#and i hope i did it correctly!

[jedimitsopolis]

[ID: Art of Amanda Young putting a hand to the bullet wound in her neck. It’s dripping down her shirt and arm. She looks determined. The background is the same red as the blood. End ID.]

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: Hii im the anon who ask for the wips and i saw the blurbs you have. IM VERY MUCH HOOKED with the third ones where hoshina loves reader's smile🥹 relating to that maybe i would like to add(if you want, but feel free to do seperate if you want) soft moments with hoshina x reader who felt like she being the most pessimistic person regarding love(not anti but just felt like she doesn't deserve it) so she is on denial when hoshina make a move on her

notes: reader is usually rather energetic, talkative reader, hoshina thinks you are "beautiful" at some point, TYSM FOR THE REQ!! sorry it took so long omg

wc: 1300

Something was wrong— terribly wrong. There was no way someone would want you, let alone your vice-captain who could have anyone in the world. Not your vice-captain who did everything with such care and looked after everyone so preciously. And definitely never your vice-captain you were terribly in love with.

There must be some mistake. Or else he wouldn’t have just said what you thought he said.

“Pardon me?” you asked.

He looked a little flustered and you had never seen such an expression on him, confusing you further. “I love you,” he said again, softly. “I’d love to know if you’re in a relationship.”

The way he spoke so carefully added to how nervous it made you feel— it was so different from how he usually talked to you. Now, you were lost to say the least, because you couldn’t think of one reason why he would like you, let alone romantically. Under normal circumstances, you’d assume you were being played with or that this was a silly prank or dare, but you knew that Hoshina wasn’t one to do something so horrible. So what was happening?

“I am not…” you said, still confused, but the visible relief in his eyes made your heart tighten. Oh gosh, is he serious?

“I’m… thrilled,” he said, and he wished you goodnight and left. While you were terribly flustered to know he liked you back, there was a voice in your head that wouldn’t stop making you feel anxious. Something felt so odd to you— to be loved back. To be loved back by him. You enjoyed talking to people so you talked to him often, but never had you thought he'd think of you like that. Having a naturally talkative personality, it was true that both of you had fun talking to each other, but you had accepted that your love was unrequited ages ago. When would he have possibly fallen in love with you? The more you thought about it the more impossible it sounded. As thoughts of him circled your head, it’d be morning before you knew it.

It'd be hard for him to point out exactly when he fell in love with you, because he was in love before he knew it. Before he knew it, he'd catch himself following you with his eyes. He adored watching you work, because you made everything look exciting. Of course, he saw how you groaned at the paperwork you had to do, but he'd see how the little things would put a smile on your face.

He liked the work he did, he liked all of it quite frankly. From neutralizing kaiju all the way down to the research he had to do— rarely did he think something was a chore to do, but if you were around to laugh at something silly he found or mutter about the binders and binders of files that the 3rd division just doesn't have space for anymore, he'd start looking forward to these moments.

While he knew you were like this with everyone, he hoped that you were happiest with him. It would mean everything to him if you looked forward to doing seemingly mundane work with him too.

However, while he loved so much about you, there was one moment specifically that made him realize he wasn't moving on. His heart would be yours forever at this rate. You'd look so horribly tired after all this work, and yet, if someone needed help with anything at all, you'd still smile and ask them what's wrong. You'd find the energy and speak to them so kindly. You might not have the energy you usually had, but you'd be so happy to help. Even if they couldn't tell how exhausted you were, he could. He knew how much you did for everyone in the division, and he thought you were stunning when you did so. You were the most beautiful when you had that lovely smile on your face that seemed to light up his world.

He loved you so dearly.

You loved talking to people, so there always seemed to be something for you to talk about. A new finding you wanted to share or a terribly random thought that popped up in your head. While you naturally talked to most of the people in the division, you looked forward to talking to Hoshina the most. The way he'd always listen so intrigued at your dumbest thoughts and laugh at the smallest things you said meant more to you than one would probably think.

And if you shared your daily happenings with him, he'd share his with you too. To say you loved these moments would truly be an understatement. Nothing could possibly make you happier.

However, you knew he was like this with everyone. His laugh would always manage to keep the morale of the division up and he'd never miss potential problems in the condition of any of his officers. You knew he was a sweet person, but also the best one could ask for in a vice-captain. You weren't special— he was like this to everyone. You knew better than anyone else.

