. It hurt like hell the entire time but this was the only way he was going to kind of stop the bleeding as much as possible.

The stinging and throbbing from the wound hurt so badly Lance managed to make himself pass out from the pain.

When Lance awoke he wasn’t sure how much time had passed. A couple minutes? A couple hours? A couple days? The sun looked in the same place but it was an alien planet which meant time worked differently.

The waves had come up far enough to lick his feet in anticipation. “Pidge?” He asked out loud. His voice was raspy and sore as if he had swallowed gallons of salt water. Lance concentrated hard, trying to get a connection with his lion. “Blue… Blue take Pidge. Grab the stuff for the ship and take Pidge.” Lance could feel the faintest growl of protest. “Blue, please… I’m- I’m not gunna- please, just- get her home,” Lance pleaded helplessly. He knew what was going to happen. His head pounded, his whole body hurt and everything around him was spinning. He had lost too much blood and he was sure the wound was infected by now. Once he fell asleep there would be no waking up again.

Lance fought to get through to Blue, to command her to go back with Pidge. She could be hurt or passed out. She needed to get back, she needed to get into a pod. “Please…”

Lance watched as the ocean rose and fell, the smell of salt water filling his nose along with the stench of his blood. Listening to the crashing of the waves helped him calm down. It reminded him of Earth. If he was going to die, he was glad it was going to be back home or at least somewhere that reminded him of home. At least he would be comforted by the ocean.

The last thing Lance managed to see was a large nose coming out of the water with a splash. Then, his connection with blue, along with the rest of the world, faded away.

The next time Lance woke up he was shocked he had woken up at all. The sun was still shining brightly but it had moved positions in the sky. Lance could’ve sworn he had heard the faintest yells. They were coming from the right of him, right? He couldn’t move his head to find out. Not without vomiting at least.

He closed his eyes and listened intently. He could’ve sworn there was something- someone- yelling. “…ance… Lance!”

Lance groaned in response. He felt something shifting the sand around him. A blurry face came into view, blocking the sun.

“Lance, Lance are you okay?” The voice asked. Lance merely moaned is response. “Shit. You’re bleeding. Okay, c’mon, Lance, hang in there. I’m going to pick you up, hold on.”

Lance didn’t have time to process the words as his body was lifted from the sand. Lance groaned as his body protested the movement. Once he was held comfortably in the arms he was finally able to register what was happening. There was something cold on his back. It was holding him up. It felt nice against his hot, sun-cracked skin. The other hand was hooked under his knees to keep him stable.

He could faintly hear his name being called again. He slowly moved his head to look up at the still slightly blurred face. He could make out a mouth moving beneath a black helmet.

“Sh-Shi…ro-“ Lance mumbled.

“Shhh, don’t talk, save your energy. We’re going to get you back to the castle, just hang on, okay?” Shiros said comfortingly. Lance nodded meekly.

As Shiro walked back to the ship through the sand, Lance could feel every movement. Every step sent jolts of pain through his body. Still, Lance was thankful Shiro was there. He wasn’t quite sure how long he had been alone but he was thankful to now have someone with him. Even though he had spent most of his time passed out he had felt so alone the entire time. Now with Shiros arms wrapped around him he felt safe and touched, even if one arm was metal.

Shiro took him back to his lion but Lance had already passed out again by the time they had gotten into it. He didn’t wake up again until he came stumbling out of the cryopod, his body good as new but his mind still needing some more repair.

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Sooooo I don’t know if this is what you wanted. Bc I got half way through for the second time only to realize that maybe you meant Lance being captured???? But my mind had automatically gone to hurt!lance and dying!lance sooo says a lot about me lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy! You were my first submission !! 😊😊

[tropical-sea-witch]

I have to say that I truly, completely disagree with OP's first point. Not out of spite, or an attempt to be rude, but simply out of experience. I also think there's something to be said for the incessant need we have for labeling ourselves in the community lately, and the way that has ultimately become a limiting factor rather than a road opener. But more on that later.

