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nctzenluvies · 3 years ago

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HIS PARTY

𝖏𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓 𝖝 𝖋. 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖙 , 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖉 , 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 , 𝖉𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖗𝖆𝖜 𝖘𝖊𝖝

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you were walking outside of the school and of course, it was a friday, meaning everyone was getting their invites to the popular kids "frat party". all you knew about the parties, is that they consisted of drinking, weed, and apparently drugs too. you genuinely didnt expect for anyone invite you.

"hey, y/n!" someone said behind you.

"hi?"

"remember? its me, cay!"

"oh yeah! hi! whats up?"

"well, i got permission to invite some people to this weekends party, and we had a few extra slots so, i thought to invite you!"

"oh? sure, i can go.. but when is it?"

"tomorrow night, i can text you the address, your number is still the same right?"

"yeah, it is. thanks so much!"

"of course, do you need a ride?"

"no thanks, ill have my friend drop me off."

cay walked away and went to the back of the school as you got into the bus and sat next to one of your friends, that happened to also be invited to tomorrows party.

after about 10 minutes, the bus had finally made it to you and your friends neighborhood. you got off the bus, said your goodbyes to your friend and walked home. once you got home, you went up to your room and unpacked your things.

"dude, i cant believe we both got invited to that tomorrow." your friend said on the phone.

"i know! should we make outfits?"

"uh.. yess?!"

the two of you made outfits and got opinions from one another. your friend had to hang up because their mom called them, so you just decided to make a list of stuff you needed to bring.

"gum... chapstick, tissues? do i need that?"

you threw what you could pack now into your bag, and got pajamas to go take a shower.