You couldn't imagine anyone falling for you, let alone the kindest person you'd ever meet in your life. Let alone the person you'd probably love for the rest of your life.

Yet, here you were, alone with him this afternoon working away through paperwork and it was quiet. Eerily quiet. He was the first to break the silence.

“I rather dislike the rain,” he said, looking out the window. “It’s been raining all day.”

You paused to look outside as well. “No, you’re right. I don’t mind the rain, but I hate how dark everything is.”

“Yeah,” he said. More silence.

“Sorry, I’m awkwardly nervous now,” he said, eyes fixed on his work. “I didn’t mean to make things… weird.”

You could tell he probably didn’t want you to, but you couldn’t help but look his way. Your eyes widened and your heart filled. You weren’t afraid to say much, but you were afraid to talk about this. However, you thought you’d be able to if you were talking to him.

“I just… can’t imagine that you’re… in love… with me,” you said, looking down at your paperwork. “Sounds too good to be true. I know... sounds unlike me, right?”

Immediately he looked up at you, shocked to say the least. You could tell he probably wanted to ask why, but he thought for a moment more.

“What… would I be able to do to show that I am?” he asked. “You’re the one I love… you always will be.”

Your eyes widened. “I just… don’t know why,” you said honestly. “Why me?”

“Because I love you,” he said. “I love a whole lot about you, but I love being with you. I enjoy spending time with you and watching you enjoy the life around you. Is that too simple?”

It took you a second to reply, but you felt a lot better. “No, not at all,” you said. “Because I feel exactly the same way.”

“You’re kidding”

“Absolutely not”

“I’m going to kill you if you’re lying,” he said.

That made you laugh. “You know I wouldn’t,” you said, and yes, he knew you wouldn’t.

“Hey, Hoshina,” you said, avoiding eye-contact. “If I get worried… will you tell me again?”

“I’d tell you until you get sick of my voice,” he said while getting up to kiss your forehead. “I love you so much.”

[dasteebeutelchen]

Day 1: Rebel Husbands AU for @codywanweek

AU in which Order 66 happens differently, or they reconcile sooner, and they join the Rebellion bc having the tactical minds of a High Jedi General and his Marshal Commander could probably help

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hi, how you doing, luv? I saw your requests were open so here I am!

I told this idea to a friend and we liked it so much I needed to see it written, and I love how you write Arthur!

I don't usually request/like low honor Arthur but hear me out! Low honor Arthur with a female reader and he's user her as his alibi whenever he goes on a killing spree. But she happily applies, smiling at the officers when she gets questioned like "it ain't him officer. how do I know that, you say? he was with me the whole time🤭" while Arthur quietly cleans the blood splatters off his guns

Samy!! Here it is!! I really hope you'll like it😭 Also, hell yes, what an ask! Loved writing it. Makes me want to write more Low!Honor. And ngggh the best compliment ever telling me you love how I write him I can't

˖✧ Pretty lies

✦ Pairing: Low!Honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader  ✦ Warnings/Tags: Blood (obviously), guns, cursing, canon era speech, ending is suggestive. Therefore, MDNI, please! ✦ Words: 1,8k ✦ a/n: Okay so, this is my first attempt ever at a Low Honnor Arthur. I guess I just made him bolder, extra cocky+extra flirty? Hope it’ll fit! ALSO, as always, English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if anything sounds weird. Please if you notice any mistakes, reach up to me! ✦Credits. First pic is from Reddeadcomfort on Pinterest, gun pic from Pinterest too. Second one from my playthrough; blood stains and dividers by me.

Arthur’s violence wasn’t a secret to anyone. Not to anybody in camp, not to you, certainly not to himself. 

Not even to numerous people at this point, considering the large number of poor fellas who had the bad luck to cross him and ended up beaten to a pulp, covered in bruises, head in a drinking trough, riddled with bullets, or even worse.

But you loved him, no matter what. You knew about his flaws. Knew about his brutal, crude side. But around you, this heated aura was turning into something else entirely. And you liked it.

