#TWoM AU

[writing-lily]

TWOM Tidbits

I think its so funny that when I started outlining the rest of Harris' first-year that it went from just basic plot point notes at the start to full on word-for-word dialogue getting planned out at the end. I am not good at sticking to the basics LMAO.

To be fair though, that's what I love about outlining my ideas in the first place. I can be as light on the detail as possible or as in-depth as my mind wishes, which means I can ensure my ideas are written down before I forget and give myself the ability to skip ahead if I can't figure out the specifics for any particular moment.

Plus, because it's an outline, there isn't the pressure to make sure things are perfect! I can write points like:

The VERY Start

SI dies

SI wakes up

SI connects the dots (I’m HP, in a HP Canon-Divergent AU, etc)

On the train to Hogwarts - flashback to Pre-Hogwarts Childhood

Hogwarts Letter Childhood (7/24)  -> August 30 (day before Sep. 1(sunday), aka when they take train to hogwarts)

End flashback, Train time

and that's good enough! I can go back and add more detail if I'm inspired later, or I can just use it as a good starting point when I finally get to drafting. Conversely, I can also write points like this:

The ride takes them through a tunnel in the cliff side that the castle rested on, obscured from vision by a thick curtain of ivy.

The tunnel is dark but slightly lit by occasional candles, along a very thin ledge. Harris wonders how they’re maintained and then guesses that with the size of the ledge, perhaps it was house elves

They arrive at an underground harbor, and everyone gets off the boats onto the rocky/pebbly shore. The boats, upon being emptied of students, row themselves over to what appeared to be a set of docks specifically for their storage outside for the rest of the year.

They’re lead through another tunnel through the rocky underground, the ground slightly slippery so a few students stumble or almost slip. Eventually they arrive out in the main courtyard of the school, in front of the grand main doors to the school.

And that's also just fine! On one hand it's less drafting I'd have to do when I finally get to writing the chapter, but also because it's an outline again I don't feel the pressure to ensure everything flows perfectly so I can do full blurbs like that or I can put in tidbits I'm inspired to write without worrying about connectors.

Anyways first year is going to be interesting, a lot of exposition this year giving you more perspective on both Harris and the world he's in and how it's different from canon or where I've developed it further.

[gretacticdraws]

I don't know where you all came from in the last post, so have some angst of Virgil

Definitely don't know what's going on here. Definitely. He's fine. Definitely.

[willows-adventures-in-words]

For anyone who hasn’t read the brief character ideas/info I posted forever ago about this AU I will summarize. This is the scene I mentioned in Anti’s information. John is Anti before he stopped using his name.

word count: 1478 Content Warnings: character death

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He ran pulling his brother along with him. They had to get away. They had to get away from the stand-off. “I ca- I can't. Give me... a minute.”

John stopped and turned to face his brother. His eyes widened. “Sean...”

Sean gave a strained smile. “I'm okay. Just... just give me a minute.” He held a hand to his side but the blood was clearly visible.

“Shit. Fuck. We gotta find you a doctor.” He hurried over. “Lemme carry you.”

“You don't-” He stopped and groaned at the pain as John moved to pick him up. “I-I can walk.” His voice was laced with pain.

Both brothers were stubborn. Especially when it came to the well-being of the other. Sean let out a small whimper as his brother hurried off. “I swear I'll find someone. We'll get you patched up and find a place to take shelter so you can heal.”

“...Most of the doctors left,” Sean mumbled as he leaned into him.

John was determined. “I will find someone.” He ran as carefully as he could out of the danger zone. Once out he found a place for them to rest, John carefully set his brother down before shrugging off their backpacks. All he could find after digging through them that would help was one roll of bandages and some medical tape. He was quiet for a moment. Turning to his brother, he saw him watching him. John smiled. “I'm gonna bandage you up, but then we gotta keep going.” Sean swallowed, already knowing it was going to hurt, and told him okay.

It was as bad as he had thought, if not worse. He hated this. He hated seeing him hurting like this. And he hated that he was the one making him try not to cry out as he tried his best to bandage his wound. Apply pressure, wrap it tight. Bandaging him up took longer than he wanted it to. But once he was finished, John stuffed what little was left of the bandages back in one of their bags before turning back to Sean. His brother had his head rested back against the wall of the collapsed building with his eyes closed. “You're going to be okay...”

“I know,” Sean said, his voice strained, as he opened his eyes. He turned his head slightly to look at his brother. “It just hurts.”

Pulling both of their backpacks on his back, John told him, “Come on, let's find you some better help.” Sean sucked air in through his teeth as he was lifted up again.

A half-hour past. John had tried a dozen houses but either no one was there or they were too afraid to open the door. He was getting really worried. The blood had soaked through the bandages. “Aren't you getting tired..?” Sean asked quietly.

With a shake of his head, John told him no. “How are you holding up?”

Sean rested his head against the others chest. “...Not great,” he mumbled. He groaned as John picked up his pace. A couple minutes later he was kicking at another door before cursing when no one answered. “It's alright. You'll find someone.”

Finally, after another fifteen minutes past, John was at another house kicking at the door. This time someone actually opened it. It was a woman looking to be in her twenties. Once she saw them she gasped. “Oh my god. What happened? Is he okay?”

“We were caught in the skirmish. Please, can you help my brother?”

“I... No, I'm sorry. I don't know the first thing about taking care of an injury like that,” she told him.

John spoke up again. He was starting to sound desperate. “Please, can't you...”

“It's okay.” John fell quiet as he and the woman looked to Sean. “You'll find someone...” he mumbled.

“...I think there was a clinic down a ways.” She pointed down the road. “If I remember right it was three blocks down then turn a right. I'm pretty sure it was down that road.” As John turned to leave, she told him, “I don't know if anyone is there, but hopefully you'll find what you need.” John thanked her before hurrying off.

Those three blocks took awhile to travel down. A good twenty minutes at least. As he turned the corner he looked around for the clinic. “We're almost there Sean.” When he didn't get a response he stopped and looked down. “...Sean?”

“...Yeah.” John sighed, relieved. “Almost there...” Picking up his pace, John searched more urgently. Finally, he found it. Just as she said. And it still looked in reasonable shape if you compared it to some of the other buildings. The entry consisted of a set of double doors. The first was of glass and was broken while the second, likely replaced, was wooden. John rushed over and gave the door a couple kicks. “Hey, is anyone here?!”

Sean listened as his brother called out. Though it was getting harder to focus on things. He hardly felt the pain from his wound anymore. Fear tugged at him. He wanted nothing more than to just close his eyes and rest, but he was afraid. Because what if he wouldn't wake back up? He couldn't leave John. They were all each other had.