you took a quick shower, and went down to your kitchen to make food. you made something simple with what you had in your fridge. after eating, you watched netflix for an hour or two, then went to your room to sleep.

~~~~~

𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅..

your alarm went off, it was 10 in the morning. you got up, and got ready in a comfy outfit for the day. you had planned to spend a few hours with your cousins at the mall, then go home and get ready for the party.

your cousin picked you up, you guys went do the mall, got coffees, ate food, and shopped around for 3 hours.

your friend was at a store nearby, so she went to come pick you up.

"hey! did you have fun?" she asked.

"yeah, i got a bunch of stuff haha."

"thats good! you could use something for tonight!"

"true, is that what youre wearing tonight?"

"no, i just went to the shop to get groceries, so of course not."

"thats what i thought."

you two blasted music on the way back to her house. you got there, helped he put the groceries away, and walked back to your house. you just chilled for about an hour before getting ready.

you hopped out of the shower, and called your friend.

"hey, y/n. whats up?" cay answered.

"nothing, i just wanted to ask if there was a specific timing we needed to be there?"

"nope, you just have to be there by nine."

"oh alright. see ya!"

you dried you hair, and got a cute dress your cousin had bought you at the mall. you were packing a bag and your best friend called you.

"hey y/bsf/n, why you callin me?"

"nothing, i just wanted to let you know im leaving soon. so get your bag ready."

"will do."

you finished packing, got a water bottle, went to the bathroom, and walked out to see y/bsf/n waiting in her car out-front of your house.

"hey bitch! get in, lets go!"

the two of you headed out, screaming about each others outfits.

you pulled into a huge driveway leading up to a mansion. of course, the popular kids cars were pulling in as you parked.

"oh hey y/n!" cay said behind you.

"hey!"

"well, welcome i guess? let me show you around."

he showed you around his friends house, as someone caught your eye.

you pointed towards some really cute guy in the corner, "hey cay, who is that?"

"oh him? thats jaehyun, hes one of my best friends."

"ok, thanks."

"no problem.

you and your friend walked away to get a drink from the bar they had.

"girllll you have good eyes." your friend teased.

"what do you mean?"

"that jaehyun dude was cute."

"i know right."

"you should go talk to him! your hot, hes hot, perfect relationship!"

"fine, i will. be right back."

"ok, ill be over here!"

you walked over to the boy you had been looking at for a bit and said hi.

"hey, thought i just let you know i think your hot." you winked, walking away.

he twirled you back around, "well, i would say those feelings are mutual then."

"oh? show me then."

"with pleasure."

he pulled you upstairs to a room somewhere in the back of the house, and locked the door behind him.

it was dark in the room, so you couldnt exactly see him, but when he turned the lights up, he was already completely naked. he had the best abs youd seen in a while. man did you get the worst butterflies. he got on top of you, and tore your clothes.

"your a little slut, arent you."

"maybe."

he snickered, kissing your jawline, going down to your stomach. he threw your legs to the side, kissing the inside of your thighs. he threw your legs on his shoulder, giving you kitten licks, teasing you. jaehyun let go of your legs to say something.

"i never got your name, sweetheart."

"y/n."

"y/n?"

"yup."

"cute."

he continued his teasing, but gave you zero warning that he was going to actually eat you out.

"jaehyun!"

"mhm?" he said, sending a wave of vibrations through your body, causing you to almost moan.

after a bit, he let go of your pussy, "moan loader baby." so of course, you did. the more noise you made, the more he smirked probably thinking you couldnt feel it. at some point he started using his tongue way more aggressively, so you grabbed his head pushing him deeper in your folds.

he suddenly let go, looking straight in your eyes.

"you cant cum yet. your turn."

he got to the side of the bed, pulled you closer to him, and shoved his dick straight in your mouth. beside gagging at first, you did your job perfectly by how he was reacting.

he pushed you down away from him, and got back on top of you.

"youre going to listen to daddy, right?"

you nodded.

"you will stay completely silent until i say so."

he lined his cock up with your core and slammed straight in you, filling you up. he immediately went in and out of you, leading to you making a bunch of noise. he put a hand around your neck to shut you up.

"you stay quiet, remember?"

you nodded, trying your best to stay quiet. there was a bunch of people coming up the stairs, probably looking for jaehyun.

"jaehyun?" one of his friends yelled from the end of the hallway.

what sounded like two people came up to the door, stopped and listened. you held your breath, but jaehyun on the other hand just continued.

"oh shit, hes blowing someones back out."

"yeah, already? the party just started. i wonder who it is." your friend cay said.

"dude. lets go ask around and see who were missing."

"yeah."

𝑜𝒽 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 , you thought to yourself. jay was going to figure out that your were being gut-fucked by his best friend, let alone, one of the most popular people in the building.

luckily as soon as your best friend heard people we're asking around, she texted you saying she'd be at the back of the house so she wouldn't get found out.

"oh shit!" you screamed.

the two of you reached your highs about the same time. all you felt was this warm liquid filling you up like crazy. he pulled out, picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. luckily he had brought you to bedroom that had a bathroom.

he cleaned you up first, cleaned himself up, and got you both dressed. jaehyun dragged you out of the bedroom, telling you to go to the back of the house after seeing your phone text message.

you ran down stairs, out the front door and saw your friend right on the side of the house.

"hey!" she yelled

"hi."

"so, how was it?"

"good, hes so hot oh my god."

"well, look who it is."

"hello, im jaehyun, y/n's new boyfriend."

you looked at him, confused.

"wait, wait, we never agreed to that." you sighed.

"we did now."

"ok, ill leave you guys alone, good bye." your friend ran back into the house.

"jaehyun, really?"

"what."

"ive known you for like fifteen minutes."

"a good fifteen minutes." he winked.

"jaehyun!"

you turned around to see cay yelling for jaehyun.

"hi?"

"im going to go over there." you whispered, pointing to the fence of the property.

"well, who was it?"

"who was what?"

"ya know, the chick you had in the room." cay said.

"oh, that? her." he pointed to you, causing you to look up.

"fucking seriously? ive been friends with her for a while and she never has hooked up with someone like you man."

"well i guess you can say hook up if you want."

"huh?"

jaehyun signaled you to come back over.

he wrapped his hand around your waist, "this is my girlfriend."

"uh, what? im so confused. havent you known each other for like 30 minutes?"

"yeah, but shes hot."

"alright, ive never seen that happen."

cay walked away, leaving the two of you to walk in together. you and jaehyun just drank all night, and went back to your house, eating and watching movies.

𝔞/𝔫: 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔪 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬 𝔦 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 :)

#nct #nct127 #nctdream #wayv #jeongjaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyunnct #y/n #smut #nctsmut #jaehyun smut

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redsshrinkingcoyote · 2 years ago

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AFK for mental health

i'm going dark for a while,no SMs,no twitch ,nothing. 1; my cpu is down and will needs tweeks once the parts are in to get it bck up and running(and thats not taking into account that it may need a windows reinstall).

2: I've gotten far to many "Go delete yourself"s today over the fact that I refuse to allow Emotnal ABUSE and Bullying of others over FICTIONAL people/Situations.

Its Not just the Potter thing,Its also the CONSTENT Death treats and Harrsment of Ao3 Authers becuase people can't read the bloody TAGS.It's Hate/Smear campains with 0 or doctored reciepts against creators becuase a fan felt butthurt(Vivipop/Lore Orlympes,VIC "Edward Elric

It's Hate/Smear campains with 0 or doctored reciepts against creators becuase a fan felt butthurt(Vivipop/Lore Orlympes,VIC "Edward Elric)

its the day in day out of telling people they are HORRIBLE people simply becuase they engage in fandom,becuase they are Clearly"pedos,groomers,Incert this HATE group here," all becuase they partake in a fandom work where the subject matter is NOT for MINORS,has fictional minors,Or the OP of that Fictional piece of work Turns out to be TRASH with TRASH Pol world veiws(but there isnt ONE OP Creator that isnt Probmic if you follow the money,this includes movies,TV,Video games,Soial media p[latforms,Anime,Manga,Books,magazines basicaly if money changes hands i gerentiue you someone somewhere on that line of creation is not going to follow the "Good" world veiws but i digress becuase im getting off topic. The point is I am TIRED of watching the CONSTENT bullying on BOTH sides of the fence and getting told to go Off myself or having to explain myself becuase people can not read or understand context clues. so

So With that I am removing myself and my works for a bit poissibly permintly but that remains to be seen. For one most oif my works are outdated fan works no one reads anyhow and im in a differant place in life so(pluss i lost all the drafts when my cpu died)And two theres 0 point in puting out works of fiction if people are justt going to ignore the tages and use it as a reason to harras. Most if not all the works ive done fan art for are DOA so theres 0 point to leaveing them up.

So For my mental health ill not be partisapating in disscusions any longer on ANY SM. I May put Twitch on to bloster the numbers of those watching for creators i still care about but Ill be MUTE as my voice dosnt need nor wants to be heard from. My Mental health needs to come first and until folks get the FICTIONS DONST EQUIL REALITY and stops the bullying of folks over their fandoms ill not be not Voiceing my veiws. Clearly You Do YOU is no longer headed in the current climete.

#Fandom drama #People being trash #MUTE #Mental health #I.AM.OUT.#And yes i do agree don't buy Trashy Games #Dont buy Hogwarts legacy #buying poorly made things encourages them to keep making poorly made things #don't engage in fandom bullying #dont engage in EMOTANAL Bullying

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wokestraightpuffy · 4 years ago

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Hallo, i hope you are alright and that my ask aren’t annoying but I wanted to ask do you have any c!puffy headcannons? —🤡

YOURE NOT ANNOYING AT ALL !!! NEVER THINK THAT ILU VERY MUCH. MUAH /p

as for c!puffy headcanons, i am not the best person to ever organize their thoughts properly but ill try my best >:’D

ahaha. this got. super complex and way too long and more of like an introspective study to puffy now instead of harmless fun headcanons so, uh. under read more <3 (also reminder this is all /rp and /dsmp)

* i like to think that she has a hero complex, but its a bit different since she never really sees herself as an ‘important’ part of the story, not the main character but a support one, hence ‘im fine with being the side character’ or how she’s said she doesnt care what happens to her and would gladly sacrifice(?) herself if there werent other people she had to protect. girl u need therapy urself <3

* though very open with how she feels and never afraid to say when someone/something is upsetting her, ‘opening up’ is still a whole mountain climb for her, apparently. like, she’d rant about the egg, get mad at the eggpire, let off some steam by committing arson or exploding stuff, she’ll rarely ever talk about how much the stuff that upset her actually HURT her. does that make sense? LIKE, she’ll lash out, she’ll get mad, she’ll take NO SHIT thrown at her face, but to show the kinda vulnerability of dealing with that? to cry about it talk about those feelings with someone? I think she’d rather eat her own foot lol

* adding onto the thing above, she doesnt necessarily actually realize this about herself. less of actively doing it and rather growing... used to the ‘cycle of violence’ in the smp as they call it. and the fact that rarely have people really asked, that no one’s actually available for that, w her losing her closest friends, bad and ant, sam being busy w the warden stuff... and niki. yeah. there’s foolish, but i doubt she’d ever see venting to someone she considers her son appealing

* also. puffy is just sometimes... really bad at conveying sadness. i think she’s a rare crier. id go as far to say that shes even more emotionally constipated than dream, lol (but maybe not while the guy’s in his prison arc) and that she’d be the type of person to tell you its okay to cry but beat herself up over something if she let a tear slip in a heated moment

* speaking of sadness. she’ll only ever actually Be Sad if she’s alone or with someone she doesnt necessarily care the opinions of. yknow how she mourned for tommy and blamed herself? those dialogue bits? yeah, those are only times shed actually be vulnerable

* puffy’s go to response to the egg and how its fucked up her relationship w her friends is pure fury. but, going off of her line about ‘failing bad and ant’ i like to think that she probably hates herself the most about it. THAT IS A STRONG WORD LOL BUT YEAH. she yells and curses and gets mad, but sometimes i wonder if the words she had spat before were more directed to herself

* THIS GIRL HAS SELF-IDENTITY PROBLEMS. CAN WE GET A HELL YEAH FOR THAT CHAT? outside of having no goddamn clue about where she came from, how she got here and who she even is, scrounging up a role for herself in a server with a war on the background and traumatized kids got her resignedly coerced into thinking that she is only a Parent. Only good enough when she’s actually doing something Useful for people. SO. when she finds that ship? of having a crew and having a curse? OF FINDING OUT SHE MIGHT HAVE/ HAVE HAD A MOM THATS WAITING FOR HER? the sense of control she has on herself is absolutely crushed. shattered, and she’s left to pick up the pieces w no one to talk abt it with <3

* adding onto the above, it’s why the line ‘I’m supposed to be mama puffy. me.’ hurts me so much! so yes! please cry with me :D

* also to add more on the fact that she thinks she’s only worth something when she’s being useful, puffy literally contemplated leaving the server, thinking that it wouldnt matter leaving since no one really needs her anyway, since she’s failed so many people. bad and ant, tommy, dream. shes said how foolish can take care of himself on how tubbo and ranboo have each other, how she and niki have drifted so far away from each that it might as well be a break up.

HOOOOOOOOOO OBOY . anon youve really given me the perfect chance to ramble huh? sorry for the rather incomprehensible brainrot, here’s more lighthearted headcanons about puffy asdhfkd

* she cannot stand still sometimes. she always has to be doing something extra, walking when the prime path is right there? shed rather go through tedious little holes or hop and balance onto fences to get where shes going. she’ll mindlessly fix up the path when there are holes or mismatched wood, and one time went on a long, long LONG journey cleaning up the paths tommy purposely DESTROYED near lmanburg and even added cobblestone sidings which werent there before

* puffys a bit of a sentimental person. writing in her log to clear her thoughts sometimes and cared enough to try and preserve lmanburg with the glass sheet and trying to find possible surviving artifacts of history to respect it, even though she’s never been a part of it. its also why, when doomsday happened and lmanburg got permanently poofed, she began to appreciate the buildings that are still standing and began taking more pics

* she’s not used to being... what do you call it, um, cared for? she’d deflect compliments sometimes, when shes having a particular bad day, like, she’d laugh nervously and change the subject, sometimes she’d outright deny it, most days she’d jokingly say ‘staphhh it’ and add a very genuine thanks. my point being is, do something for puffy that is mildly nice and she’d keep that moment in her heart forever.

* also funny story regarding the above. u know how karl is notorious for stealing her materials? and how puffy was contemplating doing something in retaliation for them? karl says hi for once when she joins the server and she goes ‘alright fine youre safe for saying hi’ LOL THIS WAS PROBABLY A BIT META WISE but something about this implying that the bare minimum or LESS is enough to make puffy forgive someone is very sad and funny at the same time for me. girl really said ‘oh you said hi to me? thats nice all the crimes youve ever done towards me is now forgiven. <3’ (this is a bit of an exaggeration on my part, ofc, i just think its funny LMAO)

* ironically, despite being the ‘captain’, whenever riding a boat with someone, she prefers being on the backseat and letting them drive. ig shes just there for the ride i suppose, her and her uber drivers :3

* she either has a rather unhealthy obsession with baked potatoes or she just doesnt wanna waste eret’s massive potato farm

* idc what cc!puffy says is c!puffy will always and forever be 5′2″ in my HEART. u are the shortest member, u cannot change this <3

* shes really fond of animals/ neutral mobs. she often baby talks to them and they help boost her mood a lot when shes having a bad day :D

* up to this day, the little secret rooms she’s created around the server have all been yet to be discovered, unless the one under bad’s house has been found. she rarely ever really keeps tabs on them, and more often than not they are just collecting dust. she still visits sometimes and cleans them up ofc

* she still genuinely thinks dream can change. cc!puffy’s line about that, ‘i’m his last hope.’ really makes me think about this a lot.

* ive seen people talk abt it a bit but the headcanon that puffy acts as the server mom to fill the ‘void’ of her missing her mom makes me cry at night /hj

* she really likes her rainbow onesie! i headcanon that eret gave her that along w the sunglasses, but she started wearing that less when she found her old captains uniform. shes never really said why, though, and nobody ever really bothered to ask

* god bless this woman but sometimes the server members get on her nerves sometimes so she goes out of her way to traverse along far away from the main community to maybe commit a few crimes. let off some steam. these take a few days but she always returns

i probably have a lot more hcs but i cant remember them >_> THIS IS A LOT ANYWAY. HOPE U ENJOYED MY BRAIN VOMIT. IF U READ THIS FAR ILU THANK U

if there are mistakes it is bc i am crying and cannot see my keyboard and also i am sleep deprived /hj

#captain puffy #tea speaks #god this is so long the brainrot is concerning ANYWAY #clownon

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notcatherinemorland · 5 years ago

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More Hamlet Thoughts because i leave everything to the 11th hour . production continues to be the 2018 globe w/ Michelle Terry

Hamlet and Ophelia’s uhhhhh fight

Ham’s personality twists into cruel mockery of her at the line ‘Where’s your father’ and OHO the facial expressions

Ophelia kept trying to hold onto Hamlet’s hand and body and curl her fingers around hamlet’s hand and it was very heartbreaking . Hamlet was a ball of chaotic energy who scrabbled her hands off himself. rlly interesting to watch

this turned around with hamlet scrubbing over her face as he presents her to the audience’s 4th wall for the make up lines. and shoves her down to the floor at the end

the physical manipulation hamlet takes out on ophelia is a super interesting segue to the players scene

2 b / x 2 b

ham sat in the middle of the front of the stage and held the hand of an audience member who he talked he speech to. very intimate and closed and really interesting interpretation

im a nerd so i really like the juxtaposition of such a grand and philosophical speech being told on such an intimate and small scale

Hamlet’s still got his smudged clown makeup on

hamlet and horatio come across Very gay in the ‘something too much of this’ line. i vibe

hamlet decimated his friendship with R&G and i LOVED how Horatio held him and then forced him away to give him just a touch more character. this Ht loved R&G as well and i appreciate the bit of character we all try to give horatio

Horatio’s Emotions over R&G’s impending death is a++ give this man some emotional range

OH the ‘if your mind dislike anything, obey it’ can we PLEASE listen to horatio the lone voice of reason within elsinor’s halls

that’s not me being gay, that’s a legit analysis of Hamlet in that everyone in Elsinor has a twisted sense of reality and morality and Horatio as an outsider is immune and must watch in horror

the argument is flawed with R&G but hey it’s not my theory.

THE TRUMPETS . there’s live trumpets

the music they played to signal the half time of the play was wonderfully dissonant and i VIBE WITH THAT that is the ENERGY of Elsinor right there

honestly im annoying and i don’t particularly care for the play scene as an audience member. like academically the play within a play is rife with analysis but like. to just sit and watch it feels like such a halt in the energy

plus i really dislike it when they use gross physical comedy in the dumb-show because again. im annoying

anyway they only do the dumb-show (more tollerable than a lot) and they use drum beats and purcussion in place of lines, and have hamlet explain what’s going on with his lines. it’s certainly different and its a lot quicker than the text is

This Claudius is Prime Smarmy Politicians and is very indignant as he tries to pray and i REALLY LIKE HIM

The scene transitions are .. non existent in this play and i LIKE IT

the lines follow on immediately between scenes as the other characters are leaving the stage

i love how it supports the theme of acting this play has and how it breaks down the barrier for the audience of personal vs private

thats not quite what i want to say uhhhhh. in other productions some of the scenes are really discreet from each other- like how pearl necklaces have stoppers between the pearls- and that’s especially evident in films, but here it’s the opposite and the scenes bleed into each other to create a really fast paced and chaotic energy and i REALLY LIKE IT

‘personal vs private’ is on god my favourite theme in hamlet and the way it works with the audience creating it here is GREAT

Closet scene... OH BOY

this hamlet is CRUEL oml

the ghost enters after hamlet spends 3 minutes berating his mother and she’s crying on the floor by the audience and hamlet immediately stops and starts weeping

‘oh save me’ sounds so small and childlike and it really showcases the love between them

not that kind of love, sigmund fucking freud. get your mind out the gutter

the disdain hamlet has for gertrude absolutely breaks my heart but that’s a me thing because i haven’t been able to see my mother in person for coming up on a month due to quarantine :(

added an extra hug before ham leaves .. v sweet

Claudius comes barreling in and picks up ham’s dropped sword. :eye emoji: doesn’t put it down until Hamlet’s brought in for questioning. but he’s still holding a book (english dictionary presumably?) and this act of holding a sword for 2 scenes WILL be reiterated time and time again in ever hamlet essay i write forever to whatever end i so desire because it’s easy to manipulate to my own purposes. bless this moment

There’s a seagull that keeps interrupting claudius at perhaps the funniest possible moments in his soliloquies and honestly WHERE is it’s Olivier

