#but again it was blurry cuz he was in the background and it was for a second before he disappeared behind adler or sumn

[vypridae]

velvette after being tied down in her room by vox and val cause SHE WOULD NOT TAKE A SICK DAY THAT GIRL IS RUNNINF A 200 DEGREE (hyperbole) FEVER SHE STILL AINT TAKING A SICK DAY SHE GOT SHIT TO DO and vox having to call over carmilla because they can't take care of their bestie when they got their own shit to do!! vox sending a pic of a tied up velvette with the most monetone expression on his face w the caption being "come get yo girl" anyway velvette comes back around 10 days later feeling better but is also covered in suspicious marks around her neck (as soon as she was better carmilla selfishly kept her to herself and they had FUN)

BAHAFHJAHGAKJHKGASK OKAY THIS IS SO YES LFMAAOOO velvette in the picture is lowkey super blurry cuz she keeps trying to get out of the binds and val is lowkey scared in the background cuz shes KICKING and when carmilla shows up vox just points to the bedroom

when she goes in she watches velvette nearly kick valentino and he lowkey screams like super fucking high pitched and she has to drag her and velvette out of there before she starts laughing at his suffering ABAHJKHADFJK . she may love velvette but she will never be anything more than acquaintances with the other two vees

anyway vox and val 100% tease velvette for the marks on her neck and she threatens to kick them and val SCREAMS again

[anns-works]

Jay, Lloyd and (and Morro) Things.

The Trenchcoat Adventure™.

On the same week as that, they crashed into a stranger's meet up to thank them for being understanding enough that night when working as a cashier. Making their day.

Like literally, so many late night snack runs...

Introducing Lloyd to the League Of Jay was the best (kid got a chance to be a kid again) and the worst (they forgot how much of a gremlin he used to be) thing Jay did.

Lloyd took up art with Scott by graffitiing the walls of Cliff Gordon's mansion.

Once Jay and Lloyd disappeared off the face of the earth and everyone started panicking cuz they thought they got kidnapped. Found them two weeks later on the other side of the continent after Lloyd called saying Jay was in the hospital. Turns out he had a severe allergic reaction after the café they were having brunch at messed up their orders and put peanuts in his food.

Disappeared off the face of the earth AGAIN. But this time they came back a week later in their crumpled PJs looking like they got mauled by a feral racoon in a forest. A freshly revived Morro in tow.

Kai, having several breakdowns: GUYS WHAT THE FUCK-

Jay: Kai, chill. We got a guy who came back from the dead and is probably very understandably confused right now. Do you really wanna do this?

Kai, full on having a stroke: I'M-

Morro, vibing: Hey, is that ice cream.

On that note, never let these three be in a room together.

Jay and Lloyd are chaotic sure but with Morro they just lose all sense of morality and are down to commit multiple felonies at a moment's notice.

Jay and Lloyd: I'm just a silly little guy :)

Morro: *exists*

Jay and Lloyd: Ok its time to commit war crimes

Morro himself doesn't have to do anything, like he'll enter the room and his mere presence will be enough to trigger these bozos into committing arson. He's actually pretty chill.

Jay: I wanna add one of the ninjas into the League

Scott: Yeah, no. Not gonna happen

Jay: *sends a pic of Lloyd*

Scott:...Ok I'm willing to make an exception cuz they look very polite

Jay managed to convince Morro and Lloyd to help him mess w/ Zane's audio output and the next month they spent dealing with what was an increase of hostility towards the nindroid from the criminals.

Villain of the week: Hahahaha! I've got you now ninjas!

Zane, in a weird mesh of a australian and californian accent: You thought so smurf now get ready to eat this bread you thoty square!

Villain of the week: what the fuck

Also these guys in Trip (ninjago tumblr) are the best thing ever.

@ living-in-htis-windy-pain (Morro): This guy was declared dead abt a couple of months ago and today I get this message from him.

[Image description: Jay throwing a peace sign at the camera. He has white hair and pink-blue dual colored eyes. There is a blurry figure of Lloyd in the background staring at the camera. The caption reads "i lived bitch". End description.]

@ living-in-htis-windy-pain (Morro): i just started a 30-days free trial on having a normal life.

@ zappy-traffic-violation (Jay): where's the link?

@ thepoweroffriendship (Lloyd): WHERE'S THE FUCKING LINK OP?!?!?!

[yourlocalsimpsonsandsanriofan]

I'm not very happy with how this came out but here u go anyways :)

The background is so blurry 💀💀

Also yes indeed I have drawn him again cuz he is amazing :D (bro just caught himself in 4k 🤨📸) 

[krinsyn]

It's that time of year again!

TOP 10 BEST HIT SONGS OF 2022!

I did a few versions of the card but they didn't really work out, you can see them below the cut =) as well as some background info on making cards

This was the 'crack' idea, that the singers were feeling down but the dream of becoming their best selves is larger than they are. Their smiles are on the same line as BEST and the frowny guys are on the same line as 2022. It's too busy to be a good title card tho, so I made it and showed it to Todd just to get it out of my system.

Then these are what I pitched, with no drawn Todd, cuz I thought it might be too crowded. Youtube really recommends you have close ups of faces and I've heard cartoon drawings of people don't do as well as photos but with Todd, you can't just have a pic of his face facing you haha cuz he's in the shadows.

These are less crowded but Todd asked if I could draw him in, so we zoomed in a bunch and put him in there. Also since the 2 singers are wearing sparkly clothes, I gave Todd a sparkly green shirt so they all go together.

Some bg info on making title cards: it's not as easy as it looks. I have a fantastic "capture a still image" plugin for snagging stills from the music videos but oftentimes the singer is blurry or making a weird face. It was super hard to find stills where these 2 singers were smiling and not blurry or bizarre. Lizzo's smile is a little funny in the final card but most of her music video is surprisingly dark and blurry when you pause it. Here, for example, is a fantastic smile, but she is far enough away from the camera and in low light that I didn't think it would look good on the card, and I didn't want to artificially lighten her in PS. You can see her expression more clearly in the pic that's in the final title card and she doesn't have that reddish light shining on her.

Harry is morose during 99% of his video, which is definitely not the vibe I want for a best card. Why are you so sad, Harry.

Anyway after I watched these 2 music videos closely I actually asked Todd if he had another song he was willing to spoil in the card, because these videos didn't have good smiling stills.

Todd said having a card of Harry lying morosely on the ground was fine but I was like NO! It's the BEST card, they have to smile!!

So anyway that's how you got the final title card =)

[ndcgalitzine]

my daughter was watching a movie and she paused it when I entered the room, and I just saw a glimpse of a blurry man in the background before an ad covered his face, and I said "hey is that Harry Shum Jr?" (and honestly idk why I asked cuz she probably has no idea who he is) and she was like "tch no!!" but then she started the movie again, and of course it was, and she was SHOCKED I was able to recognize him from such a short, blurry, fraction of a shot 😂

[descendantofthesparrow]

Hi! I wanted to say how much I loved your mini analysis of Harry in. the fairy cottage scene! You pointed out so much that I've missed in previous watchings because my mind was always on the foreground not the background!

I was wondering if you'd want to do more of these mini-analysises? Like when the group finds out the barrier's being shut for good, I always thought Harry was close to crying when he confronts Ben (who can't even look Harry in the eyes) but I'd love to get your take on it!

wooooooooooooooo boy the lies discovered sceen, i have alot of feelings about this scene in particular, but wooo boy Harry-HARRY.

imma type this all out THEN put the gifs in cuz i can-nver mind i wrote a lot just watch the scene for me please cuz wow.

so-ill start when Ben says 'you'll have to tell me how you all teamed up' Harry goes from surveying his surroundings, to looking right at Jay and Carlos, and smiling. because they're a team now, they're friends again, and it feels good. Auradon feels good, Harry has gone through the same arc the vks did in the first movie and has realized 'hey, being good/Auradon isn't as bad as i thought'. so he's smiling, he's happy, its the same fucking smile he had in D2 when Uma uses the fake wand. he's full of hope, he's off the isle, he's free.

but then-oh but then. Mal spills the beans, Evie announces that Mal has promised to get all the kids off, and Mal steps forward, telling everyone she had to tell them something.

and Harry's smile drops. his face is in the complete background, its behind Uma, and very blurry, but his face only tells me 'i knew it'. he held out hope for Mal, for uma, that Mal would go through with her promise, that she would continue to get kids off the isle. his lips are pressed together and his eyes are narrowed, his body leaning back from mal in preparation to be hit in the gut.

he knew he shouldn't trust Mal, he knew Uma shouldn't, but he let himself, he let Uma. and look where that got them, right back to where they were all those years ago, and i mean both the shrimp incident and the wand trade, with Uma betrayed and Harry at her side, angry for her and himself. he let himself hope, he let himself be happy, he let his guard down. and look where that got him. betrayed, lied to, cheated, and most importantly, he failed Uma. he failed the one person he has personally sworn to keep safe from Mal because what Mal has done to Uma over and over again, Mal has never stopped hurting Uma, not once. not even when they were friends.

the one time Harry lets his guard down, and Uma gets hurt, he gets hurt, Jay gets hurt, Evie, Carlos, Gil; they all get hurt. because of Mal. again.

when Mal admits she lied, everyone looks confused, even Uma but you know what Harry looks like? his face and body stance tells me. I'm not surprised. he knew Mal would lie, but he let himself hope she didn't. and she threw that back in his face. she tells everyone the barrier is closed for good, and Harry shakes, he shakes his hook at her, because goddammit i let myself trust you, i let Uma trust you, and you threw it right back at us with a lie. and Harry walks away, laughing; because oh my god i let myself trust you, how could've i been so stupid! we all know how you are, and we trusted you, we put our hope in you. he's close to crying, he takes a deep breath trying to control his emotions, and he turns away. he looks at the forest, at Auradon. and reminisces of what could've been. he knows he's going to go back, Uma's not going to stay if the rest of the kids are on the isle, stuck forever with no way out, Uma's going to take him, Gil, and Celia, and leave.

