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divinecomedienne · 2 years ago

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Help! I'm stuck on a plot point for my The English fic, "A Woman Stands Among the Trees." Anyone up for talking it through?

Here is a preview of the next chapter (after which I am stuck!).

NB: the poster above/in the story is actually from 1872 but shh!

Chapter 6

It was worse than a refusal. It was an insult, a taunt. Had to be. Eli knew it as soon as the Land Office clerk drew a cross on the map and slid it disdainfully across his desk.

“That’s in the Sandhills. Can’t grow nothin’ there,” Eli said. He put the flat of his hand down on the map with a thud and pushed it firmly back in the clerk’s direction. “What else you got? Lookin’ for somethin’ near the Loup.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s all we have left. Take it or leave it,” said the clerk in a bored voice, turning over a page of the newspaper that was balanced on his knee. He was a very young man with a wispy beard that didn’t quite conceal the pimples on his chin. It seemed implausible to Eli that this puny boy—who was doubtless younger than his own eldest son would have been, had he lived—held Eli’s fate in his hands.

“Say the same to a white man, wouldja?” Eli pursued, narrowly restraining himself from snatching away the paper, in which the clerk now seemed to be totally absorbed. “‘Cause as an army veteran, I got jus’ the same right to make a claim.”

“I’d say the same to President Harrison himself as it’s the simple truth. The railroad companies own most of the land in the east of the state. If you want a different plot, you’ll have to buy it from them like everyone else,” said the clerk without looking up. “If they’ll sell to the likes of you, that is. Now clear off before I call the sheriff and have him take you in for harassing a public official.”

Eli’s hands balled into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms. If he’d been on his own he’d have happily pummelled this insolent young ásaakiripahki. But then, if he’d been on his own, this would have been the end of the road, the outcome that he always half-suspected would arrive, leaving him unmoored and adrift with no particular reason to avoid being locked up or worse.

He wasn’t alone though. He looked over his shoulder, out through the open door of the registry office to where Cornelia sat on the porch of the general stores opposite, waiting for him. As if to underline their improbable connection, she had his blanket over her shoulders, clasping it tightly at her neck against the cool October wind. Under the influence of Dr Houlihan’s medicine, her cheeks had more colour in them than he’d ever seen before, the lesions on her hands and chest were scarring over, and she hadn’t had a fever in weeks. He’d always thought—grudgingly, to begin with—that she was beautiful since the moment he’d set eyes on her, but now she was more radiant than ever because, for the first time in years, she had hope and enthusiasm for the future. Their future.

Eli turned back to the clerk and said menacingly, “Gonna go check what you said. If I finds out you been lyin’ to me, I’ll be back.”

The young man rolled his eyes. “By all means.”

Cornelia got up and hurried across the street to meet Eli as he emerged from the office. Neither the way he slammed the door behind him nor the thunderous look on his face boded well. She forgot the care she usually took not to touch him in public and gripped his hands.

“What happened? What did they say?”

“Said there ain’t no fertile land left ‘cause the railroad companies got it all. Lyin’ son-of-a-bitch. Wager the next English who walks through the door’ll get his 160 acres easy enough.”

A thought struck Cornelia. “You know, Eli, he might not actually be lying,” she said as mildly as possible, keen not to enrage him further. “I saw something while I was waiting for you.” She led him back across the street to the general store and pointed to a poster pasted to the wall. “Look.”

In the top portion was a large drawing of a landscape, surrounded by bold white and black text on curling blue banners. Eli could make out the word “Nebraska.”

He shrugged tetchily. “What’s it say?”

“Oh, sorry!” Cornelia blushed. She always forgot. “The large writing says, ‘Millions of acres. Iowa and Nebraska lands for sale on 10 years’ credit by the Burlington and Missouri River Railroad Company.’ And then it gives the conditions and an explanation of how to purchase.”

“Hmph. Even if it’s true, don’t change nothin’ for me. Still can’t get the decent plot of land that’s mine by rights.”

They were starting to attract disapproving looks from passers-by, so Cornelia took Eli’s elbow and led him into an alley at the side of the store. He stood there stiffly, arms folded, glaring into the distance. Cornelia put a gentle hand on his back.

“You know, you could still get your decent plot of land. I could buy it from the railway company. I have the money.”

The taut muscles under her palm relaxed just slightly. “Can’t let you do that. Spend your money on me.”

“Ah, but you see, it’s not my money. It’s my father’s. Gained through war and the exploitation of foreign lands, including this one. Though I’m to blame too, of course. When I was young, I encouraged him to invest in a business venture in America for silly, personal reasons. So, even if I didn’t feel the way I feel about you, I’d still want you to have it as a tiny and wholly inadequate recompense for all the harm perpetuated by men like my father against your people and the world in general.” She paused a moment and then continued: “Added to which, it would make my father furious if he ever found out what I’d spent his money on and why, so there’s a petty part of me that wants to do it for that reason alone.”

Eli looked at her, his frown replaced by the ghost of a smile. “Let me think on it,” he said.

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strikerandoverachiever · 3 years ago

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Chapter 160 Spoilers

Ok, so, spoilers for chapter 160 of Blue Lock are out and they can be found here below:

https://mobile.twitter.com/rayugax101

For starters, I’ll say it like this: NONE OF MY PREDICTIONS CAME TRUE AND I’M NOT BOTHERED BY IT IN THE LEAST.

Why am I not bothered, you may ask & the answer is simple: BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS ALL BACHIRA.

FROM START TO FINISH, IT IS ALL BACHIRA.

FROM THE FIRST PANEL, ON THE FIRST PAGE

TO THE LAST PANEL, OF THE LAST PAGE,

IT IS ALL BACHIRA AND I AM LIVING FOR IT!

(Does this also mean that Kunigami’s flashbacks are going to follow in tandem? This gives me hope they might.)

First of all, I don’t know Japanese, so any understanding of what’s happening in these spoilers comes from either Google Translate or my intuition… aided by Google Translate, so let’s keep that in mind.😅

Now, in the begining, we see Bachira mentioning BPM, “beats per minute”, which, as far as I know, refers to the rate at which the heart beats, so… we’re either going to see some Demon Slayer level movements… or Bachira dance.

Next, we have Bachira vibing with his coach; couldn’t have asked for anything better! 😂👍🏻❤️😂👍🏻❤️😂👍🏻❤️

Another important part is when Lavinho starts talking about, what I presume, is his philosophy.

Now, the translation from Google here seems to be, for the most part, pretty decent, so I’m going to share it will you all:

“Okay kid. No matter who says what, I'm the best in the world. [Inside of me, I have one, the best in the world -this part I am unsure of]. It doesn't belong to anyone. It ’s just my imagination”

Here, you can see something light up inside Bachira and you all know what it is: THE KNOWLEDGE THAT LAVINHO IS TALKING ABOUT THE MONSTER.

On another note, regarding the artwork… SOMEONE, PLEASE, PLEASE COLOUR THIS PANEL!!!

Back to the story, look at Bachira go!😆❤️❤️❤️

Devoting himself to his training, I love that he works hard for what he wants and isn’t afraid to try out everything he can to improve himself:

And this following part, really gets to me, for many different reasons, one of them being because it’s mirroring Isagi’s conversation with Noel Noa from chapter 158, which is something that we often see with Bachira and Isagi and in my pov, this creates an even stronger link between them. And when they’re not mirroring eachother, they have such a strong connection, they think about the same things and see the same sceneries.

They inspire

each other.

BACHIRA: I believed in you, so I won.

ISAGI: I believed in you, Bachira.

BACHIRA: You too, have a monster inside of you, Isagi.

ISAGI: I want to know more about the monster inside of me.

BACHIRA: If it’s just the two of us, I think we might score a goal. Wanna go?

ISAGI: Let’s go!

ISAGI: I didn’t know the ball was going to be there, but I was hoping, so I just ran.

BACHIRA: I saw you, Isagi, that’s why I passed it to you.

ISAGI: My goal?

BACHIRA: That’s right, remember your goal, Isagi.

ISAGI: You can’t change others, so you have to change yourself.

BACHIRA: In this whole wide world, the only one who can rescue me, is myself.

BACHIRA: Both the U-20 Team and this field will fall to the two of us!

ISAGI: Our football can break through even the U-20 Team!

ISAGI: Let’s see what you’ve got, Monster!

BACHIRA: Outta my way, Egoist!

WE EVEN SAW WHAT BOTH OF THEIR DAYS WERE LIKE WHEN THEY RECEIVED THE BLUE LOCK INVITATION.

And now, we have this:

Bachira is asking what he can do to become even better and though the translations are wonkly and incomplete at this part, I get the feeling that Lavinho is telling him to take it to the next stage by using his imagination, which, may sound different from what Noel Noa told Isagi, however, I believe this is not the kind of imagination where one becomes a knight battling dragons, but more of a visualization where one envisions what they must do in order to reach a new evolution.

So, what 2 coaches with apparently different approaches and temperaments are telling their 2 different students, is, at least in my opinion, the same:

THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU CAN DO TO TAKE IT FURTHER AND TAKE IT FURTHER, UNTIL YOU BECOME THE VERY BEST.

(Going off on a bit of a tanget, but if Noel Noa and Lavinho turn out to be the kind of friends that Isagi and Bachira are, then I’m gonna LOSE IT.)

From this point on, Bachira pulls the kind of moves that only he can pull, which I think maybe Isagi is analyzing? I’m not too sure, but anyway, the last panel we arrive at is the one waaaaay above, Bachira VS Kunigami. Unfortunately, I’ve reached the limit of how many images can be inserted in a post, so I can’t post those here, but the link is at the very top, so you can see them if you access it.

Now, all that’s left is to look forward to the next chapter while gushing over Bachir-, I mean, this chapter! (But no, seriously, Bachira!!!)😉😆❤️❤️❤️ Bye! 😄👋🏻

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hanaonesflower · 3 years ago

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Higuruma x fem!reader – coffee shop au – MDNI 18+ ONLY! – not proofread.

published: 4/12/2022

.~+ a/n: i am at chapter 160 for jjk… meaning i stumbled upon this hunk of a man but i couldn’t find any content for him. so this is honestly self indulgence (΄◞ิਊ◟ิ‵)

PART 2 on my AO3!!!

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city life. what you expected.

you loved the new coffee shop you just opened. rather small and dainty, but the rushes help pay the bills so you weren’t complaining. you were able to have a bigger budget after two years of opening so you decided to introduce pastries to the stand and crowd doubled in size. among with crowd was a man you often notice visiting the store at the same time every single day, except for sundays. he was quite tall, always looking dapper in a suit, black slicked back hair and very tired eyes.

since the shop was small, you and two other employees often were the only ones manning the store, so it didn’t take long before he noticed you, too. you could remember his order by heart; iced americano with an extra shot, no sweeter and a plain bagel with blueberry cream cheese spread for Higuruma. it pleased you and the other employees that he was a frequent tipper, always more than the recommended amount displayed on the POS.

you soon found out Higuruma was a talented and renowned attorney at a firm not too far away from your shop. apparently he was a partner. you heard it from the whispers on the streets.

then you started to notice that he came in on a sunday. he wasn’t in his usual professional wear. that sunday, Higuruma opted for a navy blue polo, with khaki pants and a pair of aviator sunglasses sitting atop his head. you could see the outline of his muscular arms given away by the shortness of his sleeves. sundays were usually slow, especially as time was moving closer to closing. you sent your employees home early, promising to still pay them until actual closing hours. they gave you a grateful smile before jogging out of the store.