Someone who lives in a desert and spend their time dreaming of the sea will not be able to be a sea witch. A witch who is landlocked with no access to the sea cannot call themselves a sea witch. This desire to label oneself as such often comes from the romanticizing of one biome over another, a case of "the grass is always greener." Now there are cases where clams have been shown to be taken in water out of the ocean, transported inland, and found to follow the cycle as it would IF there were an ocean there, and that is certainly something worth mentioning. But not in the argument for one being a sea witch. Instead, it argues that even when taken out of their natural environment, amd given the means of survival, ocean creatures can maintain their cycles even when displaced.

I once lived in New Mexico. There's no ocean there. While I lived there, right next to a beautiful river, on an incredible wooded property, I cried qctual tears of sorrow because I couldn't access the ocean and be the sea witch I wanted to be. I completely ignored what was around me, fresh poplar buds all year long, sweetgrass and grey sage, crow feathers and bones, a LITERAL CIRCLE OF TREES, all right in front of me in the land where I resided. But because I so longed for the sea, because I was so desperate to have sea water and sand and sun, I completely missed the beauty and the lessons of the seasonal cycles, the secrets of the petrified woods, and the righteous fury of the river near my home.

And because of that, my development was entirely stunted. It took me years to develop properly, and that process could only begin once I learned to set my feet down where I was, and let the roots develop. And it was only once I had let roots develop properly that, when I found myself back in Saint Augustine a second time, going to college at Flagler (0/10 would not recommend) that I not only became a sea witch, but the Ocean itself took me and changed me. It did what water does. Water is not always gentle. And the splashing it does is more damaging to that which is struck repeatedly, continuously, over and over again, being worn down and reshaped until the water is pleased, than to the water itself, which has always been and will always be.

To the point of labels, it has become a really popular thing to stick a label onto one's craft for the purposes of helping with the setting of boundaries, the worldview taken, and so on. There is nothing wrong with having a label. Having a label helps our minds focus. But taking a title of sea witch when you don't live anywhere near a sea sets up a blinding boundary. It creates a witch that turns their back on the lessons they can learn from their home biome. It creates a longing and a yearning for a place you may only be able to go everyone year or so as your main identity, while forgoing the lessons that the leaves, the fur, the straw, and the rock must teach you first.

Lessons from water are often forgotten in most mainstream workings and writings, as are the lessons of the sea. But, when still picking up the skills of the Ways, it becomes more limiting than helpful to take on a label.

I kept this blog name the same after I moved because I knew I could still come back occasionally and write from what I learned while living on the shore, but I do not call myself a sea witch anymore, because even though I am near a new ocean, I do not live anywhere near where the sky, sea, and land meet as one. Instead, I am wrapped around by trees. Green, beautiful trees, and poisonous plants that can reveal secret things when whispered to the right way. But when I do return to the ocean, the tools and materials of the forest will give way to what is practical for the briny biome. I will grow henbane and datura and brugmansia again. I will bring the ocean into my home and and bring pieces of my home to the ocean. I will bleed into the water and whisper my secrets while it washes over my ankles and takes what it cares to take. Oh, when I return to the sun and the sand, with wand in my hand and my eyes upon the black horizon with the Castillo to my back, I will cry tears of joy.

But until that day, until the day I am living a stone's throw away from the ocean again, where a small handful of sand and a small jar of water can be taken and returned in a day or two, and the spirits of the sea and I can come together in love and hate and thrill and lust and so much more, I am not a sea witch. And in my experience and opinion, nor is anyone else.

Basics of Sea Witchcraft

As we know, many witches specialize in a particular area of the craft, or bond with a particular element, therefore centering their practice around such. Me and others label ourselves as sea witches, and for those in training who feel bonded to the sea, I thought I’d give a little bit of an introduction to such and maybe clear up a few things, too. So, here are five simple clarifications for the sea witch in training!

You don’t have to live near the sea to be a sea witch. This may seem shocking, but I don’t live near any sort of ocean or beach. I’ve only been to one once, and I remember it being one of my most memorable experiences. Being a sea witch only means that you bond to the water and that in its natural element & place, whilst a water witch means that you only bond to water itself. 

Intimacy with the Sea. Being intimate with bodies of water is vital to being a sea witch. You don’t have to do anything magical, just forming a connection with the water and its area is very important to your craft, and is a high suggestion from me. 