so he takes one last look at Auradon, at the forest, takes in the cool fresh night air, and thinks 'god we were so close' just like he thought on the lost revenge, probably while Uma broke the wand, and later that night after cotillion 'we were so close' so close to freedom, so close to being happy, so close to being safe. only for Mal to rip it all away, just like when she chose good, like when she tricked them with a fake wand, and now when she lied to them.

then he shakes his head, again in disbelief, becuase-Ben. king ben. the boy who advocated for the vks in the first place...he agreed to close the barrier, to dooming the isle. how-WHY?! Harry doesn't know Ben, he doesn't know who Ben is other than him being the king, but he knows Ben is the one to invite the first four, he knows Ben is a good person, he knows Ben is a good king. so then why. why why why?! he storms up to Ben, hook in hand and rage in his eyes, and mocks him. 'and you?! king ben eh?!' King Ben who had the power, the power to make or break Auradon, to make the isle better...has failed them, he's failed everyone simply because, for all Harry knows, he let Mal walk over him. he let the isle die.

and Harry almost breaks, you can see the tears in his eyes as his shoulders slump, his jaw clicks, and he looks away, voice quiet and clouded with saddened acceptance. he knows there's no way to make it better, hurting Ben wouldn't help, hurting Mal wouldn't help. so he slumps and accepts the truth, admitting a painful truth to himself; 'you're probably just going to throw us all back inside' because that's what Ben's dad did. that's what Ben was probably going to do, send the villainous pirates right back inside the isle because, they weren't his girlfriend, they weren't his friends. they just came along for the ride.

we know Ben would never do that, but Harry is hurt, he's hurt. he let himself hope, trust, believe. and it only hurt him. for all he knows, Ben is just as cruel and is going to send him back to the isle, to live out his days on a prison, like a villain. and when Ben doesn't prove him wrong, when Ben doesn't say anything, Harry just nods, cuz he knows he's right, Ben failed the vks and he was just going to throw the problem over his shoulder, just send back the pirates as if they were nothing.

Harry walks away, because he just-cant look at anyone anymore, he doesn't look at Uma, doesn't look at Carlos, or Jay, just stares at the ground and walks. he's emotionally shutting down to protect himself, because that's what he does, he feels things so damn strongly that he has to block everything off with a mask of anger and madness, to protect himself. but this time, there's no rage, no madness, nothing. he's just-....not there anymore. Harry lets himself go numb because whats the point in being angry, in being sad, when there's nothing he can do anymore. Ben wont save him, Mal betrayed everyone and is clearly still planning to close the barrier forever.

theres no point in feeling anymore. hes done. he turns only the slightest when the ember is extinguished. but unlike everyone else, all he does is look, everyone else jumps, walks forward, or even just has a shocked look, Harry? he doesn't move, he just looks, no expression, no reaction, not even a twitch. he just looks. he's separated himself from this situation, he doesn't want to be there anymore so he just-emotionally leaves, again, to protect himself.

when Mal is trying to ignite the Ember, Harry goes to stand at Uma's back, and that lets Uma know 'im still here for you' he might be shut off to protect himself, but he will always be there for Uma, no matter what. he's silent for the rest of the scene, just staring, just numb.

Uma orders their leave, and Harry follows, still silent, and very hurt, but he doesn't let himself feel anything. because what's the point? you can still see the hurt on his face as he walks away, when he first walks up to Uma, but otherwise, his face shows nothing. he's numb, nothing nothing nothing.

Harry doesn't fucking care anymore because hes let himself hope and it only hurt him in the end. fuck Auradon.

oh god i think i hurt myself writing this, Harry lemme hug you for gods sake

[yanderememes]

Yan!Jojo x Reader Drabble - You're My World

So I watched Last Night in Soho and I gotta say, WHAT A GREAT MOVIE!! The ending gave me hella yandere vibes. From the acting to song, and scenario, I couldn't help but be inspired to write a small drabble.

I highly recommend listening to the song "You're My World" by Cilla Black when reading this!

I thought about this drabble taking place when yan!Jojo (up to you to decide which Jojo you want!) reaches their breaking point in the relationship with darling and goes to drastic measures.

Warnings: spoilers for Last Night in Soho, drugging, violence, death

There was music playing in the background while the two of you conversed. It sounded old but given the current tensions between you, you didn't pay much attention to it.

You're my world, you're every breath I take

You're my world, you're every move I make

Other eyes see the stars up in the skies

But for me, they shine within your eyes

"I'm sorry..." you started.

"Don't be." Jojo was surprisingly taking this well.

"I won't do it again. I promise!"

"Oh, I know you won't. Because you won't ever be able to."

It suddenly hit you. Moving your eyes to look down on the cup you were holding, you realized Jojo spiked the tea you drank.

You suddenly didn't feel well. Like it was hard to breathe and your heart burned.

Clutching onto your chest and trying to gasp for air, you try to get up from your seat and run away but only fell to the ground instead. Your legs couldn't move! Like you were paralyzed from the waist down. Too preoccupied with your lack of air, you didn't hear Jojo get up from his seat and walk away somewhere.

From the corner of your eye, you see he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and was about to make his way towards you.

Forgetting all the pain you're in, you can only think about escaping from this psychopath. Pushing yourself onto your elbows, you begin to crawl away.

You try to escape through the front door but it was too far and most likely locked. Not thinking straight cuz of the drugs, you use all your might to crawl to the staircase.

Jojo had caught up to you and you turned on your back and tried to crawl backwards, lifting your elbows on each stair. Jojo held the knife in his right hand, trying to slash you but you kept dodging.

As the two of you make it up the stairs, with Jojo coming forward with the intent to kill you and you fighting for your life, the song playing in the background was totally lost on you. The smell of smoke of prominent. Was the house on fire? Did Jojo do that? There was no time to think about anything other than surviving!

To your horror, Jojo was singing along to the tune while attacking you with his knife high up in the air:

"You're my world, you are my night and day

You're my world, you're every prayer I pray

If our love ceases to be

Then it's the end of my world for me"

Amongst the flames, Jojo was smiling. How horribly poetic. A song about love while your "lover" was going to kill you in a burning house.

You couldn't even scream. Your voice disappeared. You were in so much pain. Your heart burned like the flames around this house and you were beginning to lose consciousness.

You didn't want to die. You were scared. Too scared to even scream. Too scared to even think. Scared of Jojo.

Scared of dying.

With the last remains of your draining energy, you pulled yourself up on the top of the staircase. Everything was fading away. Your vision became blurry and you could feel your eyelids closing. The flames envelop you. All you could really hear was your damned requiem sung by Jojo.

If our love ceases to be

Then it's the end of my world

End of my world

End of my world for me

[syubits]

haunted house adventures ∞ enemy!jungkook

boo :P sister fic to scintilla 

“But why.” 

“Because Jimin wants to go with Namjoon, and I want to go with Hobi,” Yoongi says with a shrug of his shoulder. The blatant indifference in his answer makes you want to pick up one of the plastic pumpkins and hurl it at his head, but even you think it’s too early into the night to get into an argument with any of them. 

“But I don't want to go with Jungkook.” 

“Then go alone,” Yoongi replies shortly. You bite out a ‘fine’, crossing your arms for a good measure. Hoseok frowns over his (Yoongi’s) scarf wrapped around his neck, a worry wrinkle creasing the space between his brows. 

“That’s not safe, go with Jungkook,” concern etched in his tone. Yoongi is lucky you love Hoseok enough to not have clocked his boyfriend in the face by now, but this time you are adamant to stand by your words. 

“I’ll be fine, I’ll text you if anything,” you insist, softer this time. “Besides. He’s not even -”

“Here.” The actual demon of the carnival emerges through the gates, clad in a tight black shirt and jeans, his loyal red beanie the only colour striking out from the dark outfit. It’s a simple look, but enough to make heads turn and people gawk with cotton candy stuffed in their mouth.

“So that’s settled. See you all back here in an hour or so!” Namjoon announces, and suddenly everyone is gone. 

Great. You grumble a little under your breath, briefly sending Jungkook an annoyed glance before walking off, heading towards the haunted house entrance. You carefully avoid the zombies and masked characters on the way - you weren’t scared, but they tended to chase carnival visitors for fun and you definitely did not want to be sweaty and panting in front of Jungkook. 

You walk past the merry-go-round, then the huge twinkling Ferris wheel, loopy whimsical carnival music playing in the background, almost as loud as the colours adorning the carnival tents and rides around you. The rest of the boys are ahead of you, and you can already see Yoongi tugging a paling Hoseok inside. You watch as Yoongi catches Hoseok’s wrist before their linked hands disappear inside his pocket just as they do behind the flap of the Haunted House tent. 

“You scared?”

You don’t realise you’re standing in front of the rust-coloured tent already until Jungkook asks you with a smug grin. You scoff, nose upturned in a snobby, childish fashion and made your way inside haughtily, the lights behind fading in one swooping motion of the tent flap -

and almost fall over when Jungkook walks right into you. 

“...Why are you just standing in the middle of nowhere?” 

In a flurry of awkward movements, you crab-walked away from where you think he is standing. It’s not that you were scared, you just... couldn't see all that well in the darkness.  A manic-looking clown jumps from your right with a shriek, earning a blank look from you and Jungkook. You both carry on past the huge cobwebs, dusty side tables and a bloody banshee perching on what looks like a broken chair without even flinching, and it would've been perfectly fine if—

“Ow!” You yell and grab on to your nose where it bumps into Jungkook’s hard back. 