Ophelia’s madness isn’t as explicit as it is in other versions, but watching her tumble into emotions and lack of restraint is so, so heartbreaking.

this is one of the productions of hamlet that makes a really convincing case for ‘madness’ in elsinor being synonymous to speaking one’s mind and being truthful about one’s heightened emotions and like. i Love that interpretation

lets be real i love 99% of hamlet interpretations

the 1% is freud. fuck that guy

I’m Digging the parallel of Ophelia’s emotional outburts of grief (in madness) to Laertes incensed outburst of grief . ohoho

Laertes gets rosemary and pansies, Claudius gets fennel and columbines, Gertrude gets the rue, Audience member gets the daisy and the thought of violets

unfortunately i once wrote a shite poem about gertrude and weather she know of the poison in the cup at the end and unfortunately that’s all i can think about for the last 40 mins of the play hfdhgjgghjhgj

im annoying so i read along with the play and the duets Claudius and Laertes make of the meter and the word formatting on the page comes across really different on stage, which is super interesting.

not to be really fucking dramatic but i read in the info packet of this play that the pillars on the stage are actually tree trunks carved and painted to look like marble and considering how many times i had to hear the words ‘appearance vs reality’ in my english class, i think im allowed to use the smirk emoji about how the setting of the globe is Integral to Hamlet as a play

i am itching to write an entire 4000 word tirade about the use of the physical body in hamlet because between the actual acting on stage, polonius, ‘one auspicious and one dropping eye’ and all whole host of references made to physical body parts i am going feral

PLUS this one incorporates sign language

i actually hate the word incorporates but needs must

The Ophelia’s death speech is of course wonderful, but i can’t stop thinking about how John Everett Millais made his model (who’s name escapes me in a terrible irony because i got this information from an exhibition about the female pre-raphalites) sit in a cold bath for hours on end whilst he sketched and it made her very ill because the fire went out and she was sat nude in a bath of cold water for hours.

Gravedigger only has the songs and the hamlet interaction, and he wears a high vis jacket. he’s also played by the ghost’s actor, which whilst understandable in such a small cast, amuses me greatly

Hamlet’s got his hair tied back and in a military style jacket, and marches around with Horatio who’s in a hoodie and a black duffle coat (absolutely a student) and the same tight plait. Ham’s definitely meant to be sane now, he speaks very brusquely and all but marches around the stage

Not To Make An Edelgard Reference But edelgard’s cause in 3H was also cemented by a timeskip and a military outfit and a brusque personality hehehe

Hamlet gets into the ‘grave’ to chat to Yorick which, again, i will use in every relevant essay i will write and manipulate this scene to whatever end i desire and on god i thank this production for this

a level me would have gone feral

current me is also going feral

Grave Scene: a terrible one for your family to walk in and ask what the fuck you’re watching

Polonius’ actor plays the priest. yes, capsule wardrobe of a cast, i know but i’m an english student it’s my duty to wring every irrational inch of analysis out of this thing

i won’t trail on about unsubstaniated interpretations of Polonius’ parenting skills and fate in Hamlet but on god i will find an essay about it

i always enjoy it when someone leaps in the grave .. the melodrama... the meaning... the liminal spaces...

the DRAMA of seperating feral laertes and the really calm and imposing hamlet is excellent and a bit hilarious and the camera is going nuts

i’m very aware that everyone is now traipsing about over the grave in the middle of the stage and THAT’S a fun dynamic you don’t get from film or text

ok I’ve just noticed the video has the ‘top chat replay’ going and the very first line i saw is ‘what if hamlet had tiktok’ and i am CRYING

Ophelia’s actor also plays Osric and is a) absolutely hilarious and b) again, capsule wardrobe of a cast will not stop me from analysing everything and anything this play may or may not offer me.

im not saying hamlet is a play about inheritance and the burden of it, but also... isn’t it :eye emoji:

if bloody fire emblem fates can do it so can i, step off

Fencing scene: oh thank god it’s nearly over

The hearts on their fencing get ups parallel Hamlet’s clown outfit with a heart on the sleeve Very Nicely

Gertrude isn’t wearing her headpiece anymore .. ohoho dispelling the trappings and suits of dishonesty, if you will

The duel is a) bloody terrifying because sword fighting and b) judged by Osric (Ophelia) and the poetry of having ham & lae’s duel waged over and judged by Ophelia is absolutely excellent

Claudius’s aside (or to laertes? camera didn’t follow) had no right to be as humorous as it was jdfsghfkd

Gertrude figured out it was poison in this one. Nice

I like the call and response effect of ‘Treachery! Seek it out! / It is here Hamlet’ they made with Hamlet running around they stage to find little propped up Laertes

The dramatic eye contact of Hamlet and Claudius as he forces him to drink the poison.... OH HECK YES

the way they sink to the floor in a pair, with hamlet crawling over his body to make sure he dies... oh LORD

the swing hamlet does with his arm to the audience to cast them as ‘the unsatisfied’ was EXCELLENT and i would like that in every production of hamlet please

the tussle of horatio and hamlet over the cup..... iconic.... and i enjoy the parallel of that to hamlet with claudius as they’re stood in the same corner

The harsh projection of Hamlet’s voice and the blunt manner of his words about Fortinbras’ inheritance of denmark against the soft way Horatio rocks Hamlet back and forth ... i want to CRY

Horatio got to have emotional range in this production .. wonderful

i always enjoy the way the play tails off with politics in a room of dead bodies.. the layers the absolute onions

how none of the drama within the castle has any meaning to anyone outside of it is Excellent

and then the way the prison and enclosure of elsinor is finally broken with military force in parallel to the tumultuous interpersonal relationships within it... i vibe yet more

they actually ended with ‘go bid the soldiers shoot’ which i enjoy a lot!!!! and the music is wonderful

then they all start doing this dance which i think is meant to be about the themes of the play and to be perfectly honest it’s a bit crunchy for me but the music absolutely slaps!!!

final thoughts:

that sure was a hamlet production and i thought it had a lot of heart and did some new things very very well!!!

and i loved the emphasis they put on the costuming!!!!

overall: a solid hamlet. very nice. i greatly enjoyed it!!!!

#hamlet blogging #OH BOY THIS IS LONG THIS IS SO LONG

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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alright well i work best under pressure so given that i now have an hour and 20 minutes before i start a voice call with someone i think it’s the perfect time to do that one video analysis so i can actually start finishing up that maya post... man i really should’ve pumped that shit out earlier, but i kept procrastinating until we got new info. then more new info. and i mean we DO have lots of new updated info, bc i have a whole thing in there about Punk girl i gotta edit out now lmao

anyway

Zane Flynt? this trailer killed me, it’s the only thing i’ve watched all day. like. on repeat.

ive said it before and ill say it again, 3 months ago i call zane attractive on reddit and get ridiculed but then we find out he’s an irish bastard and everyone jumps on the fuck train

anyway

elpis is looking good and not explody/teleporty, so that’s always a good sign

so the locale plus the twang immediately had me thinking of lynchwood but that’s not right

the bar itself looks a lot like that mine area we see, so i’d be willing to guess it’s nearby, you know, if it’s an area in the game at all lmao

like the windows are similar plus the wood

the bar itself is giving me some mixed signals here, but im gonna bet it was taken over by the CoV from the crimson raiders (recruitment banner, but then the CoV logo is on the wall/screen over there)

That, plus the rose on the counter next to Zane seems sus

another mine looking building in the back

also lmao

it’s time to enter the BONEEEE ZONNEEE

no more DAHL dumpsters? F

okay this area looks super familiar

that plus the varkids, this is 100% the same place as this

which is interesting

looks like Zane’s been hanging out on Pandora for a while... kinda upset we didn’t hear about his brothers at all in this trailer, but it was still fuckin hilarious and well worth the wait

those canisters? vats? look like the ones near the burger launcher vid hang on

also some in the back here

so yeah more than likely the same area

also

`lines up the perfect shot`

`completely missed both shots`

lovey, bravo, champagne, sloooow clap

anyway i’d wager this is an old dahl mining camp? probably mining for iridium

you can see the

conveyor belt thingie here

and also all the minecarts and rails are very reminiscent of the caustic caverns

which probably would have dropped iridium into the vat below it, if said vat wasn’t tipped over onto its side

more shots of the building he’s in

closeup of the rails. which, weird as it sounds, is really great to see because sometimes in bl2 and even tps when you got super close up to a texture, it wouldn’t look too hot, even on the best settings. the textures in 3 are so CRISP i love them

varkid 🤮 i hate bugs. model looks fantastic tho! i just... hate bugs

see the camera is flipped upside down, so miles this cultist is not falling, he’s rising- he’s being lifted up

how nice

im getting percy jackson flashbacks here. this is 100% how clarisse shoved percy into the toilet, right?

with the way the cultist isn’t even trying to get out im afraid zane just shoved a corpse into the dook hut. i mean all the power to ya, man

he’s stuck

also

this building in the back is new

i won’t say it

you know what im thinking

i won’t say it

i promise

~smile~

there’s also what i think is a smiley face sticker on the wall to his right

water physics lookin fine 👌

also the way zane jumps back. bonelesspotter i know you read these, are you picking up what i’m putting down?

MAGIC CUP MAGIC CUP ALL HAIL

see the lack of drink is supposed to parallel hi s lack of companio- im sorry hahahaaha i can’t do this

rose. it’s a SIGN

there’s so much going on in the background here lemme just

im sitting here like >:( because i know i’ve seen that type of wall before and for the life of me can’t remember where

my brain is screaming sanctuary

the actual middle piece looks super familiar

is that what they attach the out of bounds turrets to? possibly.

this bit

also it looks like there’s a dam or something in the back back?

tbh im a lot more interested in the skyway all the way at the top, it reminds me a lot of bloodshot ramparts

cuz it also used to be a skyway

also zane is doing his pose for the main menu screen of the game

and i would say it’s possible this could’ve been the main menu, but the cliff is different, and there’s supposed to be a boxcar/shipping crate on the right (as when u go to options it moves over to it)

more vats! what is the deal with this mine? why is it featured so heavily in this video gearbox tell me your s e c r e t s

you’d think, with zane being the one who’s been around the proverbial block over his years, he’d be on multiple planets throughout his entire trailer. but like 80% of it is pandora. maybe the other VHs are getting featured on other planets? at least he has a reason to be on pandora outside of the main story (maybe looking for his brothers, maybe trying to piss on their graves, who knows)

i don’t know what he’s reaching for but uh

perhapeth the blades are activated by swinging his arm out? could be a hold over from when they were like... actual metal blades and needed to be knocked out into position

i love that he returns the wave after shoving this guy off the cliff

it’s not like he can see you man

go off i guess though

some bar on eden-6 (finally! a new planet!) also i like that the theme here is zane getting into fights in bars. good shit boys

get wrecked kid

i really like the design of this building. i love the windows. maybe part of jakobs manor? looks like maybe it’s a greenhouse or smth given it’s in this garden/courtyard area

which should look somewhat familiar

looks very similar to this area, but it doesn’t look like there’s a building on the left in this shot. maybe they added it in for the trailer 🤷‍♂️

the trees behind the big one (and next to the iron wrought fence) match up perfectly tho

i just really like this shot ngl

i love these fuckign expressions i cant

Friend

okay im sorry here’s a smiley boy

the facial animations are so fucking good this time around

that is all i am doing.

just appreciating the new animations.

SOMEONE HELP THIS TINY MAN HE’S TRAPPED IN A SQUARE

fuck dude we didn’t deserve this man

MAGIC CUP MAGIC CUP ALL HAIL

seriously tho, the glass is gone. idk where it went. im just gonna pretend he was practicing that one iconic Kingsman scene while talking to himself and providing us with flashbacks

manners.

maketh.

man.

also this is my new favorite reaction image

it’s ‘perfect in every way’

you want more booze?

what are your thoughts on the new guns?

where’d you hide the body?

(it’s in the dumpster)

also unlike the magic cup

the rose is still here

Cultist coming to see why the windows of their bar are glowing neon yellow and blue im sure

>shit

it’s cool to know the clone can actually emote

given in the So Happy Together it was basically an expressionless blue demon

still no cup. all hail

some more CoV graffiti!

boops

i am sad we didn’t get to see zoomer in this video at all

zoomer is cute

i like zoomer

anyway

that’s all for the trailer folks

i love the implication that he’s just sitting in this empty CoV bar, talking to himself, waiting for someone to notice and come confront him so he can kick their asses.

anyway this post 100% wasn’t an excuse to rewatch the entire trailer frame by frame or anything

maya post coming soon! wahoo

also i have 10 minutes left lmao nice

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #zane flynt

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heather-holloway · 5 years ago

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how i, kiara heather-holloway, would plan and write the upcoming live action dylan dog tv show (thats being produced by james wan rn):

OKOK first off. my god. this has to be as comic accurate as it can be. this has to be better than the fucking movie or ill literally d*e oh my god. the movie was so bad and was only dylan dog in name and outfit.

he needs the clarinet. and not for one scene. gotta have that shitty car, hes gotta be broke, hes gotta live on that craven st, hes gotta have the fucked up doorbell nd hes gotta have that p*lice officer backstory (though i dont want them to go too full into the backstories of the main characters cuz that takes away from the main story of the episode, and is really just unneeded)

this shit will be set in london. but as for the time im kinda on a fence? its always had a timeless sorta feeling, esp as of late with the comics only now starting to establish itself in the 21st century, but i would really like for it to be set in the 80s cuz a lot of the classic comic stories r from the 80s and it would fit in with how old timey he is with his car and movie references

i hope they have the budget to actually get the rights to use groucho marx’ likeness cuz like... the biggest thing the movie was missing was groucho nd even though there was a little easter egg in the beginning of the movie with them dressed like him... it wasnt enough bro, it’s not the same without him :(

if they cant get the rights then i hope they go the felix route, by making him act like groucho and shit but hes not like.. actually groucho i guess

i dont know where this show’ll get distributed, but im hoping netflix, since a 10 episode format (which is what it was confirmed to be) would be perfect on there with all their other shows with short seasons.

im biased bc i love monster-of-the-week type shows but i think it would be perfect, since the comics are exactly that, where the story is self contained within its episode. i guess they could have some small overarcing story (maybe abt morgana and her tie to dylan?) over the season but idk how something like that could also fit in with the amount of story needed for the monsters and shit

id think itd be perfect if they adapted the first comic “dawn of the living dead” for the first episode of the series, since that comic is the introductory comic for dylan and groucho and how his shit works yknow? the audience could be like following sybil for that first episode as shes asking for their services and is just seeing their BullShit at close hand

idk about the rest of the series, but id love if they adapted the anna never story for an episode tbh

the tone id like for the show would be gothic, with european style of horror, but still crackheaded and bullshittery with grouchos and dylans antics and jokes. i hated what they did in the movie, making it a generic american action horror movie with the club scene of vampires vs werewolves. im so tired of vampires vs werewolves. let this represent european horror and bring that style into american culture Blease

idk who id cast for dylan. someone lanky, british accent definitely, early 20′s/25 maybe. i like brandon routh but hes too old for the part now u_u and honestly, though he kinda looked like dylan in face, he didn’t fit into dylans lanky profile at all. i hope maybe he’ll get a small cameo in the show tho😭 he got did so dirty by that shitty movie

the cast would be revolving, with only dylan and groucho and maybe bloch (if hes in the episode) being the main characters. the romantic interests and side characters for the specific story would last for the episode like in the comics.

this is just for me but id love for there to be a throwaway line about dylan and groucho being married at one point, to reference their marriage in the recent comics

also make the show rated r. i think the titties are the most important part of the comics

while id like for it to be set in london, id also like for it to travel to other places in europe, and take it to interesting scenery nd shit like they always do in the comics. idk how id feel about that one werewolf school story thats set in germany being adapted, but id like to see that german forest scenery lol

there needs to be a few groucho, la pistola! moments where groucho tosses him the pistol ok............also there needs to be the classic pistol

oh and dylan has to say dancing judas at least like 4 times ok .. god

umm for the effects of the monsters, i think itd be best if it was practical, rather than cgi. ive seen netflix’s cgi monsters nd while they work...... the practical effects i think would fit really well in the timeless/80s tone by being like various 80 horror flicks with their practical fx. since the comics were inspired by those classic horror films, like night of the living dead and shit

instead of making dylans personality be the cocky action hero that the movie made him out to be, i... would like for him to still be that jokey loner romantic that he is in the comics, getting himself into trouble cuz he accidentally slept with the monster or the killer or whateva.

like he’s smart with paranormal shit but he only has 1 braincell and neither him or groucho have it most of the time

oh my god i just realized i hadnt even thought of xabaras ok fuck uhhh OK maybe he is part of the overarcing story. maybe yes he gets introduced in the first episode like hes first introduced the in the first comic. but maybe in the end, with the finale he comes back again, after you thought he was dead but noo ho ho hes alliivee and hes always gonna fuck with you dylan you cant get rid of him. whatever fight happens in the finale, it ends in a sort of draw where maybe dylan thinks he defeated him for good, only for the final scene to be xabaras just chilling, clearly not dead, maybe watching over dylan

(if there was to be a season 2, id like for them to do the “i am your father” reveal then, instead of doing all of that in the first season)

(id actually really like for dylans backstory with the time traveling shit and morgana in the second season to be honest now that i think about it)

the first season can be about the monsters of the week and the second possible season could actually focus more on his character story and how he even got into this shit lol

this show really has the potential to be a really great show that breaks out of the usual horror genre and im going to be SO disappointed when it inevitably becomes like riverdale or sabrina the teenage witch’s unnecessary edgy teen adaptions OR just becomes the generic horror franchise shit that james wan usually fucking does with saw and insidious.

im really fucking praying that he actually pays attention to the source material and accurately brings the more gothic and european style of horror forward with it, introducing it to a larger american audience... blease for my sake .. i cant do dylan dog: dead of night (2010) again...

#cela talks #dylan dog #i made this for me but yall can read it too i guess #sorry if the readmore doesnt work on mobile im so fucking sorry #me saying all this as if it has a big budget.. u_u i know the shows gonna be cheap bro #but its still nice to think about :-)

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fairyscribbles · 6 years ago

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No More Running. (D.O, Romantic Confession)

By the way my loves, no need to worry about me! I decided to clean my folder and I found a lot of stories that I haven’t posted on tumblr yet, and I am pretty proud of them! So these are things that were written a while ago, but you get to see now! <3

You pushed your feet to go faster, feeling the strain in your muscles as you sped down the dark alleyway. You muted out the gruff yells that were behind you and your mind was only set on one thing- escaping the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

You haven’t done anything wrong. You were innocent, and yet it was you who ended up being chased again.

You knew very well who was following you. And you knew they were toying with you. If they would’ve wanted, the vampires would have already ripped your jugular out.

They weren’t doing this for hunger. Oh no, the reason was far more personal than an innocent feeding.

This was an act of revenge, an eye for an eye. But they had the wrong person. You weren’t supposed to be executed for this reason.

You sharply turned left, almost losing your footing as you slammed into the side of the building. You could faintly register the burning on your arm as it scratched against the building, willing yourself to go faster.

This was all just a big mistake. They weren’t supposed to go after you. You weren’t the one closest to Do Kyungsoo, the werewolf they wanted to hurt the most.

Kyungsoo made sure you knew that well.

“Look…” he started, pausing after muttering your name. His eyes were set on the ground.

“This isn’t because of you…”

“Oh, of course not. It’s never me, it’s always you.” You cut him off, your hands balled into fists at your sides. He tried to open his mouth to protest, but you didn’t let him.

“At first, it was about you being different. When I showed you I had absolutely no problem with you being a werewolf, you changed the story to the “enormous” age gap problem.” You stated, crooking your fingers in the air in imaginative quote marks. Kyungsoo’s full lips pursed in a thin line, his brows furrowed.

“Even when I said that three years aren’t that bad, you’ve apparently come up with another one.” Crossing your arms on your chest, you glared at him.