“i’m assuming you’re the owner?”

“you would be right.”

“iced americano please, no extra shot. just how it is.” he said, leaning against the counter and twirling his glasses in his hand.

“i hate to be a mood killer but it is 8pm, i don’t think coffee would be your best friend when you try to sleep tonight.”

“i think i’ll manage, sweetheart.” it wasn’t a smile, but you assured yourself it was more than a smirk.

9pm rolled around you switched off the open sign before locking the front door.

“it locks only one way, so when you leave, go ‘head and push it out.” turning away from Higuruma and back to the pastries shelf. you noticed that it wasn’t a good sale day for the sweets so you decided to pack it all up for your younger sisters at home.

“miss?”

“yes?”

“what’s your name?”

“y/n.” he nodded.

“aren’t you going to ask me for mine?”

“i didn’t think i need to, since i was the one who wrote your name on that cup.”

he chuckled and stood up from his seat.

“how about we get out of here?”

“you sure can, sir. but i have to do some accounting work before i can actually leave. you see, the shop closes at 9pm and opens at 8am, i usually don’t leave until 11 or midnight.”

“where do you usually do that, sweetheart?”

“my office upstairs.”

he then took your hand and led you to this upstairs office you had mentioned like he owned the place. his pace was brisk, almost running speed until you reached said office. you felt a shove before the lights illuminated the room, then the door clicked behind you.

a pair of sensual hands traced up your waist, towards your breasts but stopped right beneath it. there he whispered:

“don’t say you haven’t thought about this, too.”

there was no denying it. you did. you noticed that as time went by, he went from being a valued customer to someone making your legs rub together whenever he walked in. his voice was deep and monotone. and his body language was alluring, seductive almost. whether he knew it or not.

he spun you around by your waist and latched his lips onto yours and relished how soft and luscious they were. first it started out slow, until he became impatient. Higuruma couldn’t help but dig his tongue into your mouth and lapped all that goodness in between your soft flesh. subconsciously, yours moved in synch with his, hungry for his next move, his next plan. your arms shot up and tangled in Higuruma’s hair and he moaned in your mouth. something that made your cunt throb with excitement and pleasure.

“look at what you’re doing to me, baby.” he grabbed your wrist and guided your palm to the bulge of his dick. he helped you rub your hand up and down his tent before he plopped on your desk.

legs around his torso, you pulled him closer until the only barriers between the two of were your clothes. Higuruma pulled your shirt off and pinched your hardened nipples before taking one in his mouth, his tongue darting in all directions, sending absolute euphoria all over your neurons. his other hand kneaded your other needy tit. you moaned and groaned. you stopped for a second to question yourself about why you were allowing a stranger to take you right then and there on your desk. but then you decided, to hell with a proper upbringing. you haven’t had this kind of physical attention in years, you deserve to indulge.

he kissed you again, this time more sloppy and quick. unbuttoning the buttons on your jeans in haste and swiftly rolling them down to your ankles.

“i knew i was right to peg you as a thong girl.” his middle and ring fingers traced along the laces of your red thong. they hooked under the thin piece of fabric and tugged it aside. the next sensation was something you missed for years, a wet tongue on your cunt. Higuruma had you locked by the knees with his hand and he went to town eating you out. slurping and squelching noises could be heard from down the hall and all you could do was sit there and take it. he flattened his tongue and licked a long striped from your ass to your clit and sucked at the swollen nub.

“you taste so goddamn sweet, pretty girl.” he stopped for a second to compliment you before diving his head back into your throbbing heat. it was clear that he was doing this for his own amusement, so you got even more wet.

pressure was building up in your stomach, a fire was brewing. your hands became frantic, you tried to latch onto anything around to keep balance, hold yourself in place. but it was too late and you almost tumbled off the desk. a pair of large hands caught you and hoisted to back up on the surface.

“good thing you came on my face, sweet thing, as you should.”

he stood up, the brightness reveal the moist slick dripping down his chin. you were too embarrassed to stare for long, embarrassed of being a squirter, that is.

“aw, is someone shy? don’t worry, that was hot, maybe you can do that again later? for me.” Higuruma said as he unbuttoned the khaki pants that hugged him in all the right places. everything about him felt impulsive, and you couldn’t even fathom the carnal desires you had blooming in your throat when he slid his thick girth in your gummy walls.

your mouth flew open and he spat a fat glob of saliva down your hatch. his pace quickened and eventually morphed into something almost animalistic. Higuruma grunted and panted into your chest as it rose and fell to your hectic breathing.

“do you know how you were able to get this unit for your cafe. pretty angel? well, let me indulge you. i bought this building and you are first tenant. when you signed the lease i couldn’t help myself.” you felt every atom of your existence disintegrate under his touch. your pussy stretched beyond belief and he didn’t show any sign of stopping.

“so, you better show some respect and be grateful that your rent is half of what other people are paying.” the tip of cock violent thrash against your cervix, you writhed under him, hands on his chest and your face twisted due the amount of ecstasy flowing through you it should be illicit.

“w-wait, i’m close, i-i’m cumming, slow down.” you pleaded but your words fell in deaf ears when he only grinned and picked up the pace. you let out a final yelp before creaming all over his cock. he trailed behind not so long after and you felt Higuruma’s warm seed filling your gummy walls up.

“i accept your thanks. same time next week?”

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fyeahbachisagi · 2 years ago

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New BachiSagi side blog!

@lizzieonka here! I'm new to the Blue Lock fandom, but I've gone absolutely crazy over Bachira and the BachiSagi ship. Just caught up to the manga, and I'm now craving more content. I'm not seeing that much BachiSagi content here on Tumblr though, so I thought of just making a separate side blog for it.

My first mission is to post all BachiSagi moments from both anime and manga. I've already saved lots of images up to chapter 160 and will be adding them to the queue soon. And since the manga's involved, the blog won't be spoiler-free. Spoilers will be tagged appropriately, though.

I'll also be posting some mini metas and commentaries on the ship, so if you're interested in those, just follow me~

I'd appreciate it as well if you'd reblog this post and make the ship even more popular ♥

[image above is from this video]

#blue lock #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #bachisagi #meguru bachira #blue lock manga #blue lock anime #ブルーロック #blue lock meta #bachisagi meta #yoichi isagi #anime #fysportsanime #manga #miyamiwu.src #bllk

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yandere-wishes · 4 years ago

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💔Rotten Love💔 //Twisted Wonderland Yandere Idia Shroud X Yandere Eliza X Reader// Part 1

GIF made by the amazing @flowerofthemoonworld. Okay, so this story is really going to have a Persephone x Reader x Hades vibe to it. If we can get this to 160 likes before July 12 than I’ll release part 2. For now, my goal is to make it a 4 part story with a bonus 5th fluff chapter. Also for this story reader will be GENDER NEUTRAL.

WARNING: Gore, Angst

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There was always a cold, nostalgic air in the Ignihyde dormitory, a sort of homey sensation that made Eliza's heart skip a beat. Sure the dorm was quiet and secluded, unlike the ghost kingdom, there was barely anyone to talk to. Most may have even described it as "lonesome" and "boring". But to princess Eliza who had waited more than five hundred years to be with her prince charming, it was unadulterated, homespun bliss. Of course, there was still something missing, a tiny puzzle piece that refused to fit in with the rest of its kind, a stubborn little piece it was, yet all too important to paint the picture of her perfect life. That mulish fragment came in the form of her newly wedded husband, Idia Shroud.

"Idia~"

The "young" princess sang as she skipped over to where her "husband" was sitting, his posture crooked, like that of a scrunched up cat's. His long slender fingers where typing rapidly on that bizarre rectangular device that he all too attached to. Way too attached to, for Eliza's liking.

Eliza nuzzled her visage into the crook of the bleached-skinned boy's neck, taking in his smokey, ash-like sent. Her icy colored arms wafted over his shoulders, enclosing them his a tight embrace. Her fingers dangled over where his heart was, feeling tiny fast-paced pulses that sent a pleased blush to her face. "Idia let's go for a walk near that river. Please, my love! You haven't left this room since the reception!"

The taller male barely turned to look at her, preferring to instead to keep his eyes locked on his glowing blue screen. "Still busy Eliza" his cold dead voice was always so sharp and monotone whenever he spoke to her. It felt like someone was reaching into her rib cage and squeezing her decaying heart. Her voice cracked into a thousand tiny shards, as she tried to form a comprehensible answer. He might as well have told her to die again and rot in the deepest parts of hell. He doesn't love me....he'll never love me. The relation was like a heavy chronic toxic gas levitating overhead. Easy to overlook but still there, always there. Idia didn't move, if Eliza's arms weren't wrapped around his shoulders feeling every breath he took, she might have mistaken him for a statue. No, not a statue, she thought, some sort of sculpture of an ancient Greek God. A divine being set in stone resting in an altar, waiting for reparations and benedictions. 'I'd gladly pray at your feet every day. I'd sacrifice everything I had just for you to smile that charming smile at me'. The ghost thought to herself.

For an endless minute, the darkroom fell into a thick, suffocating silence. Neither Eliza nor Idia moved both too scared of breaking some invisible glass wall they had put up around them. However, no amount of serenity could dispose of the awkwardness, and annoyance Idia was beginning to feel. "You know" the lord of the dead began "maybe you should talk to the principle about join the school full time. It would give you more to do than breathing over my shoulder" despite Idia's tone harboring no malice, Eliza still flinched in shock. Her body going rigid, stiffening as if she was going into Rigor Mortis again.

HE DOESN'T WANT YOU HERE!

The voice in her head screamed,

HE HATES YOU!

Louder...

WHY CANT YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE

"Please stop" she whispered

YOU DON’T DESERVE YOUR PRINCE!

"If that's what you want" she finally replied in a broken voice.

"I'm... I'm only saying it for your sake," he muttered in a coaxing tone.

Deep down a delusional part of her wanted to scream that he was only saying all those harsh things for her own well-being. But she was still lucid enough to not believe those fallacies, imaginary words...Eliza perceived that her beloved prince Idia saw her as nothing more than a nuisance. One that he was far too eager to get rid of.

She couldn't bear the conversation any farther. Painfully slowly she peeled her arms off from around her so-called lover. In that taunting minute, Eliza swore she could feel billions upon billions of sharp needles piercing every piece of her dead body. She lingered in place staring at Idia's glowing, blazing hair. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to spend every second of her dead life with him! Touching him, kissing him, loving him! But he wouldn't love her! Why didn't he love her!! Without a customary goodbye or any form of acknowledgment, Eliza flew to the door. Swinging it open just a crack, wishing to slam it so hard that the whole underworld dorm would feel it. But alas she was still royalty and there was a politeness beaten into her every action. In the end after much debating, she closed the damn door quieter than a mouse. With a broken heart and eyes full of tears, princess Eliza began to hover up onto the surface of the school grounds.

WHY DOESN'T THAT SELFISH BASTARD LOVE ME!