“What the hell... again?!” You hear more than see him whip around, squinting at the blurry form in front of you. “I knew it. You’re trailing right behind me ‘cuz you’re a. Scaredy. Cat.” 

“I am NOT,” you cross your arms, then put it back down because it looked more defensive than you intended to. “Fine. I’ll walk in front to prove it to you.” You took two steps and step into a tangle of torn clothes and gracefully fall into a rusty vanity, the fake mirror wobbling precariously. You think you can see Namjoon instead of you in the reflection with the way you have been clumsily bumping into everything (read: Jungkook)  the past ten minutes. 

 “_____? You dead?”

...Maybe you should just admit it so he would stop asking. “I can't see well in the darkness.” 

“...What?”

“I can't see well in the darkness.” 

“I heard you. That was a rhetorical question.” You purse your lips to keep a sigh from escaping it. 

“Wait, so how did you navigate so far?” 

You point to the red beanie glowing on top of his head like a cherry on ice cream. And somehow, in this darkness, you can see the twinkle of glee in his eye upon realising what you just said. 

“Shut up,” you warn. 

“I didn't say anything... But I have an idea.”

“Ugh,” you groan. “Keep it. We’re almost near the exit anyway. Look,” you point to large, wooden door with some light emanating from it. 

“That’s a cupboard, and next to it is our dear Sir Freddy Krueger.” You can imagine Jungkook’s polite smile and the word ‘fool’ contained behind it.

“Oh... I thought that was you. Don't you have a similar red and black sweatshirt?” You think you hear a stifled chuckle from Freddy Krueger himself.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you before you feel something grabbing your hand. 

“Wh- what the hell are you doing?!” 

“Saving your pretty face from bumping into anything else.”

“Excuse me?! I can walk fine on my own,” you huff.

Pretty?

Jungkook jumps when Pennywise appears and does his creepily goofy dance, making you jerk up in a reverse domino effect. You don’t say anything about the way Jungkook squeezes your hand in surprise, and he doesn't say anything about the way you hold on tighter as you hurry past it.

Thankfully, Pennywise was the last thing you encountered before you escape the haunted room. You’re greeted with flashing lights from the swing ride opposite you and also the carnival staff who hands you free candy and a B-rated ghost mask which looked like what kids would get from gas station stores. It was also a chance to let go of your linked hands and pretend it never happened in the first place. 

“Wait, wait,” you call out to Jungkook who was fixing his lopsided beanie. “How do ghosts confess to one another?”

“Huh?”

You plaster the mask to your face. “Will you be my boo?” Typically, you'd get some sort of laugh from the other boys even if it was out of pity (Yoongi, Namjoon) but Jungkook just looks at you blankly before turning on his heel like he didn't hear anything. 

Out here, it’s bright enough to notice it. “Your ears are-”

Jungkook yanks his beanie further down until it almost reaches the back of his neck. 

It’s red, too. 

[pink-imagines]

the necklace

request: could you write something about hawks having to leave the reader because his work was putting them in danger. i'm in the mood for angst, i'm sorry!! 😣

a/n: hope this was enough angst for you!! i really need to make this into a series cuz i have the perfect idea for it!!!!!

warnings: angst, kidnapping, break up

masterlist

requesting rules

When Keigo said that his line of work could get dangerous you never thought much of it. You knew in your heart that even if something did happen it wouldn’t be hard for Keigo to come an save you. You couldn’t even see yourself in such a dangerous situation, surely it wouldn’t happen. Of course you were wrong, it was just your luck. 

A simple wednesday afternoon turned into the most horrible experience of your life. You were just walking home from getting groceries, seeing as Keigo was finally coming home after a long mission you wanted to make him something special. It was getting dark, so you didn’t see much, and your headphones were playing loud music, so you couldn’t hear much either. How could you sense that someone was sneaking up on you? As soon as you turned a corner they ambushed you and sedated you to stop you from drawing attention to them by screaming. 

Keigo had gotten home early and waited for you on the couch and when you hadn’t come home for a while he started getting worried. The fact that you weren’t answering your phone only worried him even more. When your caller ID popped up on his screen he was skeptical at first, but still answered. “We got your partner, Hawks.”, a taunting voice answered, “If I were you I’d hurry up and get to the location we’re gonna send you if you want her to still be around.” “Keigo...”, he could hear you crying in the background. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”, Keigo asked carefully. They hung up and wouldn’t answer him when he tried calling back. Eventually he was sent a video of you being tazed, followed by a location. Even if it was real or not, he couldn’t risk it. Your life was on the line afterall. Don’t tell anyone what you’re seeing, or it’ll only get worse for her. They sent as a final message.

You were thrown in some sort of cell, with you ankles chained so that you couldn’t walk very far. You could walk up to the bars that encased your only exit, but that was as far as you could go. The concrete cell was small but somehow felt immensely big, the only thing you could do was crawl up against a corner and hope for someone, Keigo, to come.

As soon as Keigo reached the premises he took up his phone and sent a text to his agency with his location and a warning that he might need back up.

You woke up to the sound of a fight, people groaning in pain and the sound of skin hitting skin. With a hand over your mouth you tried your best to keep quiet, you didn’t know if what was happening outside your cell was good or bad so you had to be on the safe side. Even so, a quiver escaped yourlips as you heard a body fall to the floor. “Y/N?”, it was Keigo’s voice. “Keigo?”, you whimpered and crawled over to the bars, using them to get to your feet, “Is that you?” “I’m here, don’t worry.”, he said softly as if he hadn’t just knocked about five guys unconcious, “I’ll get you out of there, okay? Just hold on.”

You couldn’t really remember the rest, but you hadn’t blacked out. Here and there you’d get a faint memory of running through a few corridors and seeing other heroes from Keigo’s enemy. Most of your memories were blurry and you can only clearly remember waking up at the hospital. You didn’t have any serious injuries but when you looked beside you to see Keigo, sitting on a chair with his head in his hands, it almost seemed like you were on the brink of death. “Keigo..?”, you managed to croak out. He looked up at you for only a second before standing up and walking to the door, but it only took a second to see the tears in his eyes. “I’ll go get you some water.”, he muttered before leaving you alone in the room. You listened as his steps grew more distant and so did his bond with you. This wasn’t something that either of you could recover from. Even though both of you knew that it wasn’t the other persons fault, that didn’t stop you from losing hope in the normal relationship you’d dreamed of together.  Keigo came back only minutes later with a bottle of water for you, which you took and let out a quiet “thank you”.  “I’ll get my stuff out of your apartment as soon as I can.”, he said bluntly, the emotion that he showed before was now completely gone. “What are you trying to say?”, you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “If I’m putting you in danger by being with you then I have to take responsibility and distance myself. I can’t let something like this happen again.”, he explained, “So it’s better if we go seperate ways...” “But it wasn’t your fault! I was being careless and didn’t pay attention!”, you tried to explain but Keigo had already put up an emotional wall between you. “It doesn’t matter if you were careless. If you had been careless without me being here then this still wouldn’t have happened.”, he raised his voice, “I’m putting you in danger by just loving you!” You felt a tear roll down your cheek and on instinct Keigo tried to reach out and gently wipe it away, but he stopped himself. “Fine.”, you sighed and tried to keep your composure, “Go get your stuff... but let me have my last goodbye when I’m not in the hospital, please.” Keigo nodded before hesitantly walking out of the room.

It didn’t take long before you got out of the hospital and just a few days later Keigo showed up to get his stuff, which you had already packed up in boxes. It wasn’t much, seeing as he didn’t have much, but it felt like it took forever to remove every single trace of him in your apartment. “Thanks for packing up my stuff...”, he muttered as he took one of the boxes in his arms. “... no problem.”, you nodded and went back to sitting on the couch. You tried not to pay attention to him while he was carrying all the boxes down the apartment complex one by one, but that’d be impossible to do. TV was a good distraction, but it didn’t always work- especially not when he said your name. “Hey, Y/N.”, he said which made you turn around. “Yeah?” “Keep this.”, he held out his hand, closed into a fist, and expected you to hold out your hand flat under his. You held out your palm and let him drop a golden necklace onto it. It was a necklace that he usually wore, that meant a lot to him, and it had tiny, golden, wings hanging from the chain. “Why?”, you looked up at him as tears started to speck your eyes, “Don’t you understand that I’ll never be able to stop thinking about you if I keep this? I cleaned out the entire apartment just so that I don’t have to see something that reminds me of you. Why would you give this to me?” “Just let me have one last reason to come see you.”, he uttered huskily, “When I feel like the time is right... I just want one last chance to see you, please.” In a storm of sudden anger you tightly gripped the necklace in a fist and then threw it to the side, not caring where it landed and not caring about the fact that Keigo flinched when you did so. “You’re the one leaving me!”, you shouted, “This was your decision and now you want a way out?! If you’re leaving, then you’re leaving! You don’t get a second chance, not after this!” Yes, it was harsch but they were your true feelings. Maybe you could’ve uttered them in a better way, but everything surrounding you was just too much. “Goodbye then...”, you muttered. “... bye.”, he answered and took the last box with him. The necklace was forgotten on the floor, underneath your favorite armchair, as you curled up in the corner of the couch and cried.