Tools. In full honesty, a lot of my tools come from water areas. I have an entire bowl of seashells, sea salt, and random trinkets to help me. Using such tools makees your craft a lot stronger. 

Cleansing. Another vital part of my craft is cleansing regularly. It’s very important to me, and it is for a lot of other sea witches. 

Vulnerability. Just like the water, be free and open. If you truly are a sea witch, it will be uncomfortable. You’ll crash into things, but eventually, you’ll find yourself just doing it naturally. 

I know that these are vague. But, I really just wanted to give whatever basics I can. If you have any questions, please just ask, I’m always happy to answer!

[link-the-feral-anon]

How Many Rings Does It Take? Four, apparently.

Warnings: Little Kids Who Like To Collect Blackmail for Uncle Pat. Also, AP classes ment. Toothrotting fluff amd zombies as well.

Roman was the star everything. Quarterback, pitcher, point guard, hell, he was even the lead in the school play. …s. So, it was kind of hard for Virgil to believe they were still friends. He blamed it on the fact that he played goalie. Him and Patton? That made sense. He and Pat had gymnastics together. (He also stayed after for Pat’s cheer practice with his twin). They had four classes together. AP Chem, AP Physics, AP Math and Art. He and Logan? Again, this made sense. For one, they lived together and were brothers, twin brothers. For two, they were both on the Academic Decathlon as well as chess club. And they had two classes together and lunch. AP Bio and Creative Writing. But he and Roman? They had One (1) class together. That’s it. Just gym. … and hockey practice. And yet? That wonderful, beautiful man still hung out with him. Sometimes he wondered if it was just for the homework help, but then they’d all go out for pizza and arcade games, Princey’s arm around him, placing kisses to his temple whenever either of them won a game. It was one of these special nights when he first asked him. Granted Lo and Pat weren’t there because this was a team celebration. They had just won the state championship. It was a really close game. If he, Virgil, Anxiety as the team and his friends lovingly called him, hadn’t blocked that last shot, then it wouldn’t have gone into sudden death and Roman wouldn’t have been able to set up that winning shot. He was the MVP of the night and Roman /would not/ let him forget it.

“Verge. Verge, baby.” He said, tugging on the other’s sleeve like a child.

“Hold on.” He chuckled as he shot another zombie. “Gimme a sec or I’ll get my brains eaten.”

“We can’t have that! Not our master strategist!” One of their teammates, Mark he thought, shouted as he was dragged away by his art student boyfriend. “Jacob, slow down!” He laughed.

He finally finished the game and ended up on the leaderboard. “What should I put for a three letter name? My initials? Anx?” He asked, not completely turning to his own boyfriend just yet.

“You should put ‘Yes’.”

“Wha- yes? Why would I-” His eyes widened when he looked over, and then down, at him. “Ro..”

“Anxi. Will you marry me?” He asked, pulling his most Charming Grin. Virgil lips quirked up as he typed in three letters. He doubted anyone would ever top his score, honestly.  

“Ask me again when have a real ring, instead of one you got for 10 tickets at Chuck E Cheese.” He grinned. Roman pulled his famous faux offended gasp.

“Okay. One, it was 25 tickets, thank you very much. Two, this is not some garden variety Chuck E. Cheese. This is a homegrown gem! One of a kind place locally owned! And, three, alright.” The Charming Grin was back, “I will.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

It was a couple years later and Virgil still couldn’t believe Roman still.. Loved him. Yeah. Yeah, they loved each other. He was at home, er, in his dorm room, drawing, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, brow furrowed.

Princey<3 <3: 11:23 >Anxiiiiiii< 11:23 >I looooofe youuuiiuuu<

… what the hell? Was- Was he drunk?

Me: 11: 24 >Babe.. Are you drunk?<

Princey <3 <3:

11:26 >nooooo< 11:26 >okau< 11:27 >mabye a littlr< 11:28 >hsy< 11:28 >hey*< 11:28 >marry me.<

He couldn’t help but laugh at the picture Roman attached to the demand. It was a picture of Mrs. Little’s wedding ring. Still on her hand, too.