A simple blaring thought that reverberated through Eliza's nonexistent skull as she marched through the glowing green halls of Night Raven College. Unlike Ignihyde, the rest of the school still felt rather alien and terrifying to the girl. She'd only been in the cafeteria for a short amount of time. Only to finish up her official marriage to Idia. After the marriage -and much persuasion from his friend with grey hair and glasses- Idia had carried Eliza in the traditional manner a groom must carry a bride, to the hall of mirrors and straight to Ignyhde. Neither of them had left Idia's room since then.

It was a rather short memory but one that always placed a smile on Eliza's face. Rather than remembering the halls, Eliza had been all too bewitched by Idia's shy golden gaze, his bloody red face, and his kissable thin blue lips. Such a darling memory that she would always cherish within her rotten heart.

But as the minutes ticked away and Eliza passed hallway after hallway all identical to one another, she soon began to wish that she'd paid more attention to the whereabouts of the school's rooms and offices. The headmaster's office seemed to be missing from this endless maze. Behind every corner was the same tiled floor, candles lit by a mystical green light and windows so large they put the countless classroom doors to shame. Every few minutes a crowd of students would pass by, disappearing behind another wall withing second. No one noticed her, which was rather odd considering she was the only female in an all-boys school, her purple dress and feminine curves were proof enough of that. "I guess this is the result of being a ghost, wandering the land of the living" She whispered hopelessly to herself. "You're invisible when you're me..."

The eighth turn that Eliza took brought her to a small cluster of peculiar students. Some donning ears and tails like those of wild beasts, while the other had odd features resembling Ortho's limps. Metallic and reflective. They were laughing at something, attentions enclosed within their small groups. A measly thought flew into Eliza's head, why not speak up? Raise your voice and ask where she could locate the headmaster of this complex establishment.

"Excuse me."

“....”

Silence

None of the boys turned to her, they just continued with there chatter. Eliza opened her mouth to speak once more when she -rather unwillingly- picked up stray words from their conversation.

"It's not fair!" A tall lanky one with striped ears and tail whined

"Yeah! How come that useless shut-in gets to get married to a cute girl !" the second one was even taller, with thick furry grey ears that reminded Eliza of a wolf.

"Look man I don't know what Idia has that makes him so damn lucky! He's a useless wimp..." A Bold statement made by the one with metallic features.

Eliza was sure they continued bashing Idia but the phantom pain of blood coursing through her ears droned them out. How dare such hooligans speak ill of her beloved husband! Her fingers flexed in a robotic-like movement, stretching open than closing once more. Around her tiny flame-like spirits began to materialize, cute and cheery with big eyes and smiling mouths...until they noticed the distress of their mistress. the tiny things took a look around, grasping the situation from the loud words of the boys as well as Eliza's grim expression. Slowly the little flames began to merge with one another. Fusing into a large ax with a burning end. The weapon floated down to her hand, positioning itself smugly between her ghostly digits.

Eliza's eyes locked with the backs of the boys, she didn't know how this would work, could the ax could even harm the living? It may just phase through them as if nothing had happened....or it may price through there flesh and bones, tearing them in two. Hosting the ax up over her shoulder with both hands and taking a shaky step forward, Eliza lunged towards the first boy. In a swift flick of her wrist, the blade of the ax was pushing through the Ignihyde student's back. Splitting ceaselessly at the skin and urging past muscles until it reached the creamy colored bones. Eliza didn't stop there, her arms still pushing forward trying to get the heavy ax to break those pesky osseins. He had to pay for what he said! No one was permitted to speak ill of her one true love! A satisfying crack filled the air followed by a choir of screams. Only when the ax had finally resurfaced on the other side, covered in plasma and the remnants of organs, did Eliza turned her attention to the other two students. There eyes where enormous staring at her in disgust and fear...and something else. Something that -although it revolted her to her very core- she wished Idia would look at her with that same look in his eyes. A look of want, a look of need, pure lust, yet the welcoming sort ONLY if it was coming from the person you adored so much.

The blue-haired ghost didn't move, her semi existent body felt overworked. Everything hurt! Or at least she thought what she was feeling was the ghost equivalent to human pain. "Why.." her voice glitched at every syllable, like a broken cassette player. The two boys didn't answer instead taking shall strides backward. "WHY DID YOU SAY SUCH AWFUL THINGS ABOUT HIM!" in a split second, anger over ran Eliza's boy once more, dragging her and the ax forward until the blade came in contact with one of the animal eared men's neck. Slicing it so it flung backward, crashing onto the ground with loud "thud" then rolling around in its own gore. The last man stand, the one with monochrome ears pushed his palms forward, a pathetic attempt of shielding himself from her wrath. "W-we..we d-d-did...didn't-t mean...mean any..offense...honest!" His voice creaked as tears gushed from the corners of his eyes. "You're...you're just so...so...pretty...beautiful even...and...and...Shroud well...we...well, he's a loser who w-w-wouldn't kno--" his words were left half-finished, as Eiza's ax severed through him diagonally.

Her heart was pounding much too fast, that it was beginning to make her feel sick. Her legs finally gave up, sending her crashing onto the blood coated floor. Her bare knees dug into the red liquidy substance, finding an odd comfort in the warm human ichor. Eliza didn't know what to do, or even where to go. If she went back to Idia like this he would surely use it against her, Ortho was too young to be introduced to such a carnage...and she didn't know anyone else! "I'm all so very doomed" she sobbed as transparent tears trailed down her eyes.

"Hey" A distant voice spoke up. "What's wrong with her?" another voice, this one more high pitch and raspy. Eliza tore her face from her hands looking up at a group of three strangers and a cat...no, not strangers, she recognized the orange and blacked haired boy. They both had tried to crash her wedding. But the other person was new, they had a gentle look in their eyes, a welcoming stare that the princess longed for. "Hey ghost bride," The orange-haired boy spoke up, "need some help with your mess?" Eliza nodded meekly. Her body still limp and voice still too frail to speak. The last person, the one that had unexpectedly piqued Eliza's interest extended a hand towards her. And with only a scrap of hesitation, Eliza gripped it.

"Come on, we'll help you out!"

💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙 👻💙

Tags: @yandere-romanticaa @ghostiebabey @lovee-infected @mermaid-painter @firemelody4 also tagging @twstpasta and @delusional-obsessions cause I know they're huge Eliza fans.

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a-square-minus-one · 4 years ago

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Honey 3

Author’s Note: The ideas I have for this story are starting to become a little difficult to actualize in a series of one shots so now my story will be a series of interconnected one shots and multi-chapter arcs that lead to Garfield and Raven falling in love. This chapter will be a part of an arc.

You can read Honey 2 here.

When Raven walks into the kitchen to make herself some chai tea she is surprised to see that it is near noon. She woke up early, even earlier than usual. 4am early in fact. When she sat up in her bed, her body felt taut. She was hyper aware of how the ends of her hair were tickling her shoulders. Something had felt threatening about the pitch black darkness of her room. When she left it felt like something was trailing behind her, waiting to grab at her ankles. For the first time since she came to Titan’s Tower, she felt as if she couldn’t have gotten out of her room fast enough. It was only the feel of the morning sunlight on her skin that had soothed her paranoia but the tension in her shoulders was still there.

Raven absently places a tea bag into the hot water in her mug as she questions what could have set her body off. They hadn’t watched any scary movies lately. Sometimes her body feels heavy after healing but she hadn’t been seriously injured in any of the battles they’ve had recently. Aside from last night, she was getting her regular eight hours of sleep. You’re not tired. Raven says to herself, putting the mug to her lips.

She hears someone clear their throat. She shakes the thoughts out of her head and looks at Cyborg who is twirling a whisk enthusiastically and smiling at her in an uncharacteristically goofy manner. He has a chef’s hat on. She raises her eyebrow in question.

“Um?” she asks. When Cyborg doesn’t say anything she speaks again. “Cooking something?”

“Not me,” Cyborg says and suddenly he pulls a dark blue apron from underneath the counter. Raven’s afraid her face is going to freeze with her eyebrow in her hairline. “You’re going to learn how to make waffles.”

“Cybo-” she begins but pauses when she feels his excitement seeping into her bones. “It’s noon,” she says, in a feeble attempt to do this another day.

“Is noon too late for breakfast BB?” Cyborg asks Changeling who she realizes was sitting on the couch in pajama bottoms since she walked in. Changeling doesn’t look up from his game.

“It’s never the wrong time to eat breakfast. The real question though is if it’s ever the right time to eat waffles Raven makes,” Garfield says, facing his video game but peeking towards Raven to catch her reaction. Raven unplugs his console with her powers and snatches the apron from Cyborg.

“Hey!” Garfield grumbles half heartedly, looking as Raven ties the apron around her small waist tightly. “Well I’m clearly going to have to teach you how to make vegan waffles too.”

“Why would I need to learn that?” Raven asked, looking disinterestedly at Garfield over the edge of the recipe Cyborg had given her to skim.

“Aren’t you the one who loves learning new things?” Garfield teases, flicking some flour at her. Raven glares at him, wiping her face with a napkin.

“You’re going to need to put on a shirt,” Raven says, reaching for the flour. Cyborg shakes his head at her and takes the bowl out of her hands.

“Why? Distracting?” Garfield asks, flexing the muscles in his arm. Her eyes linger on his arm. He feels his face heat up.

“It’s either that or a hair net for your chest,” Raven says flatly. Garfield sticks his tongue out at her.

“Women love the chest hair,” Garfield says, running his fingers over his chest. Raven takes another sip from her tea.

“Just like they love the ears?” Raven teases, smirking over the rim of her mug. Garfield wiggles his eyebrows, puts his arms out in front of him and shrugs.

“What can I say? I’m delectable all over.” Raven puts a hand to her ear theatrically.

“You said something about being detestable?” Garfield rolls his eyes and for lack of any retort he dips his fingers in the flour bowl and flicks it at her again.

“Hey, get your germy paws out of my flour bowl!” Cyborg says, holding the flour bowl protectively to his chest.

…

An hour later, Raven is trying not to look too proud as she stands over her own waffles. They’re a little browner than waffles should be but they don’t look alive which is more than she can say for the pancakes she made for the team on her sixteenth birthday. Sometime after the trio started mixing the dry ingredients, Starfire and Nightwing had walked into the kitchen and started helping them cut up some fruit and chocolate for toppings. She almost forgets the nervous thrumming in her body.

Until they’re showered in the red light of the tower’s alarm system.

Nightwing’s lax smile immediately straightens out like a flat sheet of paper as his fingers dance over the large touchscreen in the middle of their common room.

“Reports are of an unidentified being downtown. Definitely not human. Large enough to knock down the abandoned building on 44th street. Three injured and one in critical condition. The attack is coming from the sky so we are dealing with an aerial being. It’s causing fires. Star, you’ll have to be in the forefront. Titans go!”

And together they dash out into the sky. The first thing Raven feels when they are near the scene is a wall of heat. Her eyes water at the thickness of the smoke. Nightwing gives out directions as they fly closer.

“Raven, Changeling, I’m going to need you two to put out the fires. Cyborg try to contain the battle to a three block perimeter. Star, you and I are going to try to take this thing down. Raven, Changeling, try to join us as soon as you can. We don’t know what we’re up against.”

Changeling transforms into an elephant before his feet even touch the ground, going straight to the nearest fire hydrant. Raven blocks out the fire’s sources of oxygen. They get ninety percent of the fire put out before Garfield changes back into human form and sways. He coughs heavily into his arm. He isn’t able to wear the protective masks that Cyborg designed for them when he switches to animal form. Raven looks as the fire department rolls in and flies down to Changeling.