Months went by and you barely left the apartment, only for groceries and sometimes your friends would even help you with that. From time to time one of your friends would stay over, since the fear of being kidnapped still crept up on your spine. It was hard being alone when you used to always have someone sleeping next to you. After a few months of this behaviour your friends got you out of your apartment, sick of your sulking. They understood that you needed time, but you also needed to learn to have fun again before you forgot completely. At first it was simple things; going to a café, taking a walk in a park or sometimes go to a bar. After almost a year they started setting you up on blind dates. They were nice people, but none of them caught your eye. But the point wasn’t for you to find a new lover, it was for you to be able to function normally again. The day came when you had finally finished your studies, university was now behind you and you didn’t have to work a million jobs to pay off your tuition. So you decided that an entire make over was due. You moved around the furniture in your apartment, sorted out your closet and took out the things that you didn’t want or never wore anymore. While you were vacuuming you heard something going up the pipe that definitely shouldn’t have. You had been looking for your lost ring recently and, thinking it was the ring, you opened the vacuum and took out the bag. Even if you really didn’t want to, you opened up the bag and looked through it and something golden caught your eye. You pulled out Keigo’s golden necklace by the pair of wings hanging from the chain. It must’ve been thrown around the other times you were cleaning, since it wasn’t under your armchair anymore. A part of you wanted to throw it back in the bag and never think of it again. The other part of you took over, held it in your hands, and tightly hugged it against your chest. Of course you still missed him, the best years of your life were spent with him, how could you not? With a bit of hesitation you walked to the nearest mirror and carefully put it on. It was the easiest way to make sure you had it with you, in case you met him. Once you gave it to him, this could be over but you weren’t ready to say goodbye just yet. You knew that this would have to be a long journey.

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Carnival of Hearts (Part 3/6) ~ Bucky x Reader College!AU

A/N: Happy Friday my lovelies! Part 3 is here. :) 

This is my entry for @buckysknifecollection​​ ‘s 3k Follower Challenge. Congrats on the milestone lovely! Go check out the blog. Personal fave is Hush (a must read if you’re into soft!Biker!Bucky)

Prompt: Our friends set us up on this carnival date but we’re both pining after someone else and this a bit awkward

Summary: When you’re set up on a carnival date with Bucky Barnes NOTHING turns out the way you expected.

Rating: T

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2090

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When you came back from the restroom, Bucky was sitting at the picnic table scribbling in a notebook.

“So you’re a writer?”

Bucky jumped and snapped the leather bound journal shut.

“I… what? This was just a grocery list.”

You frowned at the obvious lie, but decided not to call him on it opting for a different tactic.

“Oh. Sorry. Nat had mentioned you were doing a minor in creative writing, so I kind of just assumed. Sorry.”

You sat down beside him.

“No apology necessary. And I am doing a minor in creative writing. And that wasn’t my grocery list.”

“I figured.”

You smiled encouragingly.  

“I guess I just don’t consider myself a writer. I mean I want to be… Someday. That’s the dream.”

“Do you write now?”  

“Yeah, but it’s just a hobby.” He shrugged. “I’ve never been published.”  

“You don’t have to published to be a writer. You just have to write.”

“Well when you put it like that…”

“I’m sure that you’re a great. You see the world in a different way. What do you write about?”

He exhaled a laugh, bobbing his head slightly.

“Love mostly. Wanda calls me a hopeless romantic. She’s right of course.”

You nudged his shoulder with your own.

“Well, you’re in good company. Love’s a big topic though.”

“I’ll never run out of material that’s for sure. Recently I’ve been favoring quiet love. Love that comes out of nowhere but that you can find everywhere. Love that surrounds you until you couldn’t be more sure of it.”  

“Wow,” you breathed out. “If that’s just you talking I can’t imagine what your writing must be like.”

Bucky blushed at the praise.

“Thanks, doll.”

“Have you ever shared your writing?”

He hesitated before nodding.

“I have a blog. Anonymous, because I’m so not ready to put my name on anything.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to. But it’s great that you’re putting it out there. If you ever want to share it - not anonymously - let me know.”

You were happy to leave it at that, but Bucky surprised you when he pulled out his phone. You quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.

“You don’t have to show me.”

“I know,” he smiled. “I want to. I’m not sure why. But I want to.”

“I’m honored.”

He scrolled through his phone for a few moments before handing it over.

“Read this one.”

You nodded, and cradled the phone in your hands as you began reading.

 Longing from right beside you.

We embrace, my limbs slow, awkward as if rusted.

Your hand in mine, my cheeks red, hotter than a furnace.

Your smile brighter than the sun at daybreak, it warms me.

It disarms me.

I am seventeen again.

Hiding. Questioning. Unsure.

My desire is benign. It is pure.

Nine o’clock every morning - a new quiet beginning.

Seven o’clock every evening - the sweetest homecoming.  

One press of your lips on mine hits me like a freight car.

I am lost.

I am yours.

 “Wow, Bucky, this is…”

“Terrible. Dry.”

“No. It’s beautiful. And I can feel the emotion. Oh my. You are so talented. Thank you for sharing this with me.”  

“Thanks for not judging me.”

“Why would I judge you?”

“Some people think writing is dumb.”

“I think those people are dumb.”

“I dream of being a published author someday. But every time I start making plans, I’m reminded that writing isn’t a guaranteed career.”

“There are no guarantees in life. And if you ask me, you should take some of your own advice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You told me that you think Sam should be a chef because it’s what makes him special.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, your writing is what makes you special. And you should give it a fair shot. I think the world needs the words of Bucky Barnes.”

“Thank you for that.”

“Any time. I like to aggressively hype up my friends, so you should probably get used to it.”

Bucky’s laugh was deep and booming.

“You’re the best.”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

Bucky let you read a few more pieces, each more beautiful than the last. He had the heart of a man in love.    

“So since you know mine, what’s your dream profession?” he asked as you walked back towards the roller coasters after completing your first circuit.

“Photographer,” you replied without skipping a beat.  

“Damn, I had my money on news anchor.”

“Well, I am a journalism major. It seemed like a safer bet.”

Bucky arched an eyebrow at you.

“You don’t have to say it.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“When did you fall in love with photography?”

You had to think for a moment.

“When I was six or seven, my dad bought me a toy camera and I immediately ran around the house taking a million pictures. And when we got the prints I glued them onto construction paper and taped them up around my living room like it was a gallery that I forced my parents to tour. They were very supportive considering it was mostly blurry pictures of a mop.”

“But I’m sure your passion showed through.”

You smiled appreciatively.  

“Still. But I fell in love with it when I realized that two people can look at the same photo and see a totally different story. And both of them could have a different understanding than the photographer.”

“It definitely illustrates the effect of the consumer’s perspective. That was always my favorite part of literary discussions.”  

“Yes. Totally.”

“Okay, so if journalism isn’t the goal, what is?”

“Freelance photographer I guess. I actually had this idea to make a blog and do weekly photo story prompts, so people could submit their stories based on the pictures and then people could come read and enjoy them. And if it got big enough I could start hosting writing challenges and contests. Steve keeps hounding me to set it up. He says it would give people a chance to fall in love with my photos in a different way.”

“That’s a great idea. I think you should do it.”

“Nah, I doubt anyone would want to do something like that.”

“Are you kidding? It sounds amazing. You would just need to get the word out in the writing community. I would definitely participate.”

“Really?” you asked, excited by the prospect.

Bucky smiled and nodded.

“I might even put my name on it for you.”

After the roller coaster, you made your way to the pirate themed pendulum ride, trying to position yourselves so you’d have your pick of seats by letting a few people go ahead of you.

“Do you have a favorite photograph you’ve taken?” Bucky asked, as you let another family pass you.

You bit your lip.

“That’s a yes. Will you show it to me some time?”

“I can show it to you now if you really want to see it.”

“I would love to.”

You could sense that his interest was genuine so you slipped your phone out of your pocket and opened Instagram.

“This one is my favorite,” you stated, clutching the screen against your chest.

“You don’t have to show me, you know.”

“I know.”

You smiled and with a deep breath turned the phone to show him.

“Umm that’s just the background.”

You looked at it and sure enough you’d accidentally exited the app.

“Damn it. Okay one second. Here we go.”

You showed him the phone with much less fanfare, but his reaction was immediate.

“Wow.”  

You’d taken the photo after dinner one night. Steve was leaning against the wall on the balcony sketching by the light of a full moon and the mini lanterns you’d wrapped around the railing. You had to capture the moment. Steve heard you fumbling with your camera and looked up just in time, a soft smile gracing his features.

“Perfect,” you murmured as you looked at the shot.

“Yeah, you are.”

“Steve’s the one who encouraged me to put some of my photos on Instagram. But I told him I’d only do it, if that was the first one. It’s still my most popular post. Nat says it’s cuz he’s pretty.”

“He is for sure,” Bucky chuckled. “But he’s also soulful. I want to know what makes a man that happy.”

He had his suspicions.

“I think this should be my next post,” you cooed as you showed Bucky the picture of him cuddling the plush wolf you had won him at the ring toss.  

“Delete that.”

“Literally never.”

He pouted. “Come on, please.”

You shook your head.

“Nope. This is my new favorite photo. You’re adorable and I’m never deleting it.”

Bucky had only known you a few hours, but he could tell when he should cut his losses.

“Fine. But if you’re keeping that one. We should at least have a cute one of the both of us.”

“That’s a fabulous idea.”

Bucky moved so he was straddling the bench of the picnic table, and you shuffled so that you were in between his legs. You put your phone in selfie mode and took one photo before a woman approached you.

“Would you like me to take a photo of the two of you?”

“Sure, that would be great!”

You handed her your phone as you and Bucky re-situated yourself so you were sitting side by side. Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder and the stuffed animal sat on your laps.

She took several photos and you were giggling when Bucky had his wolf kiss you on the cheek.  

“Here you go. I took a bunch.”

“Thank you so much.”

“It’s so nice to see a young couple so in love.”

She walked away before you or Bucky could respond. You both shared an unsure expression as an awkward silence fell between you.  

“Do you want to plan out what to do until lunch?” he asked, not making eye contact.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds like a good idea,” you agreed.