“Let’s hear it, then.” He started out with your name again, and no matter how much you loved hearing it rolling off his lips, you willed yourself not to be affected by it.

“I cannot…I’m too dangerous for you.”

“Oh, that is rich.” You scoffed and Kyungsoo showed his distaste of interrupting him by growling deep in his chest. Sometimes, you forget that Kyungsoo is really a dangerous being, but no one could blame you- he is always so gentle and nice, it isn’t hard to let your mind slip with that little fact that he is able to transform into a great beast.

You pursed your lips, holding in all the other snarky comments until he is finished.

“I’m too dangerous. After all these years, I’ve made too many enemies. They could hurt you to get to me. And the biggest enemy is right in this room.” You lifted your eyebrow in question and Kyungsoo pointed at his chest.

“It’s me. I could hurt you so easily…” he muttered almost to himself, as he lifted his hand and his thumb brushed gently over your cheek. It took all you had not to lean into his touch, as you stared into his eyes, which seemed to be torn by uncertainty.

“Just with a flick of my wrist, I could break you bones…”

“You don’t have to flick anything but your tongue, to let those words out and break my heart.” You added, your voice lowering to his whisper. Pain flashed through his eyes and to your dismay, his hand retreated from your skin. He was already taking steps back, away from you.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…I can’t risk it. I’m so sorry.”

You would’ve cried, but you didn’t have the energy anymore. Sadly, you were so used to Kyungsoo walking out on you; it didn’t hurt as much as the last time.

You loved him, and you were sure he loved you back. The fact that after every single time he left, he returned to you made you realize that he was unable to be without you.

Do Kyungsoo’s machinations of his mind were an enigma, you decided, as you stared at the closed door, a thought crept in your head that it might’ve been a metaphor about Kyungsoo.

The closed door might be a metaphor on your relationship with Kyungsoo.

You were left all alone.

And alone, you had to face the two bloodthirsty vampires at your heels. You felt that your muscles started to scream in pain, but you couldn’t allow yourself to slow down. Slowing down mean certain death.

“Think fast, wolf bait!” a crystal clear voice called out behind you and not a second later, a sharp rock came in contact with your scalp. With a yelp, you stumbled but kept your balance. Your head throbbed, and that pain seemed to break down the numbness your brain created when they started chasing you.

You were being chased by vampires. And your only hope, the only one that could save you, turned his back on you.

That didn’t stop you from calling for help.

“Help…” the only word whimpered through your lips and the vile creatures behind you cackled.

“No one will come, sweetie. Stop running and we’ll make it quick.”

I don’t want to make it quick. I want to live, you wanted to tell the vampires, but you knew it would be useless.

“Please, help!” your voice grew louder as you took another turn. You noticed your grave mistake too late, that you ran into a dark alley, that was most probably cut off by some obstacle. Your fears came true, as a metal fence started rising above you and soon enough, you collided into it, hoping it would topple over.

Not happening. The fence stood there long before you and it probably will continue standing proud long after you’re gone.

You searched for a weapon of any kind- you were positive that you wouldn’t find any silver in the abandoned alleyway, so you settled for a broken vodka bottle. You clenched it by the throat, facing the predators with shaky legs.

“Leave me alone.” You tried to make your voice firm, but it cracked to a plea in the middle of the sentence, making the vampires laugh.

“We can’t do that, honey. There’s no escape. I’m sorry.” The monster replied and as if his speech triggered your reflex, your legs set off running again.

You didn’t get far though, as an arm shot up to meet you, sending you flying back to the fence. With a cry, you tried to catch your breath, your eyes glazing over with tears.

“Kyungsoo…” his name escaped your lips and your attacker grinned.

“Yes, thank him for killing you.”

“Kyungsoo, help me…” you were far too gone with fear, trying to back up even further into the fence when the vampire started approaching you.

“No! Stay back! Please!”

“So loud…” the other one growled, slapping you across the cheek. The sole impact had you losing your balance as you fell on the ground, knocking your head on some rubbish. Sobbing, you tried to crawl away from your death, into the corner of the building and the fence.

“Please, no!” you cried again, when you felt an iron grip on your ankle yank you away from your haven.

“Shut up already!”

“Say your prayers, flower.” The first one finally said, lifting his arm to strike you again, but this time, you were sure it would be the last.

“Kyungsoo!” you shrieked, your eyes closing and awaiting the impact.

A growl cut through the air and soon enough, ripping and yells reached your ears, before you covered them, cutting them off.

You wanted out. This was just a horrible nightmare, you wanted out, to wake up. Or if it had to be real life, you just wanted to die, to finally have it over with and to die in peace. Oh god, that was the only thing you wanted, just to get out…

Your ranting was interrupted by a familiar voice calling your name. At first, you thought it was just your mind playing tricks, but when big hands covered yours, gently prying them off your ears, you heard that concerned voice again.

You opened your eyes and as you stared into Kyungsoo’s worried ones, you couldn’t fight the tears anymore and you broke down, crying.

“Did they hurt you? Hey, ___, talk to me, please.” His hand cupped your chin, tilting you up to meet his gaze again, while his other one gently swiped at the swollen cheek and busted lip that the vampires rewarded you with. His eyes laced with fury, and a growl rumbled off his chest.

“They didn’t bite you, right?” he asked carefully and relief washed over him when you shook your head.

“Did they hurt you anywhere else?”

“You came.” You interrupted his interrogation by throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. You refused to let go of him, your grip around his neck was almost bordering with pain, but either way, one of arms wrapped around your back, bringing you impossibly close, while the other one cradled your head.

“I’m so sorry I came so late. I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your ear, while you proceeded to cry into his neck.

“I was so scared…” you were only able to hiccup through your sobs.

“I know, and I’m so sorry, but it’s all okay now, I’m here…” Kyungsoo started rocking you gently, trying to calm you down.

“But for how long? How long until you’ll leave again?” you’ve managed to form a longer sentence now, your grip automatically tightening when you spoke of him leaving.

“Forever. I’ll never leave you again.” His hand ran through your hair, and when he brought out bloody fingers because of your injury, he gently pushed you away so he could look into your eyes.

“I never wanted you to experience something like this. I thought that if I left you, they would lose interest in you, and yet the only thing I did was make you completely vulnerable.” As he spoke, your eyes cast downwards to look at his shirt. He brought your attention back to his face when he kissed your brow gently and you looked up in surprise.

“I promise to take care of you from now until you’ll want me. I’ll never let anything happen to you again. If someone as much as touches you, I’ll make sure they’ll regret it.” The determination in his eyes told you he was speaking the truth. A moment later, uncertainty crept through the irises.

“That is, if you still want me.” Normally, you would’ve scoffed, but now, you wound your arms around his neck again and nodded into his shoulder.

You could feel as Kyungsoo wrapped one arm under your knees and lifted you into his embrace, as if you weighed nothing.

“Never leave me again, please.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

#kyungsoo #d.o #exo #kyungsoo story #kyungsoo scenario #d.o story #d.o scenario #exo story #exo scenario #werewolf #werewolf story #werewolf au #werewolf scenario

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branching-paths · 5 years ago

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Of Being Goosed And Peppered

I must have dozed off sometime in the night because Thorin was shaking me awake. "Come on Kili, get up," He hissed. I peeled my eyes open and looked up at Thorin. "You and Fili need to get some ponies. Breakfast will be waiting for you when you get back." I sat up and slid my feet into my boots. As I strapped my sword to my belt I walked out into the main part of the hobbit hole. Fili was up already and was hiding all his weapons again. Bombur was in the kitchen, making breakfast, and Thorin was at the table penning something. Dawn was creeping over the horizon, revealing how late we slept in. Fili finished and smirked at me. I opened the large round door and stepped out into the cold spring air. Dew was making everything we stepped on slick. Fili actually landed in one of Bilbo's flowerbeds, smashing all of his petunias. I pulled him out of the dirt and we ran out of his yard.

"Do you think the hobbit will come," Fili asked. "Maybe... He would need a good shove out the door though!" Fili smirked and looked sideways at me. "We could give him that shove..." "Nah, besides, Thorin wants to leave pretty soon. Any idea who we could get sixteen ponies from?" Fili shook his head. "Not a clue. Why don't you ask that lass over there," He said, pointing to a fairly good looking hobbit lass letting out her family's chickens for the day. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at her. "Why can't you," I asked, shoving Fili towards her gate. He turned around, grabbed my arm, and held me in a chicken wing. "Because you look less threatening." Fili shoved me through the gate and I thankfully didn't land in her flowers. She looked up from her task and smiled. "Terribly sorry mum," I said, getting up and brushing myself off. I glared a dagger or two at Fili, who was smirking at me behind the gate. "I'm new to the area and I was wondering if you could tell me where I might be able to acquire some ponies." The lass set down her pail and set her hands on her hips. "I might," She said. "Where might that be," I asked, taking a step forward. "Stop right there you rascal," Someone said from the hill- I mean hobbit hole. A rather large hobbit was staring at me, a shovel held in his hands offensively. "You take another step towards me daugh'er, and you'll get what's comin' towards ya!" I took a step towards him as I explained. "I was just asking where I might find-" "One more step and I'm calling Goosey," He yelled threateningly. I looked at him, confused. "Goosey," I asked. "Who's that?" The hobbit frowned and took a deep breath. "GOOSEY," He yelled. "COME HERE, I HAVES A TREAT FORS YA!!!" Something honked on top of the hill by the tree. A goose raised it's pure white head, a huge orange knob on it's head inbetween it's eyes bobbed in the pre dawn light. It stood up and looked right at me. "Run KILI," Fili yelled from by the gate. I tripped over the grass I was standing on and fell on my rear again, but that didn't keep me from scrabbling backwards still. The pure white goose was running down the hill, it's wings flapping like mad, honking like mad too. I rolled over and jumped to my feet. "Oh no ya don't," The hobbit yelled. He was in between myself and the gate. "Goosey's gonna have herself a snackie! That 'ill teach you to mess with me daugh'er! GET 'IM GOOSEY!" I rolled out of the way as the goose lunged towards me. It rolled into the hobbit's legs and righted it's self as I dashed over the hobbit's garden, making sure not to step on any plants. If there's one thing that a hobbit protects more then their daughter, it's their daisies. The goose was right behind me when I made the last effort to escape the garden of terror. I jumped over the fence and rolled to a stop on the path outside of the garden. The goose slid to a halt and honked one more time at me. The hobbit sniffed at me, turned to his daughter and lead her inside. "That went well," Fili said. I looked towards the sky and saw his bright face, trying in vain to hide a big grin. I elbowed his foot and got myself up as he held his 'injured' foot. "Quit being such a baby," I said as I brushed myself off. My stomach roared as I belched, Fili burst into a round of laughing. "Let's get back to the hobbit hole," Fili said, punching my shoulder as he ran past. He turned around and bounced backwards. "Maybe Thorin made a decent meal for once!" I chuckled and followed Fili back to Bilbo's abode. We went inside to find everyone else awake, everyone but Bilbo, who was on the couch sound asleep. "Did you find the ponies," Thorin asked as we sat down. I glanced at Fili and shoved some bread into my mouth. Neither of us had to answer. "I bought sixteen ponies yesterday Thorin," Gandalf said from his normal spot on the wall. Thorin came into view with two large platters of food and set them down in front of Fili and I. "You mean I had to get maimed by that goose for nothing," I hollered. Everyone cracked up, and even Thorin gave a little smirk. I tossed a thumb back at the hobbit snoring softly on the couch. "What are we going to do about him," I asked. "I will stay behind and urge him one last time," Gandalf said before Thorin could say what he was going to. He growled and sunk into a chair. What ever his idea was, it must have been good!

"Welcome aboard, Master Hobbit," Balin said. Bilbo shifted uncomfortably next to the pony Balin was riding. Thorin turned back around in his saddle. "Get him a pony," He shouted. Bilbo looked horrified at Thorin, then back at Balin. I looked over at Fili, who smirked back. We rode silently up near the hobbit as the company started to move again. "That won't be necessary," Bilbo stammered. "I've had many a walking holiday before and- AH!" Fili and I lifted the surprisingly light hobbit up and set him on the spare pony we had. He sat stiff on the saddle and clutched the leather like it was a branch in a raging river. I laughed, scaring the hobbit. "Don't worry, it won't eat the fuzz off your feet," I said, slapping him on the back. "Her name's Myrtle, by the way." I slowed my steed so Bilbo could ride ahead again and I could ride side by side with Fili. We hadn't even been moving for five minuets when the hobbit called out. "Wait, stop! We must head back!" "What's the matter now," Dwalin asked. "I have forgotten my handkerchief," Bilbo mused. Bofur and Gloin shared a look, ripped off part of Bofur's tunic and threw it at the disgusted hobbit. "Move on," Thorin called from ahead. As Bilbo looked at the cloth, he sneezed again. A few minuets later, Gandalf joined us on a horse, and had Bilbo's hankies.

When we camped for the night, just outside of Hobbiton, Bilbo was frantic. He fell off the pony he was riding when she stopped, tripped over a rock that everyone else was able to avoid, and ran into a tree. "The wild is out to get me," Bilbo yelled as he pulled the pine needles from his curly hair. "Then maybe you should have first watch," Thorin growled by where we tied the ponies up for the night. I glanced at Fili, we had watch tonight. Maybe the hobbit could take it? "You and the lads can get acquainted. Bombur, when's that stew going to be ready?" My face fell, as did Fili's. Still stuck with watch. "Any minuet now Thorin," Bombur called from the fire. He pulled a ladle up to his mouth and took a sip. "Correction, it's done now." Something rumbled by Thorin, I suspected it was his stomach. I chuckled as I pulled out my bowl from my sack. I walked over to the stew pot and dipped my bowl, scooping out a large portion. I sat on a large stone, the same that the hobbit tripped over, and tucked into my food. Fili walked over, saw me sitting on the stone, nudged me off with a kick and sat on the stone. I luckily didn't spill any of my food. Thorin looked over and frowned at us. "You two behave," He growled. "Yes Thorin," We mumbled. Bilbo looked over at us, confusion written in the furrowed brows and smirk on his face. He sat down in front of me and sighed. "So, you two are trouble makers," He asked. I snorted into my stew, spraying my face with hot liquid. "Not really," Fili said, playing with his mustache. "More like trouble finds us," I said, remembering something we told someone a few years ago. "Why do you ask hobbit?" Bilbo shrugged and ate some of his stew. "Just wanting to get to know who I will be traveling with," Bilbo said with another smirk on his face. "Remind me who everyone is please. Their names are avoiding me at the moment." Fili set down his empty bowl. "Okay," He said with a toss of his head. "I'm Fili, he's Kili," He tossed his thumb at me. I smiled and raised my hand in greeting. Fili pointed to Bofur, who was sitting on a log with Bifur. "The one with the floppy hat is Floppy," Fili continued. "That's his brother Shiny. Their cousin is the cook, Cracker." "Is he the one with the chin showing through his beard," Bilbo asked. Fili nodded and cast a glance at me. I couldn't believe that the hobbit actually thought that we were telling him everyone's names! Fili looked around the makeshift camp, looking for everyone else. He spotted Dwalin and Balin talking on another log near the tree line. "The one with the bald head is Baldi," Fili continued. I snorted, turned it into a cough, and the hobbit didn't know any wiser. "That's his brother with the long white beard that's forked at the end. His name's Balin." What, you thought that we would insult a dwarrow that we respect? Never! "The red head with the pointy hair, do you see him?" Bilbo looked around after putting down his food bowl, which was now empty. "You mean the one with the three points on his head," Bilbo asked. Fili nodded again. How he could keep a straight face through out this, I would never find out. I was doing everything I could to keep from laughing my guts out. "That's Pointy, his older brother with the braids all over his head, that's Henny. The other read head with the notebook and knitted gloves is...... What's his name again Kee?" "Wasn't it Knitty," I asked, trying even harder to keep from laughing. I had an idiotic grin stuck to my face, but that was it thankfully. Fili nodded again. "That's Knitty with the notebook. The last red head, over by the fire, that's Smithy, and his brother's the one with the ear trumpet. That's Eary. Are we missing anyone?" I looked up at Fili with a look that asked 'Aren't you forgetting something?' Fili snapped his fingers. "Okay hobbit, the last of our company is the one over there," He said, pointing to the fire. Thorin was reading a map again, plotting our course no doubt. "Right, he was a something Oakenshield," Bilbo said, waving his hand in a circle. "Grumpin Oakenshield," Fili said, but that was it for me. I fell over in a fit of giggles. Bilbo thankfully paid me no mind. He looked at Fili in disbelief. "Grumpin, who in their right mind would name someone Grumpin," Bilbo asked. Fili shrugged. "Beats me," He said, his skin under his beard turning red, not just from the firelight. Huh, so he was having trouble holding back his laughter! "Well, I'm going to get some more, if there's anything left," Bilbo said getting up. He turned around and walked towards Bombur, who was still at the stew pot. "Cracker, could you please let me have the ladle," Bilbo asked politely. Bombur paid him no mind. The hobbit shrugged and dipped his bowl into the pot, getting some more stew. As Bilbo walked past Thorin, he said a greeting. " Good Evening Grumpin," He said kindly. Thorin frowned and looked up at the hobbit, who was walking back towards us without a worry on his mind. "What did you call me," Thorin asked, getting up. Bilbo frowned and turned around. "I just said Good Evening, Mr Oakenshield," Bilbo said, a little more then befuddled. I slapped Fili's arm. "I think it's time to make ourselves scarce," I whispered. Fili nodded and we stood up. We were up the two pines quicker then a squirrel. "No you called me something, what was it," Thorin pressed, wagging a finger at the frightened hobbit. Bilbo stammered. "I-I c-called you by y-your name, Mr Oakenshield." Thorin frowned at Bilbo. "My name isn't Grumpin," He growled. "Who told you-" Thorin let out a very noisy sigh and flexed his hands as if he were ringing something, or someone's neck. "FILI AND KILI, MAKE YOUR SELVES SEEN BEFORE I MAKE YOU A PORCUPINE," He bellowed. I fell out of the tree laughing so hard, Fili was barely able to climb down he was laughing so hard. Bilbo was back on the rock, silently eating his stew, throwing a furious glance at us. Thorin was glaring ice at us. "Yes Uncle Grumpin," I asked, cracking at the end. Thorin's glare intensified so Fili and I stood erect, silenced our giggles and attempted to look Thorin in the eye. "Very funny," Thorin growled, ice and fury leaking out through his voice. Our giggles disappeared and all our attention was on Thorin. "If I didn't promise Dis that nothing would harm you, I would this second! You two have pony watch for the next week-" "Thorin!" We shouted. "Two weeks. Hop to it!" Thorin stalked back to the fire. "Come now Thorin," Gandalf said from his stump. "That's a little harsh is it not?" Thorin sat back down. "It's time they were Dwarrow, not dwarflings," Thorin growled. I growled and kicked a twig that was by my foot. It went flying through the air and stuck it's self in Thorin's hair. I sat down quicker then I though possible. Thorin didn't notice either, so I hoped I was safe. Nobody ratted on me, so I thankfully was. I crawled over to the pine tree that I had climbed up and leaned against it. It happened to be near Bilbo's rock. Bilbo set down his food and looked at me. "Yes hobbit," I asked. Fili sat down in between Bilbo and I, glancing at both of us. Bilbo opened his mouth, shut it again, took a deep breath, opened his mouth again, growled and pointed at me. "You had it coming," He growled at last. Fili and I chuckled. "Don't regret it though, not one second of it!" Bilbo chuckled.

please ignore the Point of View change