“We’re getting out of here,” she says, putting her arm around him. “They can handle the rest.”

Changeling can’t stop coughing long enough to agree. Raven finds a roof at a reasonable distance from the fire but within the three block radius. The minute her energy dissolves Garfield falls to the ground in a coughing fit. She moves quickly to heal him but he raises an arm.

“I’ll be-” he coughs. “Fine.”

Raven debates whether she should leave Garfield here and join Nightwing and Starfire but she’s afraid he is not assessing his injuries accurately. He lays down on the roof and closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

“Alright this guy’s gotta go. He’s already working his way up to my least favorite villains list,” Garfield says, getting on his feet and swaying a little.

“Garfield, maybe you should stay here.”

“I heal fast Rae, I’ll be-” he coughs, sticking his finger up when he sees she’s about to protest. “Fine Raven. I’ll be fine.”

“You heal faster Garfield. Faster than Nightwing and Cyborg. But you don’t heal fast.”

“Fine, I’ll let you heal me halfway,” Garfield says, shrugging.

“Fine?” Raven growls when she puts her hand on his chest and realizes how much smoke he’s inhaled. She does her best to glare at him without breaking her concentration.

“But am I dead?” Changeling jokes. Raven wonders if she should stop healing him and just strangle him now. In five minutes he’s breathing a little more normally but Raven doesn’t even try to move her hand. Garfield grabs her wrist immediately interrupting her concentration.

“We agreed on half way.”

“You’ll need your energy.”

“So will you. Now let’s go, the team needs us, ” Gar says, shapeshifting into a bird before Raven can stop him.

…

In the past Raven has struggled to discern between her general cynicism and her intuition. But as she approaches the battle all the nervous energy in her consolidates into a certainty that something is not right. She is lost in the clarity of that feeling when she feels fireworks of pain explode at her side as a force rams into her. Her power shoots out blindly in defense but she can’t get a clear image of what she’s up against as they plummet to the ground. She is smacked against the floor with surprising restraint. Raven immediately attempts to gather her wits long enough so that she can phase through the floor until she hears it.

“Hello my sweet Raven,” the voice sounds saccharine as it practically sings into Raven’s face. She’s frozen.

“Malchior? That’s impossible,” she mumbles, the curse she put on him ringing over and over in her mind. It was a solid curse. He was trapped in a book. In her room. If he was out that could only mean... Raven feels heat bubble up in her stomach and shoot up her throat. She was going to be sick.

Someone had been in her room.

“Surely you can understand that there are things beyond your understanding. Just remember all of the things I taught you,” he says. His red eyes look as if they are twinkling as a huge claw runs down the side of her cheek. Raven moves her face away instantly. Malchior tightens his hold on her waist. Raven tries frantically to conjure up any of her power.

“Or do you only like to remember the things we did in this form.”

And suddenly Raven feels his heavyweight transform into something more supportable. He was back in the form he originally took when he toyed with her six years ago.

“How did you-” Raven struggles against the grip he’s placed on her wrists and legs. Surely she can bring up enough energy to displace a man who weighs 160 pounds.

“Did you tell your friends about everything we did locked in your room? In the dark of night,” Malchior leers, voice dripping with honey. He grips her wrists with one hand as the other inches up the curve of her ribs. Her eyes darken.

“Get the fuck off of me,” she says and propels him into the air just in time for Changeling to ram into his side as a rhinoceros.

“Friend Raven!” Starfire says as she zooms over to her friend and helps her to her feet.

“How did he get out of the book?” Nightwing asks when he lands next to Starfire.

“I don’t know,” Raven mumbles, looking with wide eyes as Garfield engages with the dragon in dinosaur form.

“How will we get him back in?” Starfire says, her arm protectively wrapped around Raven’s waist. Raven also doesn’t know the answer to that. She’s afraid whatever answer she gives will come out of her mouth with the mug of tea she had for breakfast.

So she doesn’t say anything.

#bbrae #bbraefanfic

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bookiemonsterph · 4 years ago

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The Cruel Prince

Synopsis:

Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. They will live forever. And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe. Jude was seven years old when her parents were murdered and she and her two sisters were stolen away to live in the treacherous High Court of Faerie. Ten years later, Jude wants nothing more than to belong there, despite her mortality. But many of the fey despise humans. Especially Prince Cardan, the youngest and wickedest son of the High King. To win a place at the Court, she must defy him—and face the consequences. In doing so, she becomes embroiled in palace intrigues and deceptions, discovering her own capacity for bloodshed. But as civil war threatens to drown the Courts of Faerie in violence, Jude will need to risk her life in a dangerous alliance to save her sisters, and Faerie itself.

Title: The Cruel Prince Series: The Folk Of The Air Author: Holly Black ISBN: 031631031X (ISBN13: 9780316310314) Pages: 416 pages (Paperback) Published: December 4th 2018 by Little, Brown Books for Young Readers (first published January 2nd 2018) Characters: Madoc, Taryn Duarte, Jude Duarte, Cardan Greenbriar, Vivienne Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance, Paranormal, Magic

Honestly, I do not know how or where the hell I should begin. This book is a whirlwind of emotions and I think we should all applause Holly Black for doing the thing she did with this novel. Alright, I got to calm down and run through the tortuous thoughts in my head because this novel messed me up in the best way possible.

The writing style in this novel is extremely alluring. The author weaves sentences together like she is embroidering a dress and after she finishes, she proceeds to refine and embellish the details on every inch of it. Each sentence never fails to impress me with the author’s skillful writing style. She uses vast vocabularies which I really enjoy reading and discovering and I cannot wait for more of her delicious writing style to enter the depths of my brain.

The prologue of this novel is absolute gold. Ugh, that sounds kind of terrible because Jude’s (the protagonist) parents are literally murdered in the prologue [not a spoiler, it is in the synopsis] but I really enjoyed it. It kept me on the edge of my seat with my heart thumping fast and hard in my chest as if it was also trying to find out what was coming next as well. Then we have the first 160 pages which I thought was sensationally crafted and for your information, the political intrigue and the power shift happen later in the book but the first 160 pages will keep you piss off enough to make you fly through the pages due to the bullying the protagonist has to endure in Faerie.

The politics and power shifts are, for lack of a better word, mind-blowing. The amount of scheming, lying, twisted words and betrayal are balanced meticulously on the scale. Holly Black really knows how to create multiple plot twists that you will not see coming and I swear, a few of the chapters in this novel mystified me to the point where it got my lips carving a big O on my face, in other words, my jaw dropped. Some of the plot twists end in violence and some don’t but overall, they are still fucking amazing and I cannot stress that enough.

The characters in this novel involve Jude; Taryn who is Jude’s twin sister; Vivienne who is Jude’s older sister; Madoc who is the murderer of Jude’s parents; Oriana who is married to Madoc; Oak who is Jude’s younger brother but not blood-related in any way; Cardan who is the prince of Faerie and also happens to be a jackass for bullying people who are weaker than him; Locke who is… erm he can drown in a lake and I would say thank you; Valerian who also happens to be a jackass like Cardan and; Nicasia who is Queen Orlargh heir and she is disgusting. These are the central characters and of course, there are more characters in this novel but I do not want to spoil the story by naming the others so I am going to leave it at that.

The characters are so well constructed that you find yourself rooting for some of them and also, you will often find yourself wanting, desperately, to drown them personally in the river with your bare hands. Well, among all these characters, I would like to say that Jude has the most character development throughout the entirety of the novel because she is the one narrating the story but not only that, I thought her growth was gradual as she realizes her mistakes, takes guidance from other people and learns from it. Compare to the beginning of the novel where she does not, she clearly does take other people’s suggestions into account in the end.

For people who have not read a lot of Faerie books, you definitely need to know the basic knowledge of the folklore to understand the world a little better. I went into the novel with the mistake of not knowing anything about the folklore but I searched it up along the way so I can still kind of grasp the delicate line of knowledge of the world. Other than that, I thought the culture, the food and the social etiquette were very well formulated.

However, I do have a scarce amount of complaints. Let’s inaugurate this section of the review with the ‘romance’. The romance, if you could call it that, feels really forced. It happens out of the blue and there is not any build-up to it. The romance section took me out of the story but luckily, it is quickly replaced by other plot points.

Moving on, we have some character decisions that I could not comprehend. For example, Jude says ‘My father’ as in Madoc and not her biological father in the previous page and in the next page, a character says ‘your father’ and she quickly counteracts and says ‘He is not my father’… like dude, make up your mind. Sometimes, she makes a decision and it is not addressed ever again.

Therefore, my final verdict for this novel will be a solid 85%. Time to force every single one of you to read this novel and drown in the sea of emotions with me. Please read it, thank you very much.

#the folk of the air #the cruel prince #holly black

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eeraygun · 4 years ago

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reallyrainytiger · 5 years ago

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Maya & Alexa, Chapter 2

“So, is it just feeling hearts that excites you?” Alexa asked. Maya let out a nervous chuckle as she brushed her hair behind her ear. The girls were sitting on the edge of Maya’s bed, TV playing mindlessly in the background.

“I …umm…well I like the way they sound, too” Maya replied. For some reason she got that same feeling that Alexa would jump up and bolt out the door. But to Maya’s surprise she just flashed a bashful smile.

“So like…have you ever done it? Like listened to someone else’s heart?” Maya shook her head.

“Well, you’re the first person I’ve ever told, so I’ve never gotten the chance. I listen to my own every now and again, but never anyone else’s.” Alexa tilted her head.

“How —” The second the word escaped her lips she figured it out. Maya nervously bit her lip before walking over to her closet. She slid the door open, reaching up to the top shelf and straining to reach all the way to the back. When she turned back around, she had a light blue-tubed stethoscope in her hands. It was a nice one too — like one you’d expect a doctor to have. Alexa didn’t quite know how to react.

“Well…” she began, a momentary pause following, “…I guess there’s only one thing to do now, isn’t there?” Maya’s heart started to pound. Was this really happening right now? Surely she was dreaming. Alexa sat there in her crimson tank top, ample access to her beautiful chest.

“Are you sure?” Maya asked, unable to hide the slight smile from her face. Alexa nodded, taking her right index finger and tapping the top of her left breast. Maya closed her eyes as she put the earpieces in. This was actually happening right now. She took the diaphragm and placed it gently on Alexa’s chest, causing Alexa to exhale slowly.

It sounded amazing. The soft thump-thump of Alexa’s heart filled Maya’s ears. It picked up speed a bit when Maya looked up. Alexa was looking right at her with a wide grin — was she enjoying this? Oh my God — she was.

“How does it sound?” she asked. Maya took the earpieces out.

“It sounds…wonderful.” Alexa bit her bottom lip.

“Can I…I mean, only if it’s okay. I get it if you don’t want—” As surprised as she was, Maya understood right away and didn’t even hesitate. She handed the stethoscope to Alexa, who fumbled with it for a second figuring out which way to put it in. Luckily Maya was in a tank-top as well. Just before the stethoscope touched her chest, she could feel her heart speed up. 120 maybe. It took everything in her not to let out a slight moan when she felt the cold sensation on her chest.