When there was no response from inside, John twisted and reach for the door handle. To his surprise it wasn't locked. With a bit of difficultly, he managed to push it open. He was momentarily startled when a man warily greeted him from behind a desk. The man looked tired and his short brown hair looked messy, like he may have just woken up. He looked a good few years older than the two brothers. “Thank god...” John muttered. “Did you work here?”

“In a sense...” he shifted his gaze to Sean.

“Can you help my brother? We got caught in the skirmish a distance from here. Please.”

The man almost seemed to relax. He stepped around the desk and over towards them. Though once he got a good look at Sean he said, “Come with me. Quickly.” He ushered John to follow him down a darkened hallway and into one of the rooms. The man moved to turn on the flashlights around the room. There was even one duck-taped to the ceiling above the table that sat in the center of the room. “Lay him down. I need space.”

“You're gonna be okay,” John muttered quietly to his brother as he laid him down on the table. There was no response as John was ushered out of the way. He bumped his back against the wall and watched the man, who he assumed to be a doctor, tend to his brother. But when the doctor cursed and rushed out of the room, John slumped down to the floor. He remained there, staring off, as the other man hurried back in the room. After checking on Sean again the doctor stood quietly in front of the table. “...We were too late.” Everything felt like it was stopping. He stopped hearing what the doctor was saying. It felt like his mind was shutting down. This wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't deserve this. Sean was supposed to survive. Supposed to live. The doctor knelt down in front of him. He said something but it didn't register to John what was said.

Slowly, John turned his focus on him. His expression seemed mostly vacant, like he couldn't fully accept what happened. But his eyes showed such pain. His hands shook as he lifted them to his head. “This wasn't supposed to happen...” The other man remained quiet. “He was a good person. Always- Sean was always positive. He didn't...” John pulled his knees up. “It should've been me. It should've...” his voice cracked. John fell quiet.

“I'm sorry...” He didn't expect a reaction and continued. “I can not begin to understand how difficult this is for you, but take what time you need to mourn. Do not push yourself.” John remained quiet. The doctor didn't know if he was even registering what he was being told. It was likely he was in shock. “I suggest staying here awhile. I will prepare a room you can use.” He rested a hand on his shoulder for a moment before getting to his feet and heading for the door, pausing briefly to look back at the younger man and his deceased twin, before leaving fully.

John looked up at the table Sean laid on. He swallowed hard then buried his face in his arms.

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Just as an extra note, I don’t usually use the name Sean when adding him in stories. But I had it in my head that if Anti survives the war then he will use the name Jack (Since Jack is a nickname for both Sean and John).

[apathbacktoyou]

N, t, W?

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

for finishing i picked TWOM in another ask but for someone else to write it (again, if i could lend out my brain bc i’m specific af) i have this stripper!sinara/business man!kasius au that i should really get done because (if i do say so mysel) it would be FUN haha

it is a multichap again and i think it should exist in the world and maybe i will make that happen this year

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

i’m not a huge fan of abo verses, i guess?

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

i answered this here :)

send me a fic ask?

[lafislife]

TWOM Chapter 2: A kindness of the heart

Alexander Hamilton always thought he was going to be someone one day. He was ambitious, hard working and smart, and did not mind demonstrating it every time he had the chance.

Now he is trapped in the middle of civil war, and all his dreams crumble to the ground, the future he had carefully planned disappearing before his very eyes.

But he survives. He always does. And maybe something better can come out of this.

Time: Modern Civil War AU.

(T/W): Pain, wound, maybe some soft insults.

(A/N): Second chapter! There will be lots of characters coming, I promise.

I still haven’t decided on ships yet, so I accept your ideas on it. To be honest, this is quite self indulgent, and I find it probable that I may write characters, well, out of character. I am sorry if I do so.

Again, I need to clarify that my first language isn’t english, so I will probably fuck up a lot. Please view my mistakes with indulgence, and correct them whenever you feel like doing so.

Peggy did make a mean soup. She also cooks a lot of other dishes that taste fantastic. How she does so, when even the basics were considered luxuries, escapes Alexander completely.

Breakfast was homemade bread and eggs, and Alexander almost moans at how good it tasted. He was used to cold, canned food until now, but even if he wasn’t, it would have tasted heavenly.

Peggy smiles so brightly Alexander is afraid he is going to be blinded. “I am glad you like it so much. I would offer you another serving, but G says you should take it slow.”

“G?” Alexander asks, raising an eyebrow, and Peggy laughs at his expression.

“Washington. We call him that. Not in front of him, though, so don’t rat us out!” she smirks, and Alexander risks a laugh. The pain on his ribs is still present, but way more bearable than the day before. “Also, it is only fair. He keeps calling me Maggie instead of Peggy, and I am starting to think he is doing it on purpose”

Alexander laughs even more at that, and this time it does hurt. He does not mind as much as he did yesterday. “I was just about to ask you who Maggie was and why had you replaced them in the kitchen”

“Hey! I do make great bread, so you should be thankful it was me. I hear Maggie is a terrible cook.” she fake-scoffs, feigning being upset.

“Fair enough” Alex smiles, and Peggy seems satisfied enough with that answer, so she drops the subject. “So you are also a Schuyler. I am guessing you are both sisters.”

“In fact there are three of us. You still haven’t met Angelica, and I doubt you will until nighttime. She went to hunt with Herc last night and both came back drained” Peggy explained.

“They went to hunt? What exactly?”

“Oh, right, sorry. You surely know how dangerous it is to go out during the day,” Peggy starts explaining, but Alexander knows that reality too well. Not only you are more visible to the military patrols that are allowed to shoot first and ask questions later without much repercussion, the crossfire between bandits and the military makes it almost impossible to move around the city safely. “So we take turns going out during the night. There are still some places that have supplies left, and a few others you can trade whatever you have on excess”

Alex frowns. “That still seems dangerous. Is it worth the risk?”

“At least until we can make a bigger and safer farm, yes, it is. We do produce a foul moonshine, and we are lucky barter prices for it are high enough for us to buy food and other supplies”. Peggy shrugs. “I even enjoy it a little. The hunt, I mean. Some places are really safe to be, and it feels nice going out after a few days locked up inside”

Alexander sighs. Nobody should be reduced to live behind locked doors, afraid to go out. He felt like a caged animal most of the time. “I hope I’ll recover soon. I would gladly help you hunt, I owe you guys too mu-”

“You don’t owe us anything” Peggy drily cuts him off. “I understand how you feel, but in times like these we need to help each other out. I am sure you would have done the same for any one of us” She says, and her smile is almost sad.

“It is hard to find people with such kind hearts, even in peaceful times” Alexander smiles. He feels warm inside, something he hadn’t felt since the war broke out. “I didn’t think it was possible nowadays”.

Peggy smiles back, leaning a little bit over the bed, sitting on the very edge of the chair. “You would be surprised. I am actually happy Herc found you. It is always nice to meet new people”.