"Are you sure hobbit," Kili asked. "Thorin's going to want everyone well rested so we can move-" "I'm sure Kili," I said again. "I can't sleep, so I'll take watch with Floppy- I mean Bofur!" Fili and Kili smirked, but I guaranteed that they wouldn't be smirking for long. I actually needed Bofur's help to make that happen. They grabbed their bed rolls from their sacks and the blonde rolled them out. Kili walked over and kicked Bofur in the back, jostling him awake. They spoke a while in their stony language that sounded more like rocks on ice then anything, before Bofur sat up with a yawn and Kili went to his roll. Bofur got up and sat next to me. " 'Ello hobbit, Kili said you couldn't sleep," Bofur said cheerfully. I shrugged. "Tha's alrigh', first time out on the road, correct?" I nodded and flexed my toes. Bofur stuck his pipe in his mouth and slapped my back. "You'll get used to it soon enough!" I looked up at him. "Maybe," I said ruefully. "I need some help actually." Bofur looked at me, so I continued. "I need to get back at Fili and Kili, mostly Kili." Bofur smiled and shifted his pipe to one side of his mouth. "Why mostly Kili," He asked. I shrugged and grabbed a stick by my toe. "He made a fool of me and said he didn't regret one second of it," I growled. "Nobody makes a fool of a Baggins, or a Took for that matter. I want to get him back, but I don't know how." I wasn't sure why I felt I needed to get back at the poor dwarrow, maybe it was my Took coming out again. Bofur adjusted his hat and pursed his lips as he thought. Smoke poured out of his pipe and out of his mouth for a few minuets before Bofur spoke. Bofur scared the wits out of me as he chuckled. "Pepper," He said at last. I frowned at him as I drove my stick into the ground. "What good would that do," I asked, gripping the stick with my toes. Bofur chuckled again. "Kili's very allergic to pepper. One time I-" "Where does Cracker-BOMBUR! Where does Bombur keep his spices?" "Where else," Bofur asked. With a shake of his head, he pointed to Bombur. It took a good long stare, but I found where Bombur kept his spices. On his belt, which he never took off. "Ye know hobbit," Bofur started, but I held out a finger to him. "I am going to get that pepper, and give Kili what he deserves. Don't. Make. A sound." I got to my feet and stepped around my sack. I crouched down next to Bombur and assessed my plan. It was to take off his belt, use what I needed and put it back on, but seeing that the spice containers were removable, that plan was abandoned. Also, upon closer examination, I wouldn't of been able to remove, much less put on, the belt. "Hobbit," Bofur hissed, I paid him no mind. I heard him slap his pants as he gave up trying to get my attention. If it was important, he would have persisted. I searched his belt for the pepper, and found it almost underneath him. I just hoped he would roll over when I grabbed it. Then I realized something. "Will he wake," I hissed back. "What," Bofur hissed back. "Will Bombur wake up when I pull on his belt," I hissed louder. Bofur snorted. "He wouldn't wake up even if ye yelled in 'is ear!" I turned back to Bombur and reached for his belt again. "Ye really-" I glared at Bofur, who went silent. I snatched the pepper off Bombur's belt and tensed as he shifted. When he didn't' wake, I let out a sigh of relief. I slunk back over to Bofur, who was silently chuckling to himself. I chuckled and held up the pepper. Bofur's chuckles intensified as he held up his own pepper. My smirk disappeared and I stared blankly at Bofur. "I tried to tell ye, but ye were so intent on grabbing Bombur's..." Bofur shook his head again with another chuckle. I threw the pepper in my hand over my shoulder and grabbed Bofur's pepper. I stood back up and went over to Kili bed roll. surprisingly, he wasn't in it, more like to the side of it. It didn't' bother me too much, seeing as it made my job more easy. If only Thorin hadn't slept right next to Kili. I didn't know how heavy a sleeper he was, and I didn't want to find out. I stepped onto Kili's bed roll, scurried over to his bags and grabbed the coat that was sitting on top. It was a very startling blue, hemmed with silver. I grabbed the hood, flipped it inside out and dumped the pepper all over it. When I felt my own nose tickle, I figured that would be enough incentive for Kili. I laid it back on his sack and crawled back to Bofur. "Be sure not to keep anything on ye," Bofur reminded. I dropped the pepper container. "Right." I yawned. Bofur chuckled again. "Get some sleep. Ye might need to make a mad dash back to yer hole." I frowned at him. "Why?" "Durin's have a nasty temper. Kili as far as I know, doesn't have it, but he might." I blinked a few times with another yawn. "Okay," I mumbled. I pulled out a blanket from my sack and laid it next to Bofur's empty roll. It happened to be on a huge tree root, but there wasn't another empty spot. Getting as comfortable as I could with the root digging into my back, I shut my eyes.

I was the first one up, and the only reason that I woke up was because Fili prodded me awake. "Hobbit, please wake up," He urged. I opened my eyes and sat up. "Thank the stars. Thorin wants you to gather the ponies while Bombur makes some food." I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Bombur was up and at the stew pot again, Gandalf and Thorin talking quietly on the other side of the camp. Everyone else was snoring softly. Fili pulled me to my feet and slapped my shoulders. "Thorin said I had to help you, and I would rather not miss breakfast, so how about we get a move on, hum?" I yawned again as I rolled up my blanket. "Kili'll take care of that hobbit, we just need to take care of the ponies before- oh dear, here he comes." I looked up from rolling my blanket up to find Thorin stalking towards us, a glare on his face. He stopped three feet from Fili and looked at him, glancing every now and then at me. "Why did you wake the hobbit," He asked, thoroughly annoyed. Fili looked at his boots, which were scuffing the dirt underneath him. "I told you to have Kili help you." Fili looked up and attempted to match Thorin's stare. "He had another one last night, and it kept him up," Fili defended. "I figured that he could use the sleep more then anyone else. I rather like my limbs though, so I wouldn't dare wake anyone else." Thorin growled. "I don't mind that you woke up the hobbit to let Kili sleep," Thorin said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just next time, make sure that I know ahead of time." Thorin lowered his voice. "Do you know what it was about?" "The usual, I think. Kee sort of mumbled it." Thorin sighed and looked Fili in the eye. "Keep a close eye on him today." Thorin noticed that I was standing there, and scowled at me. "Don't you have something to do?" I dropped the blanket I had in my hand, the malice in his voice was terrifying. "Er, yes," I stammered. "It's just that I erhm, was waiting for Fili to finish talking with you G-Thorin." Thorin glared at me a little longer then I would have liked and trudged back to Gandalf. How I was going to survive the next week, I had no idea. I picked up my blanket and rolled it back up. "Had another what," I asked Fili as I put the blanket into my sack. "Humwhat," Fili asked. "Kili had another what," I asked again. Fili cracked his knuckles and walked up next to me. "Nightmare," He said in my ear, startling me. Have the dwarves ever heard of personal space?! He smirked at me and gestured to my sack. "Why are you packing if you don't even have somewhere to stow that?" I looked down to my pack and nudged it with my foot. "Well, we could have to go at a moments notice, and I don't want to be the reason for everyone being eaten alive because my things weren't packed." Someone growled behind me, it happened to be Dwalin. "You could learn a few things from the hobbit Fili," He grumbled as he sat up. With another yawn and a shake of his head, Dwalin was up and tugging on Balin's beard, attempting to get him up. Balin, who was snoring two seconds ago, grabbed his sword and swung it towards Dwalin, who aptly jumped over it. "Let go brother," Balin growled. Dwalin released the white beard and folded his arms. Balin sat up and frowned at Dwalin, but there was mirth in his eyes. Fili slapped my back again. "Do you want on Thorin's bad side again," Fili asked. I shook my head and gestured for Fili to lead the way to...where ever we were going. Turns out, it wasn't far, and it wasn't too hard. Fili lead me over a few sleeping dwarrow the Ri family I believe, and I found myself in a small clearing. All the sixteen ponies were accounted for, and Gandalf's horse too. All the saddles were stacked by a large willow tree, and a small creek ran on the other side of the clearing. Fili walked over to Gandalf's horse and clapped his hands at him, shouting something. The horse looked at Fili and got up. Fili moved over to his head and rubbed his neck, scratched behind his ear and so forth. "Hobbit, hand me the largest saddle, I think Kili put it on a branch," He said loudly over his shoulder. I walked over to the saddles and looked at them. They all looked the same... "Hurry hobbit," Fili hissed again. On a rather high branch sat a saddle, one that had a larger seating area then the rest. I reached up and pulled it off the branch. It happened to be heaver then I thought it would be, so I dropped it...on my toes... I inhaled loudly and hissed, pulling out my foot and swinging it as I did so. I leaned down and picked up the saddle, this time prepared for it's weight. I waddled, yes waddled, over to Fili, who picked up the saddle with ease and flung it onto the horse. "What took so long," Fili asked, looked sideways at me. I frowned at him. "I'm short. That's heavy, and my toes are unprotected-something just hit my head!" Fili snorted and looked up as he pulled on the strap for the saddle. "It's going to rain soon," He said absently. "I suggest that we hurry up." Thankfully, the rest of the saddles and ponies were much easier. We were done within the hour, I think. We lead the ponies and horse back to where we had slept and I found that everyone was up already. And they were eating without us. My stomach roared, and everyone looked at me. "Someone's hungry," Kili said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and tied up the pony's to a tree. "You two can eat on the road," Thorin said, putting his bowl in his sack. He frowned and rifled through his sack a little more. "Where's my cloak," He asked, looking around the camp. "Oh," Kili said, getting up suddenly. "I knew I was forgetting something." He went over to his own pack and pulled out the blue cloak I had dumped pepper on. My eyes widened and I looked at Bofur. He was equally surprised. I prayed that it wouldn't rain. "I borrowed it last night, got a little cold." Kili handed the cloak to Thorin, who was frowning at Kili, but you could see that he wasn't really mad at him, more annoyed. Thorin clasped the cloak to his neck and went to his pony, as did most everyone else. Bombur and Gandalf stayed by the stew pot. "How do you get on," I asked. Everyone chuckled. "Watch me hobbit," Kili said. He turned towards the pony and put his right foot in the hangy down thing, I think Fili said it was a stirrup earlier. He grabbed the horn like thing on top of the saddle and pulled himself up. "Okay, don't watch me," Kili said. He had gotten up backwards. Everyone chuckled. Kili slid back down and put his left foot in the stirrup. This time he pulled himself up the right way. I looked at the pony I was going to ride. She seemed fairly gentle. I grabbed the horn, put my left foot in the stirrup and pulled myself up. I flung my other leg over the saddle and sat on it. "You did it," Fili shouted, almost in disbelief. "Very nice job Bilbo," Gandalf said, handing me a bowl of food. It was cool, but still very good. We got in two lines, side by side, I happened to be next to Ori, behind Fili and Kili. We left the forest and found ourselves in a field, covered in fog. We trotted down the path for a while, until it started to rain. Everyone pulled up their hoods, I watched in horror as Thorin pulled his hood over his face. He sneezed once, twice, thrice, stopped and looked back at Fili and Kili, who were right behind him. He sneezed again as he turned his pony towards them. "Kil*SNEEZE* Kili, what in *SNEEZE* Durin's name did yo*SNEEZE* you do to my *SNEEZE* cl*SNEEZE* cloak," He sneezed. Fili and Kili were laughing their heads off, I was surprised that they weren't falling off their ponies. I tried to hide in my coat, but I couldn't. "I didn't do anything Thorin," Kili managed to chortle out. Thorin sneezed again, launching Fili and Kili into another round of laughter. "Something *SNEEZE* is making me *SNEEZE* sneeze like this, *SNEEZE* if you don't *SNEEZE* find out what it *SNEEZE* is-" "I did it," I yelled. "I thought it was Kili's cloak and dumped pepper in the hood. Look, I'm really sorry-" One sharp glare from Thorin shut me up. Thorin took off his hood and let his hair get drenched in the rain. A few more hours past, with Kili and Bofur re-enacting Thorin's sneezing. Everyone got bored with that, so we tossed around a fairly large apple Kili found. "Hey hobbit," Bofur called. I turned around and got an apple to the face. It landed in my lap as everyone laughed. "Hobbit, I'm open," Ori called. "Over here hobbit," Nori called, farther back. "Mr Boggins," Kili called. I turned towards Kili and threw the apple at his head. He ducked and it hit Thorin's back. He happened to be passing over a small hobbit bridge without rails, and must of been shifting in his seat or something, because he fell off the saddle, and into the creek. I stared at where Thorin disappeared into the fog. I heard the splash, the gasp, and a bunch of yelling. Thorin's head appeared in the fog, his hair was sticking to his face from the water. He spat the water out of his mouth and looked up at the company, specifically at me. He started yelling at me in his stony language, Fili and Kili who were laughing moments ago, where now flinching at what Thorin was saying. "Hey, hobbit, you might want to start running," Fili said as Thorin's head disappeared in the fog again as he slipped in the water. I blinked at him. "What did he say," I dared to ask. "He's going to kill you with your own hair," Kili mumbled. "Something along the lines of that. Best to get going hobbit." I didn't even have to move a finger. Something grabbed my shoulders and lifted me out of my saddle. I watched as the ground dropped out from under me. Twenty feet, thirty feet, still climbing. I had climbed many trees in my youth, but never this high. I yelled out and kicked at the air, drawing eyes. Ori Kili and Fili looked up and gaped. They yelled out as they faded in the fog. My hands flew to whatever was holding my shoulders still, and I felt scales, like what I would find on a chicken's legs. I looked up and at first saw nothing. Then I saw feathers, white feathers. I yelled out again, and the beast that was carrying me looked down. The ceature's head was like an eagle's, only it was brown and huge. It's left eye was green, it's right blue. It had a beak, on it's chest was a leather strap that was starting to shred from age. "Put me down," I screamed. The ceature's eyes narrowed and it opened it's maw. A shrill and cold shriek bellowed from it's maw, right into my face. It's talons let go and I dropped a few feet, I couldn't tell how far I dropped because of the fog. I screamed as I fell, twirling top over bottom as I fell. The creature grabbed my left foot, stopping my fall abruptly, also sending pain up my leg. We continued to descend until I could reach down and touch the ground. The creature reared up, landed, and set me down under it's paw, though it didn't squish me. "What did you find there girl," Someone asked. It was a female someone, and her boots were right in front of my face. "Good grief, is it still alive?" "Yes I'm alive," I yelled into the dirt. "Get this thing off me!" The female leaned down until I could see her knee. She rubbed my head and pulled at one of the talons on my back. "Now now, there's no need to start calling names hobbit," The lady cooed. She stood up again, ruffling the creature's leg feathers on the way up. "Lakita, take him back where you found him. We don't catch hobbits, especially nicely dressed, soaking hobbits." The creature cooed at her. "Now I mean it girl, take the hobbit back where you found him, gently! We don't want another restraining order." I was picked up around my middle and lifted into the sky again. I curled into the fetal position, as much as I could with something holding my torso. I shut my eyes and held behind my knees, pulling them as close as I could. The creature let go of me and panic surged. I yelled out for a split second as I was dropped on the ground. "There you are hobbit, we were getting worried," Someone called above me. A warm hand touched my shoulder, pulling me out of my protective ball to see who it was. Oh joy, it was Kili. Fili hopped down from his pony and joined Kili in crouching down next to me. "What happened, we barely saw you get lifted," Fili said. I sat up and shook my self off as I got to my feet. "Not entirely sure," I mumbled. Kili patted me on the back and smirked. "Can't be too bad," He said with a cheeky grin. "Has um....Has Thorin cooled down," I asked shyly. "I like my life a lot and would like to keep it." Kili chuckled and pushed me towards his pony. "The thing is, Thorin doesn't cool down," Fili said, walking towards his pony. "He might simmer for a while but he doesn't forget things like that. Can't be too bad though..." I gulped as I climbed into Kili's saddle.

I poked at the fire with a charred stick. Thorin had given me another night of watch with Fili and Kili. They were watching a bird twitter in a tree, talking to them selves in their language, chuckling every now and then. The darkened sky was darker then ever with clouds, but when the cloud barrier did break, more stars then I could count filled the night sky, giving off a beautiful light. Slowly, everyone fell asleep, starting with Ori, ending with Gandalf, possibly Thorin. I picked up Bombur's frying pan and scrapped the burned on food into the fire again, then set it back by my foot. The forest behind me and fields in front were full of bird's twittering, and other animal noises. Suddenly, they all stopped. Fili and Kili looked up and frowned. "Did you hear that," Kili asked. I looked up from the fire and frowned at him. "Hear what," I asked. "Exactly," Fili said. They stood up and drew their swords. "If anything happens hobbit, sound the alarm." I stood up and looked at them. "What is the alarm," I asked. "Loudly yelling that something's up," Kili said as he rolled his eyes. They stocked into the fields, leaving me to guard the camp. I sat back down and waited for a few minuets. Something started to make my neck itch, so I lifted my hand up to it. I was yanked backwards off the log I was sitting on by my neck, thanks to a very strong arm. "ACK," I yelled. I pulled at the arm around my neck as a hand pushed on the top of my forehead. My foot kicked upwards, throwing the frying pan into the air. It landed in my arm's reach, so I grabbed for it. The owner of the arm turned me so I couldn't get to the frying pan with my arm, but my feet still could. I grabbed it with my toes, lifted it to my hand and pulled my head out of the person's grip. I turned around, grabbed the frying pan with both hands and took a step back from the attacker. Fili and Kili yelled out and tackled the person that attacked me, or Kili did. They fought on the ground, abandoning their weapons. I took a few deep breaths as I lowered the frying pan. "Are they wrestling," I asked. Twice now, Kili had a chance to knock out who ever that was, and he didn't. "More like an extreme wrestling," Thorin said behind me, startling me. He was up and looked at the two rolling on the ground, a miffed expression on his face. "GET OFF ME," Kili yelled, waking everyone else up. The figure was sitting on top of Kili, a smug smile on her face. "Not until you apologize for knocking me over," She yelled. Kili squirmed under her, until she rocked back and forth on him. "OKAY, I'M SORRY FOR KNOCKING YOU OVER," Kili yelled, waking up Oin and Bombur. The person got off Kili and helped him up, then embraced him with a huge hug. Kili wiggled out and the person looked around. "Well," She said. "That was rather unexpected." "What was unexpected was that you choked me," I yelled. "How is that a way to greet someone?!" Fili and Kili chuckled. "That's her special way of greeting," Fili said, throwing an arm around the lady. "What is she doing here," Dwalin growled, right behind me. Sensing that an argument was coming, I backed away and watched from over by Gandalf. The lady smirked and set her hands on her hips. "I'm here, the same reason as you Dwalin," She growled. Dwalin snorted. I leaned over to Gandalf. "Do you know who she is," I asked. Gandalf shook his head. "Not a clue, but they have some familiarity with her," He said, pointing to the Durins with his pipe. "Come now Dwalin, Myrin won't do any harm," Balin said standing next to Dwalin. Gandalf stiffened. "Besides, I would have come if I didn't have that accident," Myrin said. She turned to Thorin, her gaze turning steely. "You have some explaining to do," She growled at him. Thorin frowned at her. "What do I have to explain," He asked, matching her tone. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a letter with a Phoenix. She frowned and dug farther into her bag. She pulled out what looked like a wanted poster, but it didn't have a face on it. On it were words in some form of elvish, but I couldn't tell what they said. Dwalin, Balin, Gloin, Oin, Dori, Bofur, Bifur and Bombur hissed as she held it out for everyone to see. Dwalin muttered something in his stony language, supposedly directed at Thorin. Thorin shrugged and said something back. Myrin yelled at him, Fili and Kili watching the exchange with confusion. Everyone else was trying to stay out of it, Balin adding a few things now and then. Myrin walked over and poked Thorin in the chest, threateningly, saying something very slowly. She backed up, gave one more glare at him, and turned around. "There was a hobbit around here," She said. She spotted me and smiled brightly. "There he is! Come here so I can have a look see!" I glanced at Gandalf, hoping he would help me get out of this, but he nodded towards the person. I took a deep breath and walked towards her with my hand out. "Bilbo Baggins-" "Give it a twirl," She said, moving her finger in a circle. I stopped and frowned at her. "What," I asked. She rolled her eyes and smirked. "Give it a twirl hobbit, or do I need to circle you?" "Just do it hobbit, we all had to," Kili said. I glanced over at him, frowned back at Myrin, and gave a twirl. "Not that fast," Myrin yelled. "Try it slower!" I stopped, and started to spin slowly. "Okay, a little faster then that." I spun a little faster. She suddenly grabbed my chin and looked at my face, her purple eyes staring into the depths of mine. One eye squinted at me as she turned my head to the left, then to the right. She let go and backed up, her hand moving to her own chin. Fili and Kili were laughing, so I glared at them. "What's so funny," I asked. "You twirled," Fili said. "You did to," I countered. "No they didn't hobbit," Myrin said, still staring at me. "They did that to make you twirl. Thanks, by the way." Kili nodded and smirked at me. I frowned further at him, making future plans to get back at him. "Your, not quite pot belly, and your strong back suggests that you like to garden, but seeing as your fingers are unnaturally clean, you haven't done it in a while," Myrin began. I stared at her, wondering where she was going with this. "The paper cut on your left index finger indicates that you like to read, along with the other scars from paper cuts on your hands." I shoved my hands into my pockets. "You don't like to be laughed at because you were laughed at when in your youth, possibly an un hobbit young one?" I felt myself nodded, even though I didn't want to tell her anything more. "The dark circles indicates that you haven't slept in a while, or that you have been finding it hard to sleep the past few days, no more then a week without adequate sleep. The wrinkles on your face show that you haven't smiled in a while, so you don't have any young ones of your own, and you don't contact your parents, if they are still alive. Sorry to hear that. Your forearm strength is low, so you haven't held an axe before, unless it was to shop down your yearly wood supply, yet your belt loops are stretched out. Either you have many young hobbits in the Shire that like you, or you tug at them when nervous. The latter, as I see now. Seeing your coat, you are better off then some, but are content with your things. All in all, a fairly good, typical hobbit, though I doubt most would consider traveling with dwarves typical." Myrin smiled at me and held out her hand. "Myrin Flambard, at your service Master Hobbit." I looked up from studying my feet and looked at Myrin. The name couldn't be a coincidence. I took her hand. "You already know my name, but I'm curious at yours," I said. "I know a Flambard, and I'm wondering if he's-" "Named after me," Myrin finished. She let go of my hand and rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah, I saved old Took when Flambard's Da was little, so when he grew up he named his first born after me, but he couldn't quite remember it correctly." "That's all fine and dandy Myrin," Fili said. "But does he have a chance for becoming a Burglar?" Myrin smiled at me, her eye squinting slightly. "That remains to be seen." "Miss Flambard," Gandalf said behind me, once again startling me. "Flamebird," Myrin corrected. "I must of mispronounced it again. It's Flamebird mister..." "Gandalf the Grey. I was simply curious as to where you got yoru first name." "My Amad, where else?" Gandalf's bushy eye brows furrowed as he nodded. "Well, Myrin, it's a beautiful name." "Not that I have a grudge against pleasantries," Bombur interrupted. "But it's almost moon high, and we have to be up at dawn again. I would LIKE to get some sleep!" Bombur curled over in his bed roll. Soon his snores joined the crickets and other wild life. "Well, some people don't change," Myrin said with a bright smile. "Indeed," Dwalin hissed. Myrin glared at Dwalin, Dwalin glared back. This journey just became a whole lot more interesting...