Maya wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the moment, but she couldn’t resist the reaction on Alexa’s face. Alexa moved the stethoscope around a bit before taking the diaphragm away from her chest, but leaving the earpieces in.

“It’s still beating a little slow,” she said, “kind of like last time. I think I know what to do — hold this for me?” Alexa held out the diaphragm. Maya gave her a curious look before pressing the diaphragm to her chest once again. Alexa stood up and turned to face Maya.

“What —” that was the only word Maya could manage before Alexa began running her hand down her bare arm ever so gently.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

She began slowly massaging Maya’s shoulders and Maya could feel her heart start to pound. And based on the look on Alexa’s face, she noticed too. Her hands eventually traveled down to Maya’s thighs.

Holy shit, why did I choose short shorts today?

Alexa ran her hands slowly over Maya’s thighs, hands traveling upward slowly and gripping the bottom of her shirt. For a brief moment, Maya pulled the diaphragm from her chest and let Alexa strip her shirt away and toss it on the floor. When she put it back, Alexa’s eyes lit up. Maya could feel her heart hammering, easily 160 beats per minute or more. But she wasn’t going to let Alexa have all the fun…

Maya stood up and placed her free hand right over Alexa’s heart. It was pounding. Maybe not as fast as hers, though. So Maya decided to take a page out of Alexa’s playbook and began gently stroking her arm. She could feel her heart speed up, but that wasn’t enough.

“I just…I…I…” Maya stammered. There were no need for words in this moment. Alexa knew, and she agreed. She took her free hand and placed it on Maya’s lower back, pulling her in closer. For a moment they just stood there, eyes locked on one another before Alexa leaned in, her soft lips meeting Maya’s ever so tenderly. She could hear her heart going ballistic in her chest. It lasted about a minute, but it felt as if time stood still.

Maya pulled back slowly, looking directly into Alexa’s eyes.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while, and I understand if you just totally forget I exist, but…” Alexa cut her off mid-sentence.

“I know,” she said softly. “I love you too.”

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haberdashing · 5 years ago

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No Puppet Strings Can Hold Me Down (3/?)

The Magnus Archives fanfic. An AU that diverges from canon between episodes 159 and 160, in which Peter Lukas’ statement that “he got you” takes on a different meaning.

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A minute or two passed in silence as Jon walked through the hallways of the Institute, not quite sure where his own legs were taking him, what destination Jonah Magnus had in mind for him.

Then Jon saw Martin, and his heart leaped.

(Metaphorically, at least. Literally, his pulse barely changed, though Jon was certain that if he had control of his own body, his heart would be racing right now.)

Jon felt himself speed up, saw Martin hasten his pace in turn, and only a few moments after Martin had appeared as a speck in the distance, the two were face to face.

“Jon?”

“Martin!”

It was Jon’s voice, it was coming from Jon’s mouth, it was probably what Jon would have said in much the same tone he would have said it.

But Jon was not the one who had made himself say Martin’s name.

If Martin noticed anything was up, though, Jon couldn’t tell--and Jon thought he would have been able to tell now, now that Martin was opening up again, now that the walls that he had spent several long months building up around him were finally starting to come crashing down.

“Are you alright? I- I think I heard a gunshot, I was worried-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Jon said, though nothing could be further from the truth.

You call this “fine”?

No response from Elias, from Jonah, from whatever he felt like calling the bastard that had abducted his body, but then, he hadn’t really expected one.

“You?”

Martin scratched the back of his head nervously. “I’ll live.”

“You’re not-”

“D’you think I wouldn’t have mentioned if I’d been the one who got shot?” Martin continued, his voice tinged with shaky laughter. “I’m not hurt. I’m okay. I- I think I’ll be okay.”

Jon understood what Martin meant, there, knew that Martin’s definition of “okay” was more expansive than merely not having been shot. There was a deeper kind of “okay” there, and Jon was certainly glad to hear that Martin thought he’d qualify for it once again.

Jon only wished he could say the same for himself.

(Or say the opposite, tell Martin what was actually going on, which was very far from okay in Jon’s book.)

“Where were you?”

The question didn’t have any compulsion to it, not as far as Jon could tell--he certainly wouldn’t have put it there himself, he wasn’t even sure he could anymore--but Martin answered it without hesitation just the same.

“Looking for you.”

If Jon had been thinking straight, had been thinking about it at all, he probably would have suspected that Martin would say as much, but as it was, he hadn’t been expecting it, hadn’t expected Martin to clearly state that he had been seeking out Jon as much as Jon had been seeking out Martin, at least before... well, before.

It would have taken his breath away, if his breath was his own still.

“Well.” There was a brief silence there, a surprisingly comfortable one given the situation, before Jon spoke again, his lips contorting themselves into a wry smile as the words came out. “Look no further.”

“I won’t.” Martin said with a shaky laugh. “I... we should probably go, I don’t think it’s safe here, especially with- with some maniac shooting up the place...”

Is that what I should call you? Some maniac? Fits better than Elias or Jonah, in my opinion-

Jon’s thoughts were interrupted not by Elias-Jonah-some-maniac making some snarky mental response, nor even his own voice responding to Martin, but Martin himself speaking up again.

“Your- your eyes. I just noticed, your eyes look different. Are they- blue?”

Jon laughed, on the inside, where it mattered. Because of course Martin would notice. Martin, who had always been more observant than him, Beholding powers notwithstanding. Martin, who always paid attention to him specifically. Martin, who had always cared so much about him, even when he’d given him so few reasons for Martin to give a damn about his jerk of a boss...

Jonah, for his part, did a fairly convincing impression of someone who had no idea why their eyes might look different than normal. His hands pressed against the area around his eyes, not enough to hurt but enough to seem like a legitimate examination, though Jon honestly wasn’t sure if he’d be able to tell if his eyes had changed shape or size or whatnot by sense of touch alone.

“Are they blue? Do you have a mirror, or-”

Martin shook his head, but he kept his gaze locked on Jon’s eyes--on Jonah’s eyes. “They are blue. I’m sure of it. How did that happen?”

“I don’t know-”

“Aren’t you the one who should know these things?”

Jonah-Jon let out a grunt of mild frustration, and Martin let out a soft snort in response.

“Maybe- maybe the Lonely changed me somehow. I don’t- I don’t know.”

Liar.

“...well, you weren’t the only one in there, you know. Are my eyes any different, then?”

Martin believed Jonah, then, believed that his eye color changing might really be due to his encounter with the Lonely alone, that they were Jon’s eyes transformed and not Jonah’s eyes now on his body, and that probably should have stung more than it did, but...

Jon wondered if Jonah knew what he was doing, when he had his body gaze into Martin’s eyes. Maybe he did, maybe it was part of one of his mind games or a small piece of some greater plan. In that moment, Jon didn’t much care. He could look at Martin, look deep into Martin’s eyes for what had to be longer than would be strictly necessary, their eyes locked on one another as Jon desperately tried to figure out what Martin was thinking, what Martin was feeling, how much Martin knew...

And then the moment ended, Jon was forced to look away, and his head shook roughly, several long strands of hair falling onto his face in the process.

“No, Martin. Your eyes are the same as always.”

“Alright. Good to know.” Martin took a deep breath, then let it out slowly before saying, “We really ought to get going, before the wrong people bump into us-”

“Right, right. Of course.”

As Jon and Martin turned towards the main entrance of the Magnus Institute, the two walking side by side, Jon’s hand briefly brushed against Martin’s, and he wondered, distantly, how differently things might have gone if he had been brave enough to hold Martin’s hand when he had still had the chance.

#tma #tma fic #tma fanfic #tma au #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fic #the magnus archives fanfic #the magnus archives au #personal #my writing

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anewfreind · 6 years ago

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Hey so, you played DeltaRune right? What was your first impression on the main cast? i.e. raslei, lancer, Susie, Kris.

Oh fucketh yes thou kindeth basterd, let thine doith this.

Alright, so imma talk about the game and new characters, and if you would like, send asks on the undertale cast, and how they changed, because i would love to talk about that! I would also love to talk about theories for both Deltarune and Undertale! Do send asks! Now lets begin:

*ahem*

I was NOT expecting it to be this long for what I thought was a free demo

I loved ALL the characters this time. I didn't think I'd like Susie and Lancer much, but they grew to be my favourite characters of the story this time.

Also, I knew Deltarune was an anagram of Undertale, but I went through the entire goddamn game without realizing that Ralsei was an anagram for Asriel. Yes, I'm stupid.

I really like the new party battle mechanics! I didn't use the fight option, but still.

I wasn't able to find part B of the key that would unlock that mysterious cell in the prison. Did anyone else find it?

This was a very easy game to get a Pacifist run in, and I got the good ending straightaway! Seemingly.

SEEMINGLY.

WHAT WAS THAT ENDING?!?

Still here? Cool lets go

So, some interesting points and thoughts I had about the game and characters, and other things and tropes I noticed:

Ascended Meme: Toriel mentions that Kris and Asriel enjoy playing Super Smashing Fighters, a clear Shout-Out to the Super Smash Bros. franchise. At the time of the release of Deltarune Chapter 1, a popular meme was that Sans would be confirmed as a character for the then-upcoming Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.

Anti-Frustration Features: Should you make at least three unsuccessful attempts to clear either timed-tile puzzle, Ralsei will offer a hint on how to solve them

Attack! Attack! Attack!: Susie's main method of fighting: She'll keep attacking enemies and won't listen to Kris. Fortunately, she gets better during the final dungeon. Perhaps this is how she was raised?

Awesome, but Impractical: The Top Cake heals your entire party for 160 HP, but your entire party only has 90, 110 and 70 HP anyway and can't be increased at all. Furthermore, giving the Top Cake back to the Top Chef makes him give you the Spin Cake, which, while only restoring 80 HP, is unlimited and any encounter that isn't a Boss fight will probably not shave off your entire HP.

One thing that annoys me with the game is that Lv can’t increase, but we will get back to that later

Bait-and-Switch: A lot of the plot details are set up in a similar fashion to the previous game, only to subvert expectations.

Susie threatens Kris early on and is a berserker who attacks monsters on sight and doesn't care about the quest she's nominally on, much like a No Mercy run from the previous game, but she refrains from killing anyone and ultimately makes a Heel–Face Turn.

Lancer is similar in both a recurring antagonist role and has a skeletal appearance with a blue color scheme, which might lead players to believe he has a connection with Sans and Papyrus from the previous game; he and his father turn out to just be Darkners who resemble skeletons and have no apparent connection with Sans and Papyrus at all.

A mysterious doorframe appears early on and savvy players (or fandom nerds) might expect them to tie into Gaster as they did in the previous game. They end up being a fast travel system (which is lame).

Lastly, there's Lancer's dad, the King, who might look like a Suspiciously Similar Substitute for Asgore, right down to one of the people close to him trying to persuade both you and him not to fight (Undyne for Asgore, Lancer for the King). However, when you actually encounter the King, not only does he threaten to throw Lancer off a roof if the Lighteners don't kneel before him, he also tricks Ralsei into bringing him to full health so he has them at their mercy again. He ends up being defeated by Ralsei putting him to sleep while Kris and Susie escape, or captured by Lancer when he turns his own troops on him.

Big Door: There's a large bunker-style door built into the landscape in the forest to the south of town. Locked, unfortunately.