That woman’s comment was repeating on a loop as you thumbed through the pictures she took. You did make a cute couple, but despite having a great time with him so far, you weren’t feeling a spark. What if Bucky was though? Had you been leading him on?

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“What? Sorry, Bucky.”

Bucky chuckled and you saw understanding in his expression which made the knot in your stomach loosen.

“Did it freak you out too?”

You laughed half-heartedly. “That obvious huh?”

“Only a little.”

“Don’t get me wrong. Today has been awesome. And you’re fantastic.”

“Thank you.” He bobbed his head in gratitude. “So are you.”

“Thanks. But,” you drew out the word. “I just don’t feel that spark.”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you braced for his reaction.  

“Oh thank god.”

You turned to him with wide eyes.

“I don’t either.”

“You don’t?”  

Bucky shook his head. “You’re amazing. And I really want to be best friends with you. But…”

“That’s all,” you finished for him.

He nodded. You blew out a relieved breath.

“Full disclosure. I think Wanda set this up because she was tired of me pining over someone.”

“You mean Sam?” you asked with a knowing smile.

He was unsurprised you’d figured it out.

“I don’t hide it well, do I?”

“I had my suspicions, but you could probably chalk it up to be being best friends and roommates. But it’s all over your writing.”

“That’s fair.”

“And in the interest of honesty. Nat 100% set me up so I would get over my own dumb crush.”

“On Steve,” he stated matter-of-factly.  

You swatted at his arm when you saw his smirk.

“Don’t be smug.”

“I’m not. I’m amused. Your art gives you away too. The way you see Steve comes through in your photos. They’re beautiful, breathtaking even, but definitely an insight into your heart.”

“Not the worst critique of my work I’ve received,” you joked, making you both laugh.

“This is pretty awkward huh. We’re on this date - which is honestly one of the best I’ve been on - and we’re both pining after other people.”

“Well, at least we’re not pining after the same person. That would be way more awkward. And it’s one of the best dates I’ve been on too.”

“I know that this isn’t what they were hoping for, but I’m really glad that Natasha and Wanda set us up.”

“So am I.”

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Relight that Spark Chapter 4

One shot of how the boys died and what they were thinking when that happened. Basically, everything that happened after they took a bite of the hotdogs

This was inspired by a TikTok I saw.

NOTE: I am NOT a doctor, just did a bit of research. I might have the medical things wrong.

Luke's POV

We sit down on the couch with our mouth-watering hotdogs. "This is awesome you guys. We're playing the Orpheum!" I exclaim. "I can't even count how many bands have played here and ended up being huge! We're gonna be legends." I lift my hotdog up. "Eat up boys, cuz after today, everything changes." We 'cling' our hotdogs together and begin to eat.

"That's a new flavor," Alex says, wiping mustard from his lip.

"Chill man, street dogs haven't killed us yet." Reggie relaxes.

I look down at my hotdog, wondering of Alex is right. But end up mulling over his statement and keep eating. After I finish the hot dog, I start to feel horrible. My body feels hot, like when you have a fever. My abs start to cramp, it feels like I'm being stabbed. I look over at Alex, who is hunched over holding his stomach. I turn towards Reggie and see him throwing up over the couch.

"Maybe we shouldn't have eaten those hotdogs." Reggie says, taking his previous statement back.

"It'll be fine guys, if the hotdogs were bad then we'll just throw them up." I answer.

"Yeah, ok." Alex agrees. Suddenly I feel the need to vomit. I turn around on the couch and lean over.

20 minutes later...

"Guys I don't think we got it out of our systems." Alex states.

"What would 'it' be exactly.?" I ask.

Alex shakes his head. "The bacteria, you idiot."

I nod, feeling to weak to answer. I look over at Reggie. He is ghost-white. "Reg, you're like SUPER pale." I rest my hand on his forehead to see if he's burning up. "Reggie, you're burning up, like a lot." I take my hand of, wincing slightly at the heat left.

"I think we need to call 911."I say and look over at Alex, he's also just as pale. "Alex, your skin went like 3 shades lighter."

"So did yours. I'm calling an ambulance." Alex states, he stands up a little to grab his phone, wincing at the pain movement causes.

"911 what's your emergency."

"Hi um...we ate some bad hotdogs and we don't feel good."

"Ok sir, where are you?"

"Sunset Boulavard. Outside the Orpheum, by Sam and Ella's hotdogs." Alex respond. (Sam and Ella is what the hotdog buissness is called in the show)

"Ok we're on our way."

Alex hangs up. "Now we wait."

I groan from the painful cramps. None of us can even move and we're heating up even more. 5 minutes later the ambulance arrives. "Go go, go, go." The crew says. They take 3 strechers, and put is on. I don't even know what's going on. All I can hear is the crew screaming to load is into the ambulance. All I can see is flashes of people running around, 'What's going on? Where am I? Why is everyone running around? Why am I laying down?' My mind is going crazy and I'm starting to get delusional from the fever. My mind keeps jumping from question to question. But most importantly, "WHERE ARE ALEX AND REGGIE?!" I ask, sitting up lightning fast.

"Shhh, it's ok, lay back down." A nurse instructs, starting to strap me down.

"Why are you strapping me down? I don't want this." I panic again.

"I'm strapping you down so you don't move." She answers, finishing her task.

"B-but where are my friends?" I ask again, starting to get teary.

"They're already in the truck." She answers, softly pushing me back down and putting an oxygen mask on me so I can breathe better. Some of the workers load me into the ambulance. 'Wait, wait, if I'm freaking out what about Alex?' I look over to my left and see Alex having a panic attack. He's hyperventilating and looking around the room. I see his hand hanging out of the stretcher. I grab it to calm him down. His head snaps over at me, his eyes tear-stained and a little red. The oxygen mask over his nose.

"Hey, hey Alex, calm down, it'll be ok." I assure. He nods and grips my hand tighter. Suddenly, I feel a massive pain stab my other arm. I turn my head over and see the same nurse stick a needle inside me.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask, sniffling a bit.

"It's ok just breathe, this'll kill the bacteria." She pats my head and sticks another shot in. I hear the sound of someone crying and look up a bit to see Reggie. His arm is also out, I take the opportunity to grab it.

"Hey Reg, it'll be ok. Just breathe." I say.

"You're right, it's just that I hate needles." He replies.

"I know buddy, I know." I grip his arm tighter.

"His fever is rising!" I hear from my right and turn my head.

"Get more ice to cool it down!" I hear from my left. I feel a stabbing pain from the shot. All I can think to do is hold the boys' hands tighter.Tears slowly roll down my face. I feel something cold be put under my shirt. The cold of the ice and the heat of my body make it burn. "Ahhh!" I scream out, trying to be heard, but there is too much chaos going on. Suddenly I hear a long beep. It a continuous one, I feel my self lose the grip of some of the boys' hands. I turn to see Alex's hand hanging down. "He's dead". I hear the doctor say.

"No,no,no,no.no. No, Alex please no." I beg, looking over and seeing everyone crowding him. I see the doctor try to shock him back to life with some shocker thingys. After load of tries, it doesn't work. "Keep trying, don't give up on him!" I yell. That same nurse comes over to me. I see her name tag and desipher a name, even if my eyes are blurry from tears. Jenniffer.

"I'm sorry, he's gone." She tells me, stroking my hair out of my face.

"No, no,no there has to be a way." I say, begging her to give me something.

"I'm sorry," Jenniffer says and walks away.

I look over to Alex's body, not moving not breathing. "NO. ALEX!!!" I scream, the pain in my voice. Tears stream down my face, in large amounts. I cry so much, my face getting super puffy. Just then, I hear another long beep. I turn towards Reggie. I'm slowly losing grip on his hand. I lose grasp of it and it falls. "He's dead too." I hear again. I see his lifeless body just laying there. Even more tears come down. I sob, mourning the death of my 2 best friends.

"I'm all alone." I whisper. Suddenly, I droop my eyes down a little, my whole life flahes before my eyes.

The first time I got a guitar, meeting Reggie, meeting Alex, meeting Bobby. Forming the band. Playing our first gig. Everything, then I see my parents. 'Oh no, my parents.' I think. ' Why did I run out on them?' My eyes start drooping again. Jenniffer comes over, I grab her hand, "Jenniffer, can you do me f-favor?" I ask whispering. She nods. "Can you please tell my par-" I long beep is heard in the background. My eyes close and I let go of her. 'Keep dreaming like we'll live forever, I guess that didn't happen.' I think, before my brain shuts down.

I float out of the ambulance. I get to this dark room, there's no one here. I see a bright light shining on someone. "God?" I ask, wondering who it is.

"No even better." I hear. I step closer and see Alex and Reggie. I run up to them and hug them. I cry on their shoulders, they do the same. "We were gonna be legends." I whisper.

"We were." They responds. I hug them tighter and we all cry.

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/26865526/chapters/65721589

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Rewatching Guardian - Episode 03 Part 3/3

Episode List || Part 1 | Part 2 || Episode 04

SPOILERS for upto episode 40, SPOILERS for the novel.

No, Shen Wei gets you. He understands all too well. Zhao Yunlan to Shen Wei is what Zhang Ruonan is to Wang Yike.

This had me so confused the first time. Why did she attack Shen Wei? Is it that he was close to Zhang Ruonan but had no idea what had happened/didn’t help her? Or is it that she thinks because they’re close Shen Wei would take advantage of Zhang Ruonan in the future? Why did she think that and she decided to kill him on what basis?

But then I got it. Earlier in the episode, when Zhang Ruonan had run up to Shen Wei to talk about switching for the engineering 4 class, Shen Wei had offered her the cake he got from that class because he doesn’t eat sweets.

At that time Wang Yike was watching. Giving cakes is a normal, nice gesture in Haixing. But Wang Yike is new to Haixing customs and stuff. The only correlation to “giving cake” she has is what happened to Zhang Ruonan. And the cake was being given to Zhang Ruonan again.