Me: 11:28 >Okay. But you have to get me a real ring first.< 11:28 >And come on, Princey, make it romantic.< 11:29 >Oh, and two more things.< 11:29 >Make sure you aren’t drunk,< 11:29 >And make sure we’re in the same country, okay?<

There were a lot of things Virgil couldn’t believe in his life.

Logan and Pat’s wedding was not one of them. Roman catching the bouquet was not one of them. The ring with the moonstone in the middle, surrounded by jet and spinel and hematite that formed mini, glittering night sky with a full moon on his finger was not (well, the ring itself was not) one of them. Though, the little diamonds thay dotted the sea of black and dark blue were a nice reminder of one of the many things he couldn’t believe. Like…  Roman asking him, once again, to marry him, the day before Virgil himself was going to ask, and having to repeat himself about five times before shouting

“VIRGIL CAN YOU HEAR ME?! I’M ASKING YOU TO MARRY ME BECAUSE I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL OUR ANNIVERSARY DINNER!” Poor guy damn near jumped out of his skin. The song had just ended, so he heard his lover /loud/ and /clear/.

He pulled an earbud out, grinning softly, “Sorry, whawasthat? Didn’t quite hear you, Princey.”

He squinted and repeated himself, again, but this time he didn’t yell. “I said, will you marry me? I can’t wait until our anniversary dinner to ask.” He open the little velvet box, revealing the ring that was now placed proudly on his finger.

“Can you do me a favor and reach behind that pillow there?” Roman raised an eyebrow and pointed at the couch pillow just behind him, “Yeah, yeah. That one. Just- I think I lost something down there, I’ll answer in a minute this is more important, thank you.” His smile got wider and wider as Roman reached down and picked up the little box. He looked up at Virgil’s shit-eating grin shellshocked. “Well… Open it.” The look on Roman’s face made the aggravating shopping and designing for the ring worth it. One of the many things he did not expect, was how well the rings matched. His beautiful moon and stars and Roman’s gorgeous, if he did say so himself, sun.

Today, he smiled as Roman showed off their son as well as his ring and how it sparkled in the midday sun.

“Look, see. See how this gorgeous Scapolite gem is set in the middle as these diamond studded gold pieces are looped around it, causing a tiny gemstone sun? My husband, over on the bench there? He’s with the Peter’s best friend Missy? We’re babysitting them for the week. Anyways, he’s a big shot designer and he designed it himself.” He could hear him bragging about /him/ now.

“How did you know Mr. Roman was the one?” The little kid next to him asked.

“Oh, well, Missy. I didn’t. See, it’s not really something you know.”

“Oh… Well, how did you know you loved him?”

“…” He took in a breath, thinking about it. “This is going to sound extremely cliché and Roman is never to hear that I said this.” They nodded eagerly. He sighed dreamily. “I had a really bad panic attack and he followed me. He calmed me down and sang to me, really, it was what he always did when this happened. Absolutely nothing was different about it, but..” His gaze went back to Roman, had turned to wave at him, smiling that gorgeous, sunshaming smile of his. He waved back. “Suddenly, it felt like… He was a sun in my dark world.”

“Is that why his ring looks like the sun?”

“It is.” A few moments of silence passed.

“You were right.”

“About?”

“That was really cliché and you’re a total sap.”

“I didn’t say that last-”

“Still true.”

He stuck his tongue out in response. Later that night, Peter and Missy would tell each other the meaning of the rings, they had planned this, and come to the same conclusion.

Peter’s dads were total saps and they were definitely telling Uncle Pat.

For the tsficexchange! I got @princeyandanxiety !! Obviously I went with Prinxiety. I figured you’d prefer that, Bells. ((But do tell me if I was wrong))

[captusmomentum]

AMD: Midnight Paranoia Club Part 1

Decided to make an executive choice given the way I think/write, in general and re: A Mirror Darkly. Since I come up w/ things wildly out of order I’m going to write and post those as they come then take the scenes I have and hammer them into chapters as I complete the needed content then post those in order. I figure that’ll keep things fresh enough. 