“I don’t think he feels the same way. He has a huge bruise because of me” Alexander says sheepishly, casting his eyes down to look at his hands, still feeling guilty about the punch he threw at Mulligan.

“That little bruise?” Peggy scoffs, and Alexander is surprised to find Peggy faking annoyance. “He actually seems proud of it, so I think he owes you.”

Alexander can’t help but laugh again at her antics, and when a coughing fit stops him, Peggy is there offering him a cup of water.  Alexander gladly takes it, downing its contents in four big gulps. When she takes the cup out of his hands, he is still smiling.

“Good” she says when he is done drinking it, setting the cup back on the nightstand. “A smile looks far better on you than those awful puppy eyes”

If Alexander felt lucky to be found by these amazing people before, now he is feeling blessed.

—————-

Peggy left behind her a book for him to read. It was not his favourite genre, but he prefered it to the monotonous solitude of the room. Alexander had the pleasure to be in Peggy’s company for just one hour, while they broke their fasts, but he already felt comfortable around her. She seemed cheerful and positive, and that was something much needed in times like this.

Lunch was not a thing here. In fact, eating two meals a day was a luxury they were allowing themselves because they had plenty to spare, but they usually ate once a day. Alexander did not mind, he was used to a meal every other day, so this was still improvement.

He had managed to doze off for a few hours, book resting over his lap. He felt bad barely leaving the bed, but in his state, he would be more of an inconvenience if he actually got his wound open while trying to be of some help.

He was finishing a chapter of Peggy’s book when he heard a knock to the door. He sets the book aside and sits himself higher on the bed. “Yes?”

There are two sets of footsteps entering the room. Of their owners, Alexander only recognizes one: Elizabeth Schuyler. The other one is a slightly older woman, with hair wild around her face, some of it tied in a small bun behind her. She has high cheekbones, and her dark skin glows dimly under the ceiling light.

“We’ve come to check on you” says Eliza, making her way to the bed.

“Oh. Is it time for a change of bandages?” he asks, and Eliza nods at him while the other woman comes near the bed, eyes not leaving him. Alexander would never admit he feels a little bit intimidated by her. “I…I believe we hadn’t have the pleasure” He ventures, “Alexander Hamilton”.

“I know. Everybody here knows” she says jokingly, a smart smile adorning her face. “Angelica Schuyler. I am glad to see you are doing well”.

“We both are” he says, and she lets out a small chuckle that has Alexander wondering how it is possible that three sisters are so uniquely charming in their own ways. “So is anyone coming to change the bandages?”

Angelica raises an eyebrow and glances at her sister before looking at him. “No. We are going to. To be more precise, Eliza is going to, I am going to check if everything seems fine”.

“Oh?” Alexander says, and when he turns to Eliza, he can see she’s purposely looking elsewhere, occupied with the new dressings. “So you were the one that bandaged me? Why didn’t you say so yesterday? ”

Eliza blushes. “It seemed a bit arrogant? You had already thanked me. Even if it wasn’t directly.” she says as she rolls the bandages and prepares the cotton balls she is going to use to clean the wound.

Alexander smiles tenderly at her. He was going to thank her again, albeit later, when her sister wasn’t freeing his chest from his previous cast. When Angelica finishes getting rid of the previous dressing, she has him roll to the side so she can inspect the wound closely.

“It’s seems to be doing great. This is the finest stitch work I have ever done, too” she says and bot Alexander and Eliza share an amused look. “Good news, you’ll be up in no time. Bad news, disinfecting the wound is still going to hurt as hell” she says as she takes the peroxide from Eliza’s hand.

“It’s okay. Mind telling me about the wound?”

“A gunshot to the side” Angelica says, matter-of-factly.

Alexander scoffs, almost offended with such an obvious answer. “I figured as much, yes. I was expecting detailsssss” he finds himself hissing as the embedded cotton touches his skin, hands closing into tight fists, as the burning sensation begins to spread through his ribcage.

“You were lucky, actually. The bullet barely grazed your side. It made you lose quite a bit of blood, but it’s not that serious. I wonder why you were so weak when Herc found you. You didn’t even come around for half a day since he brought you here”. Angelica says as she cleans the wound. Alexander knows the exact answer to that question.

“I may or may not have not eaten for two days when I was shot. Maybe that helped?” he says, and both sisters stop to look at him. He almost laughs at how differently they show concern: Angelica is looking at him scornfully, like a mother about to scold his child, while Eliza’s eyes are filled with worried compassion.

“You know, you could have chosen just one. Bleed to death or starve to death. Both seems a bit extreme” Angelica finally speaks, as she finishes cleaning the wound. She discards the used cotton ball in a plastic bag by her feet.

“Ah, dear sister, didn’t you hear? He likes ‘stepping up the game’” Elizabeth says, eyes never leaving the bandages with which she is enveloping Alexander’s chest. “I think his next challenge is surviving a winter night outdoors while shirtless”. Angelica gives her a confused look, smiling a bit.

“That is actually a great idea” Alexander says, and Eliza rolls her eyes jokingly. The wound still burns where the disinfectant hit, but he is glad to know he is going to get better soon enough. “Thanks. To…both of you. I’ll gladly make it up to you as soon as I am able to”.

Angelica’s eyes soften a little bit with that. “I am sure there’ll be plenty of opportunities for you to demonstrate how daring you can be.” she says, and there’s a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “But you should rest for now.” she says, her eyes staying on his a bit longer than appropriate. “I have to check the furnace now. John says he can’t figure out what is wrong with it. Are you okay finishing up?” she asks her sister.

Eliza nods at her, and with that, Angelica turns around a leaves the room. Alexander’s eyes follow her, then stay on the doorway when she is out of sight, watching the decayed green-and-gold pattern of the corridor’s wallpaper. Eliza and him remain in a comfortable silence while she bandages him, tying the cast softly over his shoulder.

“I still think you should have told me. I would have thanked you better, if that makes any sense” Alexander breaks the silence as he rests his back against the pillow once more.

“It does, but I don’t think you have to be so thankful about it. Angelica is the one who made most of the work, and in any case, any of us would have done the same. I don’t think you need to feel so grateful ab-” she says, but stops when she hears Alexander softly laughing.

“I am sorry” he says, and is quick to add, “It is fun to me that your sister said the same thing to me this morning. You do really take after one another after all”.

“We try to do our best” she says, the smile on her lips sincere, hands placing everything she used back in the first aid kit box. “Dinner will be served soon. I’ll be sure to send someone to bring you a bite”

———-

When the door opens again, he is surprised to see Mulligan with a small tray in his hands. He seems tired.

“Rough hunting?” Alexander asks, and Hercules watches him skeptically, “Oh. Peggy told me about it.” he adds quickly.