That’s why she decided to come for Shen Wei.

I only realized after noticing the blurry red blob on the stars in the background and then the strange camera angle in the next shot, which turns out to be from Wang Yike’s perspective.

From that distance, she probably couldn’t hear what was being said. So she didn’t know that Shen Wei didn’t get this cake to specifically give it to Zhang Ruonan. This doesn’t help with the misunderstanding.

... Such acting, much wow... (Not you, Zhu Yilong, you did great <3)

Zhao Yunlan, careful, your Concerned Boyfriend is showing. xD

W-Where did her lipstick go...? And the eyeliner and mascara?? Did Wang Yike suck that up too???

And, like... that’s some awful old-person makeup... It’s so bad I can’t. You can tell the wrinkles are drawn on. TT~TT

I’m sorry, but I just cannot deal with this. Why would her lipstick disappear?! xD

“I don’t know”, not “It’s not possible”. Hm. Okay.

Let’s remember this for later.

Zhang Ruonan! Did not! Deserve! Any of this!

QAQ

A lot of people see these two as being romantically involved, and to those people I say: Your opinion is valid. V_V *sage nod*

I see it now that I read someone mention it in a comment.

OH

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS

So I think this means that Zhu Jiu sowed the seed of vengeance in Wang Yike’s mind. It’s been a month since the incident and Wang Yike only started to take revenge now. And it can’t be that Zhang Ruonan just didn’t share it with her until now because the two are obviously very close.

And Zhu Jiu’s involvement could also have something to do with Wang Yike attacking Shen Wei. It might not have been just because of the cake giving.

Zhu Jiu didn’t know that Shen Wei was Hei Pao Shi at this point though. He still could’ve instigated Wang Yike to overthink the gesture and kill Shen Wei because the more trouble there is, the better it is for him apparently.

Idk. The villains’ plans never made much sense to me tbh. I got the general idea but why they’d do small stuff like these, I have no idea.

But how did Zhu Jiu know Professor Shen neutralized Wang Yike’s power?

Here’s a horrifying thought. Everytime there’s a view from outside the office into it from an odd place, that’s Zhu Jiu’s spy’s POV. 

You could argue that Shen Wei would notice with his Dixing senses, and to that I say: Dixingren powers.

Anyway, just a thought.

Ugh Zhu Jiu stop, you’re cringey.

Lin Jing is right.

That’s exactly what happened, Zhu Hong. xD

Yayy! They get a happy ending!

... Kinda. See, Zhang Ruonan is still very “old”. Unless her condition is fixed, she’s gonna die very soon because she’s just a regular human.

And I was pretty bummed out about it before I rewatched the episode. But while watching I realized that the show ended Zhang Ruonan and Wang Yike’s story with an open end instead of a sad one like I thought it did.

Earlier Zhao Yunlan told Wang Yike that if she can take it, she can give it back too, and she said she didn’t know how to.

If at some point Shen Wei ‘learns’ Wang Yike’s power with his own, learns the ins and outs of it, then Zhang Ruonan can be cured.

I assume that because Shen Wei probably learnt so many powers over the course of his life, he would find it easier to figure it out than Wang Yike.

There are other factors like if Shen Wei learnt the power, would he be able to pause it or would he not have any control over it like Wang Yike., or like if there is a limitation to what kind(s) of powers he can’t learnt, etc.

This is the first case where we get to see Hei Pao Shi daren let Dxingren under his watch go. ^u^

Something that keeps bugging me, though, is that in every other cases, Wang Yike’s powers seem to take effect and kill immediately. So how come after getting touched, Zhang Ruonan still stayed alive for long enough to be shifted to the sofa, exchange touching words and loving touches, share precious memories and for Shen Wei to save her?

Had Zhang Ruonan really developed some level of resistance to Wang Yike’s powers after having spent so long with her? Or was this a sloppines from the writers?

Xiao Guo is so precious.

Shen Wei... Q~Q

Zhao Yunlan... QAQ

XIAO GUO...! TTATT

Famous last words from Zhao Yunlan lmao.

(I’m so sorry, I put the screenshots in the wrong order when making the collage asdfhjkl I only noticed now that I’m making the post. The mere thought of putting in the work to making another one on my phone and getting it to my computer is draining me so please excuse this. Dx)

Shen Wei putting on his glasses to shift to Professor Shen mode.

This made me so tense the first time.

Zhao Yunlan just had to go and get a crush on someone as suspicious as Professor Shen didn’t he. xD Poor thing. V_V xD

He looks so upset and done at the end lol

I’m only laughing now cuz I know what happens next. But even so, I’m tempted to start episode 4 RIGHT NOW cuz the suspense is bothering me.

Zhu Jiu, congratulations on being somewhat intimidating again!

Oof. This episode was an absoulute nightmare when it came to taking screenshots. The characters, specially Zhang Ruonan, move so fast that the screenshots are either blurry and awkward when there are suitable subtitles, or I just miss something because it gets too fast to take a screenshot of.

[anyhao-archived]

okay since i didnt do a fan account for last time i saw vav, i decided i absolutely needed to do it this time especially since jacob was there this time. ill put this under a read more since i ended up talking a lot lol. but a few highlights from last year though real quick:

my mom went with me and she fell in love with st.van who seemed very impressed that a mother liked him so much jdkflgh

ace gets more attractive every time and. red is his color no one else can wear red except him

baron was exceptional at fan service as always

they changed their choreo for it to work for 6 people and i was very sad. but very impressed that they learned it all again

im sure theres more but thats all i can remember specifically off the top of my head. and it was over a year ago oops smh i shouldve wrote it down. anyways this year snapshots were rly expensive so i only got one with jacob and it was so so so worth it. the absolute love of my life apple of my eye my entire WORLD

i personally enjoyed this year much better than last year for a few reasons: it was the same venue who now knew what to do lol and not scrambling like last year. also the sound quality was... off. last year. could hardly hear vocals but this year it was BEAUTIFUL. also!!!! JACOB was there! that on its own makes it worth it for me! also my friend was there with me this year too hehe

also heres my fan account from 2 years ago (the first time i saw vav, with jacob) in case anyone wants to read that one too

ANYWAYS: the fansign. was much more rushed than previous years but that makes sense with the sheer volume of people there. i dont remember what i said to at least half the members lmao but i did tell jacob that i was happy he was here this time and that i missed him. also i literally went mute when i saw ace hahaha

i told lou and st.van thanks for coming (i think?) and originally i was gonna tell lou yeehaw cuz he was wearing a cowboy tie thing but i forgot. 

also ziu kept saying my name over and over except he kept pronouncing it wrong dsjhkgfl that letter ㄹ can be pronounced both as an R and an L. so my name is maiRin but he kept saying maiLin. props to him for trying again and again though lol. ziu’s handshake was so so hard too lol like he wouldnt let go so i told him he had a great handshake and he was like :))) YOU TOO!!. hes so loud and energetic lol

during the hi touch i kept thinking about how tall they are!!! like they mustve grown since last year lmao or maybe i shrunk?? anyways me and my friend made a heart together for the group photo

the concert was FUCKING AMAZING!! like i said they fixed the sound problem from last time so they sounded sooo good. they did all my fave songs except for abc but apparently ayno choreographed runway specifically for the tour bc so many of us wanted it lol

god. ace unbuttoned his shirt during poison and i think my soul left my body. and baron did that tummy tease by lifting up his sweater..... how can they do such a thing to me... im losing my voice and i can pinpoint the exact song why: dance with me. and spotlight. i screamed all those lyrics believe me!! 

ALSO THE STAGE PART?? where they called fans up on the stage? i got SO embarrassed secondhand. the 30 second eye contact made me so nervous that poor girllooked like she was abt to pass out. and then ayno kept coming closer and baron worked together w/ him and made sure she couldnt walk backwards and THEN? WHAT THE FUCK DOES AYNO DO he uses baron as a wall and does the FUCKING WALL SLAM!!!!!!!!! i dont think we screamed louder than at that moment. i couldnt watch some of the fan service it was just. so much.

and at the end!! baron did a huge dance break for poison’s encore stage and he was so close to me. he looked so fluffy and soft but also s*xy in that turtleneck sweater... 

during ending ments. people started chanting for jacob bc he wasnt there last time and i (cry emoji) as well as chanting ‘best leader’ for st.van. god i love vampz so much. st.van also took a pride flag and wore it too it was nice

and now: the snapshot session. unfortunately i only could afford one and i got mine with jacob. so some background knowledge: in their first concert i also took a pic with jacob where we did the E.T. pose where the tip of our fingers touch and. it was DESTINY OK the flash reflected off the glass behind us and lit up the exact spot where our fingers met and.. i cried when i saw it LMAO. 