So starting that off with much longer than anticipated scene from Uthvir’s perspective! like seriously I’m still technically writing it and it’s WAY long than I’d thought and not even done like YIKES.

prayer circle I didn’t fuck up Uthvir wildly

Tace and Inanallas are mine, Thenvunin (mentioned) and Uthvir are @feynites!

Aprox place in AMD timeline: post-expedition to the Temple of Andruil (working title) where Uthvir was rescued from statis and Inanallas fucked up on a cosmic level. A solid amount of time past the start of the fic.

PART 2 HERE

The temple had been fire and blood but it had been real fire and real blood—real wind on their face and blissfully cold solid armor on their body as they’d finally, finally moved after millennia. Those first moments of consciousness were an unholy barrage of sensory overload as they came screeching back into existence. Fear crashing back into them with all the force of a tidal wave on the ship of a ship. It had become so much More and they had not been of one mind for so long they thought they would break in pieces from the strain of it all.

They’d attacked wildly the first thing they saw, Fear’s howling wasn’t what started it but certainly made it more visceral, necessary. They don’t remember seeing much past wide, terrified eyes in a pale marked face before they lunged. It had not been a hard fight, they didn’t know if that was because the other was pathetic or unwilling, knowing their victim now they’d say it was a little of column A and a little of column B.  

Their first clear thought came when Thenvunin bore down on them. He was instantly recognizable, long hair shining in the midday sun, handsome face contorted in an expression of outrage and determination, a sight they had seen many times on many a varied field of confrontation. It takes a few moments after that for them to finally hear him, like they’ve been too close to an explosion and their senses were only then recovering.

They do not know what to make of the rest of everything now that that’s all done. Past that it’s a shit show. They are happy that the Evanuris are all trapped in some pit somewhere but it seems like the rest of the world, as usual, has been irrevocably fucked because of them. Still, post apocalyptic nightmare or no, they can move and talk and eat and do whatever they want and go wherever they want so it’s heavenly to them.

They’ve been given a meager apartment of their own near Thenvunin’s own equally unimpressive apartment, a fact that is not lost on them. They do not mind it too much, they were not close with any of their peers in truth and even fewer of them can they even pretend to tolerate now, Thenvunin at least was a well known entity, familiar and easily handled. It was better than Curiosity who would use the closeness to wheedle into their life and pluck out what information she could or being completely surrounded by the unknown. Still Thenvunin could be tiring to say the least.

The taller man did not question them too much once it became clear that the answers would be hard won and deeply horrifying. He was too inelegant in such conversation to navigate those kinds of treacherous waters to attempt generally and Uthvir was deeply happy for it. They did not want to talk about it. They did not mind for the most part coming over to Thenvunin’s, there was not much for them to do at the moment past acclimate to the new era, which was anything from dull to so overwhelming they and Fear would be worked up into such a state they would not leave the apartment for days, instead pacing its length fully armored.

They were personally not bothered by the size of their own lodgings, they had had nothing grand in Elvhenan nor had cared to, but it was a massive step down for Thenvunin they knew. If it troubled him greatly he hid it well, past the complaints about the lack of garden for the birds, it was finely decorated as expected from him and there seemed to be enough ridiculous trends to keep him partially occupied. But they did not miss the looks he shot them, the way he treated them like glass or a wounded animal, the concern and sympathy.

They chafed under it, knowing that when they saw him they also risked that hovering worry was sometimes too much for them to tolerate. So then they walked. They had routes, the ones they’d learned while first being settled into this place. They did not deviate from their routes, Fear had too many good points on the dangers of deviation from the path for them to even consider it. It was too early for that, every time they stepped out into this hellhole was a victory at this point, better not to rush.

Tonight was one of those nights, They could not bear their apartment, could not bear Thenvunin and couldn’t find any way to settle— so they walked. Tonight they walked to a convenience store not too far away to pick up some dinner. The last vestiges of twilight clung to the sky, their nerves were already skyrocketing to near crazed from the encroaching darkness. It had been made expressly clear to them that armor was no longer acceptable dress and wearing it would gain unwanted attention and possible interaction with the law, They wanted neither so here they were, in the flimsy clothes these creatures wore, made even worse by the fact is was summer and Antiva City had the gall to be actually hot, wanting to scream at the vulnerability, shove all the passersby aside and find the nearest defendable spot to hide in.