“I see” he says, helping Alexander set it on his lap. “No, it was actually quite a peaceful night. I just couldn’t sleep much” he explains, and Alex nods at him, not really sure what to say next.

“Maybe you should take the night to try and catch on some sleep” he suggests, and Mulligan shrugs at him, shaking his head from side to side as if he is considering the idea.

“I may do so, yes” he finally says, scratching the back of his neck. Alexander , so he drops it at that and starts eating his meal.

Alexander is not fond of silence, so a few second into his meal he begins to talk again. “So… how’s life?” he says, and he immediately wants to punch himself in the face for being so painfully awkward.

“Hard, as for anybody around here. We are luckier than many though.”

Alexander wonders what to ask next, eating his meal slowly in the meantime. “What did you do before the war?”

“I worked as a tailor. I did designs for mass-produced clothing brands, but I always prefered the process of actually making my own clothes” he says, a smile ghosting over his lips, his eyes unfocused as he relaxes back on the chair. “I was about to start my own brand when war broke” he finishes, letting his head fall a little.

“That’s a shame” he says, and he searches for something, anything he can say about that. “But you can probably get back into it when war stops”

“If it stops” Mulligan’s answer is dry, resentful.

“No, when it stops” Alexander insists. Hercules wants to push it further, but something in Alexander’s eyes tells him he is not a guy that gives up easily, not even petty arguments like this one, so he decides against it.

Instead, he asks “What about you? What did you do before the war started?”

“I was double majoring in college. Nothing as impressive as starting my own company, like you, but…” he trails off and finishes with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“Double majoring is incredible impressing, I don’t know what you are talking about. Such a shame you had to stop studying because of this whole mess” he says, and Alexander shrugs again, nonchalantly. “So what were your majors?”

“Law and economics. Pretty related to each other, if you ask me, so it wasn’t as hard as it sounds” Alexander plays a little bit with his food before he speaks again “Final weeks were hellish, though”

Mulligan’s smile is amused, and he lets Alexander finish his meal before talking again. “How are you feeling? I heard Angelica saying she had to check up on you earlier.”

“Apparently I am doing fine. A graze against the ribs. I guess it’ll take one or two days more before I get back on my feet” he smiles, and he lifts the tray so Hercules can bring it back to the kitchen. “Thanks for the meal”

Hercules’ goodbye is a small, unsure nod, and his face seems deep in thought when he turns to close the door behind him. For a heartbeat, it seemed he wanted to  say something, ask something. Alex is confused, but decides against worrying about it too much. Instead, he grabs Peggy’s book and resumes his reading.

When the door opens again, after half an hour and without a knock, Alex is surprised. He is even more surprised when he sees Mulligan, scratching the back of his neck, brow frowning a little bit. Hercules isn’t looking at him, instead fixing his eyes on the ground and resting his body against the doorframe.

He seemed even more distressed now than when he left the room a few minutes ago.

“Mulligan?” Alexander calls him after what feels like a thousand seconds, and Hercules looks up at him, eyes showing concern. “Did something happen?” Alex inquires, hoping to make Hercules talk.

“There wasn’t anyone else, right?” he asks all of a sudden, and Alexander could tell the thought was bugging him, even though he could not understand the question.

“Excuse me?”

“With you, the other night. There was no friend, or mate, you were with? I did not see anybody else but-” he sighs, interrupting himself, apparently frustrated. Alexander was confused. He could tell, whatever this was, was really bothering Mulligan, even if he seemed quite collected before.

Realization hit Alexander like a brick thrown to the face. He was worried someone was left behind.

“No, I was alone” he concedes with a reassuring smile, and he can see Mulligan’s shoulders actually relax: he has been tense the whole time, even when they were making pleasant conversation. Alexander feels bad he could not reassure him earlier.“Last mate died a while back to the same sniper that got me, actually”.

“Oh.” Hercules’ answer is plain, and he remains in a deep, thoughtful silence, eyes still not meeting his. “I am sad you had to go through that” he finally mutters, lowering his head a little bit, and the neck scratching this time is more out of shame than nervousness.

“It’s fine, really. I did not know him that much, and you know to expect this things in the middle of war”

“Does not make it fucking okay, though” he said, harsh, and Alexander wondered if he had said the wrong thing. Mulligan sighed, “I am sorry, I did not mean to take it on you. This thing…this… war takes the worst of us out. We already lost…” Hercules’ answer trails off and he seemed distressed, almost saddened. When he doesn’t pick up where he left, Alexander is quick to fill the uncomfortable silence.

“No problem” Alexander answers, clearing his throat. He is silent for a few seconds, deep in thought, until he speaks again, the idea in his head finally taking the shape of words, “If it serves of any consolation, I think that what you did with me proves quite the opposite in your case. All of you. You showed me kindness I did not expect to find in times like this.”

Mulligan’s head and eyes rise at this, watching him carefully, as if he is trying to see through Alexander’s obvious lie. Instead, he is met with sincere eyes and a honest smile and he sighs, defeated, running a hand through his hair. “Thanks” he says, “it has been bugging me off since you came back. Angelica and I checked the place last night, but couldn’t find anyone, but I still wasn’t sure”

“You even went back and checked the place, and you are still saying this war takes the worst of you?”

Mulligan’s shy but sincere smile is all Alexander needs for an answer.

[talariis-a]

I know I haven’t been on much lately but it’s mainly because I’m doing some exams at Uni and classes are stressing me out, but I’m here to say that I’d do anything for a TWOM au. 

[gamerwithattitude-blog]

Mon avis sur Abzū, This War of Mine et Titan's Soul.

Ces derniers temps, je dois bien admettre qu'il y a du mieux question jeux offerts avec l'abonnement PS+. De manière générale, le Ps-Store s'est récemment enrichi de belles pépites dont le prix a - en plus - été revu à la baisse. Alors jetons un œil sans plus attendre à mes récents coups de cœur.

ABZU : Encore un jeu d’exploration/contemplation poétique signé Giant Squid. Après les champs de fleur dans Flowers, le désert dans Journey, voici Abzū, qui nous propose d'explorer les profondeurs marines. 

Les bancs de poissons sont une réussite !

Question réalisation, c'est très beau, comme d'habitude. Le style graphique du studio se retrouve, à la fois simple et chatoyant de couleurs. La mise en scène est prodigieuse, filant parfois des frissons devant la beauté de ce qui se passe. Mais bon, on a tout de même l'impression de rejouer à Journey sous l'eau. La recette est exactement la même, et à force je pense que ça va lasser.

Certains passages consistent à se laisser porter par un courant marin. Les habitués de Journey et Flower ne seront pas dépaysés.