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doseofheroes · 6 years ago

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Stalling

Summary: When Bucky is injured in the woods, he comes across a small cabin.

Words: 4072 (wtf)

Pair: bucky x reader

Warnings: violence, swearing

A/n: it is literally my first time writing anything besides a paper for school so sorry for how terrible it is but I had the idea and wanted to try! Also learnt the hard way about formatting so hopefully its somewhat coherent. Also also I wrote it in a night on my phone... Idk if literally anyone will read this but im kinda happy with how it turned out so enjoy!

When you moved out to the middle of nowhere a couple of months ago you knew you were just stalling. After graduating university four quick years later you were no more sure of what you wanted to do now then when you started. So yes, time off to be alone and think for yourself was a stall tactic, but doesn’t mean it was the wrong move right?

The first couple of weeks were peaceful. You were in a small cabin you rented off airbnb located somewhere on the outer edge of the ** forest. Snow fell as slowly creating a fresh layer as you sat inside cozied up with a blanket and some tea reading by the fire. A clichè but still nice.

You made yourself some pasta for dinner and listened to some old Amy Whinehouse tunes. Cleaning up the dishes you decided to call it an early night and went to bed. Little did you know what or rather who would show up at your door that night.

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Bucky and Natasha had set out on mission to the depths of the ** forest where a known hydra base was located. Their job was to only collect intel for now so they could make a proper plan and bring back the group for execution. The base had turned out to be much larger than they had anticipated counting over 250 hydra agents working on the base so far.

“How the hell are we just getting wind of this now?” Bucky stared at the base in confusion.

“Somethings not right. We should’ve heard about this one when we took out the others.” Nat said sharing a concerned look with Bucky.

“We shouldn’t go any further until we get the others” Nat said as she started to pack up.

“We need to figure out what the deal is here” Bucky started “we can’t leave yet.”

“Bucky, there are 250 of them and 2 of us. I know we’re a little above average but thats a bit overkill. No pun intended.”

Bucky smirked at her attempt at humour but there was no way he was leaving just yet. He felt something was off and he wanted to know what. “I’ll do a quick look around. In and out. No contact”

“Bucky, no. Dont be stupid. I get it, but lets not do something we’ll regret. I’m calling this in, i’ll let them know were heading back.”

Bucky sits silently for a second and notices she’s looking for his agreement. He nods.

As Nat trails back to get a signal Bucky turns back to look at the base. “What are you up to...” he says to himself as he looks around. Thats when he sees it. The ever so familiar blue liquid. Fuck he thinks to himself. Theyre trying again...more super soldiers...more....me. His mind flashes back to his hydra days and all the stuff they made him do. This can’t happen.

Against all better judgement he looks back at Nat who is still facing away and starts to descend down the rocks towards the base. He just needs to get the suitcase filled with the serum and get out.

Reaching the outer gates he looks around to make his plan. Thats when all hell brakes loose. A guard patrolling the fence line spots him and starts to yell. Bucky runs over to take him out before anyone notices but it’s too late. Next thing he knows hes taking on an army of hydra agents, shots flying. Nat hears the commotion and turns around. “I don’t believe this.” She says into her comms. She’s about to start the descent when she realizes its too late. Bucky’s down. They’ve got him. This just became a rescue mission.

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Bucky slowly comes to and tries to rub his face but soon realizes he is restrained. Taking in his surroundings he tries not to let panic set in as he looks around the room of the hydra base. Everyone is silently staring at him now that he’s awake. One of the men mutters something to a nurse and she leaves the room. The door bursts open a minute later and in comes a tall thin man with a lab coat. “Hello Mr Barnes. This is a pleasant surprise.” Bucky says nothing but gives the man a blank stare. “I see, the strong but silent type. Well your timing is opportune for us Mr Barnes. you see, we are finally creating our own little army of, well, you to be blunt, and I think you can give me the answers to the questions that remain.” Bucky stays silent not letting his panic show. The doctor doesn’t say much more telling the nurses to start the work up. They start collecting blood samples.

Bucky knows he doesn’t have long before this gets real bad so he starts to form his escape plan in his head. The restraints do not feel like they will be too difficult to break out of, its the building he is unsure of, having been unconscious when they brought him in. I guess we’re gonna wing it he thinks to himself.

Once the nurses clear and all the guards leave except the two at the door, Bucky knows its time. He breaks out of the restraints easily, as he suspected. He knocks on the door and the two guards turn around, eyes widening with realization. They start yelling as he bursts through the door knocking them both out.

As he makes his way through the building things are getting worse and worse. Thats when he sees the doctor, face not of fear, but perhaps interest? Bucky keeps making his way out when he sees a guy blocking the door. He takes a good look at him and he realizes. Shit. This is no regular soldier.

He starts swinging and while he is holding his own, he is still taking quite the beating. I just have to get out he thinks. The soldier now has a rifle. great. Using his arm to deflect the shots he runs full force to take him down but takes a hit in his side. Bucky grunts as the shot stings but the soldier pulls out a knife and Bucky rolls in a near miss.

Ducking and dodging Bucky reminds himself he’s not here to fight, he just needs to get out. He turns and makes a run for it, and is almost home free when he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder and is knocked down. He turns his head to see the knife sticking out of his back. Pulling it out slowly Bucky cringes at the pain but the soldier is already walking back to him.

A knife fight ensues as Bucky desperately tries to stave him off. A realization comes to Bucky. I gotta take the hit to leave. Bucky slows his movements and he feels the knife go straight into his chest. Screaming in pain bucky pulls out the knife almost regretting that, but now, with both knives in his hand he is able to make a run for it throwing the final two knives hitting the soldier twice as he makes his escape.

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Bucky is out of breath and losing feeling as his body tries to recover from the two stab wounds and the shot. He needs to find a safe place to get the bullet out.

After wandering for a few miles Bucky smells smoke. That’s when he sees it. A house...out here? He checks the perimeter for any signs of hyrda or that someone is living there. There is a car in the driveway but no signs point to hydra. He takes the risk and starts to bang on the door.

What the fuck? You think to yourself as you slowly wake up to a loud noise. Fear sets in when you realize someone is banging on your door. You sit in bed waiting for a few minutes hoping they will go away. When the knocking doesn’t subside you decide to go down and check out who it is. God this is stupid, you’ve seen horror movies y/n!!

You look through the doors peephole and thats when you see him. Its dark out so you can’t make out much but you can tell he is handsome. Really y/n? A stranger is knocking on your door in the middle of nowhere at 2 am and you think ‘ooh he’s handsome’?! You mentally scold yourself. Thats when you notice he is clutching his chest.

“Please. I know you’re there. I can hear you. I just need some help and I will leave. I mean you no harm” please for the love of god let me in Bucky thinks to himself.

You are terrified but he looks really hurt. This is a bad idea...you think to yourself but unlock the door anyway.

Bucky perks up at the noise and the door opens slowly. Buckys eyes look up to you and he stares for a second. “Can I come in, please?” He says softly.

“Oh yes sorry!” You say as you let him in, adrenaline rushing. He walks inside slowly looking around before heading to the kitchen. You go to turn on the lights and flick them on before he has time to yell “Dont!” But its too late. You gasp as you take in his injuries and blood soaked clothes.

You look up to his face. “Please, turn them off” he says firmly but quietly. You do as he says. He has the most beautiful blue eyes you think before being kicked back to reality.

“Are you- are you o-okay?” You ask voice shaky. He stays silent. “Well you’re obviously not okay...but do you need...how can I help you? Should I call the police? You should really-“

“Im fine, no need to call anyone” he says cutting you off. “Do you have a towel or something?” You sit there frozen for a few seconds before you spring into action. You disappear upstairs for a few minutes. Bucky takes a deep breath after you leave trying to reorganize his thoughts. The moment he saw your face he forgot, even just for a moment, why he was there in the first place. You had such a calming presence even though you were clearly panicked. You came back arms full with anything you thought could be remotely useful. First aid kit, towels, and a sewing kit you didn’t know you had until now among other things. As you head back to the kitchen you almost drop everything as the man stands shirtless in front of you. You regain composure placing everything on the counter pretending not to see the man smirk.

“I’m going to need you to take the bullet out.” He deadpans. “What?!” You choke out almost laughing at the thought. “I can’t reach it with my other injuries....” he trails off seeing the panicked look on your face “you know what don’t worry about it I think I can manage” A wave of relief floods over you at his words but as he goes to sit you see him wince and you know he was lying for your benefit. Be strong y/n you can do this, you are a strong independent woman “ I can do it. I can take it out. You’re clearly not okay.” Bucky is about to protest but stops when he feels another wave of pain. He nods at you and sterilizes the tweezers before handing them to you. You grab them reluctantly but give him a small smile. He doesn’t know why but that small action gives him enough comfort he thinks he might just be ok. “Okay here goes nothing” you say as he exhale deeply and stick the tweezers in. Bucky grips the counter top and groans. “Im so sorry!” You quickly retreat from your real life game of operation. “No I’m fine keep going” he says and gives you a reassuring smile. “So..” you try to think of some conversation to keep his mind elsewhere. “Do you like cats?” Oh my god bitch are you for real, you are gonna die alone. You clear your throat awkwardly, too late to back out of this conversation. He cracks a smile at your clear embarrassment but answers your question. “Um Ive never had one but I dont mind them I guess. More of a dog person I think” she nods. “Are you...a cat person?” Yikes this is awkward Bucky thinks to himself. But he kind of likes awkward with you. “ Im in animal person in general. Love them all.” You say half focused on the conversation half focused on his side. You try not to let your eyes wander to his abs...and that chest.. ugh is this a man or a god and thats when you realized you had stopped moving and he was staring at you....staring at him. Your eyes quickly dart away and your face heats up at being so blatantly caught enjoying the view. He chuckles and you quickly change the subject. “So care to explain any of this or are you just going to bleed all over my kitchen?” You say almost defensively trying to hide your embarrassment. Bucky stiffens a little. “Are you going to find the bullet or just stare at me all night?” He says half joking, avoiding the question. “I think” you say before grabbing onto the bullet finally and pulling it out quickly. Bucky winces. “that you are avoiding the question” you finish. “You know me so well already!” He states pouring some alcohol over the wound, wincing again. “Here. Stay still.” You say ready to stitch it up. “You’ve really accepted the nurse role” he says smirking “I appreciate it.” He finished more seriously. You smile back. God he loved that smile. Get yourself together barnes, it’s just a pretty girl. “Wait you’re not actually a nurse are you?” He asks suspiciously.You laugh at the accusation. “No. I’m nothing.” Wow way to spill all you life problems in one depressing sentence y/n!! Ughhh why can’t I talk to men. Well when they look this good...”What do you mean?” He asks ignoring the pain of your amateur stitches. Definitely not a nurse...“I just meant I haven’t decided what I am going to do, or be yet...thats all” you give him a weak smile and he nods in understanding. “You want me to do the others?” You point to his stab wounds. casual. “Uh sure, if you dont mind. Thanks” You nod again and begin working. You sit in silence for a bit before something occurs to Bucky. He didn’t kill that solider...they’ll be looking for him...and he may have led them right here to you. You feel Bucky tense and he begins to look around. “Whats wrong?” You ask suddenly nervous again. Wait when did you stop being nervous? “Nothing” he said quickly. “Well sit still im almost done” you say and he nods. You finish the last stitch and sit up.

“There all done! I cannot believe I just did that” You begin to smile but it quickly fades as Bucky immediately stands up and puts his shirt back on. A confused look grows on your face which quickly turns to fear as Bucky starts pulling out your kitchen knives and shoving them in his belt. He grabs your hand and starts to drag you upstairs “come with me”. You follow.

Once upstairs he looks around before opening the closet door. “Uhhh what are you doing” you say ignoring the feeling you get when he grabs your hips and moves you into the closet. “They must have followed me. Stay in here and don’t make a noise. Dont leave until I come get you.” You stare at him waiting for your brain to catch up. “Do you understand? Not a word.” You nod slowly. “You will be okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you I promise.” He turns to leave then pauses. “Im Bucky by the way.” “Y/n” you reply weakly. With that he smiles then closes the door and you hear his footsteps walk back downstairs. You sit in silence the only noise being your heavy breaths for a few minutes before you hear glass smash. Bucky takes in his surroundings, five agents, all heavily armed but no super solider. That can’t be good. He takes them down one by one with ease mentally apologizing for everything he’s breaking in your home. Once the last agent is down he steps outside and listens for more. He can hear them every so slightly which means they can’t be more than a mile away. He needs to get you out of there, you’re sitting ducks.

He runs back inside and grabs your car keys before heading upstairs to retrieve you. He swings open the closet door and you let out a scream and start kicking. “Hey hey its me!” You look up and realize your safe. “Sorry...wh-what happened?” “We need to leave. I got your keys, leave everything here, stay behind me” You get up slowly and nod sticking closely behind him. He walks slowly and quietly down the stairs then pauses. Oh fu- Buckys thoughts get cut off as he ducks to avoid the super soldiers hand swinging at his head. Ho. Ly. Shit. You think watching Bucky expertly fight what looks like a man but appears to have the strength of an elephant. You hide behind a wall peering around to watch when it hits you. Super strong men...bullets...bucky...im in an airbnb with the winter soldier. The realization hits you like a truck and you turn around stunned. You catch your breath and begin to watch again. Fear settles in all over when you see the soldier choking the life out of Bucky. Without thinking you grab a knife from the floor run over and stab him in the back. The soldier loosens his grip just enough for Bucky to break free and snaps the guys neck before he has a chance to grab you. “Thanks...” he huffs out holding his neck “we have to move” He grabs your arm and takes you out to the car. You both get inside and Bucky just starts driving.

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The drive is mostly silence as you try and process what is happening and Bucky tries to figure out what to say. “You don’t have a phone on you do you?” He asks. “No..uh you told me not to grab anything” “Right” More silence. I have to say something Bucky decides. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I wasn’t thinking straight and I-“ “You’re the winter soldier aren’t you?” You cut him off. Oh god. Bucky thought this couldn’t get worse, she called me the winter soldier, shes afraid. “I am- or was” He doesn’t know how else to say it without going off. You sit there for a minute in silence. “Ok” is all you say. Bucky looks at you in surprise. “Ok?” “Yeah, ok” you repeat. With that you shift in your seat and nod off. Ok...Bucky repeats this over and over in his head as he drives back to the compound.

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“So..they’re going to be angry with me...just as a heads up.” Bucky says to you as you arrive at the compound. “What? Aren’t you the one who is injured and missing?” “Well, yes, but it’s my fault. I was reckless and I put everyone in danger. Including you. Im sorry.” Bucky suddenly felt even more guilty in remembering that you were now dragged into this too. “It’s okay, honestly, I’m just glad your okay” you said with a smile. It was true. Yes, you were scared shitless at the time but you’re not going to pretend you weren’t psyched to have met Bucky and soon the avengers! Plus..you were going stir crazy in that cabin... oh the cabin...there goes my deposit. Bucky smiled back and got out of the car. You followed him all the way through the front doors to the elevator and down the hall admiring the building around you. This is a Stark building all right...

Bucky slowed and you could hear the avengers in on the other side of the door discussing. He steps inside and stops. “Hey guys” they all whip their heads around to stare at Bucky. Smooth. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU IDIOT!” You hear a female voice. They all proceed to start yelling at him over one another. “Guys....guys...GUYS” Bucky yells finally prompting them to stop. He steps aside and you figure thats your cue so you enter the room. “Hello” you say awkwardly waving to everyone. They all stare at you then back at him. “Who is this?” Tony friggen stark asks Bucky. “When I escaped i was injured and I came across her house. She stitched me up but they followed me so we took her car and well... here we are!” “Buck, we went in to get you and you weren’t there. What happened?” Oh my goddddd captain america!!!! Neutral face y/n, neutral face, be cool. “I broke out about 30 minutes after I was...taken in... but they had a super soldier of their own. Barely got out of there with a bullet hole and two stab wounds.” Bucky says nonchalantly. Your eyes widen at the implications of his story. For some reason your brain forgot something happened before he showed up at your door. Dude was shot and stabbed twice! What the fuck! “And you coincidentally live up in a cabin in the woods alone near a hydra base?” Tony says to you receiving a glare from Bucky. “Wha- hydra base?- no, I rented that cabin, its an airbnb, I was just staying there for a few months” you say, looking around for confirmation that they believe you. They look at each other skeptically. “She stabbed the super soldier to save me- do I really have to say this?” Bucky tries to defend you. “Hey, look, I should just go home, I don’t mean to cause any trouble” you say suddenly feeling how tired you were. “I’m sorry, but they might have seen you, I can’t let you go home until this is cleared up.” Bucky says sympathetically. Your eyes widen at this statement. You look around at the other faces and your fears are confirmed. “He’s right. We need to figure out what their plan is...and no offence..but who you are.” Steve says earning another glare from bucky. You think about this for a moment. I guess I would be skeptical too... plus staying here wouldn’t be so bad...“Alright. Fair enough.” You say shrugging. Buckys face looks surprised but then relieved. In fact they all look relieved.“Well all right sergeant, show the lady to her room” Tony says grinning at Bucky. With that you follow Bucky through the building.

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When you and Bucky finally reach your new room you can tell he wants to say something. “Im so so-“ “thanks f-“ You both speak at the same time. “You first” you say, giggling.Buckys heart clenches at the sound. ”Look, im just really sorry about all of this, I don’t know how to make it up to you.” You can see the guilt on his face. You want to wipe it away with your hands..mouth... god y/n, you sad little daydreamer. “Really truly, its okay. If it were to be anyone I’m glad its me, I was literally in the middle of doing nothing” you say laughing. “But I know how you can make it up to me” you say smiling. “How, anything” he says, face lighting up, not letting his mind go to the places her statement suggested. My first choice would be to for you to push me up against this door and make out with me buuuut... “give me a tour of this place tomorrow?” You say, the confidence of your subconscious not quite reaching your mouth. “Deal” he says nodding. His eyes linger over you for too long before he notices you stifling a yawn. “Sorry, youve had a long night, I’ll let you sleep. See you tomorrow.” “Tomorrow” you say smiling as he leaves the room. Left alone in this strange place, your thoughts swirl on only one thing, or should you say only one man.

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To be continued?

Comments appreciated :)

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sunshinexlollipops · 6 years ago

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How do u feel about the Mary debacle going down rn? U have had kind of an animosity towards her and you’ve written things against her so I’m guessing you’re not a fan of her, but hey!! I just wanted 2 kno how u felt about these posts saying ppl hate Mary unfairly. And w/ ACW r u going 2 represent that or go a dif direction??? Im super curious and I just wanna know if that’s ok! Also this isn’t meant 2 b hateful/assuming btw!!!

Hey, anon!

It’s okay, I didn’t get that vibe from this anon. I know how I’ve spoken of Mary in the past, and how that can be taken, so it’s alright! That, and I have also been clear about kind of where I stand.

I want to make a disclaimer though: I’m purely expressing my views in this post, and it isn’t meant to cause offense in any way! I’m just a chill person and I don’t have any intentions of zeroing in on anyone for any views on this. I promise I’m not trying to attack anyone or cause drama. I’m just answering you, anon, pure and simple.

And if it does seem that way, I apologize, and assure you that isn’t the case! :,)

If you want to ignore this, just scroll on! Otherwise this starts after the Arthur gif!

I’ve mentioned that I personally don’t like Mary, or at least, how things were between her and Arthur.

I don’t loathe the woman in a sense that I wanted her character to suffer, nor be redacted from the story.

Mary was put in there for a reason, and it not only gave further insight to Arthur as a character, but it helped his redemption and story in certain aspects. I respect her for that, and for certain things she did as well.

I would say the issue I did have with Mary is that she isn’t innocent, but that’s obvious— it’s mainly the reasons why she ain’t and how they affect Arthur.