So, when a panting Arthur had rushed to you on the porch of Strawberry’s hotel, blood covering his entire self, face and hair included, blue eyes shining sapphires in a tide of rubies, you weren’t that surprised. You were even less when he asked you to be his alibi for whatever the Hell he just did, as he had taken the habit of doing lately. Lying for Arthur’s crimes could have looked like an immoral thing to do, but as a member of the gang too, you clearly weren’t a saint either.

And you really were enjoying this little game.

The subtle grin Arthur had every time you would lie in front of the police for him, asserting with absolute conviction you had been together all day. The rosy tone his cheeks, ears and neck were displaying when you felt bolder and added some details in your alibis. Details about fake, steamy nights or afternoons you were supposed to have shared, swearing to the Lord you had the unholiest of times together. Oh, the look he was giving you. Knowing, amused, dreamy and so, so proud and debauched. Lustful, even.

You were sure he was enjoying it too.

“Alright, I’ll cover for you again. But at least go take a bath, I can’t do miracles.” You ordered him, a devilish smile on your face. 

“Thank you, sugar.” Arthur quickly answered, his voice just a low, breathless mumbling, barely letting you distinguish his words.

He quickly entered the hotel and you heard the receptionist gasp from where you were. You chuckled to yourself, imagining his outraged face rapidly losing all its composure under Arthur’s hard gaze piercing through the layer of blood, ordering him to prepare a bath as gently as if he was doing a hold-up.

Poor man must have liquefied on the spot.

You leaned against the patio’s fence and breathed in the fresh late afternoon air of Strawberry, alpenglow golden and rosy on top of the mountains, a peaceful scenery under your eyes. Contrasting with the horror and brutality Arthur must have left in his trail.

He was quick to join you again, looking fresh and neat as if he were a completely normal gentleman. His messy hair and dirty beard long gone, a nice black shirt, shiny boots, and a scout jacket on, probably to match Strawberry people's clothes. 

The only things that hadn't benefited from a change were his eternal Gambler hat and his holster and revolvers, both still painted with blood stains, a red and morbid Appaloosa coat on shiny metal.

“Policemen won’t be too long to arrive. ‘Hid my face but they chased me down all the way from Flatneck Station.” He informed you, voice calmer and shoulders less tensed.

“What the Hell were you doing there?”

“Robbin’ a train.” He replied with a cocky grin, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“More like slaughterin’ a train, uh?”

“Smart mouth.” He retorted, amused by your remark. “Too many of ‘em bastards had irritated me.”

“And how much did you get exactly?”

“Seven hundred.” His smirk widened as he patted his satchel, which was probably full of stolen money.

“Damn, Arthur! All by yourself? You never cease to impress me.”

His eyes wrinkled in a genuine smile, a rare sight. He didn’t add anything, silence enveloping both of you, as often in his company. But you knew he had loved your praise. 

Arthur casually sat on one of the chairs behind you, legs open to be more comfortable, and took his guns out of his holster, as relaxed as if he had sat to draw in his journal.

He knew the Law had absolutely no proof against him, and that you were charming enough to lead them up the garden path as easily as if they were children. 

As he had planned, two terribly worn-out lawmen arrived, clothes soiled and face tired. It looked like they didn’t have the time to take a good bath contrary to your companion, probably interrogating the whole town before arriving here. One of them, the shorter of the two, climbed up the wooden stair treads and spoke.

“Sir, Missus. We’re searching for a dangerous criminal. He has been described by several witnesses as a tall man with broad shoulders, brown hair, blue eyes, and a black leathered hat…” His words slowed down and turned into a whisper at the end of his sentence, lost in the air, as his gaze landed on Arthur. His eyes narrowed realizing he matched the description perfectly.

“Oh, I’m really sorry, officer, we haven’t seen anyone like this…” You said with your most angelic smile, your body turning politely from the fence to face the policeman.

You were now standing right next to Arthur who didn’t look bothered at all. 

All the contrary, he had given a simple salute by nodding his head to the man, the tip of his hat shaking nonchalantly in his direction, and had begun cleaning his guns, blood visible like porcelain dipped in a vibrant red paint.

The officer frowned, clearly not convinced.

“You, where were you-

“Him? He was with me all day officer."

He does not believe you. Yet. You took his arched eyebrow as a personal invitation to give him a good show:

"To tell you the truth, we’re on our honeymoon here, so we took the time to enjoy our day together…”

While speaking, you put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, to emphasize your words, to look convincing. But you would have lied to yourself telling you weren’t appreciating this, fingers caressing his muscles through the thick jacket, traveling innocently to his neck where you brushed the base of his hair, just underneath his hat, pampering him as if he was a cat.