Également, l'extrême simplicité des choses à faire donne une impression de vide. Je pense que Giant Squid va devoir enrichir son gameplay, au risque de toujours proposer des expériences contemplatives sans grandes profondeur. Toutefois, Abzū est une belle expérience, que tout gamer curieux devrait essayer.

THIS WAR OF MINE : Encore un jeu de survie ? Encore un jeu sur la guerre ? Oui mais là vous aidez des civils à survivre dans un cadre extrêmement touchant et réaliste. TWOM a débarqué de nulle part et est devenu un véritable phénomène. 

Les lieux à explorer sont assez variés et proposent pas mal de surprises. Il ne s’agira pas de foncer tête baissée et/ou de buter tout le monde. En effet, nos survivants ont leurs forces et leurs faiblesses, leurs cas de conscience : voler ou tuer d’autres civils comme eux leur sera parfois très dur à supporter.

Et c'est mérité car le jeu est très bon ! Sorte de Sims réaliste, chaque élément a son importance : la faim, la santé, les blessures mais aussi et surtout le moral. Vos personnages ne supporteront pas tous de foncer dans le tas et de buter d'autres êtres humains. Chacun a sa personnalité, ses qualités et ses vices. Petit plus très intéressant : la gestion d'enfants. TWOM va très loin et vous tremblez réellement pour que tout se passe bien pour votre petite équipe. 

Déblayer, aménager les pièces, barricader les fenêtres, bien gérer la température de chauffage, les réserves d’eau et de nourriture, et le temps de repos... Gérer votre abris sera vital.

Le niveau de difficulté est assez élevé, mais rien de frustrant. La rejouabilité est excellente, vu que plusieurs équipes sont dispos et qu'une partie aléatoire peut être lancée. Seuls petits bémols : la taille minuscule des textes à l'écran, un petit manque de réactivité des personnages contrôlés et le manque d'explications ou de jauge de faim, santé etc…

À part ça TWOM est génial, réglé au millimètre, et y jouer ne vous laissera pas indemne.

TITAN’S SOUL : Un héros. Des boss. Une seule flèche qui tue en un seul coup. Hommage à peine caché à The Shadow of the Colossus, Titan’s Soul propose une confrontation directe et dans détours. Un peu comme dans Fury, l'essentiel est dans la technique, le geste parfait. 

Titan’s Soul propose de nous confronter à différents boss, façon Zelda-a link to the past. Chacun a son apparence et ses mouvements particuliers. Tous sont extrêmement mortels, et tous ont un point faible à découvrir.

Mais ici, vous mourrez très souvent. Je veux dire… Très très TRÈS souvent. Mais le respawn est rapide et pas trop frustrant. Arriver à comprendre le comportement d'un boss et le battre en 1 seul coup, c'est véritablement grisant ! L'effet n'aurait pas été le même si le héros et les boss avaient chacun - disons - 20 points de vie. 

Les environnements sont variés bien que très classiques (lave, neige, foret “ensorcellée”...). Il n’y a pas grand chose à y faire et ça nous sert juste de point de repère pour trouver les boss. On aurait apprécié avoir quelques énigmes sur notre chemin.

Cette simplicité fait la force du titre. Ajoutez une jouabilité parfaite, de beaux graphismes en pixelart et une belle musique et vous avez entre les mains un excellent jeu.

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Know what I've been thinking about. This War of Mine style AU. Ramsay's special skill is being a doctor, obviously. Wheeler knows how to make weapons. Ulysses is good at bargaining and Smokey is a fast runner, so he probably does the scavenging. Wheeler and Ulysses always fight about whether or not cigarettes are a necessity, until Uly breaks down and shares smokes with him when they're on night watch.

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Part of my This War of Mine AU. This takes place right before my Gunpoint prompt (I would link it but then this probably won’t show in the tags). Also, this is a scene directly from the game but slightly rewritten.

word count: 790 Content Warnings: someone gets saved from getting raped. Edit: I forgot to add the read more when I posted initially. It’s there now.

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It was dark out. Late. Chase was quite the distance from home. There were more people out but he avoided them. Just to be safe. He needed supplies and unfortunately nighttime was generally safer than trying to go out during the day. Daytime was unpredictable. Sure, at night there were dangers as well, just, different kinds. And if you're careful, less dangerous ones.

Looking across the street, Chase recognized the store on the corner. Literally named, The Corner Store. It was one of those one-stop places. He's only been there once but always found humor in the places' name. Glancing around he didn't see anyone and took that moment to jog over. Hopefully he could find what they needed.

The door was broken which told him the place was likely ransacked. Who knew what was left. He paused for a moment when he heard voices. Maybe if he was careful he could find what he needed without getting anyone's attention. He crouched down behind one of the shelves and removed his backpack before opening it and reaching inside. Chase never had to use it before but it sure made him feel safer. Making sure the safety was on, he tucked the handgun out of sight. Picking up his backpack, he slowly made his way farther in the store.

“That's a pretty name. It goes well with your pretty face.” Chase heard as he got closer, hoping to find the section he needed.

“...Thank you.” They must not know each other.

“You lookin' for something?” The man seemed drunk. Or teetering on the edge of being drunk.

“Just some food...”

Crap they were in the next isle. Should he try sneaking past? “Food? I can give you some food for a favor.” Chase could hear shuffling about. Well, this was starting to get uncomfortable. “Just come with me, babe. We'll dine and have some fun.” Chase cringed at that statement.

The sound of her rummaging stopped. “No, I... I'm afraid I can't. So-” She was cut off as the man spoke again.

“The hell you can't!” The girl shuffled back a couple steps as the man banged on something. “If you don't want to starve, you have to do what I tell you!” Chase tensed. This wasn't good.

The man started towards her, and, as she backed away, she said, “I'm sorry. I have to go home...”

Chase heard it. The thunk. A scuffle. Suddenly, she cried out, “No, please. Help! Someone please!” No... No no no. He had to do something. If he didn't then...

“Shut your damn mouth or I'll shoot you.” Chase swallowed and reached for his gun.

Chase was tense as he stepped out. “Leave her alone!” he shouted as he pointed his gun at the man.

The man, who Chase could now see was a soldier, looked back. “Stay the fuck outta this.”

“Please, help me!” The man turned and smacked her across the face.

“What did I say, you bitch.”

Clicking the safety off, Chase spoke up again. “I will shoot you.” Taking note, the man got up and, without any hesitation, lifted his rifle and fired. The girl nearly screamed. Pain flared in Chase's left shoulder. Panic welled up but he quickly tried to push it back down. He had to. If he didn't he was going to die. But this wasn't just about him... Quickly, he pulled the trigger. The soldiers eyes widened, clearly surprised. Anger crossed his face. Lifting his rifle again, he opened his mouth to speak when Chase fired again.