While she isn’t beating Arthur nor putting him in a position in which he’s forced to help her, she does kind of corner him and know he cares for her in a way that can benefit her in her time of need.

That isn’t necessarily a bad thing in the sense of it validates crucifying her, but it’s kind of how Mary goes about it in certain ways. And how she also treats Arthur for it.

I don’t want to go into specific moments or quotes because it’s all just a mess— but I do want to say this: Mary wasn’t perfect to Arthur, just as Arthur wasn’t perfect for her.

That’s the point. None of these characters are necessarily good, or bad. But their flaws are put at the forefront of what you see, because this series is all about recognizing your flaws and trying to do better by them. To be a better person.

Arthur was a man that came with too many problems. Not necessarily with himself as a man, but mainly with the life he led.

He was an outlaw, and he couldn’t give that up easily. But he wanted to, for Mary.

The timing was just never in their favor.

As for Mary, she didn’t want to admit or realize how bad her father is. She criticizes Arthur but remains blind to her father, and does pin Arthur for what he is when what he is benefits her when she asks for his help.

Additionally, to make note of this too: someone mentioned to me her father does mistreat her (he had a line in which he wished her dead or something along those lines), and it’s sad to see how Mary is in denial about all of it. Her father is just a piece of shit and it’s sad to see how she just writes it off while holding Arthur accountable.

I think a lot of people hate Mary the way they do because of how her interactions with Arthur are because of that criticism. It does appear like usage, and certain things she does are manipulative.

And do some people hate mary for being with Arthur/breaking up with him (the first or technically the second time)?

Yes. Of course.

Personally, I can understand why they didn’t work out. I don’t fault Mary for leaving entirely. I just find an issue in her jaded and contradictory stance on Arthur and that she sided with her father’s notions on Arthur despite all of his hypocrisy.

Now. It’s all taken with a grain of salt.

Because it’s understandable they didn’t work out.

How could they have?

They were teens/young adults who were more caught up in love than to see the problems lying within their relationship. Feelings outweighed reality, and it came crashing down when they acknowledged the problems that were keeping them on two sides of the same fence.

She did care about Arthur. She wanted to run with him, and she insured his grave after he died. And Arthur loved her still, falling right back for her and in general, using his final journal entry to write about her first, and how he only wanted her to be happy.

They cared about each other, even if they never got to to about it right.

As for Mary writing Arthur as she did after Guarma— it makes sense, for both sides!

It can be frustrating for a player to see Mary deject Arthur as she did to return the ring, but how could she have known he got shipwrecked on Guarma like we did? There was no possible way for her to, and so it just looked like Arthur abandoned her and their plans.

Arthur promised her he’d be back, and when he didn’t keep that promise — even if he meant to and was kept from fulfilling it — she broke it off.

She just believed what he did the first time, and that was choosing the gang over her as he did years ago. He even chose the gang over immediately leaving with her.

Just as she stayed with her dad when they initially broke up.

Because they both chose their families in the end— either by blood, or by love.

They were ill-fated. And I don’t think Mary should be attacked as much as she is and especially for certain things or in certain ways, but the dislike isn’t unwarranted.

And people can like her too, just the same!

Everyone is allowed their own opinion of her character (not saying anyone insinuated otherwise).

There’s a difference between disliking a character for valid reasons, or hating them for minuscule ones. And the same goes for loving them.

We can argue back and forth for ages but honestly, none of us are entirely in the wrong or right on Mary.

Like I said, it’s what you usually see. People either hate Mary with a passion, or love her with just as much depth. The middle ground here is often a vacant one, at least from what I’ve seen shared.

It’s just how it is. But I think we can all agree that how things ended was what neither of them wanted for each other.

Now— as for “Amidst a Clash of Worlds”!

I DO plan on having Mary in my fic, and as for her portrayal, I will keep her character as close to canon as possible (but I will have to go astray at certain points just since this fic does diverge from canon).

I’m not going to write with a slant with her character (aka portray her purposefully in one light), and I plan on doing her justice as I’ve attempted to with everyone else in my fic. Meaning keeping her true to as we have seen in the game and not completely going my own direction entirely.

As for her interactions with Arthur and the reader, you will see the true extent of this.

I don’t want to spoil the plans I have for their plotline entirely, but it won’t all be “fuck Mary” or “fuck you” with Mary being either attacked or an attacker against the reader.

Granted, there will be tension and other aspects involving it, but I promise, if you are worried, that this fic intends to do so much more with Mary’s character than to go forward with nothing but a sole attempt at villainously portraying her.

Whether that is accepted or not does not bother me, but ACW is not a fic in which I plan to be frivolous or superficial over things like how I feel about a character.

I’m not tossing Mary’s character and her relation to Arthur and his story away because of my own views on her or with the fandom’s views (be it good or bad).

I just want it to be organic and believable. Nothing more!

Hope that answered all your questions, anon! Thanks for the ask!

(Also I didn’t mean any offense to anyone over this post no matter their views on Mary! This is a video game after all and at the end of the day, it’s just how we feel over it! If there is a problem you want to resolve just message or DM me! Otherwise scroll on and just enjoy your day, lol.)

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hedgewolf-hunters · 5 years ago

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Diamond hunt

Bane: This is one of my recent ventures only about a year old. Here we go.

Deep in the ancient Castle Blackstone on the fourth floor in the old library a small figure flies around quickly. A baby chao with dragon like wings, horns and two small fangs is holding a scroll in its nub like hands as it searches the aisles of each book case. Lined with more knowledge of this world and others, magic of both light and dark, and countless tellings of history, plays, stories, legends and more. The Chao spots its target and flies full force at them. He raises the scroll in a sword stroke type manner and swings downward. The target in question is a five foot tall crimson furred wolf with two abnormally long hedgehog spines on his back, two quills curled like rams horns, two like dragon horns, and the two center quills being normal. They have a white stripe down their top center quill and a black stripe down each of their ram quills. They are wearing open legged jeans and steel hiking boots with fingerless steel plated leather gloves. A large double helix claymore sword stands next to them leaning on the table the Hedgewolf is resting their legs on. He is holding a book in one hand and blocks the incoming scroll with one of his own.

"Heh sorry little Toth but you need to be quicker than that if you want to land a hit on me." The Hedgewolf says. He closes the book and turns to the baby chao, grinning as he looks at the chao with his sky blue eyes, a dark blue stripe under each eye. Toth the baby chao says two quick chao's and than pulls the scroll away to swing again. The Hedgewolf chuckles blocking the swings at the last possible second playing with Toth. They both are smiling as they play fight through the library aisles.

A ringing from the Hedgewolf pocket gets his attention long enough for Toth to land a hit.

"Ow! Heh ok ok you win little one." The Hedgewolf chuckles putting up a hand to strop the swatting. Toth chao's happily and successfully before tucking the scroll into a cubby hole in the book case next to them and flying to sit on top of the Hedgewolf head. The headgewolf smiles as he reaches up and pets Toth as he fishes a crystal from out of his pocket. He taps it with his thumb twice and it hovers over his palm prodcing a hologram as it spins.

"Hey you reached Bane Darkos, what can i do for you?" Bane asks as the hologram reveals a mole with glasses on.

"Ah yes, hello my name is Oswald i have contacted you through your bounty hunter contacts here in Gradius." The mole Oswald says.

"Whats the job then?" Bane asks picking up the yawning Torh from his head and walking out of the aisle into the main floor of the library. He carries Toth out of the library and down to the kitchen.

"Their has been a recent string of robberies in many of my jewlery shops. I have contacted the police but they have yet to even fully begin an investigation. I heard you do odd jobs as a bounty hunter and was wondering if you would be so kind as to come and capture the theif." Oswald explains as Bane walks down eight flights of stairs.

Setting Toth down on a cushion bed that Bane placed all over the castle for him, he goes and begins rummaging through the fridge for a drink.

"Well considering Gradius is known to have to odd robbery every now and then thanks to your cities main professions. No offense of course." Bane says grabbing a non alcoholic malt liquor and pops the top off with his thumb.

"Well that is the issue, this past two weeks it has only been my shop and my diamond mine that have been targeted." Oswald says as Bane takes a drink.

"Well, that is rather interesting. But why not hire a local hunter than, you do know my prices for being hired personally is steeper than any local you could find." Bane says taking another drink.

"You come more recommended. Not to mention no one will take the job because the theif has a tendency to avoid almost all security measures they put into place. Almost as if they were a ghost. Please Mr Bane, im losing buisness, ive been robbed six times and cant afford to many more." Oswald says. Bane thinks for a second than sighs putting down the empty bottle.

"Wire the pre determined amount of money to my account on the hunters list. Ill be there in a few hours." Bane says tapping the stone to cut the connection. He pockets the stone and picks up Toth. Walking out the door of the castle he whistles and the doors shut and a lock appears over the door. He leans forward and his spines extend and grow out. Wings begin to sprout as the spine unfold from the bottom out.

"Time for a little flight Toth. Hold on tight." He whsipers to the dozing chao. Toth snuggles into the warm chest fur and Banes hand. He smiles and lifts off before turning east to the town and his family grill.

Two hours later after Bane has dropped Toth off with his family he finally sees the mountains of Gradius. He sighs in relief rolling his shoulders.

"You know if you cant fly for this long without aches you won't make it past your prime." A feminine voice says to Bane. He grunts as he passes over the highest peak.

"If you'd just ask for lessons I would gladly show you how to keep loose while flying." She says. He grumbles as he angles down towards the city coming into view.

"Are you still mad about me hitting on that minx back in Primous?" The voice asks.

"Well no shit Drain. You know that anything you do while in control i count as me doing as well. Jeez i know your hornier than a horned toad but keep your robe on when we switch." Bane growls out before landing with a loud crash.

"Fine lover boy. I'll keep your pants on next time. Alright keep me posted if you need any powerups." Drain says before the noise in Bane's head goes silent. He stands up and dusts himself off from the impact debris. While the cloud still covers him he extends his hand downward and grips at the air. Slowly a light grows from his palm and the helix blade he had left at the library appeared in his hand along with a holster across his back. His wings fold in as he climbs from the crater with the blade in its holster.

"Ah Mr. Bane! So glad you could join us on such short notice." Oswald says from the back of a crowd of echidnas, porcupines, moles, groundhogs and insectoids. The short greying mole slowly forces his way through the crowd to stand in front of bane. He moves his glasses to dissolve any glare from the sun as he looks up at the three foot taller hedgewolf.

"Point me to the scene and I'll set up." Bane says rotating his shoulders and neck. Oswald nods and walks back through the crowd that quickly seperates for Bane.

Three hours later the sun has set the moon was full and Bane sits atop a building over looking the jewelry shop. The shop has been robbed everyday after the mine. The mine was robbed the day before so Bane decided to watch the shop.

"Hyleia you sensing anything?" He asks. The blade shimmers slightly and a pulsating rainbow orb appears.

"Not yet my young king. But the night has only just begun." A new feminie voice says from the orb.

"Ugh stop with the King stuff. I told you when i became your wielder i had no intention of ever taking the throne. Not as a monarch or figure head." Bane says through gritted teeth.

"Can you blame me Bane? You remind me so much of King Sickle. He had no machinations of becoming a ruler with his mate. But look how that turned out eh." She says with a slight giggle to her voice. A second giggle breaks in to the conversation.

"Oh thats one story you will have to tell me in detail Hyleia." Drain says

"Hey have your girl talk some other time please. We got company." Bane says looking down at the shop. Four cloaked figures walk up to the shop window. Bane watches as they look around and pull out a gemstone each. He grins and sits up placing his feet on the ledge and holding it with one hand to balance himself. He watches as the four of them walk through the wall.

"Ahh so high grade spells like that is how the manged to get through the others traps." Bane says taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

"Drain we need to change my sight. Chaos energy tracking would be prefered." Bane says. He feels the inside of his skull burn some as his sight is changed.

"Ok kiddo give it a try now." Drain says as she stops the burning sensation in his head. Opening his eyes Bane looks back down at the shop. He sees the four trails of the figures entering the shop and that they are still rummaging around inside. Grinning Bane jumps up and lands on a closer building. Waiting for twenty minutes Bane watches as they finally leave the shop with what seems to be quite a haul.

"Finally i was getting impatient." Bane grumbles to himself cocking his head to size the four of them up. The four of them tuck the stones away in their cloaks as they keep the bags out in the open. They quickly start running off to the outskirts of the city where abandoned buildings line every other street. Bane keeps at least three buildings between them so they dont spot him as he follows their trail.

They stop at the farthest edge of town and head into what looks like a condemned house. Signs of demolition and to stand clear litter the lawn and fence surrounding it. The four theives check to make sure they werent followed and head inside the same why they broke into the shop.

"Drain reset vision. I got our targets inside an abandoned building with walls of spells leaking energy." Bane says closing his eyes once more. He feels a quick burning sensation and when he opens his eyes the world is back to as it should be. Bane leaps from the roof he was mounted on and lands on the street across from the supposedly abandoned house leaving a sizable crack in the concrete. He walks towards the house gripping Hyleia's pommel, he sniffs and smells the gunpowder of the bombs lining the inside of the fence. He chuckles as he hops over the fence to avoid triggering the bombs.

"These guys where smat enough to set of early warning systems in case they were ever followed. Hyleia could you be a dear and scout the inside? I doubt that its only four in their now." Bane whispers before pulling the sword from his back and pressing it gently flat against the door. A quick shimmer from the sword and the outside of the house pulses. Bane closes his eyes one more time to see what Hyleia sees.

Inside the house the house the second story is barren and in no way livable. The first floor on the other hand is in fairly well condition. A functional living room and dining room along with chairs a brand new eighty five inch screen and a small trail from a hole in one of the fours bags. Following it to the basement Bane finds where they are hiding most of the time. Eight creatures in total three wolves, a fox, two cats and two hawks.

"Well this is quite a haul tonight Trigger. You guys spot anyone at the scene this time?" The female Hawk asks. A grey timberwolf shakes his head.

"Its odd really. The old fart has been hiring bounty hunters for security for the last six days. But tonight, not a soul. The security measures were in place as usual but no one to try and fight or capture us inside this time." The grey wolf says.

"That is odd but not unwelcome." The male hawk says. The female nods and points to an empty corner.

"Stack todays loot there and ill start counting it once i get some food in me." The female hawk says. Bane smirks as he opens his eyes and takes Hyleia off the door. He knocks as hard as possible to make sure they can hear him down in the basment.

"Well their goes the element of surprise." Drain says.

"Oh dont act like you wanted to do this like an assassin. You'd have burst through every trap they set here to make your presence known." Bane whispers.

"You...have a fair point actually. Glad to see you do like listening to my stories when you nap." Drain says. Bane snorts as he holds Hyleia's gemstone as he waits for an answer.

"You know they're probably chewing each other out and gathering guns right?" Drain says

"Probably. But then again what good would they do if i have control of the gun powder." Bane says. Both girls in his head chuckle as he listens and hears them trying to tiptoe up the stairs and silently load their weapons. Bane whistles and the blue marks under his eyes glow quickly.

"You guys are making me wait way to long for this. Ive got a baby to get back to by day break. So you have two options here guys. Turn yourselves into me and you'll be asleep peacefully for the next ten hours. Or fight and have me put you all into a week long coma. Your choice." Bane says out loud once he hears all eight of them arguing on the other side.

"You forgot the third choice." The grey wolf says. Bane sighs and lifts Hyleia forehand position and slices through the door. As oon as the door falls Bane steps through as all eight take aim and pull the triggers. Bane gives them a minute as they all try to fire on him.

"You kids done playing with your toys?" Bane asks. The wolves growl and jump at Bane in frustration. He looks un impressed as he side steps them at the last second sending one out into the yard to roll in the grss and stop centimeters from the bomb trap. The other two crash into the door frame and whine holding their bleeding muzzles. Bane moves Hyleia in single motion around his body blocking a stab with a knife to his back. Two more try to get him with the butts of their unusable guns. He uses his arm to block the butts and pushes the attackers back. With his reflexes he reaches for the fox that tried getting him in the back again aiming for a sweet spot. And a green aura quickly flows from the fox into Bane. He slams the foxes head into a wall before tossing the unconscious fox into the living room. Bane jumps back some as a cross bow bolt flies past his stomach. He glances at the male hawk holding the cross bow.

"Smart little birdie." Bane whsipers as he blocks another with Hyleia and pushes off towards the hawk. He catches a thrid bolt an inch from his eye as he goes over and behind the hawk and uses the flat of the blade to knock the wind from him and into a wall. Bane rushes again at the downed hawk and holds his head in his palm. Again the green energy flows from the hawk to Bane before he tosses him onto the fox in the living room. The two wolves with bleeding noses rush Bane and onslaught him with punches and kicks. He sheaths Hyleia with one hand and blocks some of their blows with his other. Once sheathed he closes his fists and pushes the wolves off of him. He growls as he pushes towards them both. Getting down on all fours Bane shifts his forward momentum to his legs and does an improvised axe kick. The wolves seperate as Bane leaves two large holes where the wolves were. They both manage to block a fist from Bane but are unable to stop him from pushing them into each other. Their skulls meet and Bane palms both of their heads quickly draining them of energy. He tosses them onto the pile.

"Four down and four to go!" Bane exclaims into the house. A throwing star flies past Banes eye just missing it. He glances in the direction to finally see one of the cats getting in on the fight. Bane growls and sidesteps as the third wolf tries again to sneak attack Bane. This time though Bane doesnt let him just fly off again. Bane knees the wolf in the gut to halt the forward momentum and than in almost the same motion round house kicks the wolf at the cat who cant jump away in time and gets knocked to the floor. Before they can react Bane pounces on them and slams their heads into the floor as he drains their energy. He adds them to the pile as well.

"Alright ladies this is your last chance. Give up peacefully and youll only be out for a couple of hours." Bane says down into the basement. He hears them talk it over for a couple of minutes. Than nothing as they start coming up the stairs.

Bane waits patiently as he keeps his eyes to the basement opening. Slowly but surely the two females come out of the basment. Ones wearing an over coat as well as the other. They have their hands up in surrender as they approach Bane. Then the cat begins to run for the door. Bane flings Hyleia at the door completly blocking the exit as the hawk tries to grab Bane around the throat and activate something under her coat.

"You know I was raised to give ladies the right to choose and to be chivalrous. But i was also taught that if they do not accept these traits than I should just not try to push it or in this case." Bane says reaching over his shoulder and grabbing the hawks head.

"Do what needs to be done. Being honest here, i really, REALLY, hate to harm women, even if they are trying to kill me so someone can escape." Bane says as the hawk passes out in his hand and he adds her to the pile. He cracks his neck and walks towards the cat who is on the floor cowering. Bane touches her head with a finger and soon she is passed out on the floor. Reaching in his pocket Bane sighs and leans against the wall. He pulls out a crystal amd double taps it to start it up. A dog in a police officer uniform appears on the hologram.

"Hey, i got eight unconscious here that need a pick up. Bring cuffs and contact Mr Oswald, tell him i found his stolen goods." Bane says to the officer who salutes before hanging up. Bane pulls Hyleia from the doorway and puts her back in the sheath.

Bane: Suffice it to say that job was actually pretty easy. Than again I am not so well known to be outside the forest so its understandable why that bunch had no idea who i was. But i got paid a little bonus. Something i plain to hold on to till the moments right. For anyone curious what it is ask in DM. Im not such an idiot to reveal what it is to the public in the open. But i hope you enjoyed the adventure. Now im off to help build a book fort.

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korkrunchcereal · 6 years ago