And Arthur? He had the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen on his face. He loved it, the pure audacity of it all, your teasing touch on the back of his head, his own hands busy with his guns, oil and piece of fabric wiping the fresh remnants from his killing spree of a few hours ago, in the most carefree way possible, all of it under the Law’s nose.

A rush of adrenaline spread through him, tingling and warming his body. He tried to fight his own blood from gathering more and more between his legs, but after all, looking all giddy would just make it all more convincing, right?

“But this man really looks like…” The policeman tried to object, before being cut by you once again.

“Officer, I assure you we was here all day…” You asserted, honeyed voice soft to the ears, eyes as innocent as a dove.

“Oh, except for this morning though, we was out. We tried this really special spot, you know? The one in the mountains, where you can bathe in these hot springs… We had a good time there, didn’t we, honey?” You fibbed with perfection, adding even more details to your tapestry of lies.

The hand you had on Arthur slowly pushed his head against your chest, his face ending up cheek against your cleavage. His devilish smirk almost cracked from widening, and the tip of his ears got all red and hot. You could feel it against your skin, both of you relishing in your juvenile, corny lovers play.

Inside, he felt like he was on top of the World right now.

“Yes baby, ‘t was definitely a good time…” Arthur agreed, playful eyes adverting from his revolvers to look at yours from down there, his slightly crooked teeth visible through his gigantic grin.

“A-arlight, I erm…” The lawman coughed, visibly uncomfortable because of your behavior and finally convinced by your pretty little speech. “I’ll leave you to… To "it" then. Good evening Sir, Ma’am.”

He walked back to his colleague who had smoked a cigarette while waiting for him. Arthur and you kept on playing your naive role until both of them were far enough, the last echo of their conversation sounding exceedingly comical into your ears:

“Shit, we lost this asshole…”

 “Told you this couldn’t be him. Who would be stupid enough to strut around right next to the sheriff’s office?”

Yeah, who would be, uh?

You giggled a bit, eyes still locked on the stupid man in question. He hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time, a low chuckle shaking his chest, joining yours.

“This was a close one. You’re getting more and more reckless…” You warned him gently, hand still wrapped around his head.

“But you, on the other hand, are a brilliant actor, darlin’.” He added, his deep voice showing a hint of amusement and mischief. “And you're getting bolder too. A honeymoon, really?”

“The damn bastard wouldn't let it go…” You shrugged with an innocent smile.

It looks like he was comfortable like this because he wasn’t making any effort to pull away from your soft flesh. All the contrary, a sneaky arm curled up around your waist, pushing you onto his lap, his guns and the piece of fabric ending up on top of your thighs.

“Ya know, alibis are fun an’ all but… Maybe we could have a good time for real, sometimes.” He whispered in your ear, big hands handling you gently, one resting on your legs, the other holding your back.

“Yeah? You tired of lying, Arthur?”

“Am tired of doin’ nothin’ while havin’ the most gorgeous woman in town pretendin’ to be my wife…” His thumb slowly strokes your thighs while answering in a low, passionate tone.

This wasn’t just pretty lies anymore. His voice wasn’t joking, it was filled with desire; his hands warm and demanding on your body.

“Mmh… I see… Maybe we could actually book a room here for the night then…” You answered in the same quiet register, betraying your own needs.

One of your hands grabbed his guns, the other the blackened piece of fabric damped with oil, and you finished cleaning up his revolvers for him, fingers delicate and attentive.

His eyes are locked on your hands and their movement, completely hypnotized by them, his ears turning entirely red, this sanguine color spreading less and less subtly on his face and chest too.

You can't help but notice the hardness growing between his legs, pressing under your body. 

And he can't wait for the moment when this won’t be the barrel of his gun you'd be holding and caressing between your hands…

“Sounds pretty good to me, “Missus Morgan”.”

[cubicpeebles]

Their fate is in your hands!

[not-a-mongoose]

Some Buttercup skin designs based off of @applestruda's lovely art!!