His hands shook as he stared at the man dead on the floor, bullet clear through the bridge of his nose. Chase lowered the weapon as his eyes met with the girl. No, young woman. She looked younger than him but not by that much. Wide-eyed, she scrambled backward and to her feet. But it was Chase who turned and ran. Dropping his gun into his backpack and flinging it over his good shoulder, before clamping his hand over his injured one and running for the exit of the store.

Chase was in a state of panic. What am I going to do, he thought. I just killed someone. I killed him. He slumped down next to a tree. The pain in his shoulder grabbed his attention. I... “I have to find bandages. Or something,” he mumbled. He tried to think but his thoughts just went back to the woman. Was she okay? He hadn't even asked. He just... ran. Staggering to his feet, Chase started walking again. He had to keep looking, since now he had more things to worry about.

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I wasn’t sure how to make this gore related, unless this does count? But either way the prompt gave me inspiration for this scene so...

October prompts Day 7: Nosebleed (goretober) word count: 461

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From the roof Jackie could see the whole area. Which made it the perfect spot to scoop out the camp. This was his third time here and the soldiers didn't even know he was there. By this point he was sure he figured out the best method to ambush them. Getting up Jackie hurried off across the roof when suddenly a gun fired. The bullet nicked off the roof. Startled, Jackie slipped and tumbled down to the ground on the other side. “Shit...” He groaned as he hit the ground.

Jackie knew he didn't have time to recover; he had to get away before he was caught. Scrambling to his feet, he turned to run only to have the butt of a rifle slammed against the bridge of his nose. Pain flared and he saw spots in his vision for a moment. He tried to blink back the pain as he glared at the man. Blood dripping from his nose. The soldier pointed his rifle at Jackie. “You really thought we didn't see you?”  the soldier questioned before he whistled calling others to their location. Jackie's eyes darted about. What choices did he have? Quickly, he ran through his options. God, he hoped he was right about this...

He charged at the soldier and slammed his shoulder into his gut before he ran toward the nearest path of escape. Jackie was about to jump to climb back up onto the roofing when he was grabbed. The man that grabbed him twisted his arm sharply behind his back and slammed him against the wall. Jackie groaned from the pain. “Lock him up and keep a close eye on him!” The soldier turned to one of the others. “And you, send word to the captain. We'll see what she wants to do with this rebel trash.” As Jackie was being led away, the soldier spoke again, “I'm sure she will gladly make an example out of you.”

Jackie knew well enough what that meant and thrashed in the man's grip. The man tightened his grip and threatened to break his arm if he didn't stop. Jackie decided it was probably best to not risk it and instead bide his time till he could figure out what to do. The room he was dumped off in had no clear escape paths. Other than the window that is. Unfortunately it had lost its glass and was barred. Unzipping his hoodie, he sat with his back to the wall and pulled up the collar of his shirt, pressing it to his nose as he tried to stop the bleeding. Hopefully, he had time to think and come up with an escape plan. Otherwise he was going to be in serious trouble.

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October prompts Day 5: Gunpoint (Whumptober) Word Count: 1248

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Henrik startled awake from his restless sleep. He lay still and listened. There, that noise again. Someone very persistently managed to shove their way past his makeshift barricade against his front door. Thankfully, he kept his overly important things here in the room he sleep in. Even so... Quietly, Henrik got up. The floor creaked slightly as he stepped to the floor. He'd been reasonably lucky and hadn't been robbed often.

Picking up a flashlight and the key to the room, Henrik made his way to the door. He waited and listened for where they could be. There was rummaging close by for a moment before they shuffled elsewhere. Carefully, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. Re-locking it he peeked out of the room. They had their back to him as they riffled through a cabinet. Their movement screamed desperate. Stepping out of his room, Henrik pulled the door so that it was only cracked open. He took a breathe to calm his nerves. “Are you in need of help?”

The man spun around with a slight stagger and pointed a gun at him. Henrik pulled the door closed then lifted his arms signaling that he had no intent on fighting him. “Give me bandages. And... and painkillers.” Even in this dim lighting Henrik could tell the man looked pale. “Just-just let me take what I need.” And his stagger when he turned. “Hurry up.” He didn't seem at all confident. Just desperate and worn out. Henrik noticed his left shoulder. And hurt if the darker spot on his clothes said anything.

“You do not look well. Let me help you.” The man leaned back against the cabinet. Henrik slowly lowered his arms. “I am a doctor. Let me help.” His lips parted in thought for a second before he lowered the gun. “Good. Good, come with me,” Henrik instructed as he started in his direction. Then froze as the gun was lifted. Pointing his flashlight to the floor he turned it on. Moving it along the floor he directed towards a hallway. “We are going there,” he told him.

Henrik was wary. The man had a gun. It was difficult to tell if he was going to end up using it or not. He suspected he wasn't but to be safe he remained cautious. “...Okay.” After he took another step towards the hallway did the man lower the gun again.

Leading the way, Henrik led him to one of the rooms near the end. There were no windows, he had to rely solely on the flashlight which he set down on the counter. He motioned to the medical bed and said, “Take a seat if you don't mind.” The other man leaned against the doorframe with his right side. “Sir, if you wish medical help you will need to sit down.”

“It's... just my shoulder,” he mumbled as he finally moved out of the doorway. Henrik couldn't exactly blame him for being wary. With everything going on you didn't always know who you could trust. And he supposed his accent didn't help his case. The man grimaced at the bright light from the flashlight since, when he'd sat down, it was eye level. He turned his head away from the light.

“You will need to remove your jacket,” Henrik informed his patient. He watched as he shrugged the backpack off of his shoulder and set the gun down next to it before he wiggled his arm out of the sleeve before slowly pulling his arm from the other sleeve. Then he rested his hand on the weapon again. The man still had function in his arm, that was a good sign. Henrik paused for a moment before speaking. “How much do you care about your shirt?” He wore a short sleeve grey shirt.

“...Indifferent, I guess.”

“I will be back in a moment. Do not leave.” Henrik picked up the flashlight and left the room, leaving the man seated in the dark. When he came back, Henrik was only a little surprised to see him waiting. He set both the flashlight and the bag he carried on the counter. Opening the bag, he dug for a second before pulling out a pair of fabric scissors. “Might I ask what happened?” Henrik questioned as he stepped over to his injured side.

There was silence as Henrik started to cut the sleeve. “I saved someone from...” he paused for a second. “From, getting assaulted.” The sleeve fell open exposing his wound. “I was shot,” he mumbled.

“I see... And how is your arm? You can still move and grab things. Is it numb?” His patient gave a slight shake of the head. There was a pause, then Henrik moved over and picked up the flashlight. The next thing he said surprised them both. “You are one lucky man...”

The other man glanced over and, squinting his eyes at the light, muttered, “I don't feel lucky.”