One of the encounters can be resolved peacefully by getting Ralsei to sing a lullaby, which also puts Susie to sleep. This later turns out to be the key to peacefully resolving the fight with Susie and Lancer. It comes up again in the "bad" ending to the King fight, where Susie notes that while she can't take the King down, Ralsei can. Susie: “I'd never forget something I made fun of you for.”

Similarly, Susie attacks automatically during the first battle with Lancer (who can't be killed), which is an early hint to the player that Susie attacks on her own and you'll have to prevent her from doing damage if you want a pacifist run.

Cliffhanger: The chapter ends with Kris (most likely being controlled) pulling out their/the player's SOUL, shoving it in a cage, and drawing a knife, at which point Kris's eyes glow red like Frisk's do if Chara's permanently corrupted your save after a genocide playthrough back in Undertale. This ending felt like a punch to the gut, and gave me so many questions to ask. Also, in the final scene, you can control the SOUL while it's in the birdcage. It won't change the outcome.

Lancer appears to be this for most of the initially-bad guy cast of Undertale, possessing a Sans-like color scheme, Papyrus's kid-brother nature and general enthusiasm for "evil," and Alphys's emotional attachment to the Big Bad.

Kris seems to be a hybridization of Frisk and Chara: their face, skin color and silent nature lean more towards the former, while their clothes and relation to the Dreemurr family (especially Asriel) scream of the later. Of course, after what happens in the ending, who knows how the three are connected? But here is something people have forgotten about, since I haven’t seen anything on it, but Kris looks exactly like the unused Frisk sprite, besides the sweater

Even if you go out of your way to beat encounters by force, enemies just get knocked off-screen. Contrast with Undertale and its infamous Genocide/No Mercy route.

After you beat the game and it closes itself, restarting shows Ralsei's legend as the intro and provides a new background for the file select screen.

Susie's hair is wild and covers her eyes, symbolizing her wild and violent outcast vibe. After the fight with the King, it's cut to reveal her eyes, and she becomes a lot more expressive and open with her emotions from them on.

All main characters are this, or have a Face Framed in Shadow. Them revealing their faces is usually a big deal.

Kris and Susie's outfits change when they fall into the dark world. Kris also becomes more blue in appearance, while Susie becomes more pink.

On the walk home, talking to numerous characters heavily hints that something is up with Kris. Numerous people refer to them as "creepy", or "quiet", and Noelle notes that they're usually quite distant from others. The game implies that Kris was being possessed by the player ala the first game

Ralsei makes direct reference to interface elements and controls as part of his tutorial-giver role. This leads to an amusing moment in the first block puzzle, as this trope doesn't apply to Susie.

Susie: (Who the hell is "[Z]"?)

Susie's solo fight against Lancer parallels the first game's fight against Toriel in a number of ways. In both cases, the foe is a family member of the king that guards the protagonist's way back home, and they're trying to prevent the protagonist from meeting the king in order to avoid bloodshed. Once the fight goes on for long enough, the foe starts attacking exclusively by dropping projectiles from above that are guaranteed to miss, showing their reluctance to fight someone they'd started growing close to.

This chapter has a lighter tone than all of Undertale. The game mechanics are more focused on solving puzzles and befriending enemies than fighting, and no one can die, even if you DO decide to attack all your enemies.

After returning from the World of Darkness, talking to several of the NPCs imply that Kris isn't acting like themselves. Noelle comments on how Kris is really talkative compared to normal, Noelle's dad implies Kris has forgotten things that they should know, the hospital clerk comments on how Kris isn't normally so bad at playing piano, and Kris in general seems a lot less "creepy" to the townspeople.

After arriving at the fountain, Kris and Susie find themselves back at the school, in a room with a chess board, playing cards, and some toys that look like the characters they encountered. But both of them remember what happened, and it's left ambiguous as to whether it really was just a dream or not.

If you have the Spooky Sword equipped, your "weapon" upon leaving the dark world will be the Halloween Pencil, leading to more questions.

If you follow the Jevil sidequest plot to its conclusion, mentions of The Queen are made, as well as Seam describing the event that drove Jevil insane as "Dark yet Darker" adding even heavier implications to Gaster's presence in the future story.

If one talks to Rouxls Kaard after starting his first puzzle, he will verbatim quote I. M. Meen. (Also Rouxls Kaard, thou art must marrith me)

When Burgerpants talks about his fellow pizzeria employees, he mentions a "Purple Guy" and wonders if he even works there.

Ralsei removing his hat and hood at the end, revealing that he looks exactly like Asriel. Judging by Susie's reaction, this is one both in and out of universe.

Right at the end of Chapter 1. Kris is tossing and turning in the middle of the night, when they jump out of bed and start walking around very slowly. They then stop in the middle of the room and pull their own soul out of their body, before throwing it into the birdcage from earlier. They then turn their head around slowly, revealing Chara's trademark smile and glowing red eye, before materializing a knife out of nowhere. Anyone who's played Undertale (so most of people playing this game, as it was recommended to those who already played Undertale) should have some very horrific guesses about what this mean

The King grabs Lancer's throat when he finds out that they let the heroes get away

#undertale #deltarune #ask #long post #like #really long post #deltarune theory #what did i think about the game #lancer #susie #susie deltarune #kris #rouxls kaard

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strikerandoverachiever · 3 years ago

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Chapter 159 Spoilers

All right, so the spoilers for chapter 159 are out and you can check them all out down bellow: https://mobile.twitter.com/rayugax101

And now, as for my predictions that came true… fewer than last time😅😅, however, what hasn’t come true yet, just might in chapter 160 and beyond, so I’m still holding on to them!

And now, for the predictions that did come true, even a little bit!

- more Kunigami (and possibly him giving Bachira the cold shoulder too??)

And what a treat this was!❤️❤️❤️

-I’m also still waiting for those Wild Card flashbacks!😉-

- this intermission was brought to y’all so that I can tell you that I really don’t like Ness:

“breaching your loyalty to Kaiser. That’s your first yellow card”; who the heck swore loyalty to who?? Them Blue Lock boys are hard at work to tear them München Bastards down!! Punk, you were brought there FOR THE SAKE OF BLUE LOCK, not the other way around!!!

The only one the Blue Lock players will listen to, is their own “Ego”.

2. What Kunigami said.

3. Who made him the referee?!

Moving on…

- Noel Noa offering commentary on the match and possibly feedback to the players about their performance

We saw him in the background and we also saw the ace player of the Spanish league, so… maybe?? They could end up exchanging thoughts and impressions.

I’m counting that as a (partial) point for me! 😂

As for things that will come true in the upcoming chapters (cuz I refuse to believe that they won’t):

- Bachira running circles around Kaiser

- Isagi approving of Kaiser being made a fool

- Isagi and Bachira teaming up to take down Kaiser

- Otoya action

- Raichi grumbling in the background and making over the top remarks cuz he still doesn’t get to show off his sexy football

All right, well, that’s it from me, at the moment, now I’ll go back to waiting for the English version of Chapter 158; when anyone notices it come out, maybe drop me a PM or leave a note? 😉

I hope you enjoyed this and are looking forward to chapter 160! I leave you now with a final panel of Bachira, in hopes that all your best wishes for the Blue Lock Team will come true!💙💙💙

#blue lock #bllk #source: twitter #bluelock159 #bllk159 #blue lock spoilers #bllkspoikers #bluelock159spoilers #bllk159spoikers

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likethetailofacomet · 6 years ago

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Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking

Author’s Note: Seriously winding things down for Learning to Love Again. which means ramping things up. I see about 3 more chapters coming after this one, possibly 4 because you know me, I’m wordy. This one picks up right after the box incident. The title comes from a Snow Patrol Song of the same name which set the tone for this chapter.

Warning: NS*W ;)

Pairing: Drake x Claire

Word Count: 2,471 (about 1,000 of them smutty)

Bastien paced in his study. After getting Drake and Claire safely back to the palace, meeting with Liam and the King, debriefing his team and doing his final rounds, he'd gone through his private nightly ritual; rolling up his sleeves and letting the stress of the day roll away. Some of it, anyway. Today had been one of the more stressful days he'd had lately, the box at Drake's cabin, the fact that someone had broken into his home... He strode over to his desk and pulled the bottle of bourbon out from the bottom drawer, pouring himself another glass. He checked his watch again- past midnight. Blowing out a breath he brought the glass to his lips and downed a third of his pour in one go. Setting the glass down on the desk with more force than he meant to, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Where is that kid? Should have been back an hour ago. Last time I give him the day off if he's going to take advantage of it. He dialed Micah's number and frowned as it went directly to voicemail. His phone was off – a setting that a member of the King's Guard did not have the luxury of, even on their days off. Are you fucking kidding? Bastien fumed, dialing the number again. Voicemail, again. “Micah Sarks, its Bastien. You better have a good fucking excuse.” He hung up abruptly, his words full of venom. He hadn't ever had to raise his voice or even reprimand or correct Micah before. This behavior was completely out of character for the kid, and it didn't sit well with him.

He set the phone down and picked his glass up, walking around the desk to sit at his computer. He took another big drink, downing the second third, the muscles in his throat working to swallow the liquid as it burned slightly on the way down. Setting the glass back on the coaster to his right with appropriate force this time, he opened his laptop and pulled up the GPS program that he used to track all of the vehicles utilized by the Guard. He entered Micah's license plate number and waited as the program tracked the location of his vehicle. He rested his elbows on the surface in front of the computer, interlocking his fingers and resting his chin between his thumbs and fists. The dialogue box popped up and he read the location three times, not wanting to believe it. He double checked the coordinates but he didn't need to- over 20 years of service in the King's Guard had stamped certain things to his brain in permanent ink, approximate latitudes and longitudes being one of those things. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand at full attention. The GPS was showing the location of Micah's tracking device to be in the center of Lake Mythra, 160 kilometers away. He pushed the chair back from his desk and left his study, forgetting the last third of his bourbon.

Drake held her loosely, eyes scanning every inch of the bewitching woman in his bed as she floated in a sleep so delicate, he was afraid that if he closed his eyes it might wake her. He suspected that she might be plagued by nightmares again after everything that had happened that day, and wanted her to get as much restful sleep as she could before they made it impossible. Her hair still damp from the shower and what they’d done after, she lay with her back against his bare chest, her head on his pillow. He watched her eyelids flutter, watched as her lungs filled with air and slowly let it out. The ticking clock that had started in his brain when they found the box on his front step was still there; ticking seconds away or counting them up he wasn’t sure, but he silenced it forcibly and let his mind wander back over the last hour and the body in the bed with him.

Their slow, lingering kisses in the shower had turned heated quickly; his lips and hands grew hungry to taste her, her sweet sighs turning to needy moans, and both of them filled with a sudden and undeniable urge for one another, knowing but not saying that they weren’t promised tomorrow. They’d fumbled out of the shower, his left arm wrapped around her back, fingers biting into her soft flesh, keeping her steady as her lips moved in unison with his. Her hands grabbed at the towel dangling from the hook behind the door, and he pulled himself from her as she dried them off hastily, taking care not to jostle or dampen his cast. When they were sufficiently dry he yanked the cotton towel from her hands, discarding it on the floor and once again his hands and lips and tongue were on her, her hips and chest and abdomen rolling against his body. Their breathing turned to gasps into one another’s open mouths as he walked her out of the bathroom and towards the bed. Drake’s hand curled around the back of her neck at the base of her head as Claire placed both hands on his shoulders, using them to pull herself up with a little jump. She wrapped her long legs around his torso, the heat at the apex of her thighs pressed to his lower stomach and forcing a deep groan from him- she wanted him, and her wanting made him want her more. His hands scooped beneath her ass, thumbs squeezing into her. He felt the room sway as she intoxicated him further, and took three blind steps to the bed where he fell down onto her.