SO! i brought that snapshot with me this time to show him!!! and i was able to thanks to some sneaky moves using my sweater and he was like :O but i dont think he focused on the E.T part he was more like: omg u took a pic with me before?? (like he was surprised he has fans? bitch i LOVE you you have so many fans what a humble boy but also. he needs to know hes got fans!!!!) and i was like yes!!! i saw you before!! :^) very happy abt it! and then we took the pic.

and our pose was him wrapping his arm around me. it was so sweet he held up his arm so i could come snuggle up near him and i wanted to literally DIE. and our pic together is so cute ill add it at the end!!!! and this time i did not run away lmao (spoiler 1st time i took a pic with him i ran away and the staff had to tell me to come back so he could say bye) dhfsjgk 

AND i said bye to him without stuttering!!! he smiled so brightly at me ;; and then he said: ill see u again. cant wait to meet you again. and my heart fuckin BURST. he wants to see me again!!!!!! bitch i wanna see u again for the rest of my LIFE!!!!!!!!

anyways im in my jacob feels in particular today now but also all the members were beautiful and talented and wonderful and it was just such a great night. i love them so so so much i would do anything for them

ok so ignore how i look but this is our snapshot: its a polaroid and we look so cute and happy together i wanna cry. i miss him already. apologizes for the blurriness and random lights its hard to take a pic of a polaroid lol

[skittlewaffle]

Heartstrings

Chapter Two: A Sign

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A glint of orange light from the sun hit against my closed eyes. Morning had come, its rays flooding the atmosphere. With a sigh, I pushed myself off the concave wall of glass, looking down to spot the layered cliffs below. Thinking about my plan for today’s expedition, I wearily started to pick myself up. But suddenly, as I looked beyond my dull reflection in the glass, something not too far away caught my attention, sending a shock through me. It was a faint glimmer coming from a mountain slightly shorter than mine. I rubbed my eyes, not believing what they were showing me. I went through the facts in my mind. Firstly, I know that it’s not nighttime; there can’t be any stars out. Secondly, I might not be fully awake. Maybe my dreams were trying to make its way into my perception of reality? But thirdly, this has never happened to me before. Could it be…

“Good morning, Ametrine.”

Her voice startled me into a standing position. “Stratus, what’s going on out there?” I said, pointing to a large platform of pinkish rock. From the middle of that point stood one of those small pedestals. Right above it rested a floating octahedron. But what was normally a dormant white was now a mixture of colors joining into one blinking light.

“I am detecting signals from the Diamonds’ palace. The communicators still appear to be functional and are receiving these signals as well.”

Without another word, I nodded and dashed off to the elevator.

I knew in my head that whatever was going on with the communicators had nothing to do with me. The Lilac Plateaus had no place on any living being’s map; by extension, there was no reason to be contacting anyone who lived here. Whatever they have to say to me will probably mean nothing. But there was still that desire in me to see something more than rocks and flowers. One current event going on somewhere in the universe, many of which I’ve missed out on until this very moment. The chance to see something actively unfolding elsewhere the barren mountains in which I’ve been isolated.

I ran across bridges, climbed some rocks, and jumped between cliffs. Hundreds of years of living here provided me extensive knowledge of this place, like every feature was part of a map built into my brain. Not only that, but I was very skilled in traversing terrain as difficult as this.

It wasn’t too long before I finally made it to the communicator. The message had long since stopped playing, but the light was still blinking. Up this close, I could see the exact colors the device was made of: the colors of every Diamond. With every flash of light, the device made an electronic beep. For the first time in my life, I took the communicator into my own hands. I simply let the light flood me… I don’t know how to work these things.

But with just one light tap, the octahedron became two pyramids, drawing away from each other to pull out a screen. It expanded slowly, letting out short glitches before blurry images on the screen began to take a sharper form. My eyes widened.

“Once upon a time, the Gem Homeworld was ruled by Diamonds: White, Yellow, Blue, and the littlest Diamond, Pink.”

…Was?

“While the other Diamonds conquered many worlds across the galaxy, Pink had only one — the planet Earth. One day, Pink fled the comforts of Homeworld. On Earth, she made a new home, new friends, and finally, new life, giving up her form to bequeath her gem to her half-human son.”

Majorly confusing, but… intriguing.

“Without Pink, gemkind entered an era of despair. But when Steven Universe learned of his heritage, he reunited with his fellow Diamonds and championed a new era of peace and freedom across the furthest reaches of space.”

The view shifted to reveal the face of the very owner of my home colony, White Diamond. I eagerly leaned forward, taking in every single word.

“And now, dear gems everywhere, I’m pleased to announce that Steven is finally ready to take his rightful place on Pink Diamond’s throne!”

I tilted my head as the screen showing White Diamond’s face went down to a strange new gem called Steven.

“How’s it going, everybody? I know you all might be thinking of me as the new Pink Diamond, but you don't have to put me on a throne.”

...?

“I already have a rightful place, and it's on Earth. It's a beach house where I live with my friends, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl. As much as I loved dismantling the empire and saving all your planets, I can't wait to get home and spend some quality time with my friends.”

She- I mean.. he... had a friendly sparkle in his eyes as the broadcast ended, shortly after a few murmurs were exchanged by a couple other gems in the background. I was honestly so full of questions. This is a feeling I haven’t had in a while.. curiosity. The kind that really makes you think. Somehow, this one short message was enough to power on my imagination again. How long ago was this? What all happened during this supposed previous era? Who exactly were Pink’s friends? ...Where was Pink?

The communicator immediately shut itself closed. I looked up at the morning sky and pondered these unanswered questions in my head. When stumped, I replayed the message from Steven and the Diamonds, trying to pick up missed clues.

All the buzzing thoughts were hard to keep track of. From out of my glowing gem I pulled out a device visually similar to the communicator. This is a projector, a tool invented exclusively for Ametrines to take notes on and write their thoughts. I compiled my questions and possible answers on organized slides. I kept the communicator and brought it back to my Cloud, knowing I���d have a lot of thinking to do.

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This new occurrence actually brought me and Stratus something worthy of discussion. I exchanged my own theories to her about the history of the eras I have missed. She replied with approval of my creativity, as well as with a bit of knowledge about the roles of higher ranked gem authorities. For the rest of the day, instead of exploring again, I remained on my own mountain, pondering the message from this Steven.

On my own, after writing down everything I thought about the message as it applied to history, I began to wonder how this applied to me.

The main point of the message I picked up was that, for some reason, Pink was no longer part of the Diamond Authority; and the empire was dismantled, rendering the conquered worlds independent. This was the doing of Steven, after he took her place.

I don’t know Steven. I don’t even know the Diamonds. I don’t know a society or friends. If I’m being real, I hardly know myself.

But if there’s something I do know, it’s that none of these people had any effect on me. I was never obligated to answer to anyone, or even to follow the Diamonds’ established laws. As a result of Steven’s newfound authority, the colonies were set free; but this one never mattered. I had always been free to do as I pleased in the plateaus.

So… The new event was fun while it lasted. It brought about exciting development, even if only for a moment.

But I think I’m happy where I am now.

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(A/N: Surprise, fools >:D New chapter is out!! uwu I need advice tho.. at some point should I switch to third person omniscient? If possible, please reply / reblog and lemme know ur opinion! Feedback on the fic overall is also welcome~ I hope u enjoy 💖 Have another Ametrine you’ve already seen cuz I still don’t have a cover-)

[onceaponamidnightdreary]

The Crimson Crusader

Ksk--ksk--testing-sks- ello- ske- esting one to three, testing one two three. Alright, we’re live. Greetings civilians. This, as you may not know, is the Crimson Crusader, your average vigilante that you don’t know and love to hate. Though, I ain’t your average vigilante. Why, I’ll get to that later. I’m perched on a rooftop, doing my daily patrol. It’s about ten at night and things are a little low, crime-wise. You may want to know why I’m broadcasting this recording, as people like us like to keep our identities hidden. It won’t matter, you won’t find me on any records, or government documents, those have been burned. Heck, I don’t know why I’m doing this myself, but I’ve gotten tired of all you conspiracy theorists. This is my story, where I came from.

See, I was born and raised in the town of Lindhold, of which you are probably familiar. You see it on the news all the time, all the crimes and the rich people up the hill. See, the town was divided into three parts, the Uppers, the Middle, and the Slums. Figure it out by yourself what they mean. O’course, I just happened to be born in the worst part of town. Down there, we didn’t call it Linkhold, nah, to us, it was known as Fester. Cuz everything was always rott’n and festering, the buildings, the food, the people. ‘Specially the people. I was born in a dead-end alley-way with one-eyed alleycat as my nursemaid. The first thing I saw, apparently, was the cat hissing as me. Funny enough, I’ve always loved the creatures after that.

My mother named me Angel Crimson Aldrich, though nobody called me Angel. You called me by my middle name, or you didn’t talk to me at all. Why my mother named me this, I didn’t know. I was as far from Angel as you could get. She said it’s cause I looked like one, with my sienna-pale skin, slate-grey eyes. And white-blond long hair. I cut it the next day, lopped off the sides and the back and it stayed that way ever since, wild in a devil-may-care way. Nothing to grab. One thing I couldn’t figure out was my last name. Aldrich. My mother's name was Evalin Savanna, so I figured it was my father. Never knew him, but I hated him all the same. It was ‘cause of him that my mom suffered. Never even paid a stupid child support check. I bet he didn’t even know I existed.

I lived with my mom in a rotting wooden flat, just the two of us. She died when I was five, pneumonia. Never had the money to afford the medicine.

The tenant evicted me and I spent the next two years as a street-urchin, pickpocket extraordinaire. Don’t feel bad for me, I was’n the only one. Hell, those streets were riddled with kids like me. Nobody batted an eye. It was just life in the town of Fester. I went to elementary school, I was smart for my age. The school was deplorable, a library the size of a cupboard, overcrowded classrooms, you name it. Dropped out at age six. From then on, my life moved on faster. At seven, I joined my first gang, held my first gun at nine, and killed my first man when I was eleven. Those streets make you grow up fast.

When I was thirteen I was lucky enough to run with a gang called the Crusaders.

Sound familiar?