“Well,” the doctor started as he set the flashlight back on the counter and shifted through his bag. “The bullet missed everything that could have caused permanent damage.” After a moment he handed the man a thick piece of fabric which he accepted with a look of confusion. “I will be cleaning, stitching, and bandaging your injury. If it hurts I would rather you bite on that than scream.”

“Oh...” When Henrik turned back to him he asked, “Um, is that stuff sanitary?”

“Yes. I still do have some equipment that is sanitized.”

Initially, it wasn't so bad. But once Henrik started to stitch closed his injury the man could barely keep himself still as his he clenched his teeth against the fabric the doctor gave him, letting out sharp breathes through his nose, as he tightly gripped the cushion he sat on. When the doctor was finished and started to bandage him up did the man finally start to be able to calm down. “You will need to let it heal. No heavy lifting. I do not recommend anymore outings. Not for the time being,” Henrik informed him as he finished up and moved back to the counter with his supplies.

“Thanks, doc.”

“It's Henrik. And you are welcome.” He glanced back to notice his patient moving to get up. “No, no. Where are you going?”

He looked up at him. “I need to get home.”

“You will stay here until morning. I can not let you leave in your condition. You need rest.”

Shaking his head he told him, “Stacy will worry.” Though even as he told him this he seemed a little reluctant to leave.

“Your wife?” He nodded. “I am sure she would rather have you safe and resting than leaving in the shape you are in.”

The man was quiet as he thought. Henrik turned back to taking care of his things. “I really appreciate this,” he told Henrik as he put the gun, with the safety on, back in his backpack before lowering it to the floor.

Henrik collected his equipment then turned to face his guest. “I will see you in the morning.”

“Chase.”

Offering a smile he told him, “Try to sleep well, Chase.” Then left the room leaving Chase in darkness.

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I hope this counts as gore. I’ve never really written it before...

October prompts Day 1: Bullets (goretober) word count: 338

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Jameson had already started getting doubts about everything that was happening. Questioned whether what they were doing was right. He'd asked once, but got reprimanded and kept his thoughts to himself after that. But now, as he marched out with the rest of their forces to once again confront the rebellion, he couldn't help the doubts as they crept back to the surface. Was this really right? Turning their guns and military might towards civilians? How did it all come down to this?

Gun fire caught them by surprise. The rebels had known they were coming. How did they know? Orders were shouted around him as he ducked behind some cover. “Jackson! Where are they firing from!” Jameson took a breathe before he looked around than scrambled out from behind his cover. A bullet nicked his arm as he ran. He slid down behind some more cover. As far as he could tell there were a few places their enemy was hiding. Jameson shouted back to his superior. But once he did the rebels started to retreat. He was hesitant to pursue them. Something didn't feel right. His superior shouted at him to stop dragging his feet and go after them. Jameson paused for just another moment, wary of pushing his luck, than started after them.

He didn't get to far when shots were fired. Then a loud explosion. Jameson felt a sharp pain and was thrown off his feet. His ears were ringing. People were shouting. Leave him, he heard someone say. His superior..? No, he was fine. He went to open his mouth but it hurt. Something by his throat. He weakly lifted his arm. His whole body hurt. Blinking slowly, he felt something sharp lodged in his neck. Oh. Jameson dropped his arm back down. He was going to die. That... that made sense. He blinked as he stared up at the sky. The last thing he heard, as he let his eyes drift closed, was gunfire and heavy footsteps off in the distance.

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October prompts Day 2: Explosion (whumptober) word count: 920

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Marvin sat down in the basement with Jaydin, his siamese cat, curled up on his lap. He was seated on a cushion that belonged on a futon that he propped half against the wall. There wasn't much for furniture down there; and, though he didn't mind, he had considered bringing a couple more things down from his apartment. But he had a busy day and didn't feel up to doing any of that so late. It was one of the busier days he'd had in awhile. Other then the occasional theft or hold ups, most people were still pretty decent and willing to give something in return for what he had in his pawn shop.

It was a good day. Everyone who had come in was willing to trade something. Since at this point cash didn't count for much. He'd even heard of people burning it to start a fire for warmth now that it was getting colder. Marvin tried not to. He knew that when all this was over he was going to need whatever money he had to rebuild and replace things. As for the items in his shop, well, he supposed it was just stuff. And with how chaotic it was nobody really wanted stuff unless it was useful. Today he gave a little boy an old action figure. Marvin wasn't going to forget the smile on the boys face.

Tipping his head back against the wall, Marvin wondered if he should turn off the flashlight and conserve batteries. It wasn't like he really needed the light right now. After all it was getting late in the day and he wasn't exactly in the mood to read. With a sigh, he removed his hand from Jaydin's back and picked up the flashlight that he had balanced on its end. Just as he was about to turn it off, Marvin heard his other cat, an adorable calico named Cici, yowling from its hiding spot on the other side of the room. He turned the beam of light over to see what was wrong. The poor thing hadn't handled this whole situation well. He was always hiding somewhere. Marvin couldn't find anything unusual though.

Jaydin lifted his head and looked around. He got up and took a second to stretch before giving a small meow and looking up. “What's wrong?” Marvin asked softly as he followed its gaze. It was quiet for a bit before even Marvin thought he heard something. It didn't sound like it, but Marvin wondered if someone was stealing from his shop.

Warily, he got to his feet and started towards the stairs leading up into his shop. He barely made it a few steps when he was knocked off his feet by an explosion above ground. A good portion of the building came down around him. He spotted Jaydin and, dropping his flashlight, scrambled over to him and grabbed him, keeping him close when something struck him from above. Marvin slumped over, dazed and in pain.

Slowly, Marvin blinked his eyes open. What..? What happened? His ears were ringing and his head was throbbing as he slowly moved to get up. He could see the mound of rubble mere inches away from his face. Jaydin was shaking as he laid up against him. By instinct, Marvin lifted a shaky hand and ran it over his back hoping to sooth his fears. The light from his flashlight behind him was dim from all the dust in the air. Sitting up he tried to ignore the unbearable headache as he pushed off the rubble that landed on his lower legs, then reached back for the flashlight. He tried to keep a hand on the siamese the whole time.

Marvin shown the flashlight around the room. At least half of it was buried under rubble. He couldn't see where the stairs were anymore. There was no exit. He moved the light to where Cici had been hiding and his heart sank. There... It was gone. That whole area was completely buried. “Help...” His throat was dry. Marvin moved to get up but nearly fell as he put pressure on his ankle. Tears stung as he practically crawled to the rubble and started to try to pull it away. “Help...!” He barely managed to move a couple pieces which only resulted in some more rubble tumbling down. “Please. Is anyone there?!” Marvin let out a cough. “Help!” Tears slid down his cheeks. “Help...!”