“Drake,” her voice sounded foreign, drenched with want and strained thin with need as her thin arms snaked around his neck and pulled him ever closer, their skin hot and still slick enough to slip deliciously smooth against one another. He thought he might burst from the rush of her body and the threat that hung over them and the way that she said his name. “Drake,” she said again as he nipped at her ear and she spread her hands down his back, “I need you…” his teeth and tongue trailed down her throat, from behind her ear to the edge of her collarbone, a low rumbling growl in his throat as she admitted her need.

He picked his head up to look at her- her mouth hanging open as her tongue slipped out to wet her dry lips, her eyes closed as stars burst behind them. “Open your eyes, baby,” he whispered and she obliged, their clear blue depths nearly black with how lust blown her pupils were. For me, he thought, feeling himself grow harder, that look is for me. He kept his own darkened eyes locked with hers as he positioned himself over her entrance, teasing her slightly with the tip of his cock before pushing inside of her slowly. Her breath caught and one eyebrow rose as she took her bottom lip between her teeth before letting it go again. He sunk deeper into her as she gasped his name again, and the sound coupled with the way that their bodies were joined made his blood burn and his skin tingle and he forgot for a moment that they weren’t the only two humans on Earth; that the world was bigger than the bed that they were in. “I love it when you say my name,” he growled into her ear before pulling her legs up to rest on his shoulders, allowing for a deeper angle.

He was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath as her eyes snapped shut for just a second before flying open again, the exhale coming through the whisper of his name. That’s my girl, let me see those beautiful eyes, he delighted in the fact that she was doing what she knew he wanted. He reached down with his left hand to massage her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples and drawing more sounds from her lips. He increased his pace for four thrusts before pulling almost completely out of her slowly, both of them releasing strangled sounds of ecstasy, before he reached for her left ankle and moved it in an arch over his head to turn her on her side. He thrust deeply back inside of her, groaning as she cried out from the pleasure of the new position. “Oh, Drake…don’t…don’t stop…” she fought to keep her eyes open but realized that his had slid closed so she let her own do the same as she pleaded with him to keep going, keep pushing her closer to her release, the warm coil in her abdomen wound so tightly it was nearly painful. Just when she could feel herself reaching the tipping point, he withdrew himself entirely, grabbing her ankle again and spreading her legs once more. The look of need and shock on her face brought a wolfish smile to his lips and she whimpered with the absence of him.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he felt his words with a primal realness, but his love for her made them come out soft and gentler than they sounded in his head, and in a way he liked that better. He let his tongue flick out of the corner of his mouth before sliding his right arm under her lower back and using that purchase to pull himself down to her wet core. He gripped her hip bone hard with his left hand, his thumb brushing against her skin soothingly. “I want to taste you when you say my name,” he said, his mouth hot as he lowered it to her, lips wrapping around her, sucking lightly to draw sweet cries from her throat as she scratched red lines into the skin of his shoulders, his muscles taught and fibrous. Oh, fuck Berkley… He glanced up at her through his long lashes and smiled against her when he saw the shapes she was making as she writhed, as her fingers gripped the sheets and twisted them, as her lips fell open. He slid his tongue inside of her and at the sensation she gasped his name and he tasted her, licking and giving her slight pressure as he groaned with pleasure. He could feel her orgasm crashing through her and kept his lips on her, his tongue inside of her until he felt her grasping at his biceps, pulling him towards her. He let her steer him back to her, entering her once more and crushing her mouth with his.

She gasped again as he gently pumped into her. “Drake,” she was utterly spent, pushed so far past the point of teetering over the edge that her voice was barely a squeak. “I love you,” she whimpered, and as always it did him in.

She’d fallen asleep not long after he’d gotten a warm damp cloth from the bathroom and run it over her limbs and stomach, over her sensitive areas, trailing warm kisses everywhere. He sighed softly, not wanting to wake her with his little puff of breath, as he vowed to himself again that he would never let her go, would never let anything or anyone come between him and his love for the woman in his arms. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone on the bedside table, jolting his mind and spraying ice cold water across the warmth they’d given one another- his phone was set to vibrate save for one important number. Claire jumped awake, the sudden ringing of the phone pulling her from the fragile sleep she’d fallen into, her eyes opening wide and seeking out his. She’d wrestled with dreams even in the afterglow of their heated lovemaking, and the late call only served to remind them both that they couldn’t get too comfortable, couldn’t feel too safe.

“Drake?” she questioned, turning to face him.

He was frowning at his phone, eyes squinted as he read the time- ten past midnight. He leaned over to press a lingering kiss to her temple before answering. “Bastien? What is it?”

“Drake,” the voice on the other end of the line sounded as far from the Bastien he knew. The ever calm, serious and professional tone was gone, replaced by one that shook slightly with concern and…was that anger? He wasn’t sure, thinking back and not remembering a time that he’d seen Bastien get mad. He sat upright, heart pounding, knowing that whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Claire sat up as well, knitting her eyebrows together and reaching for his hand. He sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder to pull her to him. “Drake, it’s Micah…Drake, I’m sorry, Micah he...” he sighed heavily. “Drake, Micah betrayed us. He’s working with them.”

. Bastien laid out his intention to get them and Liam safely to Ramsford early the next morning, where they would spend the last two days of the social season, telling him that he and the team were securing evidence to use against Micah, gathering clues as to where he might be…or how many others he might be working with. He apologized again, and Drake knew that it was killing him that this had come down to Micah, to the young guard member that Bastien had hoped could serve as his own replacement and soon- the young guard member that had until today, reminded him so much of the clueless, naïve young guard member that he was under Jackson. Drake knew that Bastien would feel like he was letting his mentor down, letting Drake’s father down, letting Drake down. “Bas,” he said once Bastien had finished, “Bas it’s not your fault, you know that. I know that. These people are sick…they must have hooked Micah in somehow…”

“I know,” he sounded a bit more like himself and Drake was glad. “I will get to the bottom of this,” he promised. “You and Claire should be ready to leave by 8am. I will see you then. And Drake?”

“Yeah Bas”?

“Stay safe,” the silver eyed man said sincerely.

“You too, Bas,” Drake responded, and it was certain that neither could stand it if something were to happen to the other. They ended the call and he pulled Claire close, holding her through the night. Neither of them slept after that, neither of them spoke either.

The clock in his head resumed its ticking, the seconds slipping by at double the speed, his heart hammering away and hers racing to keep up, both of them desperately clinging to the idea that in 2 days this might all be over…

Neither of them daring to think about how it all might end.

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certified-boyliker · 2 years ago

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I think after 160 chapters, I can add blue lock to the fandoms i'll write for

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alexboehm55144 · 4 years ago

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Alex Final Wars 2: Dark Alex, Chapter 31 - Vacuum

The typhoon's hanger contained many fighter jets and aircraft that Heroes needed for their duties. Jets and helicopters were parked in specific spots. Service equipment was in ample supply to provide maintenance to the vehicles. The center of the hanger contained a taxiway running lengthwise with regards to the ship. The aircraft were parked on either side of the taxiway.

Eris was in the typhoon's hanger, working on her eagle interceptor jet, making sure it was tuned up and ready for combat. The aircraft's design resembled an eagle in flight, as the engineers took inspiration from themselves for the design. Eris looked between the weapon choices in front of her, debating switching out the eagle standard-issue chi blasters for more ubiquitous machine guns.

"Hey, wing girl!"

The eagle turned to see Laval walking up to her, always wearing his standard blue lion prince outfit, but he didn't have his golden armor on.

"Hey, fur boy!" Eris said, quickly adjusting some of her feathers, so she looked better in front of him.

"Say, why is the typhoon's hanger open on both ends?" Laval asked, looking from one end of the hanger bay to the other, noting both were open. Looking out one end, the lion could see the typhoon's bridge. Looking out the other end, he could see some artificial palm trees that lined the runway to provide some natural ambiance. Fortunately, they could be retracted in combat or for other reasons.

"It's so if a plane had to abort a landing, they can fly right through the hanger and turn around to try again."

"Oh, I wouldn't have thought of that."

As the lion drew closer, Eris hoped he could smell the perfume she had on. Judy had recommended it to her, hoping it didn't have adverse effects on evolved birds.

Laval didn't know what it was, but Eris definitely looked fantastic today. She also seemed to have a pleasant aroma, but he wasn't about to bring that up.

"Uh...Impressive." Laval said, pointing towards the silhouettes of Chinese jets tallied on the plane's skin near the cockpit.

"Oh, thanks. Do you do the same thing with your sword?"

"Nah, I've lost count by now. What are you working on?"

"Just tuning up my jet."

The eagle moved to a workbench nearby and put away some of the tools she had out.

"Trying to figure out if I should equip the machine guns or the chi blasters."

"Personally, I like chi based weaponry myself."

"Yeah, but bullets for the machine guns are easier to get ahold of. We'd need to travel back to Chima to get chi."

"We have plenty of chi for our weapons. How about you use the machine guns for one mission and see how it goes?"

"Alright, good thinking."

Eris picked up one of the machine guns, which was light enough for her to carry singlehandedly. It had to be light since it was going on an aircraft.

"Do you need help with that?" Laval asked as Eris walked over to her jet and slid the weapon into its emplacement on the aircraft.

"Get the other one, would you please?"

The lion picked up the other machine gun with ease and slid it into position, making sure to show off his strength in front of Eris. The eagle giggled and playfully tapped him with the wrench she had in her hand. After a bit of work, the machine guns were locked in place with bolts and screws so they wouldn't dislodge during flight.

"Alright," Eris said, wiping some sweat from her feathers, while Laval sat on a work table nearby. "All that's left to do is test it. Want to take it for a spin with me?"

"Sure!" The lion jumped up, and the pair climbed into the jet's cockpit.

Laval used their close proximity to lean in close and plant a gentle kiss on Eris's cheek, causing the eagle to blush.

"Let's see what this thing can do!"

Eris put the aircraft in hover mode and maneuvered out of the plane's storage space, lining up with the runway.

Without even leaving the hanger, Eris put the vehicle in flight mode and gunned the engines. The backblast was probably knocking over a few things in the hanger. The jet shot out of the hangar bay and lifted off into the sky.

Laval was honestly a little scared. Sometimes his eagle girlfriend's aerial acrobatics were a bit too adrenaline pumping for him.

"You ok sweetie?" Eris asked.

"Uh.... yeah... sure."

Eris zipped past some clouds before the aircraft began circling around a vast cloud. Laval held on tight as Eris turned the jet directly at the cloud and gunned it. The vehicle pierced right through the cloud and coming out the other end.

The eagle pilot then directed the aircraft down towards the ground.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Laval said as the marshland below got closer and closer. But Eris pulled up at the last second and glided over the water, the wings gently dipping into the calm surface of the water.

After a couple seconds of flying just above the waves, Eris pulled the jet up higher, slowed down, and started flying straight. Laval took a few deep breaths while Eris laughed.