They did not do any of that, instead they counted breaths, chewed at their lip and dug their claws into their palms as they went. They moved even faster then their already brusk pace had been once the convenience store was in sight, anything was better than being out in the open. The light inside was that sickly yellow these sorts of places seemed to have, the majority of the interior was obscured by rows upon rows what these people called food. They walked in and began to weave through the store, weighing choices as they made their way to the premade meals in the chilled section.

It was when they came nearer to the alcohol section, a set of glass doors perpendicular to the wall of open shelving they’d been aiming for, they recognized two figures. The diminutive form of the elf they’d bloodied at the temple and the odd emaciated shemlan who was constantly covered in bruises caused by an unseen hand. It was hard to tell if they were planning to make a night of it or just popping out to get something since the elf, Inan—Inan’len? Inan’Bel? Inanbel’len? Eyes-something who cares— was dressed in intensely baggy and patterned pants and what seemed to be a very fancy bathrobe while their companion was dressed casually but in a much more cohesive manner which could have been what was considered fashion now or just knowing how to put on a shirt and pants. They hate to at admit it but coming across familiar faces makes them almost instantly more relaxed.

As if to live up to their name Inan-whatever notices them first and triple takes up at them from their squatting position, the other one’s attention is drawn by what could best be described as the intense spasm of the head and neck their friend just did, spots Uthvir and grins. He leans on the door to the alcohol display languidly as he turns to better face them.

“Hey Spikey, crazy seeing you here.”

They grunt. They’re still not as good as they want with the language but they gather his meaning well enough from tone at least. The other one gets up with impressively little grace, and they’re given their first good chance to look at them without two black eyes. The younger elf’s face is still somewhat discolored from the beating they’d given it, they’re surprised by that for a split second, but remember that healing magic is practically useless here and they are very, very pale— marks stay in skin like that for months sometimes years— it does not mean they’re still injured, specially since there is no more swelling. It does certainly add to their look of a haggard waif though, that seems to be what they go for since they always look like they’re dressed in rags and stolen things.

There is a brief awkward moment that hangs there hideously between them that the shemlen laps up every second of. Then the little one finally speaks.

“Picking up dinner?”

“Yes. And you? Picking up the festivities for the night?”

They grin and laugh a little.

“Sort of. We know basically what we want but the real question is how much, since it—y’know depends on what we wanna do.”

They’ll admit, they’re mildly curious. What do people like them get up to.

“Oh? And what are the things you want to do?”

“Well, we can’t decide if we want to just go back to my place and drink or if we want to go out into the woods and drink. My place means more drinking but less fun breaking up and the woods means less drinking but more magic stuff.”

They’re about to ask why on earth would they want to go out into the wilderness in the middle of the night and wreck havoc on pointless shit when that urge is redirected almost instinctually by their eye as a hunter. The two of them are haggard with deep bruise like circles under their eyes from lack of sleep, they look exhausted run down but wild and wired, caught on the knife edge of no discernible name. They radiate something Uthvir will not name —cannot name or face— that they know too well is burrowed deep in them as well. They don’t ask.

They consider it idly, going with them to the woods just to avoid their empty apartment but Fear rears up immediately. It is right too— too dangerous, too dark, too early to trust in too new and potentially disastrous a scene.

“If you want you can come with us back to my place. You can pick something up here or get something at my place, I’ve got plenty to eat.”

Now this they do consider. This is a much more manageable concept. They already know they can decimate them in a fight if needed, they can pick out their own food and drink here to ensure its as safe as possible and they do know with reasonable confidence where they live compared to the other. This can work.

They grin toothily, a display of their fangs more than anything. They note with amusement it does not seem to phase either of them. They get the sense very little scares them anymore, and if it does that are too far gone to even react. Another note of similarity they cannot decide if they dare to acknowledge.

“How kind. It’s gracious of you invite me after our disastrous first meeting.”

They shrug. “It was an understandable ass-kicking. And I have a very beatable ass so—” Their expression is the picture of nonchalance.

That startles a short bark of a laugh out of them.

“Then I suppose we have a plan!”