I kept with them, moved up ranks. I was smart, I followed orders, I was ruthless, I fought like a demon. At fifteen I was the right hand girl to the leader, a chick called Smoky, cause of her eye-shadow. She was like an older sister to me, teaching me everything I knew. She was the toughest person I know, and it ain’t easy for a girl on the streets. You learn to survive, to not trust. She died in a gang fight, promoting me with her dying words. I was sixteen and I became leader to the second largest gang in Fester. Back then, gangs were everything. You paid homage to the right gang or you died trying. Turf wars were battles that decided life or death. We controlled five city blocks, and they were everything and we gave everything to defend them. But the Crusaders weren’t your average gang. I doubt any gang led by a woman is. See, we didn’t deal drugs, ammo, or counterfeit money. And I know you’re wonderin’ what we did do. See, ‘Crusaders’ means a person who fought in the Crusades, a medieval battle for Christianity or something. But today, it comes to mean someone who uses vigorous, aggressive movement for the defense or advancement of an idea or cause. That's what we did. Since the police were useless and usually bought off by a gang, crime raged rampant in Fester. If you walked down town at night, it was extremely likely that you would be mugged, shot, stabbed, or kidnapped.

Or all of the above.

So me and my gang, we dealt out justice, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth situation. But we had a very meticulous system. If you stole, the first question we would ask is why. If you stole to feed your family, we would let you go. If you stole because of greed, we would take double what you took. And thrice the second time. The third time, we cut off your hand. If you murdered for revenge, we understood that. If you killed for power, for gain, for absolutely no reason at all, well, then you died. If that made us bad people, we didn’t know. But it was the only type of justice we knew and we were good at it. We also stole from the Uppers, the rich, white folk in their god-awful fancy McMansions. They never walked in our lower part of town, didn’t bat an eye at the crime and the poverty, didn’t know an’ didn’t care that one peice of furniture in their house could feed an entire family for a year. Man, we hated them, them in their fancy cars and clean clothes. Worst of all, they did nothin’ to deserve it. They were all born into money, like their parents before them. And their parents before them. So we stole from them, hacked into their bank accounts, emptying ‘em little by little.

Wait- sks there's something,- sks- I’ll be back- sks-(Gunshots and yelling in background. Thumps and bodies hitting the wall.)

Sks- ksk- krshhh-sks-kay I’m back. There was some idiot who thought he was at the top of the food chain ‘cause he had a gun. Now he’s got a major concussion and the entire police station in his face.

Idiot.

So I should probably tell you about some people that were in my crew. Every gang has a crew, the inner circle basically, then a few runners, people that send messages and help with other stuff but aren’t there fulltime and lastly, your hoard, which were people that were under your protection that other gangs couldn’t touch but only ran favours for you now and then. My crew and I were real tight, we had to be, watching each other's backs and all.

My right hand man was a guy called Leon, smart as a whip and tough as a shark, and man he could get things done. He used to run with the Sidestreet Shavers, I think, before they kicked him out ‘cause he saved a little girl's life. I heard, took him in, and he’s been loyal ever since.

My tech guys, the hackers, was a girl, ex-heroin addict nick-named Half Print, and her sweetheart, a thin, skinny blond guy called Stevie. And damn, were they good at their job. I had no doubt they could hack the Pentagon if they wanted. They had an extensive blackmail file on everyone. You know, just cause.

My muscle, two brothers, only two years apart, named Cork and Neal, just your average for-hire thug, buzz-cut, 6 foot 2, tattooed knuckles, that kind of thing. But they had good hearts, you know, real softies when you got to know them. They lived on the streets before they busted a dog-fighting ring and I gave them my protection. Genuinely good people are hard to come by.

I also had a spy/assassin, a mute girl named Stiletto, cause of her preferred weapon, and her girlfriend who was my scout, Hatchet, an african-american girl who ran away at age ten thanks to her abusive and homophobic father. She also had the largest library of curse words known to mankind, including some in different languages.

We all suffered. We all dreamed. And that's what made us different from other gangs, you know? Nobody in the god-forsaken town of Fester had ever dreamed. The place just sucked the hope right outta you. We were a group of hopeless dreamers, wishing for something more than this hellhole. We wanted to go to college, to travel, to help others like us. But we can’t. Can’t afford any of it.

Which brings me to the next part of my story.

It was dangerous, living in a gang. You run the risk of getting beat up and shot.

Which was exactly what happened to Stevie.

Now we weren’t as close as Me and Leon but we were still great friends. And looking at his broken and bleeding figure I wasn't thinking clearly. He was the most fragile out of my crew, and I thought he was dead. So we did the worst thing possible.

We called 911.

We were gang members with a bleeding dying figure on our hands. But we were hysterical and young enough that they didn’t arrest any of us. They let Half Print ride in the ambulance and the rest of us ran. Straight on ran the six blocks to the hospital.

The news was grim.

He was alive but in a coma. Busted rib cage, punctured lungs, ruptured organs, several broken bones. They needed to do surgery or else he wasn’t gonna live. We agreed, saying that we would pay them back.

The price came to $530,000.

We didn’t have that type of money.

Hell, we didn’t even know how to get that type of money.

But Hatchet heard about a government program that needed willing human volunteers to experiment on. They were offering $600,000.

We argued about who should go, everyone offering themselves. I told them it was my duty, as leader and left without a word. I appointed Leon as the head until I returned. No one mentioned what we were all thinking, that they might never see me again.  

From then on, everything becomes a little blurry.

The scientists didn’t bother using anesthesia, so I remembered pain. Lots of pain. They took my right eye, too. Replaced it with a mechanical one. After the experiments, I trained, and everything became a haze. I learned weapons use and types of fighting styles, my drugged up mind not even questioning it. They made me stronger, faster, with inhuman reflexes. There were 20 volunteers of people desperate enough to need the money.

After a year, there were only three left, including me. I still don't remember what happened but apparently I killed them. Then I burned down the government building. The head scientist escaped, a man called Dr. Armada.

Then I went back to my gang.

They pressured me to tell them what happened, how I was stronger then normal, stronger than human.

I didn’t have a lot of answers to give them. They were excited for my powers, as they called it. They wanted to use it to stop crime, to do the things we strived to do.

I told them no. I didn’t want to be like the superheros in New York. Nothing good came out of that, look what happened to Tony Stark. Dead after saving the world. I wanted to lay low after all that had happened.

We had a fight, … and… I left. One of the greatest regrets of my life. As I was heading out, I heard a girl crying out for help, with my inhuman hearing. I got there without thinking and stopped the guy attacking her. It was laughably easy. I realized that they were right and I headed back to apologize.

And I will never forget this, as I headed back, the warehouse doors were wide open and the moonlight illuminated red stains on the floor.

Blood.

I rushed in but it was too late. Wide, glassy eyes, bodies cold and stiff. And I heard a gasp to my right. It was Stiletto, the girl who never spoke in her damn life. She looked at me and… I-I’ll never forget this. She said “Remember Crimson, doing what is right is not always easy. But doing’ what is easy is not always right.”

And then she was dead.

I swore then and there that I would become what they wanted to be. The dreams they never had, the fight they always wanted.

I became, in honour of them, the Crimson Crusader.

That is me, Angel Crimson Aldrich, signing off, for now.

[exmateriadead]

There’s supposed to be a sense of family when you travel with someone for a really long time. Something that brings you together. Highways, open and free land colored green then an empty yellow then green again. Rest stops if there are any,hotels and motels and the “ok” coffee in them. But he was in the passenger seat of a car going so fast all he knew were blurry lines and the soft buzz of the engine. One of his feelers gave him the news of a massacre in The south of Georgia, something gone wrong when a group of militant church goers and there families were all gone. 

Signs of a struggle were obviously there, the old yellow school bus they were on filled with blood and innocent guts splattered and gritted against the windshields. And there were no bodies left behind just blood and bullet holes. It sounded like Amon, sounded like a very hungry and angry Amon. His source said the bus was left on the side of the road. Humans investigated concluding it was some type of occult. Whatever their conclusions were it was useless- didn’t matter. Jhora told Fenrir as he was supposed to and fifteen hours later they were driving down the long stringy highways of Atlanta and heading north towards the state-route 19 to Lumpkin County. 

This was probably the longest they had ever been in one place together. Sitting side by side made no difference. There was no comradery brewing between them, no motel room they’d share or continental breakfast they’d make. They had only one place to go and that place was Auraria, Georgia, just to find someone, no friendships promised. This, Jhora thought would be the frame to their lives now. Together but apart no matter where they were. He told himself he liked it that way because honestly-he wasn’t so fond of this either. He didn’t want to be around Fenrir more then he needed. Anytime he’d reach for something or scurry about, Jhora would watch him carefully. He’d watch his big hands and how they moved. Steering wheel, gear shift, rear view mirror, gear shift again, a tight grip on the steering wheel now and then over and over. Seemed everyone was full of patterns Jhora thought, even Gods driving down a highway. 

He was about to fall asleep when the car shifted off the asphalt and into the green plains around them. Jhora’s eyes were awake, his senses sharpened as he followed Fenrir out of the car. They knew Amon would have been long gone, but if she were here there’d be a scent. They only needed a hint of a smell and they’d have some type of direction. Amon was a bitch for this he had to admit. This sick game she wanted to play was never fun from the get-go. He followed behind Fenrir and stopped when he did. They reached the bus it was a couple of meters away from them, sitting on a hilly crevice in the middle of the grassy field.  The nose of the bus was facing them, a dingy yellow thing  that was more orange then anything. It gleamed scuffed and coppery and it’s color stood out as background for something etched on to the hood of the bus. 

There names were written in what could only be guessed as blood. Big letters brushed on by a steady hand, and right under it was the bus’ stop sign. “Jhora  Fenrir. STOP.”

Jhora stood next to Fenrir, there was a small smile growing from the corner of his lips. He wasn’t sure as to why but it was there, tugging at a very polite anger. “Well, she’s definitely trying to give us a message.” It was a rancid jibe, truthfully. Jhora couldn’t care less anymore. At least it’s what he thought, what he wanted to feel. 

“Must we trek on for her? You’ve gotten your answer. So why can’t we go home again?” He smiles, “cuz you say so, right?” 

@armsdealing