"Too much for you?" She jested.

"I..... I'm fine...."

After a few minutes, Laval's heart stopped beating out of his chest, and he calmed down.

"So, how does it handle?" The lion asked.

"Very good. I should find somewhere to test the machine guns. Maybe there's an abandoned field or unprotected land nearby."

The radio suddenly came to life, with a voice speaking through it.

"Hero vehicle, you are entering restricted airspace. Leave immediately."

"Affirmative," Eris said, "moving to comply."

The eagle turned the jet and headed in a different direction.

"What was that about?" Laval asked.

"We're near Cape Canaveral; we must have accidentally strayed into airspace cordoned off for rocket or aircraft launches."

"Cape Canaveral? Isn't that where Toothdee and Alex are today?"

"Yep, look out the window; you might see them far off in the distance."

The lion scanned the outside with his keen eyes, spotting some buildings and runways. But then his eyes noted a launchpad, upon which a rocket was set up and ready to go. The rocket had a shuttle attached, and onboard were Toothdee and Alex. They were accompanied by a dozen or more Air Force personnel. They were dressed in white armored space suits with attached thrusters and carried ARX 160 rifles with various attachments.

The shuttle's cargo compartment had been modified into a troop compartment, which was stable enough to allow soldiers to travel in, sitting in specially designed seats with safety harnesses.

"I'm surprised they were able to get a suit whipped up for you."

"They just used the tail portion from a suit designed for wolves. Though it's kind of tight."

"Well, at least your tail won't freeze or boil off."

"True, it's worth it."

"So, are we doing anything to the Chinese space station? Or are we just securing it?"

"Far as I'm aware, just securing it. It's become a threat to our efforts in the war."

"I know, I know. It's not every day you get to battle in space."

"Yep, there's Chinese armed forces up there. But we can take them." Toothdee said, playfully tapping Alex.

"They're no match for us."

The intercom activated, and one of the pilots informed the crew that they were about to launch. The countdown began.

"T minus 10.... 9.... 8.... 7... 6...."

"Hang on tight," Toothdee said, gripping her safety harness.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Alex said.

The adrenaline was palpable as the countdown continued.

"5... 4.... 3.... 2..... 1.... main engine start, ignition, and liftoff!"

The vehicle shook and slowly began to move, leaving the ground and streaking up towards the heavens. A large plume of smoke trailed the rocket as it climbed higher and higher.

"Really gets the blood pumping." A cougar astronaut in the troop compartment said.

The flight was not incredibly long, and periodically the rocket detached some of its stages. The components would fall back to Earth for retrieval or would be burned up upon re-entry.

The shuttle was soon moving closer and closer towards the Chinese space station. The armed troops on board were almost certainly alerted to the approaching US forces.

"Approaching the Chinese space station." The intercom system said. "Prepare for battle."

The troops readied themselves, checking ammo and armor.

"Opening bay doors."

The shuttle cargo doors opened, with the white modules and blue solar panels of the Chinese space station clearly visible in front of the black background of space.

Once the bay doors were fully open, the troops disembarked their seats, grabbed their guns, and moved into battle. The Earth's blue and white surface was clearly visible, taking up an entire side of the visual field near the battle zone. The space shuttle also launched rather unsuspecting containers out into space.

"Engage thrusters! Behind the containers!" A gray wolf astronaut yelled, "they're bulletproof. Use them as cover. Some have ammo if you need it."

Two US astronauts were immediately gunned down by Chinese taikonauts. Their bodies went limp and floating in the vacuum of space. One astronaut was surrounded by the glass from where a bullet had gone through her helmet.

Alex and Toothdee advanced to one of the containers, followed by other astronauts. The two heroes took up firing positions and engaged, taking down a few taikonauts.

The astronauts advanced to the station proper, taking cover behind the numerous modules and components that made up the structure. Chinese forces continued to engage and continued to be gunned down as the US forces advanced. Bodies, equipment, and debris floated around the battle, leftover from the fierce fighting.

"Hostiles exiting the main hatches." A soldier said as hatches for mammals of all sizes opened on the station. More taikonauts emerged, weapons at the ready. Heroes approached the central command module, taking careful aim and firing at any hostiles they saw.

"Incoming!" Toothdee said. A mechanical construction arm used for assembling the station appeared and swung at the astronauts. The US forces quickly scattered to avoid the arm, but some were hit. Their helmets and suits ruptured, killing them. Some of the Chinese taikonauts were also hit and suffered the same fate. However, Alex and Toothdee were struck less violently, being sent flying through space directly above part of the station. Occasionally hitting the structure and tumbling along its surface.

The pair of heroes tried to steady themselves with their suit's thrusters as they bounced along an array of solar panels, debris, and wreckage surrounding the two. A few taikonauts continued to engage, bullets whizzing near the pair of heroes. Alex and Toothdee got their bearings and returned fire, hitting Chinese soldiers as they kept tumbling down the solar array. One hostile was crushed by debris from the station.

Once the enemy troops were down, Toothdee quickly stashed her rifle on her back and tried to grab hold of the station to stop herself. Her suit's thrusters weren't doing enough to slow her down. The young warrior's hands hit and bounced off multiple components on the station exterior. She hoped she could slow her velocity and stop before flying off the station and into the void. Eventually, Toothdee was able to grab onto a metal handle, instantly slowing herself to a stop. She reached up and grabbed Alex's hand as he flew overhead, preventing the human from going off into space.

"Oh shit," Toothdee said, as a large chunk of station debris moved towards them. If it hit them, they would be knocked off the station, or worse. Alex, still holding onto Toothdee with one hand, readied his rifle with his other hand. The captain opened fire and destroyed the chunk of debris, breaking it into harmless pieces.

Toothdee pulled Alex towards her, allowing him to grab hold of the station exterior, and the pair readied themselves.

"Thanks for that." The captain said, reloading his weapon.

"Don't mention it. Now let's try going at the central command module again."

The heroes let go of the station and began to once more maneuver through space with their thrusters. Wreckage from the battle surrounded the area, the pair moved through the various containers and debris, using them as cover. A few more Chinese soldiers appeared and engaged but were quickly eliminated by accurate gunfire.

During combat, bullets tore through nearby solar panels, sending small shards of the panels flying through the space around the battle.

Heroes moved towards a fuel module that contained a mixture of both fuel and oxygen, used for resupplying spacecraft.

"Hit that fuel line." Captain Boehm said.

Toothdee fired some rounds at the pipe on the station exterior, and it detonated. The blast scorched some Chinese soldiers nearby and sent others flying off into space. The heroes grabbed onto part of the station and continued to move towards the central command module.

"Watch out!" Alex yelled, taking cover as another mechanical construction arm swung overhead, hitting a taikonaut and breaking her helmet.

"Target the joints!" Toothdee said, aiming and opening fire. Alex engaged as well, using his thrusters to dodge the arm, which moved to attack again. Sparks flew, and the arm spasmed as it sustained damage. Alex and Toothdee backed away to avoid the wild swings of the arm, which convulsed and soon stopped moving entirely.

"I think it's down," Alex said.

"Then let's move up to that central module."

The two heroes advanced, and Alex provided cover. At the same time, Toothdee planted an explosive charge on the central module, next to a series of windows.

"That should still work up here, right?" Alex asked.

"Only one way to find out," Toothdee said, arming the charge before the 2 retreated back to a safe distance.

The charge detonated, blowing off part of the space station module, sending people and cargo out into the icy vacuum. Seizing the initiative, Alex and Toothdee leaped into the breach. The heroes shot a few Chinese mammals in space suits who had managed to grab hold of something to avoid being sucked out of the station. Toothdee grabbed a small, otter taikonaut and tossed him out through the breach, leaving him floating through the vacuum of space.

"Clear!" Alex said as the pair flipped up the tinted black visors on their helmets. "Let's advance into the station interior."

The pair moved through an interior airlock as the voice of a US astronaut came through the radio.

"Heroes, we are entering the station."

"Affirmative." Toothdee said, "we're already inside. Check your targets."

"Acknowledged Heroes."

The pair advanced further into the station, entering the next module. As they entered, 2 Chinese mammals jumped them, grabbing their guns and wrestling with the heroes. A tiger taikonaut grabbed Alex. The two spun around in the zero-gravity environment, wrestling each other to control Alex's rifle. The Heroes captain used his strength to push and aim the rifle's barrel at the tiger's head before pulling the trigger.

The hostile taikonaut flew backward and slammed against the station wall while Toothdee finished off the other mammal.

"Come on, we should be just about done," Alex said, moving to open a door on the opposite end of the room.

Heroes advanced, entering the next room, taking aim at some more Chinese soldiers. But before they could fire, an explosion went off near the Chinese, causing everyone and everything inside the room to be sucked out into the vacuum.

Alex held onto his rifle and covered his face as he crashed through a solar panel. He spun around and deliberately bumped into some soft looking cargo containers to slow himself. Eventually landing feet first on a large chunk of the station & stopping himself. Toothdee was thrown against a piece of debris, using her arms to cushion the blow. She readjusted herself and slowed down with her thrusters, landing right next to Alex.

"What was that?" Toothdee asked, pulling down her visor. But before the captain could answer, Toothdee pointed towards something nearby. Alex turned around and saw 2 red fox astronauts advancing on 3 taikonauts positioned on a piece of wreckage.

2 of the Chinese troopers engaged with rifles, one being human, the other being a panda. The third trooper, also human, readied a rocket launcher and fired. The projectile passed between the 2 US troopers. But, instead of going past them, it detonated, the explosion killing both US astronauts.

"Ok, that is going to be a problem," Toothdee said.

"I think that thing might have a detonation trigger on the launcher," Alex said, flipping down his visor. "Or maybe a proximity trigger."

"Makes sense. We're in space. The operator has to detonate the warhead somehow."

The pair surveyed the field of wreckage in front of them. Cargo containers, shards of solar panels, and parts of the station structure littered the area. Debris of all sizes floated in the vacuum, creating a haphazard landscape of random wreckage.

"I'll sneak around using the debris as cover and hit them from behind." Captain Boehm said. "You draw their fire."

"On it."

"And try not to get killed."

Toothdee engaged the Chinese soldiers, sticking to cover. The rocket trooper aimed and fired, but Toothdee shot the projectile and harmlessly detonated it while the object was traveling.

Alex carefully snuck behind a large part of the station's exterior skin. While the enemy troops were distracted, he moved between a large hole in the skin. He continued onwards towards a damaged solar array, using it to hide from enemy sight.

Toothdee took up position behind a cargo container and managed to take out the human trooper armed with a rifle with a careful shot. But her lack of movement while taking this shot allowed the rocket trooper to launch another projectile. Toothdee pushed against the container she was on and launched herself upwards. The rocket hit the box and blew it to pieces, but not the young warrior.

But Toothdee was now in an exposed position.

Luckily captain Boehm had just gotten behind the 2 remaining soldiers and maneuvered up behind them with his thrusters.

"Hello."

The captain sprayed the soldiers with gunfire, instantly taking down the rocket trooper. He finished off the last trooper, the panda, with a kick to the face, which broke the taikonaut's helmet.

"Heroes, be advised, the station is secure."

"Affirmative, we're here." Toothdee said, "It looks like we did it, Alex."

"Not bad for combat in a unique environment." Alex said, "We better get a medal for this."

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