Panic welled up quickly. Faster than it ever had before. His world literally crumbled down around him and everything suddenly hit him all at once. The war and all the effects of it. Losing his shop. Cici. All of it. His breathes came quicker. He choked back a sob. Marvin pulled his shaking hands back from the rubble as he sat slumped, elbows nearly touching his knees. “He-help me,” he gasped between breathes. He hugged himself gasping for air. “I ca- I can't...” I can't breath. Can't get out. I'm trapped. I'm going to die.

He didn't even realize his cat bumped lightly against his leg. Not until he laid down on his legs. The siamese must have known he needed comfort. And, since he was in dire need of comfort as well, he sought Marvin out. It took awhile before Marvin managed to calm himself down. But when he did, he shuffled himself back to the futon cushion and curled up with Jaydin. Then cried again.

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I've tallied quite a lot of hours in the game This War of Mine. It's inspired me to write an AU. Since I'm not very creative I've tagging it as TWoM AU. I still have a lot to work out; like a coherent timeline. So I have, for the time being, decided to write scenes and piece them together later when I get it figured out. Under the read more is some base information on the characters, mainly the egos, who will be involved in the AU so far.

Chase: He was seen with Anti, who was a wanted man, by the military. Because of this small incident, the military believed that he was harboring rebel forces. One day as he came home, he saw the military at his house. Panicked, he ran home to find his wife badly injured. He was threatened by the military as he insisted that they weren't harboring any of the rebels, before the military left. His wife passed away after telling him that whatever he did he had to protect their kids. He went upstairs to search for where his kids hid only to find a window open and his kids nowhere to be seen.

(I had also had a much sadder version that I decided against)

Henrik: He, as well as his wife, are trained doctors who have opened up their own clinic. A friend from his home-town asked for his help to open a clinic of his own to which he agreed, after talking to his wife about it. Unfortunately, about a month after he arrived, the war broke out. His wife called him asking him to please come home. He told her he would soon. He called her often, letting her know both he and his friend were okay. But when she heard that things were escalating she pleaded with him to come home when the phone call was suddenly cut off. When he tried to leave he discovered the routes out of the city were barred making it impossible for anyone to come or go. Since then his friend had died in a military bombing and Henrik has taken residence in his clinic while trying to help those he can.

Anti: His real name is John. When dealing with him, he usually comes off as a cold person. His twin brother was injured during a military attack. He couldn't find him help until it was too late and he died due to his injuries. Since then has stopped using his real name; just telling people when asked, to call him Anti or not giving them a name at all.

Jameson: He was previously part of the military. Early in the war he got severely injured by flying debris and was left for dead on the battlefield. He was found and saved by a civilian doctor. As he was recovering from his injury, he had plenty of time to think. He decided to not go back to the military, seeing as how he not only lost his ability to speak, but he didn't sign up to fight the people he was meant to protect.

Jackie: He is part of the rebel forces. Before he joined the rebel forces he was would be athlete who ran parkour to train. Unfortunately, his potential sports career was cut short when the war started. He was recruited and decided to join the rebel forces to help stop the governments mistreatment of its people. Though he came to find that the rebel forces were nearly just as bad as the military. The lesser of two evils as one would say.

Marvin: He's a former stage performer now pawn shop owner. The apartment he lives in is above his shop. There is a small basement to the pawn shop that he never really found a use for until the war started. Now he keeps most of his things down in the basement since it's a safer place to be than his apartment. Since he has no family in the city, his two cats keep him company.

Cats (names possible to change): Cici (calico), Jaydin (siamese). He got Jaydin as a kitten from a pet shop he often visited. Marvin usually just calls him Jay. Cici he found outside not far from his pawn shop as a kitten. He was dirty, hungry, and unwell. Marvin took him in and, with some advice from the pet shop he got Jaydin at, he nursed him back to health.

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The first thing I’ve written from an AU I want to start. I just don’t have the time to sort out the details. This was also part of my Whomptober prompts.

Prompt: “No, stop!”

Anti pushed the door to the clinic open and glanced around. “Hey, Doc, you around?” He didn't hear a response. Which, to him, didn't matter since he knew where the doctor kept his medical stuff. He stepped with a slight limp as entered a dark hallway and followed it to one of the back rooms. Most of the rooms he past didn't have doors anymore, just sheets covering the doorways. Anti couldn't help feel a little uncomfortable as he recalled the first time he was here. He shook his head slightly as he pushed the memory aside. It wasn't something he wanted to think about right now.

He was coming up to the room he needed when he heard something in the room next to him. Thinking it was the doctor he pushed the sheet aside. “Hey, I need some-” He stopped once he realized it wasn't actually the doctor. The man was covered in bandages, especially around his neck and upper body. He had a jacket draped over his shoulders. The small window above the bed shown just enough light on the book resting in his lap to read by. The man looked up startled when Anti showed up. Anti was about to brush the encounter off and keep walking when he took note of his jacket thinking it looked familiar.

“You...” Anti clenched his fist. The other man scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. Anti marched over as best he could with his limp, and punched the man in the face. The man made a strained sound before Anti grabbed the front of the jacket and pulled his fist back. “I'll fucking kill you!” He hit him again before the injured man managed to lift his hands in an attempt to defend himself.

There was the sound of rushed footsteps down the hall outside the room. Henrik rushed inside barely catching Antis' arm before he could hit the injured man again. “No, stop! What are you doing!” Anti jerked away from him, too angry to register the pain in his leg as he put pressure on it.

Pulling out a handgun from behind him, Anti pointed it at Henrik, who stood in front of the bed the injured man was occupying. “You out of your fucking mind!?” Anti demanded. “They're the ones who started this fucking mess!”

“He is injured,” Henrik stated harshly. “I suggest you leave him be or get out.”

“I'll fucking kill him,” Anti snarled.

“Jameson has no intention of returning to the military.”

“I don't give a shit.”

Henrik continued as if Anti hadn't just spoken. “He isn't able to speak after being left for dead.”

“It's their fault he's dead.” Anti tightened his grip on the weapon. “I'll kill you too if you don't move.”

The doctor was quiet for a second before speaking up again. “You came here for my help, did you not? Your leg? Or-”

“I don't want your fucking help! I want him dead!”

“I am trying to remain neutral. If you can not handle that I suggest you stop coming here.”

“...Move. Now.”

Henrik took a breathe. “You have changed. If your brother was anything like how you were, I truly doubt he would want you attacking an already injured man.”

Anti nearly flinched at that statement. How dare he. He has no right to. “You-”

“Tell me I am wrong,” Henrik told him.

He was quiet. “Don't expect me to help you again,” he told him as he turned to leave the room. “I have no intention of coming back here.” Henrik listened to him storm off and slam the door to the clinic closed.

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A doodle of Pat building a snowman because we all need soft content