Download links are here: Mumbo Grian Scar

[lotus-pear]

akai art for beloved tumblr mutual @itotypes <33 (it's a bsd x atla au btw if anyone wants to check it out.. although i wouldn't recommend it for the weak hearted)

fic name: akai || author: @/itotypes on ao3

[comikadraws]

did I catch you having fun but it's sasuke at danzo

Part 2

[renthony]

Ren's Endless List of Blorbos ⬥ #1

Character: Viren Series: The Dragon Prince (Netflix/Wonderstorm) Actor: Jason Simpson

He's a mage. He's a divorced single father. He gets seduced by a mysterious entity on the other side of a mirror. He's the most bisexual dumbass in existence. Of course I love him.

[majachee]

The gang forced them to wear this.

[skeletalheartattack]

Trick or Treat!

(taping a cd of lego island onto you window)

please please please take him off my hands. i can't sleep at night without him going off about lego island or what kind of pizza i should eat. i can't eat plastic. i keep telling him this. please take him i beg of you.

[werepires]

4F and kermit. i have no agenda here 👀

Doing this thing

[some-zer0]

(Memes aside, this episode's subversion of the 'evil doppleganger' trope was just *chef's kiss*)

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Trying to encourage myself. So here, a song fic that I have never done before. This is a continuation of ““𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮.””

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You suffer the effects of your lost Astartes. Yet, your life isn’t up yet.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Angst, Violence, Blood, War, Wounds.

“Meet You By The Graveyard” by Cleffy

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {“𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮.”} • {𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬}

“I will meet you at the graveyard” A cold wind blows as you sit near your lost, lovers grave. Your eyes looking over the setting horizon with an emotionless expression. Your body still and heavy, simply watching as the tall grass moves with the hills of the planet. The smell of the grass reaching your nose, evading you. Yet, you do not move from your place. Too loyal to leave your lovers side. Too adamant.

“Where you lay down” Your eyes briefly look over to your lovers grave. Slowly tracing your eyes up from the big, mounded dirt and up to the helmet. The helmet on top of the wooden cross unmoving, too heavy for the wind to move as you stare into the unpowered, black visor. “Where you stay now”

“Faced up, cold heart, no longer by my side now” Your heart aches just looking at it, squeezing inside of your chest. Warm tears starting to build up in your eyes as you try and swallow them down. Reminded of the times you had together. Reminded that it won’t happen again. “Wish we were together now”

“I don't know when I will see you” You wish you can just see your beloved physically one more time. That you were able to comfort him in his last moments with your loving embrace rather than the horrors of war. Your throat straining at the thought, trying not to cry.

“I, I will meet you at the graveyard” Your eyes quickly gaze back out to the horizon. The colors of the grey, golden sky turning more of that familiar, comforting, dark blue you have seen again and again. Standing idly by his rotting grave. Unable to look at his grave anymore than a few moments without completely breaking down.

“Where you lay down” You swallow your tears down again, straining your throat at the effort. Overthinking if your lover had been abandoned by his brethren or by his god; left to die where he stood before retrieving him. Your eyebrows furrowing up angry and worried at that thought. “Where you stay now”

“Faced up, cold heart, no longer by my side now” Glancing back at his grave. You wonder if this was the proper burial for him and his kind. Wondering if you should have just set him on fire or let the apothecary’s take him, but you remember them saying they didn’t need to. They planted him on your planet, knowing that you would grieve over their fallen brother.

“Wish we were together now” You blink, your cheek suddenly feeling wet. Your hand quickly coming up to stop the rouge tear from falling any further, wiping it with your fingers. A sniffle coming for you as you tried your hardest not to cry in front of his grave once more. Only wanting to see him physically at least one last time. “I don't know when I will see you”

“You were undecided” You remember his battle however, how his brothers had told you. Being nice enough for their status to inform you of such tragedy and despicable truth. Your eyebrows furrowing up in slight, petty anger now. “Between life and past tense”

“You lost your battle, life was hell” Their words echo through your mind while you wipe another rouge tear from the other side of your cheek. Their whispering voices telling you of his fall. Sacrificing himself for his brothers to continue their mission, and clearly not wanting to come back to you.

“But I was always here, how can't you tell?” ‘Why couldn’t he just come back to you?’ You think bitterly, illogically, driving by your emotions as you know that you were lying to yourself. That you were thinking sickly of the situation, being selfish.