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Crowned in Snow

Snow crunched beneath iron boots, and the metal clad juggernaut marched on. Each crunch boomed as if thunder in the silence of Winter, for such had come at long last to Quel’thalas. Unprepared were the people, and in that uncertainty came chaos. Villages ill equipped for such conditions were abandoned with refugees pouring into the country side or to Silvermoon. Those that did not escape early were now preyed upon by bandits and other criminals that profited off of suffering.

The colossus of a man had been forced to deal with several groups already in his travels. Rarely he had stayed in one place for long, yet now there was purpose to his travels. He had found villages burned to the ground and reduced to rubble, the inhabitants frozen by the icy chill of winter. He didn’t know the villages now wiped off the map, but he paid his respects to those that died. He buried their bodies, before moving on.

Once more now he found himself before the ruins of a small village. Stone houses were caved in and collapsed, while wood lay rotten and scattered. The man sniffed the air, barely getting a scent from behind the visor of his helm. If there was any dead here, it was masked by the wind. Few trees surrounded the village, and those that still stood had long lost their leaves.

Dead.

Everything was dead here.

He paused before stepping in, eyes closing. In his mind he saw this place as it once was. Green meadows surrounded scarlet painted buildings, while villagers coerced with one another. Children ran between fences and past annoyed parents, all the while chasing one another. It was an ideal village, one of which he had played in his mind a thousand times before. Yet the one in his vision had the smell of baking bread and spices, whilst the reality was much different.

He walked into the village, eyes opening. It was a vision not meant for this place, and so it remained nameless. The bottom of his mailed skirt trailed through the thick snow, carving lines matched by the wide steps of his boots. The only sound was of metal against metal, and iron against snow. Crunch.

Crunch.

Masonry moving.

He paused, ears perking. His hand moved to unlatch his shield from his back, drawing forth the great lion that for so long had protected him. It roared in mute defiance, emblazoned with the image found on the man’s chest. He half considered grabbing the flail that had been latched beneath the shield, then decided against it. It could be a survivor.

Cautiously he moved, the wind picking up into a howl against his helmet. Snow was beginning to be kicked up, making it hard to see through the slit of his helm. He narrowed his eyes to where he thought the sound had originally come from. There; something shifted behind one of the fallen towers. Inch by inch he moved forward, leaning over the fallen rubble.

It was a child, huddled in a blanket. She looked up at the man, eyes widening in fear. She looked first upon the lion roaring upon his chest, then to the daunting features of his helm. They traveled further up, resting upon the twin antlers that rose skyward to the heavens. She fell back, crawling backwards and away from the giant man. Light, she must have been barely past fifteen summers. The man stayed where he was, hoisting back on his shield and removing his helmet.

A scarred, burned and paled face stared now at the child. His black hair was kept short as was his beard, doing little to hide the severe scarring he had. A burn wound from some conflict past covered the left half of his face, while striking slashes crossed over his nose and right eye. He had seen war and emerged with the reminder of its uncaring cruelty. With a free hand, he offered it out to the child.

“It’s alright little one, I won’t hurt you.” The child did not move, still recoiled in fear. The man placed his helmet down in the snow behind him, out of the sight of the child. He leaned back up, towering well over both child and the masonry. “What’s your name?”

“M-meryn.”

“Hello Meryn. Are you alone here?” She nodded slowly in response. “Where are your parents?”

“Dead.” She said quietly, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “Men came into our village, demanding our food. Our village elder said no, so the men returned the next day with even more and attacked. Mommy hid me under the floor in our house and told me not to come out. I heard screaming next and…” she paused, beginning to cry. “I’m all alone now.”

“Do you have any family elsewhere?”

“M…my grandma. She lives in Silvermoon.” Varyc nodded, offering out his hand once more. The hair on the back of his neck rose, a chill running up his spine. The girl, cowering in the ruins of her home. Screaming; oh gods the screaming. He closed his eyes, images flashing in his mind. Distorted and warped were his memories that flooded in.

Screaming. They won’t stop screaming. I have to silence them; they’ll alert others and-

- “Are you alright?” The man opened his eyes at the girl’s voice, realizing he was breathing heavily. Sweat began to bead upon his brow, slowly oozing down the side of his face. Cold. It was snowing; good. It wasn’t snowing in his mind. Reality returning and-

He turned, bringing his arm up. An arrow slammed into the plate, shattering at the impact but sending a shock of dull pain into his arm. Four men stood in ragged, mismatched clothes and armor. One had a bow, another arrow knocked whilst the other three were armed with swords and knives. Rag tag in appearance and hostile? Bandits.

“Thought I heard something Daryn.” The one with a bow muttered to his compatriots, before speaking louder. “You wanna live?” Silence. “Drop your gear and give us your supplies.”

“Vance, he’s giant. You sure this is-“

“Shut up Daryn. Drop your gear, now.” The man did not move, simply glancing behind to the little girl. She was cowering, fear plain upon her face. His helmet still rested on the ground, bits of snow flickering across. He looked back up, words soft as he spoke.

“Though I stand before the light, let none stop me in my fight. Though I may die, come what may, know I stand within the light this day.”

“Vance, put an arrow in ‘im and shut him up.” Tension released. The man turned, the arrow shattering against his shield still strapped. In the same motion he leaned down, scooping up his helmet to turn and throw it. The heavy steel slammed into the archer, knocking the breath out of him as he fell back. The other three charged on the giant, weapons drawn.

“Back cretins lest you face the wrath of righteousness.” He unslung the shield and his flail, chain rattling as it was uncoiled with the motion. Its spiked head was near as large as his assailant’s torsos, causing them pause. This was a weapon of death, meant for crushing in the most inhumane of ways. Soft spoken may have been the man, but his weapon was not.

One, perhaps foolish or brave, charged and brought his sword down. It was a clumsy blow, born of desperation not training. With ease the man knocked it away, bringing the wicked head of his flail up. It slammed into his attacker’s torso, shredding through cloth and flesh and smashing bone. The bandit was sent flying back into the snow, his chest all but ripped open.

The other bandits fled rather then face such a weapon, save the archer that scrambled back in the snow, bow dropped. He got up, unsheathing a dagger at his side to jump forward. The armored colossus dropped his flail, letting it fall into the snow as he brought his hand up to catch the bandit’s throat. He gasped for breath, dropping his dagger as he clawed in desperation.

With careless ease he squeezed and twisted, snapping the bandit’s neck. The flailing had ceased, and the man discarded the body with disgust. Satisfied no one else was going to attack, he strapped back on his shield and coiled up his flail once more. Slowly he bent down, picking up his helm to once more crown his head in antlers. He turned, spotting the little girl.

“You killed them.”

“Yes.”

“You…you killed them easily.”

“They were bandits. They attacked the defenseless. I was not defenseless.” He offered out his hand, the very same that broke the bandit’s neck. Slowly the little girl walked forward, placing hers in it. It was so small in comparison, yet there was a surprising gentleness to the man’s grip. “We need to get you somewhere safe, before more arrive.”

“Okay…what’s your name, sir.”

“Varyc. Come little one, you must be hungry.” She nodded enthusiastically in response. He offered a smile, hidden behind his helm.

“Let’s find you something to eat first. Silvermoon is close, is it not?”

“A day’s ride, sir.”

“We’ll make for there once you’re fed.” She nodded, a faint smile threatening to pull at her features. He closed his eyes, letting the memory stay in his mind before he began walking. Snow crunched beneath their feet, yet now the sound of crows cawing echoed. There was always a scavenger, somewhere.

#World of Warcraft #Varyc

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jcmorrigan · 6 years ago

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Top ten KH3 moments?

***SPOILERS AHEAD! SPOILERS AHEAD! SPOILERS AHEAD! DON’T READ UNLESS YOU’VE EXPERIENCED THE WHOLE GAME OR YOU DON’T GIVE A DANG ABOUT SPOILERS!***

Confession: in trying to come up with my answer for this post, I came up with THIRTY. I’ll just put the ten here, but if anyone wants to ask about those other twenty, feel free :-D

10. The reveal of who Luxu really was the whole time. It tied together a lot of things that made sense and it set up EXACTLY THE CHARACTER IT NEEDED TO to take up the villain helm in place of Xehanort. I’m actually going to skirt saying this name, even though I warned for spoilers, because this reveal is just SO good. And a lot of the endgame made me feel sour and numb due to THE HORRIBLY TRAUMATIZING DEATH OF KAIRI, but this scene picked me almost all the way back up to normal again.

9. When Xemnas assembles Demyx, Larxene, Marluxia, and Luxord at the Keyblade Graveyard and it’s NONSTOP BANTER. Larxene firing off the most hilarious insults at Demyx (a CEREAL BOWL), Demyx openly admitting that he’s not imposing on purpose, Larxene trying to get Marluxia to start another coup, Luxord listening in the whole time and not letting on until his name is called, Luxord fiddling with the cards and making gambling metaphors, Demyx playing his sitar the whole time…and let us not forget the line that embodies a Big Mood: “Ugh. Xemnas.”

8. When Sora reunited with Hades. It was less “MY MORTAL NEMESIS WHO MUST BE STOPPED” and more “Oh, my weird friend of opposing morality who I don’t really like but have to say hi to.” Their reactions to each other were so hilariously casual. Then Hades introduced the Titans in the most EPIC way…only to realize he sent Sora EXACTLY WHERE HE SHOULDN’T GO and deciding this was fine. Also, bonus points for Sora later calling him “the H-ster.”

7. When the Demon Tornado (my personal name for the GIANT CYCLONE OF SHADOW HEARTLESS; canon will probably prove this wrong later) is about to wipe out everyone, but Ephemer helps Sora summon ALL THE KEYBLADES OF THE DEAD WIELDERS OF THE KEYBLADE WAR IN ORDER TO PULVERIZE IT. There’s so much going on there: the epicness of using a hundred Keyblades at once, the beautifully victorious arrangement of “Dearly Beloved,” the shout-outs to the player names in the commands, and, perhaps most of all, the realization after the fact that these blades were all of people who died killing each other for petty reasons…and after death, their spirits realized it was time to set aside their differences and focus on not letting Xehanort win.

6. Battling Davy Jones and the Kraken at the same time. The Kraken is one of the two Disney boss battle fights I have wanted for a DECADE (the other was Randall Boggs; you had your chance and you BLEW IT). I actually was half-disappointed with the naval battle portion because I had imagined it should be melee, but then Davy Jones turned out to be the first true Disney villain boss fight that wasn’t transformed into a Heartless or somesuch, and I’d been thirsty for content of him since arriving in that world. But then it turned out THE KRAKEN WAS WAITING IN THE WINGS TO ASSIST HIM and I actually DID get to fight it melee and it was just the PERFECT way to close out PotC’s role in KH.

5. Fighting Ansem, Seeker of Darkness; Xemnas; and Young Xehanort at the same time. First of all, BEST BOSS THEME IN THE ENTIRE GAME. It was the perfect culmination of putting all the Xehanort themes into one piece that flowed and made sense. Second, the sheer epicness of this CONCEPT. Third, the coordinated triple attack they make where Young Xehanort freezes Sora, Xemnas shoots him with the vines, and Ansem lets the lasers fly.

4. Even and Demyx’s one interaction. While I still don’t think Vexen/Even is hero material, the one thing that made that redemption worth it was this. Seeing these two diametrically opposing personalities, who you think would hate each other, play off each other perfectly. They’re just the right amount of annoyed with each other to be hilarious, and then there’s obviously some genuine respect passed between this odd couple. I will never be over how they have to shush each other in succession.

3. Ienzo’s intro to the plot, though this is kind of in two parts - I’m counting his initial reveal as Sora’s guide with his almost immediate return to help with tech stuff when Pence logs into the computer. Ienzo is just such a CINNAMON ROLL. He just wants friends now, he’s a total ambivert, he keeps slipping into jargon before realizing he’s the only one in the room who knows what he’s saying and reverting to layperson’s terms without being condescending, he flinches at sudden loud noises, he has a cute smile and a nervous laugh…oh. Oh, no. JCMorrigan has a crush.

2. When Vanitas is on the cusp of wrecking Sora on the Laughfloor…and Sulley intervenes by picking him up and YEETING HIM into a door. Oh, but not just that. Taking that door and THROWING IT INTO ANOTHER DOOR, THEN INTO ANOTHER DOOR, THEN INTO ANOTHER DOOR AND SHREDDING THAT ONE. I could NOT stop howling with laughter through this whole sequence. And about four hours later, it hit me that Vanitas could just Corridor out of wherever he got thrown, so Sulley basically did all that for nothing, AND NOW IT’S EVEN MORE HILARIOUS. BONUS POINTS STILL IF YOU THINK ABOUT THE KIDS’ ROOMS WHO EITHER HAD A DOOR FLUNG INTO THEM OR VANITAS HIMSELF. Also, can we appreciate how Sulley somehow knew after five minutes that Vanitas was THAT much worse than Randall that he’d need this treatment?

1. Randall Boggs hijacking the Monsters, Inc. factory. Randall is a legacy favorite villain of mine. He was a big part of my late childhood/young adolescence, and I was CRAZY over him. Over time, I’ve found he still holds up. I could gush about how KHIII’s additions to his entire characterization pretty much renewed my love for him afresh, but let’s focus on his finest hour. Normally, the designated villain of a KH world just peaces out and waits for you to find them at the boss location. Randall, instead, turns the entire factory into death traps and TAUNTS HIS QUARRY OVER THE PA SYSTEM GLADOS-STYLE. Not only that, but he makes TERRIBLE puns (”This one’s got some spark in him!” during the electric fence, “I’ve decided to ramp up the difficulty” as Sora climbs an upward-headed conveyor) and he easily slides from Large and in Charge (”Enjoy what’s left of your miserable little lives!”) to realizing he’s getting humiliated and trying to cover (”You get one freebie, but that’s it.”). KHIII did Randall so good I can’t even.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts iii #khiii #kh spoilers #kh3 spoilers

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colpeia · 6 years ago

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Sungrass Oasis

~ Music ~

The crisp ocean breeze felt revitalizing and abrupt in such sunbaked air. Beneath an otherwise lavender sky, peach colors streaked around the sun as it hid behind a glittering turquoise horizon. Salty sea turtles roamed the shore.

On a large wooden deck overlooking the beach, a pair of tawny blood elves squatted over the sides of opposite lounge chairs.

A pensive sigh escaped Colpeia as she gazed up. “Well, at least we’re no longer hated for what we’re not.”

The solemn nature of Roholly’s nod didn’t stop the characteristically peppy bounce of her ponytail. She said nothing.

“What are mother and father going to do?”

“They’re returning to the glass forge,” Roholly said. “It’s still there, thankfully, and undamaged. So they’re going to continue running Beamgully Crystal like before.” She hesitated, an uncomfortable thought tugging her lips. “I’m honestly not sure whether Eversong Woods is going to welcome them back with awkward guilt, or the same scowls that made them leave. You know how they are about their craft, though.”

“Passionate.”

“I mean, it’s just as well. Finding a suitable place in Dalaran never got easier. Not for them at least.”

“Are you’re staying, then?” Colpeia asked.

There was gratitude in Roholly’s smile. She glimpsed at her feet. “Mhmm. I’ve already settled in, so it’s like, why return to Silvermoon? Why return to a place that was so quick to cast us out? People I had worked with for years acted like they’d never known me... It hurt.” The echo of grief leaking into her voice dropped to bitter sarcasm, “Really, I’d love to see how they deal with telling patients they need a root canal. They were far too sour. The people I work with now are a lot nicer.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“What about you though? Enough clientele?”

Colpeia huffed a laugh, “They haven’t stopped. Though, most of them have been architects. Civilians want to rebuild and protect themselves. After Lordaeron and what happened in Teldrassil, I’m not surprised.” She stopped, her humble expression heralding a confession. “Actually, because of the extra money, there is something else I want to do.”

“What’s that?” Roholly blinked, bewildered. “And honestly, why? Why work any harder when you’ve already such a solid income?”

“When this war started I was already tired. I’ve rested. Now I see a lot of other people tired. Tired, injured, and very sad. I want to give them a place to rest.” Unthinkingly, she turned to the hills winding just behind and beyond the beach house. They resembled dried and knotted-up honeycombs. “A place with soft seats and hot tea. Maybe somewhere in Gadgetzan.”

“That sounds ambitious when you don’t have a tribe to help you,” Roholly joked.

Colpeia looked back at her and returned a knowing smile.

She sat on the bed, her room under the blue blanket of midnight. A silvery glow brushed every contour. The window behind her was open, revealing distant waves glittering under a nearly full moon. Their rhythmic whisper was a soothing but everyday nostalgia to her while a cool draft carried its hush inside. Colpeia’s long stare sank into the vanity mirror against the wall. She looked as dazed as she felt.

Her motivation wasn’t purely altruistic, and she knew it. This was a time of war. She was plagued by an addiction only battles could feed - not for bloodlust or power, but an insatiable redemption she didn’t need in the first place. It spiraled her into a desperate black hole of this-still-isn’t-good-enough-to-absolve-me. If she dedicated herself to soothing survivors, it meant she couldn’t go to wanton lengths rescuing people in danger.

The mathematician knew a negative feedback loop when she saw one. Colpeia was Tildalune’s curse, which made her feel guilty, which piled onto her continued self-blame, which was Tildalune’s curse. She projected her acquaintance’s death onto people in danger only to re-experience severe personal failure if they weren’t saved. This trigger was unavoidable in wartime.

It was fortunate her tribe offered so many methods of mind-healing; they were helping. It couldn’t stop there, however. Constant over-exposure didn’t help to desensitize her, but a change in environment might.

How does one stop a negative feedback loop? Replace the causing variable. After Tildalune’s death, she had fantasies of nurturing her back to health and providing comfort. What if Colpeia frequently did something that she would associate with this ‘fake memory’? She could soothe people who survived danger, instead of succeeding or failing as their white knight.

She could learn to stop. She could focus on how she’d grown to care about Tildalune instead of how she’d failed her.

Tildalune’s spirit could be free to move on. She promised.

A vague breath of a silhouette flashed the corner of her eye, and a honeyed voice beamed in her head:

It’s time. Run, my sweet desert gazelle. It’s waiting for you. You know I’ll be right behind you.

For the next week Colpeia was a montage of sending proposal letters, receiving terms, ordering equipment, and huddling over a floor plan.

In an eclipse-like flash, holding a crescent pendant, she vanished. Colpeia reappeared amidst the celestial themed tents and Silithus-esque crystals floating above the ground. Presenting her floor plan to a gradually swelling group, she delved into thorough detail - the aesthetic, the business plan, the modest building she’d be renting, the spirit of the lounge. The appraising eyes mulling over her words eventually exchanged amenable glances.

Several yards from the shore, a herd of camels sped majestically across the gold sand, their hooves kicking up clouds in their wake. Thick ribbons of cloth gracefully fluttered behind their human and elven riders. Gadgetzan drew nearer.

Slowing to a saunter through the dusty port town, the half-dozen Shafise approached the clay dome building Colpeia had described. Knicks of moderate wear greeted them.

The following month was a slew of repairs, painting, tiling, heaving furniture, positioning lights atop secured ladders, and repositioning ornaments. Regularly catered at the entrance were water and food fine enough to convey a grateful gesture.

Sungrass Oasis was ready to open.

Colpeia sat over the bar scanning over a collection of slender menus. They catalogued an overwhelming list of loose-leaf and blooming flower teas. The rest were fanciful snacks: clamlette magnifique, clam chowder, goblin deviled clams, firebloom crab cakes, cactus fruit salad, Shafisian desert dumplings, hot roc wings, fried scorpid, and prickly pear sorbet. She wasn’t initially pleased about needing a supply of meat, until a goblin explained they always had these ingredients leftover after pest control and harbor maintenance. It was good they didn’t go to waste. This would also give the Shafise tribe the opportunity to showcase some of their traditional recipes along with blends.

Though a hole-in-the-wall, it was contemporary chic and polished, a message of modern class that she knew would hook the landlord’s interest. The floor was tiled in sleek black, and the walls painted white, brought to life by voguish artwork. Framed in thick, black frames, the paintings were as soothing as they were stylish. They depicted modern abstract, turquoise beaches, and desert blossoms. A few were pieces that might have been pretentious in another setting, but somehow felt innocently trendy here. Two of them were offset by equidistant sandstone bowls resting in tasteful square impressions on the wall. Sweeping glass sculptures ribboned with solid colors, some glittering in the light, added bold character. Most of them were feet tall and stood on the floor.

On each black chair was a plush, pale yellow cushion. Filled with sand, sea glass, and shells, a candle resting in a glass bowl embellished every table, along with a daisy in a white vase. A handful of firebloom petals were strewn about them.

Outdoor seating overlooking the beach waited behind a thick curtain. It ironically had more space than inside. Fit for a posh vacation photograph, a pergola strung with lanterns hung over the display, with translucent lilac curtains draped to the sides. To keep customers warm in the chilly desert evenings, a gemstone fire pit sat in the middle. The area was lined with potted, flowering cacti and a low wicker-weave fence. In place of daises were

One task remained before it opened: Reach out to old friends.

#stories #new tea lounge!#won't be a huge thing #might host a casual event or two with it idk

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