“Oh, I thought we'd be together 'til life was over” You sigh angrily, looking back up to his helmet. Your fingers unable to stop any more of your warm, rouge tears that turned cold on the skin of your cheeks; dropping off of your jawline and on the terra. Your selfish thoughts consuming you, purging you while your fingers gave a twitch. “But you left too soon, now I'm no longer sober”

“My rock, my friend, we always said, we'd live this life, until we made it to the end” You scowl, suddenly stepping forward towards the helmet on the cross, glaring at it, huffing at it. Wanting to just rip the helmet right off the cross like it was at fault with you; to throw it across the plains. Yet, you can’t seem to do such… dishonor. Your hands simply just coming to hold the sides of the helmet, threating to tightly grip at it before you lean in. Touching the helmet with your forehead.

“So why aren't you right here, right next to me? You took your life, like fuck, you left me bleeding” You quietly cry and curse at the helmet, finally letting your tears loose. Your body hiccuping while your nose runs. Angry, frustrated, sad; grieving. Your mind indecisive on what it wants to do. Wether to throw the helmet or to cradle it in your arms. The logical, illogical parts, and even the love for him battling inside of you, making you feel confused; conflicted of what to do. You feel as if you had lost your way; your guidance, yourself to this simple helmet that sticks on top of the engraved cross. Never to be worn again. Never to look at you with life again.

“I will meet you at the graveyard” Your heart hammers in your chest as you see the littering, unmoving dead painting the hills red and a glow of orange below you. Your eyes watching as the enemies ransack your home planet, tearing into your comrades. Your hand twisting your sword once. Waiting for the enemies to cross over into your line of order. A certain dread washing over you. Yet… you can’t help but feel excited for it.

“Where you lay down” Dragging your gaze across the war filled landscape, waiting for the enemies. You ready yourself; preparing to slice and shoot at your enemies. To protect your home planet; to protect his grave. A flash of remembrance going through you. “Where you stay now”

“Faced up, cold heart, no longer by my side now” You remember how they lowered his body into the ground. His wounds patched up by the apothecary’s care. Some limbs missing, unretrievable and unneeded to find and plant with his body. “Wish we were together now”

“I don't know when I will see you” Oh, but you didn’t think so. You wanted all of him to be together. You wanted him to be by your side again, to be alive with you again. Not to be simply put in the ground, but you knew better than to ask for such things from the brethren. It’s would be senseless.

“I, I will meet you at the graveyard” You shake your head, trying to forget about your lover for just a moment, to focus on the battle that ever slowly rises to your position. Bullets whizzing past you and thumping in the ground as the screams of the wounded and enraged call out to the smoke filled sky. You question if that’s how your lover died… listening to the calls of pain and suffering…

“Where you lay down” You didn’t want to think that he had heard such things. Wanting to be more… kind with his death, but you knew such things wasn’t possible. This was a galaxy filled with unimaginable horrors. It was rare to encounter humanity itself, and that was a cold hard reality to realize for some. “Where you stay now”

“Faced up, cold heart, no longer by my side now” You brace as the first wave washes over your line. The sounds of war ringing in yours ears, breath getting heavy as your chest tightens along with your muscles. Your sword thrusting forward as one enemy had gotten stupid close enough to test your skill that your lover has tought you. Their warm blood spewing at you, coating your face as you scowl. Your mind scrabbling to try and focus on one thing. ‘Was this how he felt? When he had fallen?’

“Wish we were together now” Pulling out your sword. You huff, tasting your enemies blood on your lips, unbothered by it. Your eyes searching for your next opponent to show themselves before landing on a figure that seems to cut down through the lines of your comrades with ease. The figure giving you a battle cry as he notices your blank stare towards it.

“I don't know when I will see you” The both of you dash for each other, eager to get each other’s heads, to be stained in the warmth of blood. Either from your own veins or theirs. Their mouth opening up to give out a frustrated huff at you. Annoyed as you were more skilled than what the figure had thought you would be. Both of your armor and skin ripping with cuts and bruises.

“It doesn't make sense to me” Unexpectedly, you find yourself stumbling, grunting out in pain as you grasp at your side. A stay bullet hitting you as you block the figures attack, stepping back into a defensive position. Your thoughts of your lover building up in your mind. Wondering if this is what your lover had felt. To be wounded and still fighting with all his might.

“You're gone, no, I can't believe” You give out your own huff as your own blood seeps through your fingers. Your eyes glaring at your opponent as they back off for a second, looking for a weakness in you. Their gaze flickering to the bleeding wound on your side. A grin rising on their face, but you can’t focus on their psychotic glee. You’re too heartbroken to. You yearn for your lover.

“They say you live inside me, but to me, you're still gone you see” You feel a rush to continue with the battle, growling out as you slash up at the figure first, surprising it. You blade upper cutting them in the face as they cry out, stumbling back. Their hand coming up to grasp at their hanging eyeball. Their optic nerve hanging from their socket as their cornea bleeds by your slash and through their grasp, hissing angrily at you, and you don’t feel any remorse for it. “This can't be real life, you were only like twenty-three”

“I'm asking questions to my God like, "Will we ever meet again?"” Another stray bullet suddenly hits you. Your form stumbling to right yourself as the burning pain digs into your shoulder this time as the figure takes this change to charge you, swiping up at you this time. Dragging its blade across your torso twice.

“Left me in pain” You hiss and cry out in pain at that, stumbling back yourself. Your hands moving from the wound on your bloody side to grasp at your shoulder. You eyes looking down at yourself, observing of how battered you must off looked before looking back up to the figure with a vengeful glare. “Was all our plans in vain?”

“Our memories to make” Feeling another surge of adrenaline rush through you. You push forward again, feeling like someone was pushing you to encourage you into battle. Their hands resting heavily on your shoulders like they were guiding you as you ensue another dueling session with your opponent. “I can see them slowly fading”

“You basically erased me” You begin to feel more heavy, uninterestedly bloodthirsty the more you strike down the figure. Their blade barely being able to block your attacks as they rub on each other and sparking up; burning at your cheek. The figure surprised at such stoicism and boldness to use such heavy attacks that stuns their own. Not expecting such from a human like you. “So how do you expect me to ever be happy?”

“My rock, my friend, we always said, we'd live this life, until we made it to the end” You glower the more this figure blocks your attacks with just barely enough attack time. Pushing them more and more back. Your tongue roughly licking at your teeth inside of your mouth as you can sense this sort of cold sensation press into your back. Pushing you to continue.

“So why aren't you right here, right next to me? You took your life, like fuck you left me bleeding” Finally having the figure pinned to an edge of a cliff. You glare at him and huff, finalizing your attack on this enemy. Your sword thrusting forward at an opening. Puncturing through the figures stomach as they gurgle. Their mouth opening and closing as they spit blood on you while you twisted your sword. Ensuring this would affect them greatly, making them feel the pain before you jerk the sword upwards, gutting them, and letting them fall off the cliff with a sicking crack and splat that shouldn’t have been audible through the sounds of warfare.

“I will meet you at the graveyard” Your back suddenly arches. Your eyes going wide as you choke out your own blood. Your body trying to turn around on the balls of your boots as another string of fire shoots through your nerves.

“Where you lay down” You blink once, your eyes filling with black dots, and the next thing you know you’re stumbling down to the ground at the edge of the cliff, blearily looking out the fires of the horizon, just like you did with your lover. Your sword disregarded at your side. A thump and rustle of grass flatting at your fallen figure. “Where you stay now”

“Faced up, cold heart, no longer by my side now” You wheeze painfully as you just lay there in the grass. Your eyes slowly blinking while the sounds of war just becomes background noise to you. A brush of heavy hands trail gently up your back. A familiar scent surrounding you.

“Wish we were together now” You close your eyes then. Enjoying the familiar scent as he coos in your ear, whispering praises in your ear. Caressing you were you lay, but he also encourages you. Telling you that you are not quite done yet. That you still have some life to give before joining him, and you can’t help but whine woundly at that. More pressure of hands wrapping gently around you. His voice echoing through your mind, encouraging you once again. “I don't know when I will see you”

[cluedoenthusiast]

idea/request for the next autism collection post and can it be Al's limp wrists/autism hands maybe also featuring that AM era interview where he just doesn't know what tf to do w his arms

(you don't have to respond to this it's simply food for thought hehehehe) :D

this one?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

my breadventures arise.... i kneaded to do something crafty but Tasty and there's no butter way to get rolling than with something everyone would loaf! we'll see how this pans out!